I got inspired to do something like this after reading another story and now that I've started the story, I can't stop. I figured I'd better test my audience to see who would be interested in this story before I write it all for nothing.

Starts during episode 3.19 Weevils Wobble but They Don't Go Down. You will recognize a lot of the lines from that episode in this chapter so obviously I do not own them. But without any further rambling here is my newest story that I am eager to finish.

Author's Note: The first 4 chapters of this story heavily rely on the final 2 episodes of the series. I've tweaked them slightly, highlighting only what's important to what is happening/going to happen in this story. If you don't want to read basically the last 2 episodes, skip to Chapter 5 but just know that Veronica is pregnant.

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I knocked on the wooden door listening closely for any scuffling inside to let me know someone was home. It seemed to be my lucky day as the knob twisted and the door swung open to reveal Piz.

"Veronica," He said, shifting in place, "What are you doing here?"

"I just," I took a deep breath, "I don't want to fight anymore. We know this summer is going to be tough, no matter what we decide but I've come to realize that there are bigger things in life to worry about. We'll make it work no matter what."

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He just wrapped me in his arms, nuzzling his face in my hair. And that was just what I had needed. That's exactly what I loved about our relationship; it only took a hug to make me melt.

Piz, still tightly embracing me pulled us into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot, "As much as I'm glad that you're here, I have a huge exam tomorrow and I desperately need to learn, uh, everything."

"Ah," I nodded in understanding as I reached into my bag and pulled out a folder, "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't know you're schedule. I brought some material to occupy myself while you hit those books hard."

"You're the best," He kissed my forehead and went back to the pile of books and papers that had formerly been his bed.

"I'm just going to stay over here," I plopped down, belly first on Wallace's bed, "Where I can't distract you."

I tried to read the words in the file but every time I did, my eyes began to tear up. I wished I was reading someone else's file other than my own because then I wouldn't have been emotionally attached. It wouldn't directly effect anything but my bank account. Life would be simpler. The truth was I was tearing up for my internship as it appeared to be slipping from my fingers. I was tearing up for the life I loved and may never have again.

I couldn't think about it anymore so I closed the folder, stealing a glance at Piz across the room. He was intensely reading the book with a highlighter wedged in his mouth. I didn't want to distract him, but if I didn't, I might just lose it and I couldn't have that.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed. Across the room Piz reached for his ringing phone and glanced at the caller ID. Shooting a glare of disbelief I almost felt bad.

"Answer it," I urged. With a sigh, he pushed his books out of his way so that he could sit on the edge of his bed.

"Hello?" He finally answered/

I smiled, "Hey."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm calling you from FBI headquarters in Virginia because I miss you. And I'm very sweet." I glanced over at him.

"Oh," He smiled back, "You miss me, huh?"

"I do," I sat up and frowned suddenly, "Who's that?"

Confused, Piz looks around the room, "What?"

"Do you have a girl in your room?" I shifted onto my knees, receiving a chuckle from Piz, "This long-distance thing is hard. I mean, this internship is the opportunity of a lifetime, and I couldn't be enjoying it more, but...I so wish I could be with you right now."

I stood up, hanging up my phone. Glancing around for a place to put it down, I found Wallace's desk to be the closest as I made my way towards Piz's side of the room.

"Well, how about that?" I leaned against the wall separating Wallace's side from Piz's, "Its like I never left."

"Yeah," He smiled a tight lipped smile, "Those twelve weeks just flew by."

"No, they didn't. They took for-ev-er. All those weeks of thinking about you, and," I climbed into his lap, straddling his legs, "And missing you...and all those pent-up feelings. What am I ever gonna do with all of them?"

I brought my hand up to his chest and I could feel his heart racing, "I-I have a couple...million suggestions…"

"Hmm," I waited, stifling a laugh at his stammering attempt of speaking.

"If you like - " He started but I silenced him with a kiss, easing him on his back.

"Mmm," I licked my lips, "So, what are these suggestions?"

