So here is the first chapter, void of any lines from the show. I hope I'm able to capture the character accurately without Rob Thomas' help, so I hope you enjoy and please drop a review for some encouragement!

One quick shout out before we begin...

Blairbear014: Loved what you wrote for the ending and as much as I wish that that was the way things were going to go, I have a plan. But since I haven't written the Piz/Veronica break-up scene yet, I might use some of your ideas. Have no fear, the break-up is in the near future, however, it's not happily ever after for Logan and Veronica…yet.

This was not the only review, and to everyone else, thank you for you're reviews. They are constantly reminding me that I need to finish what I've started. As always, read, enjoy and review!

Ever since Piz said the word I was seeing it everywhere. For my art history class we had to interpret Degas' depiction of a recital. And of course in my Gen. Ed. English, we were analyzing the epic poem Beowulf. There was an earthquake in China, which was all over the news. If they talking about the epicenter one more time, I was going to scream. Not that I didn't care about the damage and devastation the quake had caused, but that word was finding me no matter where I turned.

Taking a break from my epic bombardment for food, I made my way to campus to enjoy the scrumptious cafeteria food before class. Just as I walked in the doors, I saw Logan sitting there pushing food around on his plate before finally looking up. As if life could be against me anymore, I felt a churning feeling in my stomach and I feared I was going to throw up. Wait, I was going to throw up.

I turned on my heels retreating into the hallway trying to think of where the closet bathroom was as the bile crawled up my throat. I burst through the Ladies' Room door as I heard my name being called, but I was not stopping for anything.

Dropping to my knees in the first stall, whatever was left in my stomach from breakfast came to my mouth for the second time. My knuckles were turning white from gripping the edge of the toilet and as I choked out the throw up I felt my hair being held back from my face. As embarrassing as it was, there was nothing I could do right now to either thank or dismiss the human headband.

As quickly as it started, one of my few bouts with morning sickness was over. Sitting up and taking a few deep breaths, I smoothed my hands over my hair, brushing flesh with whoever had decided to help me. Remembering that there was someone else there I looked up.

"Logan," I whispered feeling weak all over again though I wasn't sure if it was because I had just emptied all the contents of the stomach or the fact that here he was, saving me again, but I didn't want to show either. He helped me to my feet and I squeezed past him to the sink. At the sink I turned on the cold water, gathering a puddle in my hands and used it to rinse out my mouth. As I swished the water around in my mouth I splashed the cold water on my face and neck.

"So how's this whole pregnancy going?" Logan kicked around a piece of paper towel on the floor. I couldn't help but feel reminiscent of our high school days when the girls' bathroom was my 'office' of sorts. All the meetings, rendezvous and make out sessions that took place there…

I shrugged drying my face and mouth, "I don't think its hit me yet."

"Huh," He said looking over at me, "Yeah, I get what you mean."

And then that awkward silence set in, one that I was always breaking.

"Well, thanks," I started walking towards the door, "You know, for holding my hair back."

"Anything I can do to make things up to you," He nodded.

"And while I'm on this whole gratitude train, thanks for beating the stuffing out of Sorokin," I let a small smile escape my lips.

He rubbed a bicep modestly, "You are the brains and I'm the brawn."

Nodding I backed into the door, pushing it open as I walked back out into the hustle and bustle of the campus. As I made my way back into the cafeteria, I caught a few weird glances but turning around I realized they were giving Logan strange looks for coming out of the Ladies' room. He had noticed them too and he shrugged to me. It was evident we were not in high school because no one realized that that was my domain.

Reentering the cafeteria, more hungry than ever, I spotted Piz who was shooting glances at all the entrances, waiting for me to enter.

"Someone looks nervous," I slid into the chair next to him, "You meeting someone you don't want me knowing about."

"Where were you?" He pushed a plate of Chinese food towards me.

"I had a date with the toilet," I smiled over at Logan, still thankful for his kindness.

