A/N: Okay, so here goes. The chapter you've been waiting for. The one with a few flashbacks. I'm keeping it at a T rating, but if you think that it's a little too much, let me know and I'll change it. It can be noted that the italics at the end are the promised flashbacks of what happened post-game night. I still want to include a few more flashbacks from that night, what happened before that, but without giving too many details, I'm just going to say it was an intense conversation, intense in a good way, not like yelling and screaming but more of comfort and support. Originally, I had Veronica skyping to Mac about this when Logan came over, but uh, it kind of violated the "never discussing this" thing I had going on so I dropped that.

Chapter 8: Backup Has a Sixth Sense

Logan showed up to Mars Investigations at lunchtime, like usual, with a bag of food. However, he was a bit surprised to find Veronica's chair empty. She normally texted him if she had to run out during lunch for a case. He quickly checked his phone to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"She didn't come in today," Keith Mars said, stepping out of his office when he heard the door. He thought it might be Logan.

Logan looked up from his phone, "What?"

"Veronica, she took the day off from work today. Are you two fighting again?" Keith asked. He didn't want to get involved in their relationship, but it would explain why Veronica didn't want to come in.

He shook his head, "No, not that I'm aware of." Logan thought for a moment, had they made plans for that day that he forgot about? He knew Veronica wouldn't be thrilled with him if that was the case.

"Well as far as I know, she's at home if you want to swing by," Keith said and returned to his office. That was going to be the extent of his involvement in this.

Logan sat in his car and debated driving over to her apartment. If he had forgotten something, she would likely be upset and not want him there. If she didn't come to work, she probably wanted to be alone. Pretty much every scenario he could think of ended with her wanting to be alone on that particular day.

However, Logan shoved the key into the ignition and drove over there anyway. If she was mad, he figured it would be best to just rip off the band-aid and get it over with. If not, well, he had already gotten lunch and the least he could do was deliver it to her.

When he arrived at her door, he really didn't have to knock, since Backup was already barking at him. That dog seriously had a sixth sense for whenever he was around. Soon after the barking began, he could hear light footsteps approaching the door, and then the door swung open.

"Sorry I didn't text you," Veronica said, and noticed the bag of food, "I just kind of felt like being alone today. I'm sorry you went to the trouble, but I'm actually on a strict diet of ice cream right now."

He took in her look. She was wearing pink and black, plaid pajama shorts with a black, tight-fitting tank top and her hair was pulled back into a pony-tail high on her head. Logan also noticed she hadn't bothered with make-up. "Are you okay?" he asked, hoping she would invite him in to talk about why she wanted to be alone.

Veronica looked back to the couch and then back at Logan. They were sitting closer than normal on the couch; his arm slowly dropped from around her shoulders to around her waist. It seemed like time had stopped and the rest of the world melted away. The only thing that existed was that moment and then their eyes met.

"I'm fine," she responded, looking away, wanting to just spend the day alone.

Logan knew immediately that she was anything but fine. Their lips met for the first time in over a year and soon their tongues were battling for dominance. He pushed her back onto the couch, hovering over her, before his lips met her flesh again, placing hot kisses down her neck and sucking lightly on her pulse point causing her to moan.

"Veronica," he warned. They had always been honest with each other, and to blatantly break that now, he knew something was wrong.

She stepped aside and focused her attention elsewhere. She twined her fingers in his hair, an attempt to keep his lips there, delivering pleasure. It had been a rough night and the need to be closer was unbearable. His fingers played with the button on her jeans as his lips made their way back to her own.

"Sit," she offered, closing the door behind him.

Logan purposefully chose the chair over the couch. Flesh on flesh. The barriers of clothing were gone, and yet they still weren't close enough. "Be gentle," she requested, "it's been a while." He nodded in understanding, placing another kiss on her lips; this time it was soft and gentle.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, waiting for her to join him in the living room.

Veronica remained frozen in her spot at the door. The pair lay still for a while. Wrapped in each other's arms, taking in each other's presence; neither said a word. They knew it was a mistake; it shouldn't have happened. Yet, they both needed that moment to last, just a while longer.

"I'm late," Veronica said finally, not moving any closer to him.

Logan's face twisted in confusion. He placed one final kiss on her forehead before breaking the spell and getting up. She sat up and pulled her knees into her chest, watching him get dressed and leave wordlessly. They both were painfully aware that from that moment forward, that had never happened.

"For what?" he asked, wondering why she had allowed him to enter if she needed to be somewhere.

Again, she remained planted in her spot, despite his mental willing her to move closer. "No, Logan," she began carefully, "I'm late."

She watched his eyes widen with understanding and felt awful. He stood from the chair and walked over to her, "as in you're pregnant?"

Veronica couldn't meet his gaze and shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't taken a test yet, but my periods have always been so… punctual." God, what an awful pun.

Suddenly the unspoken rule about that night was broken. It was never supposed to happen and in their minds, it didn't. Now, they had to face it.

A/N: Again, if you think this is a little too risque for a T-rating, I will change it, but I think, if I remember to do it after I upload this chapter, I will put a stronger warning in the description for this story about this chapter. I tried to be really tasteful and not explicit. Also, hate me if you must for not including the "scene" where it belonged exactly but I think it works better this way.

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