Disclaimer Reminder: I do own nothing. Not Veronica, Logan, Duncan or even Backup. I don't own the songs or quotes. I'm far too poor. Alright, this part is like a Happy Meal, just to tide over till dinner comes. The surpise in this Meal is the answer to "What happened to Logan?" Oh yes, for those who are reading and care, I will answer one other question---Veronica Mars is NOT dead. I am not JK Rowling...or I hope she's like me and believes in letting main characters live. Although, Joss Whedon pulled it off- but it was Joss Whedon. Anyway, to all those reviewing THANKS! I need it and I am taking in all the critiques and trying to make this better...or at the very least readable. The next part coming soon!

SUITE AT NEPTUNE GRAND

"You had to move here?"

"Yeah, wasn't my first choice either but I don't want to get attached or anything."

"Logan, this is the same room your dad was murdered in."

"See…feels like home."

"I don't understand why you don't stay with us. We have five or six guest rooms, I think."

"Duncan, sweet gullible Duncan, your wife thinks I'm a…"

Duncan Kane rose his hand and laughed as he interrupted Logan Echolls. "Logan I'm quite aware of what my wife thinks of you. But still…c'mon it could be fun."

"I'm sure. No, there's no place like the place where your dad was shot, you screwed you best friend's older step-mother, and oh…you watched your best friend's brother kill himself after confessing to raping your girlfriend." His voice dripped with irony and sarcasm. Logan threw himself on the couch in front of the large flat screen TV, still clutching his Jack and Coke.

Duncan, holding a neat Scotch, sat down next to him and reclined. "How's the divorce?"

Logan knocked back the rest of his drink before turning to Duncan. Leave to him to bring things to a point. "It's over. No kids. No alimony. And she gets everything. Oh…" He smirked. "Did I tell you her father sent me a bottle of wine and a condolence note along with the papers that he is backing out of my next film? Classy guy, that Steven."

"I don't feel sorry for you. You still have a multi-billion dollar production company built from scratch, two movie deals with two other major directors, your pick of any young starlet you want and best of all, you have dinner tonight with me, Dick, the families and new 09ers."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Duncan, no dinner."

"You have to come. Nichole hates you enough and if you back out of this invitation she'll send you by way of your father."

"Ouch…she really hates me that much?"

Duncan grew thoughtful for a moment. He shook his head. "No I think she hates what you represent or did. You represent my dead sister, my dead ex-girlfriend and Hannah's real mother, and the ex-boyfriend of the girl I once loved…" His voice ebbed out near the end.

"God, who didn't love her?"

"Dick." Duncan and Logan joined in together- setting them laughing. It was true. Veronica had gotten to a lot of guys' hearts. Dick Casblancas was not one of them. In college, freshmen year, she got him into more trouble than he had ever been in. He blamed the whole mess on her and didn't care if Logan was dating her or not--- she had to go down. Logan would have intervened but they were off at that moment and left it to the temporary guy she was seeing. Dick would always hate her. For what she did to him and what she did to Duncan and Logan and he carried it around like that old condom in his wallet.

Duncan sighed. "I had Keith Mars pulled off the kidnappings."

Logan didn't flinch. He didn't even look at Duncan. "Why?"

"I blame him. I hate him. He's Keith Mars. Take your pick." His voice almost unaffected as Logan's.

"God… he hated me. He and your wife could form a club…"

"Hated? As in past tense? When did he stop?" He gave Logan a curious grin.

Logan, in his over-used mocking tone, sat-up and grinned devilishly. "I believe in a better life Duncan. I believe that we can put past this hate and bitterness and strive towards a better tomorrow, a better Neptune. I have a dream…" He burst into laughing, falling back again on the couch. He was drunk.

"You're drunk."

"Like I said, this place is home."

TBC