Veronica finally tracked Logan Echolls cell phone down to the Neptune Galaxy Resort Hotel, the main competition of the more popular Neptune Grand.

"Hi this is Logan with today's inspirational message…"

God she hated that answering machine.

She couldn't stop the impatience winding in her stomach as she waited for the elevator to go to his floor. Kasey "with K" from reception had told her that he was on the fifth floor, she was surprised he hadn't chosen the penthouse until she realised that the hotel had a large balcony with a bar in the middle of it over looking Nereids Point along Dog Beach.

Figures Logan would select the floor closest to the nearest beer tap.

She had to pass by several slot machines and casino table, but there was still no sign of him.

Perhaps he was actually in his room?

Wherever he was, she had to diffuse this time bomb before it blew up and she lost the element of surprise. The Kane's wouldn't allow her to keep digging into this if they really had been involved in covering up Lilly's murder. She didn't want to think about the measures they would take to keep that secret, they'd already destroyed her father's life. She didn't doubt that they would be beyond taking one.

Room 523.

She pounded on the door a few minutes and heard someone stumble around inside before they opened the door. It had taken her longer to get here than she had intended, and she had no idea how much of it he'd be able to read before she got to him.

She was just going to get the journal and leave. She didn't need to justify her investigation to anyone.

There he was, Logan was standing with his shirt and shoes off with his eyes red and puffy. Poised to give him a piece of her mind, she had expected him to make some kind of smart assed comment or to close the door in her face, instead he yanked her forwards and pulled her into a fierce hug, his muscled arms lifting her up from the floor, the spicy offerings of his whiskey, the musky scent of his aftershave mixed with that smell of the ocean that her journal had mentioned.

So familiar…

"Logan?" she squeaked as he picked her up and carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind them. His smell penetrated her nostrils, overpowering her mind which started to conjure fiery images of the brush of his skin against hers, their bodies colliding together… it was happening again… like in the office earlier. She was feeling dizzy again.

"We need to talk" he told her firmly as he turned to pick up the journal from the bed but she grabbed his arm to steady herself.

Weakness threatening to pull her down into the blackness again.

"Veronica?" he asked before his arms rushed around her, holding her up.

"I need to sit down" she gasped. Images were exploding in her head, her heartbeat was erratic and she clung to him as he carried her to the bed.

"Veronica? What's wrong?" he asked, his hands cupping her face, brown eyes wide with worry as he sat down beside her.

Logan stared at the petite blond in front of him as he tried not to panic, surveying her face. Was this another seizure?

No… No… No… you can't do this to me again…

Her eyes widened a little and she looked at him a little dazed. What was happening? Why wouldn't she answer him?

"Veronica… talk to me!" he pleaded as she traced her thumb along his lower lip.

"Marshmallows?" she asked quietly as she frowned a little, the memory of smoke and salt was making its way through the haze.

Oh no… should he call someone? What was going on?

"We had S'mores on the beach?" she breathed softly.

"What?" he said but before he could ask anything else she pulled him closer to her and kissed him. Heat and desire flowed through her as she lifted herself up into his lap, and she explored his mouth with greater urgency. He broke away from their kiss gasping. "Veronica?"

"Yeah… I just got lost for a minute…" she said smiling in relief, her blue eyes were watering with tears. The room had stopped spinning and now… all she had was clarity.

"I don't understand…" he told her, should he be calling her an ambulance?

"I remember you…" she said cupping his face. "I remember us… I remember the beach…"

How could she not have recalled this feeling? This mouth, this face… these arms… she was home…

Logan didn't want to give into the sick feeling of hope that swelled inside him as she kissed him again. How drunk was he exactly?

"I love you.." she whispered.

Logan pulled her against him kissed her feverishly.

She was back...

"Dr Sorrell told me this could happen; it's called a fugue state? When I'd lost my memories the second time" Veronica told him as Logan handed her a small glass of water a little time later and sat down beside her again. "Did you read it?" she asked quietly as she glanced at the small green leather notebook on the bed.

"Yeah" he admitted.

"So my secret's out then…" she breathed.

"That you have a thing for Surfers?" he joked.

"Yeah... and the other thing" Veronica replied as she watched him turn to pick it up.

"Lilly…" he sighed, leafing through the pages.

"Lilly" she nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly.

"I tried… no one would listen…" she explained and he nodded but didn't look at her.

"I'm sorry Veronica… I should've been there for you" he sobbed. "If I'd just looked at the evidence…"

He had failed them both again…

"We didn't create these circumstances Logan.. I don't blame you… I blame whoever killed Lilly" she told him firmly.

"Then let's find the son of a bitch" he sniffed.

"Together" she agreed as she entwined her fingers with his.