Some things that I should have mentioned, but forgot. The "Present" takes place during Veronica's FBI future. So the past (which we're about to enter) is set about three months after the last episode.

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Seven Years Earlier

"Veronica, we're here," Logan said quietly.

They stepped out of his car and surveyed the house. "This place? It's not what I would have pictured."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's very American Dreamish—wide, open spaces, white picket fence, throw in a golden retriever with 2.5 kids and you got the whole package."

Logan looked down at her with a serious expression, "Some people want that dream."

As they walked towards the front door, Veronica took his hand. "It's a good dream," she said with a small smile.

They paused at the front door. "There's got to be another way. I can come up with another plan. I can fix this," she didn't look at him as she said this.

"Veronica, we discussed this. It's the best possible outcome," he lifted her chin. "Everything will be okay. We'll be okay. You'll see."

"I don't want us to just be 'okay,'" she said harshly. "Everything was going back to normal."

"Ronnie, we're never normal."

She laughed, albeit wetly, "No, we're never normal. I just thought this that time nothing was going to come between us. That we had finally found a happy ending."

At this, Logan bent down and kissed her deeply. After he pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers. "Veronica, I have to go inside."

Tears began to well in her eyes, but she held them back. She had to be strong if they were going to make it through this. "I know."

She walked back towards the car. Each step was harder to take than the last. She finally stopped. She couldn't let him go yet. She turned around and ran back into his arms.

"Logan, tell me why we're epic."

He smiled sadly, "Spanning years and continents, lives ruined, bloodshed…epic."

"Yep, I would say that describes us perfectly." She paused, "I love you, Logan. I always will."

"I love you, too."

They kissed once more. Veronica tore herself from his arms and ran to the car. She drove away without glancing back. Logan entered his new home.

Veronica pulled over, unable to continue driving with tears blurring her vision. She was close enough to the house that when it exploded, it rattled the car's windows.

Tires squealed as Veronica quickly drove back to the house. She frantically got out of the car while searching for her phone. In the distance, she could hear sirens. She looked at her phone then fell to her knees on the ground. Smoke and ash burned her vision.

"Ma'am! Were you in that house?" She was dragged up and hurriedly brought to an ambulance. They gave her oxygen and checked for injuries. Their words became a cacophony of sounds.

"Was she in the house?"

"Feel that heat."

"…the color of the flames."

"It's not natural."

All this swirled in her head. She tried to drown it out. She had to speak. Her world narrowed to making her voice work. When it did, her voice tore out of her in a wail, "My fiancée!" She struggled to get to the house herself, to save him.

She was held back, "No! Wait, ma'am, we'll get him."

The Special Agents finally arrived. Agent Morris placed a gentle hand on Veronica's shoulder but she was all business, "How long did it take for help to arrive?"

"Less than five minutes," Veronica responded, defeated.

"It was as we thought then; they have insiders within the department."

Agent Morris squeezed her shoulder, "I'm sorry."

It was at that moment that Veronica broke, while vowing she would never break again.