I would've had this chapter up earlier, but my job has taken over my life. But here we go with the transition to their new lives. I finally don't need excuses, so on with the chapter. Individual comments are at the bottom.

The closer we got the Mexico, the stickier the air got in the old pick-up truck. It was a sight to see Jake Kane, disguised behind the wheel. I'd rather focus on this once in a lifetime imagery than think about what we had just done. As I tried to breathe, I could have sworn I could smell burning rubber and plastic even miles away from Neptune.

Twenty minutes into our trip, the radio cut from the oldies rock to a breaking new bulletin. As soon as the radio personality mentioned tragedy in Neptune, Logan reached out to turn it off. We knew the details. Sure, it might be cool to hear what they were saying but the wounds were still fresh. Maybe years from now we could look into the archives to see how much we were missed or hated.

Crossing the border was easy with our extremely authentic papers. Even Jake pulled out a fake I.D. to drive through unnoticed and the Mexican border patrol was none the wiser. I sought comfort in Logan's arms as they compared our faces to our passports even as the hot afternoon sun made our skin slick with sweat. Just think, a whole week of this weather. How much annual rainfall do they get down here?

And though the ride from the inside of the car seemed like it was going to go on forever, we arrived at the resort we would be hiding away in for the next week. With only a few words and an encouraging nod, Jake Kane sped back towards home to deal with the tragedy of losing two kids who had once been like his own children. And then he had none.

As soon as we walked through the doors and into the lobby our demeanors had to change. We were Vaughn and Lucas Lester, here on vacation. Vacation meant lively and carefree even if on the inside we were plagued with just the opposite.

"Mister and misses Lester, checking in," Logan said through a toothy grin once we reached the front desk.

"Si, signor," The concierge fiddled around with the keyboard in front of him, "Room 321."

He handed us the key to the room and motioned for a bell boy to gather our bags. Not much to them but it would have to be enough for the week. Once we got to Austrailia we would definitely need to invest in a whole new wardrobe.

"Enjoy your stay," The bell boy said as he hung around in the doorway waiting for his tip. Logan rifled through his wallet before handing a bill over to the boy. He held the door, waiting for the boy to exit before looping the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside handle.

"We really did it," I finally breathed as I plopped down on the chair by the window. I rubbed my stomach as the baby was more active than usual. It seemed no matter which way I leaned, she wasn't comfortable. Maybe even she perceived the change we had made.

Logan's gaze found my grimacing face, "How are my girls doing?"

I shrugged, continuing my soothing circles on my stomach.

"You okay?" He moved across the room until he was by my side, "Is there something wrong because I really don't trust any of the doctors around here. So if you need a doctor we gotta get back to the States and fast."

I put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm, we're fine. Someone's just a little antsy."

"She's not the only one," Logan placed his lips against my forehead, "You hungry babe?"

I shook my head. My stomach was grumbling but I couldn't be sure if I were hungry or just as antsy as the baby was.

"Well," Logan sat on the bed, "Do you want to go to the beach?"
I shook my head again, "I think I'm going to take a nap. Faking our deaths has taken a lot out of me."

"Nap time it is," Logan scooted back towards the pillows and patted the mattress next to him.

Sluggishly I made my way to my side of the bed. I climbed in-between the covers, fully clothed. As soon as I was comfortable I felt Logan's arms snake around me.

"I really want to nap Logan," I shrugged his arm off, "Why don't you go to the beach? Surf or something?"

"Oh," He recoiled his arms, "Alright, I'll see you in a little bit."

He sounded utterly defeated as he climbed out of the bed and crossed the room to our suitcases.

"Babe, I'm sorry," I sat up, "I didn't mean it to come off like that. I just, I don't know, need some time alone, to process."

He grabbed his wetsuit from the neatly folded clothes, "I get it, Veronica."

"I promise after my nap I'll be more manageable."

He shrugged, "I get that this is hard, it's hard for me too. But I don't want to start a fight over it. I'll be back in a few hours. I'll bring back food."

I barely mumbled out an okay before he disappeared out the door.

I was displacing my anger. I should be giving my attitude to the Sorokins for causing all of this. Or the stupid Castle. Had Jake Kane not helped us out of our predicament I would blame him as well.

But out of all the people I wanted to blame, Logan was far from one of them. Had Gory not been taping Wallace, he would've never caught and released the number one pornographic email attachment. Logan would have never beaten him up. We would still be in Neptune. Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls would still be alive.

Thinking of the deaths this morning, I turned to the television. I filled through the channels searching for a language I understood. Spanish had not been a priority in high school.

I didn't stop channel surfing until I saw familiar faces flash across the screen. I didn't know what they were saying but I knew the story. Pictures of the flaming accident scene, of Logan and I from featured tabloids, of my father watching the firefighters putting out the burning Range Rover.

My breath caught in my throat. Logan and I needed each other. I needed to make it up to him.

I picked up the phone on the nightstand and called down to the front desk, "Can I get champagne and strawberries to room 321, please?"

Confirming the order I crossed the room to my own suitcase. I fingered around until I felt the chiffon material. I pulled out the black babydoll dress that had been effective the last time I wore it. And now all I had to do was wait.

The knock on the door startled me out of my trancelike staring at the television. I tied the hotel's fluffy robe securely around my body as I greeted the room service attendant.

"Where would you like this, Mrs. Lester?" He asked wheeling a cart containing the champagne and strawberries, "Mrs. Lester?"