Catching on, Piz began eating, "Are you sick a lot?"

"Surprisingly no," I took a bite of my Lo Mein.

"When do you have a doctor's appointment?' Piz asked, his mouth full of food.

Looking down at my cell phone at the date I said, "Tomorrow actually."

"Okay, I'll be there," He reached over and held my hand.

"Actually Piz," I started, but was interrupted by my cell phone, "Frak, I have to take this, but I'll talk to you later."

In all actuality, I hadn't really had to take it. My doctor's office was calling, probably to confirm my appointment for the next day. I just wasn't mentally prepared for the conversation I needed to have with Piz.

It wasn't that I didn't appreciate everything he was doing, but we needed to face the facts. We had only been dating a little over a month, so the love bomb was unnecessary, though completely flattering. It made me think of that movie Heartbreakers with Jennifer Love Hewitt and I made a mental note to fit that into my schedule this week. Boy, I love me some Ray Liotta.

Another problem I was facing was the fact that I kept getting completely sidetracked. I needed some time to myself to get all my things in order right now without having Piz always worrying about me. If he hadn't learned by now that I can take care of myself, that boy has a thick head. Its not that I wanted to break up because it seemed like what we had was good but I just needed some space.

But with summer closing in that meant our internships were coming up. I had already let the FBI know I wouldn't be attending, which was one of the hardest things I had to do as I watched my dreams slip between my fingers. So I knew I'd be staying in Neptune, but it was Piz, who had an awesome internship in New York that I didn't want him to miss out on because of me. Especially since he was not the father. It was one thing for my life to change drastically but Piz was like an innocent bystander.

The second hardest thing I was going to have to do was tell Logan. Because really, how do you just show up and announce 'You're going to be a father' and expect it to go well. Especially with our history. Epic. Yeah, we sure were.

After my classes, I headed to Piz's room. He deserved to know my intentions first hand.

"Hey," Piz opened the door, promptly placing a kiss on my cheek, "How was your day?"

I crossed the room and flopped onto Wallace's bed dramatically, "Torture, I tell you. Torture!"

"Well I mean, since you're here," He shrugged, "I could torture you some more…"

I sat up, Indian style, making sure not to get sidetracked as usual, "Actually, we need to finish up where we left off at lunch since we were rudely interrupted."

"Oh God," Piz went and sat on the edge of his bed, "If you're breaking up with me, do it gently. I have a fragile heart."

"I want to talk about your internship," I said as I saw his demeanor lighten.

"Whew," He brushed imaginary sweat off his forehead, "Well I haven't been able to contact a human being yet but I need to tell them that I'm not coming."

"And why wouldn't you be going?"

"Well, you're pregnant and you need me with you. So I'm going to Virginia with you," He started to explain his plans and I almost choked up.

I took a deep breath, "That's going to be hard since I'm not going. But you, you are going to take that internship."

He shook his head as he got up to close the gap between up by sitting on the edge of Wallace's bed, "I go where you go."

"Piz," I sighed, tilting my head to the side, "You're taking the internship and that's final. You're not giving up your life for this."

"But, I lo-"

"Don't," I interrupted him. I couldn't hear him utter those words again, "This isn't your baby. This isn't your problem. Do you really want me to walk around with that guilt if you turned down this opportunity?"

"I can still get on the radio without the internship," Piz tried to rationalize, "I'm probably going to be the one answering the phone since they obviously don't know how to do that. What will that get me?"

"It will look good on your resume," I pointed out, "And you were so gung-ho about it when you found out. You need to go."

"Who's going to take care of you while I'm gone?" He asked.

"I have my father. And Mac, Mac will be around," I hesitated, "And I need to tell Logan."

He nodded understanding. He knew I had thought a lot about all this because I had all the answers. I knew he was hurting because in a way I was pushing him away, putting a whole two thousand miles between us, but it had to be done.

"So," He finally spoke, "You are breaking up with me…"

"Did I say anything along the lines of 'Piz, I want to breakup with you'?"