"Oh," A smile flickered, "You know, you don't need them."

He lifted his head to kiss me again, but I pulled back, teasing him, "Does it involve me...doing a sort of dance-squad-like routine? Perhaps...a cheer?"

Channeling my pep squad days, I sat up, clapped my hands together and choreographed a short routine as he propped himself up on his elbows.

"Actually, it does."

I dropped my arms at my side, ending my short performance, "I was kidding."

"Then no."

I sat there pondering for a minute something else to taunt him with before leaning down and whispering in his ear.

"Does it involve me being naked?"

Timid to answer Piz finally confesses, "It did."

I giggled, yes giggled, before finally giving into him. I mean, I was interrupting his studying. And so we began kissing. Even his kiss was awkward, but I couldn't help but love it. It just felt right. He flipped me over, taking control of the situation, which honestly caught me off guard. As he eased my shirt over my head, I couldn't help but wonder if this was it. Before I knew it he had easily removed my bra and laying there, with my breasts exposed, he looked at me with that look.

Before I knew it, instead of choking on kisses, I was choking on sobs. It was an uncontrollable fit that startled both Piz and myself as I tried to cover up my exposed chest.

"I'm not ladies man," He looked on confused, "but this has never happened to me before."

"I'm sorry," I was able to choke out, trying to regulate my breathing, "Its not you."

The blood drained from his face and he stood up, "Are you really going to use that line to break up with me?"

I shook my head, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh," He slowly sank back down on his bed and then finally he caught up, "Oh."

A lump caught in my throat again but I tried swallowing it. It was no use. I was a hysterical mess.

"We'll figure it out," He rubbed my back, "It's going to be okay, Veronica."

This got me to stop. I was too shocked to cry anymore. I searched his face, waiting for a Gotcha! or Slut! but I knew him better than that. He was being completely honest. I threw myself into his arms because I needed to feel safe for once. We sat like that for a while in fear that I would start crying again.

"Are you hungry?" I lifted my head from his shoulder as he spoke, "I don't think I can study anymore anyway."

I nodded and smiled, "Have I ever turned food down?"

He wiped the tear stains from my cheeks and kissed my forehead.

"Come on," He reached for my hand, which I willingly took. Never in my life had I ever needed anyone but my father, but here I was, clutching to Piz to hold my life together. Go figure.

Before we left the room, I gathered my cell phone, my folder and my bag. As much as I hated to admit it, life was going to keep moving, whether I liked it or not. Just like I had always been used to, as soon as Piz opened the door for me, I went back to being the same prickly Veronica Mars that Hearst College was used to. If only they knew the truth.

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I went through the rest of the day in a daze, at least I must have because I don't remember much of it. Somehow, Piz and I had ended up lying on my couch discussing his radio show.

"What's the big deal?" It might have looked uncomfortable, my neck bent at an awkward angle as we both tried to fit on the couch but I was totally at ease lying there.

"I didn't say it was a big deal," He brushed a stray blonde lock out of my face.

I shrugged as best I could in my current position, "Then ask him. I suspect your radio career will put you across the mic from bigger fish than small-town sheriffs."

"I'm not intimidated about asking the local sheriff to be on my show, okay?" He propped himself up on his elbow, "I'm intimidated about asking the father of the girl, whose body — is as much as it kills me to quote John Mayer — a wonderland. All right?"

"Not for long," I instinctively ran a hand over my stomach. It had become my newest obsession in the last couple of days since I had found out.

It started with my missed period. But I brushed that off as a result of stress from the Hearst rape case. Then since it still hadn't come, three days ago, I bought an at home pregnancy test. The pink plus sign was my driving fuel to go to the Access Medical Center that afternoon for a second opinion. They had confirmed it. They handed me a file full of papers about my exam so that when I made my appointment with the OB/GYN I could present it all to them. But everyday I began to check if there was a bump, anything under the skin of my stomach that hadn't been there before. So far there was nothing, but apparently that's normal for being two months pregnant.

