Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars. Rob Thomas, Warner Brothers & Spoondoolie do.
Summary: Logan returns from active duty for the first time since the explosion.
Pairing: Logan & Veronica
Rating T to M (for later chapters if they continue)
Occam's Razor
"Occam's razor is a principle often attributed to 14th century friar William of Ockham that says that if you have two competing ideas to explain the same phenomenon, you should prefer the simpler one."
Logan unlocks the front door to the newly renovated apartment, still wearing his Navy uniform with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Pony barks and runs to greet him. He's wearing his leash but clearly hasn't yet been walked.
"Hey Pony. Who's a good boy?" he asks as he scratches behind his ears, "Where's Veronica?"
At the mention of her name Pony's ears perk up and he whines.
"Veronica?" he shouts into the apartment setting his bag down, "I'm still in my uniform. My Harvard mouth and I are waiting to show you some effing courtesy."
He waits a moment for her reply. When it doesn't come, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He steps further into the apartment and checks his phone for missed calls from her.
There are none.
"V, I'm home!" he calls louder this time.
There's no response.
He dials her number and hears her phone ring inside the apartment. He follows the sound into the bedroom.
Maybe she's sleeping.
Occam's razor.
But the hairs on the back of his neck still standing at attention make him think otherwise.
Something is wrong.
Occam's razor.
He can feel it.
"Veronica!" he shouts as he runs into the bedroom, "Ronnie!" he calls using her least favorite nickname, hoping it will elicit a response.
Her phone keeps ringing.
There are no signs of a break-in or a struggle but there's something sticky on the hardwood floor.
Blood.
Veronica's blood.
Occam's razor.
"Oh my God! Veronica!" he calls out as he sinks to his knees where she's sprawled out on the bedroom floor.
He jostles her a little, hoping the slight movement might rouse her.
"Hey," he whispers, as he kisses her forehead, "Wake up, Veronica. Look at me."
He shouldn't have left her alone.
It was too soon.
Her injuries hadn't fully healed.
"Logan" she murmurs, almost inaudibly, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asks, incredulous, "I didn't take Pony for his walk. I was going to … But I think something's wrong … " she says, her blue eyes wide with fear.
They both think they know what's happening but neither of them is willing to put the words out into the universe.
Occam's razor.
"I'm taking you to the hospital."
Veronica shakes her head, "No, I'm all right," she insists. She rolls over to sit up and clutches her abdomen, "Mother cusser! That hurts." she mutters under her breath.
"We're going to the hospital," Logan repeats, "Just to be on the safe side. Would you please stop pretending to be fine when you're not?"
"Only if you and your Harvard mouth will show me some effing courtesy," she replies, taking his hand.
"I've been trying to do that since I walked through the front door. But finding you bleeding and barely conscious threw a monkey wrench in those plans."
"Bleeding?" Veronica repeats, incredulous, "I'm bleeding? Is that why I feel so cussing strange right now?"
Occam's razor.
"I don't know," Logan admits, "But I'm calling an ambulance."
Before Veronica can protest further Logan's on the phone calling 911, "My wife is two months pregnant. She's bleeding, in pain, and feeling dizzy. I need an ambulance now!"
Twenty minutes later, Veronica's in the ambulance on the way to the hospital with Logan at her side.
"Welcome home babe." She says as she reaches for his hand, "I'm sorry this is happening right now. I had other plans tonight."
He grins, "Thanks. If you heard about any hot spots returning to room temperature lately, That was me. I had other plans tonight, too."
"Did they involve effing courtesy?" Veronica asks, the corners of her mouth perking up into a smile, despite her pain.
"Maybe," he teases, "You'll have to wait until we get home to find out."
She squeezes his hand and bites her lip, "Logan, I'm scared," she admits under her breath.
"I know," he says, gripping her hand tighter, "But it's gonna be okay. I'll be right here with you. Whatever happens," he promises as he leans to kiss her forehead.
She feels warm as though she has a fever.
Later, Veronica and Logan are in the emergency room at the hospital. She's on the exam table wearing only a thin hospital gown. Goosebumps rise on her arms. Logan stands and wraps his arms around her. She feels instantly warmer. The doctor opens the door, and she jumps, startled.
She hears Logan's voice in her ear, "Hey," he whispers, taking her hand, "Are you cold?"
She nods. He unbuttons his blue dress blue Navy uniform jacket and drapes it over her shoulders.
"How're you feeling now, Veronica?" the unfamiliar female doctor asks.
She shrugs, "I'm not dizzy anymore."
"That's good," the doctor says, "But I still need to examine you. Lie back. Your husband can stay with you if you'd like."
Veronica's eyes meet Logan's and he nods and takes her hand.
The doctor looks between Veronica's legs. She winces in pain. After a few minutes she looks up at both of them.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this Veronica but I'm afraid you've suffered a miscarriage. Since you're still bleeding rather heavily, I'd like to do a D & C to remove any remaining tissue from your uterus."
Veronica sighs, "Do what you have to do."
"Okay. I'll be back with the paperwork and then we'll get you prepped." It's a short procedure so you'll only be in recovery for a few hours so you'll be able to go home afterwards."
When the doctor closes the door Veronica looks at Logan, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears.
"I already had names picked out." She says, softly. He pulls her close and kisses her, "We can still use them. I promise."
"What are they?" he asks, curious.
"Sedona Lynn for a girl."
Sedona where they'd planned the honeymoon they never took.
He smiles, "After my mom."
She nods, "I know how much you loved her."
"I love you," he says, "What about for a boy?"
"Keith," Veronica answers.
Logan chuckles, "After your dad. I should've known."
"I was thinking Keith could be his middle name and we could name him after his dad."
Logan stares back at her in awe.
She wants to name their son after him.
"I love you," he repeats, as the doctor comes back into the room to prep Veronica for surgery.
They give her blue paper booties and a blue cap to cover her beautiful blonde hair.
"I love you too," she whispers, "And speaking of my dad. Can you please call him for me?"
Logan nods, "Yes, ma'am. "
"Cuss you, I'm not a ma'am!" Veronica insists as she scribbles her signature on the forms.
He takes the clipboard from Veronica and hands it to the nurse. He gives her a long, sweet kiss. "I'll be right here when you're done."
Medical staff flanks her on either side and the gurney starts to move.
Veronica eyes widen until the nurse smiles, "You can go with her as far as the operating room doors."
She sighs, relieved, as Logan takes her hand again, "I love you," she repeats, "And when I get back I expect you and your Harvard mouth to show me some effing courtesy."
Logan kisses her one last time, "You got it," he whispers as he watches her disappear behind the double doors of the operating room.