Veronica's lips brushed against his and at that first deliberate touch Logan felt a shiver run through his body, her kiss wasn't hesitant, it was hungry and eager. Electricity snapped through the air between them and his hands that moved to her shoulders to push her away found themselves pulling her body gently yet purposefully towards him, one buried in her blond hair and the other on her lower back as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He felt like he was suddenly gripped by a fever as he tasted her.

What had happened to that outrage, the indignation and anger that had kept that safe wall between them?

The magnetic pull he was feeling towards her was more than just a chemical reaction of some teenager not in control of his hormones. The anger and the hurt that had driven them apart, that had made him lash out had only been a barrier to help him deny this subconscious need to have her in his life and this connection he felt hummed through his body. Something about the feel of her in his arms just felt so right. His hands on her felt like they belonged there.

The heat of her was so close… but it's not her….

The feel of her fingers caressing his neck as she explored his mouth knocked down his confused protesting thoughts like dominoes and he move like a streak of lightening, turning them both to press her against the wall behind them, groaning as she flicked her tongue against his.

What were they doing?

He cupped her face and deepened their kiss and she whimpered a little in response, her body shivered a little and he pulled back panting and the look of unguarded desire in her eyes almost devoured him. He ran his hand down to her hip and tried to calm the erratic beat of his pulse.

This is wrong… the old Veronica never would have done this… she didn't look at him this way…

The absence of all things Veronica had been tearing him apart and their small little interlude from reality was starting to fade as he took notice of their surroundings and he took his hands away from her, stepping back. Weeks of trying to avoid anything Veronica related and now he didn't want to take his hands off her.

She didn't know what she was doing… this is taking advantage… She's confused…

His brown eyes searched hers and she could see the war of different emotions battling for dominance as she breathed heavily.

"I didn't have words… for that feeling… so…" she told him finally as she backed away from the wall.

So she thought she'd show him?

His mind was still racing and before he could respond she turned and walked back out of the bathroom. The disappointment and relief he felt at the same time made him think he was certifiable. His body ached for her to come back and finish what they had started… what had they started?

Logan spent the rest of the day feeling like he was going to go insane. Had she somehow gotten him confused with Duncan? There was no denying the obvious wires crossed in her brain… His friend had been so excited about the prospect of getting Veronica back in their lives, this would crush him.

He felt guilty, outraged and frustrated. She was Lilly's best friend…

Not that she could exactly remember that part…

She'd dragged him into the girls bathroom… that was something the teenage sleuth had used to do with people all the time when she was working on a case. The longer he thought about it, the angrier he became. It wasn't her fault, he knew that, but part of it felt like the Old Veronica had just found yet another way to screw around with him.

Veronica had barely looked in his direction since their little encounter and that somehow made it worse. It was enough to make him want to pull his hair out in frustration. Dick hadn't noticed that he had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout their surfing that afternoon. Surfing the breakers out in Nereids Point with the cold sea water had been exactly what he had needed to clear his head a little, and the high winds had certainly helped him to cool down. He'd been lost in his own thoughts until he was packing his board into the back of his car when he saw Veronica walking her dog along the beach.

Who the hell did she think she was?

"You can't just do shit like that" he scolded her as he walked up to her.

"You weren't complaining" she said nonchalantly but she barely even looked at him.

"I'm serious" he told her as those rich brown eyes almost stared her into the ground.

"You wanted answers… I gave them to you" Veronica told him, unrepentant as she moved Backup around a small sandcastle and walked away.

"And what you forgot how to use words?" he snorted sarcastically. "Having memory problems doesn't give you an excuse to be a bitch!"

"Someone's testy… look, you got your answer now you can go back to your fabulous life and I can go back to trying to salvage what I can get back of mine" her ice-blue eyes finally glaring at him. Veronica felt embarrassed enough about her wanton lack of impulse control earlier at school, she wasn't even sure what had possessed her.

Really?

"You think this is funny?" he demanded. "We were never like that…"

"Okay, I get this is complicated…" she relented.

Kissing my dead girlfriend's best friend is just complicated?

"Complicated? Did it ever occur to you that I might miss her?" he told her angrily.

That seeing you running around with the face of a girl I loved might be too hard to deal with right now? That your little attempt at a trip down memory lane might be screwing with my head?

"Her… you keep saying that like I'm not…" Veronica frowned.

"You aren't" Logan snapped.

Something inside her chest broke, didn't he understand that she was trying to be? That for the first time since she'd woken up in that nurses office being in his arms had felt like the first place she had felt certain of?

"Well then earlier shouldn't matter" she replied coldly before storming off down the beach away from him.