Veronica paced back and forth across Logan's living room. She had been ready to go to the doctor's ten minutes ago but Logan, apparently, still wasn't ready.

Ok, so… yeah you can do this, you can do this. You can be a father. Now, at least you'll always have her as a part of your life. Oh God, I can't do this, I'm not ready for this. I'm in college… we're both in college. Veronica's a pretty petite girl… what if something goes wrong? What if something happens and I lose her? That CAN'T happen. Come on, Logan, stop being such a wuss. She'll be fine, she's Veronica… I don't think anything could kill her. I need a drink. No, that's bad. What about the chlamydia? Wait... what if I end up like my father? What if I hurt the kid? I wonder if it's a girl or boy. Is the world even ready for a miniature Veronica or me running around? I have my hands full keeping Veronica out of trouble and I know she has just as hard a time with me… how are we gonna manage to take care of a baby, too? Ok, look tough, Logan! You're okay. Just take care of Veronica and it'll be okay.

He stood up and walked Veronica to his huge yellow SUV. They had spent most of the morning in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Veronica's about Logan's reaction and Larette Davis. Logan's about Veronica and the baby.

They waited in the waiting room forever before a nurse brought them to a room. The doctor came in, did an examination and an ultrasound, and told them the ironic news that Veronica was actually eight weeks pregnant... or two months. They were there forever. She had her height and weight measured, blood tests done, filled out the little she knew about her family history, had a very thorough physical, and finally, since she was so far along, the doctor checked the baby's heart beat.

The doctor had a thick Indian accent which made Logan chuckle inappropriately. "Everything seems to be fine so far, Ms. Mars, despite your history with chlamydia. But you are coming in a bit late for your first check up," he scolded.

"I know. I wasn't really sure until about two weeks ago and the day that I had an appointment scheduled I was a bit… tied up," Veronica replied evasively.

"Okay then. Well, for now just remember to take the vitamins I gave you and you'll be good to go. But I want to see you back here in two weeks," he called after her as she was already going out the door with Logan trailing behind her.

They got to Logan's car and on the passenger seat lay an envelope with Veronica's name on it. She wasn't sure what it was. But she knew that Logan already had enough on his mind, so she stuffed it in her bag to look at later. "Feel like going on a road trip?" she asked.

Logan suddenly felt and looked terrified. "Why?"

She just smiled smiled.

Six Hours Later

They had been in Logan's car driving for the past four hours and neither one of them had said a word yet. Finally Logan couldn't take it any longer.

"When are we gonna tell your dad?"
"Excuse me… we?"

"Yes we, it's sounds kind of like the French word for yes..."

"WE are not telling him anything. In fact, I don't think it's a good idea for you to even be within a fifty mile radius when I do."

Logan pressed his lips together in a tight grin. "He's going to shoot me, isn't he?"

"Like the dog that you are. Don't worry, I'll hide his gun first." She was only joking, and Logan knew it, but anyone in his position would have been completely unable to laugh at that point.

"Do you seriously want to tell him alone?"

"Logan, I know my dad, it'll just be better this way. How much longer?"

"Veronica, it takes twenty eight hours to get to Houston so trust me, it'll be a while." He let out a huffy breath. "I still don't see why we couldn't fly."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Well, there's always the mile high club."

"Logan!"

They didn't stop except for food and gas until that night, almost making it through Arizona. Logan went to the reception desk to ask for a key to the mini bar while Veronica plopped down on the bed. She waited until he was gone to open the envelope. Her eyes became so wide they almost popped out of her head when she saw what was in it. Horrified, she could only stare. When she heard Logan come back into the room she scrambled to get everything back in the envelope and hid it under the nightstand.

"I remembered you couldn't drink, so I brought you some orange juice."

He handed it to her and she put it down on the night stand saying a much too quick "thanks" and then scurrying off the bed.

"Iforgotsomethinginthecar." She scrambled out of the room so fast she almost tripped over herself as she ran down the dark stairwell, clutching onto the rails to help keep her balance. She didn't want to fall on her belly and hurt the baby… if that could even happen yet…she didn't know. Oh heck I'm going to have get a book on this, aren't I? She reached the back parking lot.

A man dressed in all black stood looking through his target finder on his gun at a young blonde girl wandering through the parking lot. He was hidden behind a car and remained in his position. So this was the girl that had screwed him over in finding Larette. He looked back up at the window that she and the guy he was assuming to be a boyfriend had taken for the night. The boy held up a TV remote and then began hitting it against his other hand as if trying to get it to work. He wondered which would hurt the girl more, shooting her or her boyfriend… or both.