A/N: Okay, it took forever to update. I would say sorry but I don't really feel that bad about it, so I won't. The timeline of the episode is kinda messed up, but the story plays out the same.

Logan watched her retreating figure. She'd looked totally freaked when she stared up at him, still standing close. It was then that she ran. Before he could run after her, he saw Duncan walk towards him.

"Dude, what's up?" Duncan asked, taking in his irregular breathing, messed up hair and swollen lips.

"Nothing much."

"Who's the girl?" As much as Logan desperately wanted to let his best friend that he had been making out with his ex up 'til 2 minutes ago, he didn't let on, he just gave his signature smirk and made his way to the quad, just in time for lunch.

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Veronica sat in her car, bathed in blue light, trying to process what just happened. She gently touched her still swollen lips, remembering what unexpected feelings had arisen. Suddenly, she leant forward and hit her head on the steeringwheel. What the hell had possessed her to do that? That was Logan. The boy who had tormented her for more than a year, made her life a living hell and now? What was he now? And most importantly, he was Lilly's guy. Although, she could certainly tell that Lilly's claims of his sexual prowess were true. She sighed again, frustrated. What did she think she was doing, showing him what was so great about living? Seriously, what was wrong with her? Pretty much any other girl in the school would have been better at showing him 'What's so great about living'. She leant back into her seat, momentarily relaxed until she thought of something. What if someone had seen? What would they think? Hell, what would happen to her already rock-bottom reputation?

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Logan sat through the 09'ers shallow, pointless drabble being haunted by the ghost of a tiny blonde's lips on his. He wondered what she was doing, but he wasn't gonna complain. He was trying to remember what she'd said. Something about living. What was it? That's what's great about living? The only thing he could think that was similar to was what he'd said in Miss James' office. What if she'd bugged the office? It seemed like the kind of thing she'd do. He smiled to himself, imagining her sneaking around taking incriminating pictures and bugging the teacher's lounge.

"Dude, what's the joke?" Logan shook his head, as if to clear it before replying.

"What?" He asked Duncan, who was the one who asked him the question.

"Okay, first I find you post make-out and you don't tell me who with, and now I've been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes. You've got it bad." Before Logan could reply, Duncan was gone and he was left with an enslaught of questions from the other 09'ers. He held in a groan as he imagined the gossip that would be circulating by next period. As his peers waited expectantly for his answer he desperately tried to think of something to say.

"I dunno what he was talking about, seriously." Logan shot up and practically sprinted away from his friends. He found himself walking past his locker to hers. He half-expected her to be there waiting for him. He didn't really have a right to feel the disappointment he felt when he didn't find her there. He began walking, noting he still had 40 minutes before lunch ended. He didn't notice when his feet began carrying him to the parking lot, to his car and he didn't notice his hands pull out his cell and dial her number.

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Logan? Why the hell was Logan calling her, although the reason should have been clear.

"Hello?" Her voice betrayed her, the nervousness she felt being carried through it.

"Hey, uh, where are you?" Logan said, his emotions not that different from hers.

"Back parking lot, fourth row. Look for the blue tarpaulin." A few minutes later, Logan stood outside her car, debating whether to knock or not. Well, he reasoned with himself, best to find out what she was thinking. He raised his fist and knocked on the passenger side door. A second later the door opened and he lifted up the blue car cover to see Veronica settling back down in her seat. Not waiting for an invitation, he slipped inside and closed the door.

"Just a question." He paused to wait for a signal to continue. She nodded her head, expectantly. "What the hell were you thinking?" He didn't sound angry like she'd expected him to.

"I..." She paused and tried to think of what to say. "I'm not sure. I was listening over the radio when I heard you and Miss James talking." She hadn't meant to say that much, it just slipped out. He just nodded in acceptance. It seemed very Veronica to do something like that.

"Can I?" Logan asked, gesturing towards the radio. It wasn't tuned in to the bug's frequency so Veronica started scanning. She was almost at the right frequency when movement from outside caught her attention. She stopped scanning and both Logan and Veronica stared at the shadow. There was a sharp knock on the door.

"Wallace? We had a secret knock, remember?" Whoever was outside pulled the door open without warning and dragged Veronica out of the car. The hooded figure hadn't noticed Logan and didn't. He waited a few seconds before slowly opening the passenger side door, the tarp had been pulled off. As soon as the mystery attackers saw him, they ran off, leaving Veronica unconcious on the bitumen of the parking lot. Logan dashed around the LeBaron to her. He had no idea what to do. Calling 911 might be unneccessary, but he couldn't just sit there. He shook his head, as if to clear it. Of course, the school nurse. Now the only problem was getting her there.