A/N: The long awaited Chapter Six! I have the idea for chapter seven down, but I haven't yet started it. The problem with this fic is that I didn't plan it out ahead of time. I have an idea of where I want to go with it. But I'm not sure how I'm going to get them there. Well, enjoy this chapter. R&R! Thanks. –Mac

Disclaimer: I don't own VMARS, cause if I did I would totally find a way to get a fourth season….I hated how it ended….gah.

Chapter Six

Highway to Heaven?

Logan kept his eyes trained directly ahead of him. It had gotten dark a few hours earlier and he was starting to get a little tired. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. He looked at the gas levels nearing empty and then glanced at Veronica's sleeping form in the passenger seat. She had wanted to get as far away from Neptune as they could before they stopped for the night. He figured if he had to stop for gas soon anyway, it would be a good time to find a room as well.

Logan took the next off ramp that claimed gas stations and lodgings. He pulled into an empty space at the first brightly lit gas station that came into view. Using one of Daddy's credit cards he filled up the tank, before going into the Food Mart to grab something to drink. As he walked down the food aisles, though, he realized he hadn't eaten in hours. They had stopped to eat lunch a couple cities away from Neptune, but that was in the early afternoon. He looked out the window toward his car. Veronica was illuminated by the overhead lights. He knew she would be hungry when she woke up.

When Logan made it to the cashier he had a pile of snacks and drinks for them both. The guy behind the counter scanned the items slowly, letting the prices appear on the screen in front of Logan. When he was done, he put all the items in a bag. Logan pulled some cash from his wallet to cover the cost. Without a word the cashier handed him his bag and his change.

"Could you tell me how to get to the nearest hotel?" Logan asked, rethinking is earlier movement to walk away.

"Sure, you take this road right here straight to the light." He gestured out the window at one of the streets, "You take a right and about a half a mile down they'll be one on the left."

"Thanks a lot." Logan nodded and gave the man a little salute.

"You know we don't get many teenagers up this way during spring break. They're usually all going south, for the beaches." The guy replied, catching Logan before he walked away. He gestured out the window at Logan's car. "That your girlfriend in the car?"

"Nah, just a friend." Logan shrugged. "We're just passing through."

"Where you guy's headed?"

"Ah, I don't know." Logan answered truthfully, as he backed up out of the place.

He headed quickly toward his Xterra. He didn't mind making conversation with the cashier, but he didn't need to spill his whole life story either. Logan opened the driver's side door and slipped in. He closed the door behind him and held the bag of snacks in his lap. He dug through it and pulled out water for himself. He opened it and hastily took a sip of it.

"You got anything in there for me?"

Logan turned to see Veronica yawn as she stretched and sat up straighter in her seat. Her cheeks were flushed a pale pink from her nap. Logan smiled, "Animal, vegetable or mineral?"

"Potato chips would be fine." Veronica laughed.

"I thought you might say that. So I got some especially for you." Logan said, pulling out the bag of chips and handing them over to Veronica.

Logan stuck his water bottle in a cup holder and put the bag of snacks safely in the backseat. He started the car and pulled out of the station. In the quiet of the car, he listened to Veronica munching on the chips. As Logan pulled up at a red light and prepared to turn, Veronica started to talk again.

"You're not getting back on the road, are you?" Veronica questioned.

"No, the guy at the gas station gave me directions to a hotel. I figured we've traveled pretty far and we're both exhausted and hungry." Logan answered.

"Good, I'm ready for a bed." Veronica smiled, squirming in the seat of the car.

"Make you long for home and your bed?" Logan said, keeping a look out for the hotel that should be coming up on the left.

"If you mean, am I regretting my decision to leave? That's a no." Veronica responded matter-of-factly. "I really should be asking you that question. Do you regret it?"

Logan smiled as he turned into the parking lot of the small inn-like hotel, "No, I'm with you one-hundred percent."

"Good." Veronica nodded.

Logan found an empty space near the office and Veronica and he got out. Logan locked up the car as they walked toward the door together. He held the door open for Veronica to walk in first, like a gentleman should, before walking in behind her. Veronica leaned against the empty front desk, trying to see into the back, and then reached out to ring the small service bell. A middle aged man appeared promptly in front of them.

"How may I help you?" He smiled politely as he addressed them.

"We need a room for two." Veronica responded, as Logan stood next to her.

The man eyed them suspiciously and Logan smirks receiving the message, "One bed?"

Veronica choked out a laugh, "Two, please."

"She's still angry with me." Logan whispered to the man, leaning over Veronica's shoulder. "One night with her sister. You would think she'd be over it by now. It's been like three days."

"Logan!" Veronica exclaimed, flipping around to look at him, her eyes wide. He threw his hands up in surrender and she shook her head, before turning back to the man. "We're not together. Two beds would be great thank you."

"You're in luck. We have a couple rooms open, and I was about to close up." The man stated. He gave them the cost and when Veronica started to pull out her money, Logan shooed it away.

"I've got it." Logan said quietly and Veronica smiled.

"Room 119. It's the first floor, near the end of the row." The man handed them the key cards before turning away to put their information in the computer.

They exited the office and gathered their things from the car. Five minutes later they were settled into their room. Logan poured all the snacks out on one of the beds and they had immediately dug in. It didn't take long for Veronica to fill her little stomach. She yawned and lay back sprawled on one of the beds. Logan smiled leaning back against the head board of his bed, and tossed a couple chips in his mouth.

Veronica pushed herself up and stood. She gathered all the food onto the dresser. She moved toward her suitcase and pulled out something to sleep in. Logan watched her closely, and as she headed toward the bathroom she smiled at him.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you need the bathroom, before I lock you out?" Veronica asked.

"No, I'm good." Logan laughed lightly to himself. The situation seems so trivial, yet strange. They had never had to share a bathroom like this before.

"Okay, I'll be out in a few."

When Veronica slipped out of the bathroom, the lights had been turned out. The only light in the room came from the dimly lit face of the muted television set. Logan had changed and was once again propped up on his bed, the remote casually resting beside him. He had his eyes vaguely focused on the screen. Veronica passed quickly and moments later she lay on her back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed and let a small smile appear on her face in the darkness.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Veronica said suddenly, drawing Logan's attention to her. "The silence? Peaceful, relaxing. Like floating on a cloud with no worries." She sighed again and propped herself up on one elbow so she could see Logan—his face illuminated blue and eyes intently watching her. "It's been so long since I've had a comfortable silence."

"I know what you mean." Logan responded after a moment. "I had come to dread the quiet. Made me feel more alone than I already was—like I was the only one left in the world."

"Made me worry. It was only quiet when my mom was out getting drunk or she was passed out on our couch. I would get sick with worry—for her, for me, for my father." Veronica admitted. "I hated thinking about all the bad things that could happen."

Logan didn't respond for a long while—so long that Veronica didn't think he was going to. But when he did it came as a thoughtful whisper, "Is it strange how easy it was for us to transition into past tense?"

"I don't know." Veronica murmured. "I want to believe it's in the past. That the only thing I have to look forward to is happiness."

"A fool's dream." Logan scoffed, settling down in his bed.

"Then call me a fool." Veronica said, and as she settled into the quiet, darkness, she meant it. It would only get better.