"But Logan," He spat back because even he knew our shaky history.

I took his hand in mine, "Just because Logan and I are having a baby, doesn't mean we'll get back together."

"I guess…"

"Besides, I kinda like what we have going here," I ran my fingers through his hair, "Who am I to mess that up?"

"You sure?" He question, looking longingly at me with his puppy dog eyes.

"The surest I've ever been," I kissed his nose as the door opened.

"Tell me you guys don't fool around in my bed while I'm not here," Wallace walked in, throwing his backpack on his desk chair.

"What you don't like to sleep with some Piz juice at hand?" I asked and then feigned throwing up at my statement, "Sorry guys. I took that one a step too far."

"Yeah tell me about it," Wallace shook a little just picturing it.

"And no, we were just talking," Piz had gotten up from his roommate's bed.

Wallace looked confused, "So why couldn't you talk over there?"

I stood up too, swinging my back over my shoulder, "We like to keep our spaces separate. Piz's side is for fooling around and your side is for talking."

"Gotcha," Wallace looked at me skeptically.

"Well, boys," I walked towards the door, "I'm outta here. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," Piz said sincerely.

"Luck?" Wallace yelled as I disappeared down the hallway, "Luck for what?"

It had been awhile since I had stepped foot in the Neptune Grand. Unless you count the time I went to rip Logan a new one after he beat the daylights out of Piz. I don't. Tina at the front desk gave me a small wave. It was like I had never left. The elevator came and took me to Logan's floor. Knocking on the door of the Presidential Suite I waited, hearing shuffling in the background.

Dick opened the door, "Here to yell at us some more?"

"Actually, for once, no. I just came to talk," I walked into the suite, "Is Logan here?"

"Brooding in his room again," He pointed, "But really, I don't see what's so special about you that would make a man want to brood so much."

"Thanks Dick," I didn't need this right now. I was literally shaking in my boots as I approached Logan's door, knocking lightly.

He came to the door looking worn out. I couldn't help but smell something wafting from the inside of his room.

"Veronica," He was shocked to see me, "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," I pushed passed him, into his room where the stench worsened. The culprit being the food lying all around his room. The brooding must have involved ordering room service but never returning the carts…again.

He kicked aside the top to one of his dishes, "Okay. Talk."

"There's no easy way to say this. Because if there was I would've thought of it by now," I began rambling and pacing, "I've had plenty of time. But I'm a chicken when it comes to the heavy stuff. You know, I like to run and hide until it gets easier."

"Veronica," He braced me with his shoulders, holding me in place, "What's up?"

"I'm pregnant," I said flatly.

He was confused, "I know that. I mean, the whole school knows that thanks to…"

"Its yours," I looked down not wanting to see his reaction.

"I thought…"

I shook my head, "Piz and I haven't even slept together."

"Oh," His hands dropped off my shoulders, "Um, okay. So what are we going to do?"

"You," I finally looked at him, the color had drained from his tanned face, "You don't have to do anything. I don't expect anything from you. Don't worry about child support or anything. But I am keeping the baby. I just thought you should know."

"Veronica," He cleared his throat, "You can't be serious. Did you really think I was just going to let this go because you said so? If you're having this baby, well, I am too."

"Are you sure?" I asked shifting nervously, "Because I'm fine on my own."

"When are you going to learn that you never need to be alone?" He came closer, rubbing a soft hand on my cheek. I couldn't help but melt from his touch.

"Okay," I said dreamily, "I'm not alone."

"So," His hand was still on my face, "What's next?"

I backed away, trying to get my head back together, "I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow after class."

"Okay," He nodded, "I'll be there."

"You don't-"

"I want to." Logan cut me off.

"Okay," I was shocked at how well this was going, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Meet me on the quad," He called after me as I left his room.

So here was a little bit of Logan loving...but don't get your hopes up yet because these two have a lot to go through yet.