Disclaimer- I don't own the show or anything else having to do with Veronica Mars so don't try to sue me.

Spoilers up to season three and to whatever episode it was when Logan found out he had a brother.

"I just…I just don't know who to talk to. Nobody I know has had something like this happen to them. Everyone says they understand, but I know they don't…they can't. I wouldn't have been able to before." She continued to sob through her hands which she held her face in. Veronica looked at the most recent shaven head rape victim. A twinge of strange guilt passed through her. She had just gotten done with yet another incredibly boring shift in the school library and was sitting on a beach in the hallway of one of the college buildings waiting for Logan to pick her up when she had recognized the girl.

Veronica sighed. She really didn't want to have to do what she knew she should. But the girl looked so miserable and she could remember all too well what she had felt and gone through…alone. "Ok, do you think it'd make you feel better if you sat down and talked which someone else who has been raped?"

The girl looked up at Veronica from her hands and nodded. "I guess, but I don't know anyone." Veronica placed a hand at the girl's forearm, gesturing for her to sit. She sat down with her. The girl looked confused.

Veronica kept her gaze at the floor. "Three years ago I was."

The girl's head snapped up in shock. "What? But-"

"Yeah, you'd be surprised. I don't exactly advertise it. In fact I didn't tell anyone…except the sheriff who pretty much laughed at me."

"Wow, I-I didn't-"

Veronica couldn't seem to get comfortable, she felt very uneasy and wanted very much to just quickly get up and walk away from the conversation, but she felt it her duty to calm the poor girl. "So what do you want to know?"

"Um, I don't know. Did you ever figure out who did it?"

"Yeah, two years after the fact. Then he tried to shoot me and blow up a plane he thought my dad was in, and then he killed himself."

The girl seemed almost stunned. "Wow, maybe I did get off easy with the shaved head."

"Well, I don't know. But listen, make sure you get yourself tested for things." She put her gaze again at the floor. "That's important."

The girl looked at her as if somehow knowing what she meant. "Other than that," Veronica concluded "it's just gonna really suck for a while, and then…then it'll still suck, but you'll get used to it. And when we figure out who did this, you'll feel a little better."

Veronica looked up just in time to see Logan walking into the hall and grinning at her. She turned back to the girl. "If you need anything, or have questions, or just wanna rant call me." The blond stood up and walked over to Logan, who was waiting for her at the door. He put his arm around her shoulder and they left.

For whatever reason lately, though probably having something to do with Logan's apparent brother who seemed to refuse contact with him, or the recent string of rapes going on around campus that brought back painful memories for Veronica, they had both been feeling somewhat insecure and even kind of needy lately. Luckily for both, the one place they knew that they could always find comfort seemed to be with each other. After grabbing some take out, that night they ended up at Logan's. They ate and discussed the latest news and insiders that Veronica had found out about the rapes and a forth, yet still unanswered phone call Logan attempted at his brother, then ended up cuddling on the couch. She stayed over in his apartment that night. She called her dad who, as always, chose not to think about what would probably be going on involving his only little girl. In his opinion, it was just better that way.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Veronica awoke from a nightmare flashback of almost being burned to death in a freezer by Logan's father, a nightmare that was quite common for her, to find herself staring at a dark skinned man pressed up against the window taking a picture of them. She jumped up…a mistake since she didn't have any clothes on, and then quickly covered herself with the sheet. Logan finally stirred, and then when his outreached hand came back empty, opened his eyes to see Veronica sitting up staring at the window.

"What's wrong?"
"Someone's taking pictures of us from the window." She said in a careful whisper. Logan jumped up and turned around to face the man. When he saw him, he spared no time in jumping into his pants, getting to window, opening it, and almost grabbing the man before he even put his camera down. He got away just in time. Logan was furious and began to leave the apartment to chase the man but Veronica stopped him.

"Don't Logan, he'll already be gone before you can even get outside."

"I hate those people. Paparazzi. You'd think they'd leave me alone after my dad kicked." He got back into bed with her. She put her head on his shoulder from behind and hugged onto him.

"You sure he was a paparazzi?"

"Yeah, what else would he be?"

Veronica chose not to answer just then, but it worried her. She again stared out the now empty window. It was pitch black outside. She laid back down.

Logan remained sitting up. "Well, since we're both up, we might as well take advantage of the situation." He smiled and laid down on top of her. She kissed him.

The next day was not a particularly good one for her. She had been feeling off all morning and had was very worried. She had called Logan once already to talk to him about it but all she got was the inspirational message on his voice mail. On the steps outside her class she had tripped over herself somehow and nearly fell on her face. That was the good part. The bad part was that Dick Casablancas had happened to be the one to catch her. She quickly straightened herself and scurried away from him.

"Hey Ronnie." She nodded his head back and forth annoyingly as he said it and drew the name out like a true surfer idiot.

"Hey." She quickly walked away before he had a chance to strike up a conversation. She needed to put some papers she had just gotten back from a professor in her car when she heard her phone ring. Logan. Good, there was something she needed to talk to him about anyways.

"Hey, Logan."

"Hi sugar bunch." He was teasing her.

"Sorry I'm just getting back to you, Dick needed some cheering up and I actually decided to go to my classes today.

"Does that mean I should be on the look out for an invasion of flying pigs?"

"Ha ha. You said there was something you needed to talk to me about?"

"Yeah…but I'd rather talk to you about it in person. Meet me tonight?"

"Sure, you should come sleep over at my place. Then we'll uh, have all night to…talk."

"Uh huh. Why, if I didn't know you to be the completely innocent old fashioned gentlemanly boy you are, I might think that you were insinuating something."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you mean, Miss Mars. You must have a dirty mind or something."

"Ok, but seriously, Logan, we do need to talk tonight about something."

"Ok then, I'll see you tonight peach balm."

"Bye."

She had just reached her car when she felt something hard hit her head. Everything went black.