"Oh shush," He whispered in my ear and then worked a line of kisses from my ear to my lips. There was that safe feeling again. Safe, with a boy, though I had known him all year, I had only been dating for a month, one month. It must have been my hormones that were throwing me all out of whack.

He rubbed his hands all over my body, and I could help but feel like my body was a wonderland. He kissed my face, my chest and lastly my stomach before the we were startled by the opening of the front door. In the blink of an eye, we were at separate ends of the couch, Piz clearing his throat and me smoothing over my hair.

"What happened to the courtesy knock?" I tried to control my racing breath.

"What happened to whalebone corsets and courting chaperones?" My father said as he placed the bag he was carrying on the counter and opened it, "Who wants falafel?"

I jumped up from the couch to retrieve my treat from my father and then glanced back at Piz with encouragement.

"Uh, Mr. Mars," Piz cleared his throat and approached the counter, "I was wondering could you come down to Hearst tomorrow? I'd like to meet you on my show. I'm doing an election special. Hearst's four thousand votes could go a long way to determining the election."

"I don't know, Stosh," My dad began to busy himself with the dishes in the sink, "My schedule's pretty tight."

I reached down with my free hand to give Piz's a reassuring squeeze as he tried again, "It's just...I mean, I wouldn't want Vinnie Van Lowe getting all the airtime without giving you a chance to rebut, you know."

"What time is the show?"

Piz smiled widely, "Bright and early at eight o'clock."

"Fine," My dad sighed, "If you think Vinnie is willing to miss his morning cartoons, I'll be there."

"As long as you're in a munificent mood," I felt Piz hold his breath. Did he really think that was my segue to tell my dad I was pregnant? "How about buying the office a new answering machine?"

"Munificent?" Piz said on his giant exhale.

"What's wrong with the old one?" Dad shrugged.

I lowered my head to glare at him condescendingly, "The Yoders have one just like it."

"Who are the Yoders?"

"The Amish family in 3B," I said matter-of-factly.

Dad sighed, "You may have gone digital, but I remain firmly analogue."

"No, I'm digital. You remain firmly cheap."

And he sighed again. I was obviously wearing on him. Great, "My day was fine, Veronica. How was yours?"

"Uh," I took a deep breath and squeezed Piz's hand. This time I was reassuring myself, "Proved Weevil didn't do it and I'm pregnant."

Out of my peripheral vision I could see the shocked look on Piz's face, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. I reached in for another bit of food and my dad followed suit.

"I don't think you can let Eli off the hook," Keith stated with his mouth half full.

"I talked to a mechanical engineering professor," I was getting a little nervous that we were having a conversation about Weevil, "He said it would be impossible for Weevil to program the machine you found in his-"

Dad shook his head as a spoke.

"What?"

"We dusted the box. It's covered with Eli's prints," He didn't look at me as he spoke, "Only Eli's."

"Oh, well," I looked to Piz but he was as confused as I was, "Dad, about the other thing. I don't know if I was mumbling again or something but I just told you I was pregnant and yet we still talked about Weevil."

"Oh, I heard you," He slammed a fist on the counter, "But right now, I don't want to say anything that I might regret, to either of you."

"Sir," Piz stammered, "I just wanted to -"

"Don't!" My dad turned away from us before suddenly whipping around, "How could you be so stupid? I know it was hard with your mother not around, but I thought I taught you better than that!"

This is what I was expecting. This was what I had prepared for. But it was worse, so much worse than I imagined.

"I-I," I felt that familiar lump crawl up my throat, "Dad, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry?" His face was turning bright red, "Sorry is not going to raise a child. What about the FBI? What about your radio internship?"

"Dad, it's not P -" I started.

"It's not going to be easy," Piz cut me off, "But I promise to be there for Veronica and this baby no matter what. If that means putting off my radio internship, then so be it."

"Piz, you don't have to do this," I whispered as sternly as I could in my near-blubbering state.

"The truth is Sir," He rubbed my shoulders, "I love your daughter. And I'm going to do the right thing."