I jerked my head from the TV, "Oh, sorry. Right over there is fine."

"It's a shame," He nodded towards the screen, "They were so young."

With the boy generously tipped I crawled back into the bed. I continued to watch the tragedy that was once my life on the television until my eyes grew heavy.

It felt like only seconds later that the covers were being pulled gently from beneath me but when I opened my eyes, I was greeted by darkness. Logan had yet to realize I was awake as he tried to carefully tuck me in. I let him struggle for a couple more tugs before sitting up.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, stilling playing with the covers, "Just get in there."

I stuck my lip out and let my infamous head tilt out, "But I'm not tired."

He flopped on the foot of the bed, probably to break the magnetic pull of the head tilt, "I am. Damn, was the surf awesome."

"Are you hungry?" I slid closer to him on the bed, "I ordered some room service."

"See, this is why I love you."

I leapt from the bed and crossed the room to the cart the boy had left. Wheeling over the champagne and strawberries, I hit the light switch revealing the treats.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

I took a bite of a juicy strawberry, letting the juice drip down my chin, "Is it working?"

In one swift motion Logan, who had been so exhausted he had collapsed on the foot of the bed, was by my side and the strawberry's syrup was gone from my face. Wrapped in Logan's salty arms I reach for another strawberry and proceeded to feed it to him. After the day we had and the hours Logan spent surfing, the strawberries were gone in mere seconds.

And since we had dessert for dinner, well what we did after was just as messy as the strawberries had been.

All of our rage, anger and sadness was easily channeled into something that could only be classified as mind-blowing. With all emotions mixed into one, I barely realized it was over, let alone what we had done when we both collapse a top the mattress.

"Where did you learn that?" Logan kissed my cheek, out of breath.

I rubbed circles on my naked stomach, "I've been told I'm feisty when I'm mad."

"Huh," He sighed, "I would've never known."

"Honey," I cooed.

"Yes dear?"

I traced a pattern on his bare chest, "I'm hungry."

Logan sat up in the bed, only slightly held back by the tangles of sheets, "It looks like we at all the strawberries…"

My stomach audibly grumbled. It was serious now.

"You in the mood for Mexican?" Logan waggled his eyebrows.

"When in Rome…"

The week in Mexico was flying by. Most of my time had been spent in the room because the sun was taking a toll on my body. It was as if the second I stepped outside my body temperature raised ten degrees. Both for my sake and the baby's, I took to watching every English speaking movie the resort's pay-per-view had to offer.

Logan on the other hand was taking advantage of the Mexican waves. He needed his own little outlet. And I needed my own space because I could guarantee that had he stayed in the room with me, we wouldn't be on such good of terms that we were right now.

Out of the whole week we had one romantic night out. The cool ocean air was something I could bare so we utilized it by dinner on the resorts terrace. Candlelight and rose petals solidified our cover story as a newly married, and pregnant couple, out for one last getaway before the baby was born.

Logan, the gentleman that he was, carried my shoes during our nighttime walk on the beach. And for the first time, it didn't matter that people saw us as Vaughn and Lucas Lester. It also felt right to be wearing the white gold wedding bands on our fingers even though the names on the marriage license weren't actually ours.

In all the heartbreak and dismay, I finally felt like things were going to be okay. So the last days in Mexico turned up beat even as the media flooded with conspiracy theories about the deaths of Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls.

The last night in Mexico turned out to be as restless as the night before our death day. Even after burning off some energy, Logan and I laid in bed for hours. It didn't help that the baby was doing somersaults. I turned left. I turned right. Comfort was not an easy thing to find anymore.

"Babe," Logan moaned sleepily.

I slammed a fist into my pillow, "I can't get comfortable."

"We've got a long day tomorrow. We got to get some sleep."

I sat straight up, "You think I don't know that?"

"Hey, hey," He pushed up onto his elbow, "I'm sorry. Just lie down. Anything I can do to help?"

"Get this damn baby out of me," I lowered myself back onto my pillow and felt me lip quivering. I bit down. I was not going to cry again.

Logan scooted closer to me, "Only a few more months, babe."

"You say that like it's a short time. Months, Logan, months!"

"I'm trying here, Veronica," He was starting to get annoyed. At me.

"I'm sorry," I finally broke down. So much for not crying, "I'm sick of being moody. I'm sick of crying. I just want a peaceful night sleep without someone doing a full length ballet in my stomach."

Logan crawled over to me and straddled my legs. Slowly he lifted the hem of his stolen oversized t-shirt up to my breasts.

"Logan," I swatted at him, "I'm not in the mood."

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ronnie," He lowers his head towards my stomach, "I was just going to talk to her."

"Oh," I laughed through my subsiding tears, "Proceed."

"Thank you," Logan got even closer to my stomach, "Hi, baby girl. This is your dad. How are you doing in there? Well I'm sure you are good because me and your mom have been taking good care of you. But we need you to do something for us. Can you please, please, please, let your mom get some sleep tonight? I promise you a pretty pink pony when you come out if you do."

"Hey!" I pulled my shirt back down, "I want a pony!"

Logan rolled off of me and worked his way back up to his pillow.

"Logan," I whispered, shooting a quick hand to my stomach, "She stopped."

Logan was beaming, "Daddy's little girl already."

"Let's hurry up before she changes her mind," I snuggled into his body and soon the last night in Mexico turned into the morning of our flight.

And so we were off from the land of margheritas and burritos to the land down under.

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