A/N: Okay, so I know I kinda put myself into a hole with the whole Duncan thing, but I really didn't think of the whole kidnapping thing at all when I wrote it. I'm watching Donut Run right now though, not that that makes any difference whatsoever. So for my story's sake, I'm going to say: Pretend that Duncan didn't kidnap Lilly, they just went to Australia for some other odd reason.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Veronica Mars, but now I do own the second season on DVD:D

Previously on Mars Has Landed in Neptune…

"Cool. Bye," I said, picking up Leslie. I wanted to get out of there before I saw Duncan. I know he's here. Almost there!

"Veronica?" Crap.


I turned around. Yes, it's definitely Duncan. "Duncan, hi."

"Veronica, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Lilly and I are back in Neptune for good. I'm enrolling her here. She's going into fourth grade. Now it's your turn," Duncan replied.

"I'm enrolling my daughter Leslie for kindergarten." During our little chat, Leslie went back over to see Lilly since we weren't leaving yet.

"Leslie? The one that's already formed a huge bond with Lilly? That's your daughter?"

"Yeah, that's my daughter," I said. I find it ironic that my daughter seems to be becoming my ex-boyfriend's daughter's best friend, even though I haven't seen him in nine years.

"Who's the lucky guy who's married to you? It's Logan, isn't it?"

"Actually I'm not married to her father, who isn't Logan."

"Oh, well…okay. Well, Leslie's lucky to have you as a mom. Okay, I should go. Come on, Lilly," Duncan said, going over and grabbing her hand. "Bye, Veronica, bye Leslie."

"Bye Duncan and Lilly," I said. I guess now would be the perfect time to leave. I picked up Leslie and we left.

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I'm in my room, sitting on the bed. I keep thinking about what Duncan said about Leslie being lucky to have me as a mom.

Flashback—Leslie's about two weeks old

She won't stop crying. I can't get her to stop crying.

I left the room Leslie's in and sat on the couch. Now I'm laying on my side in the fetal position, sobbing.

I can't do this. I can't be a mother. I'm going to end up screwing up her life. Why did I have to end up getting pregnant? I can't do it! I don't think it's too late to put her up for adoption.

Leslie's still crying in the background. I should go try to make her stop again.

I went into her room, picked her up, and started bouncing her lightly up and down. I stopped bouncing and then I realized she had stopped crying and she was asleep.

I set her in her crib and looked at this beautiful girl I helped create. I smiled.

Oh, my God. Just a minute ago I was considering putting her up for adoption. How could I do such a thing? She's my baby! My daughter! I'm a terrible person.

End flashback

She wasn't so lucky then.

I realized I was crying. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said as I wiped away the tears. It was Leslie.

"Mommy, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" she said. I picked her up and sat her on my lap.

"I was just thinking of when you were a baby."

"Did I make you cry when I was a baby, Mommy?" Leslie said, wiping away another stray tear. Before I got a chance to answer, my dad came in. He noticed I was crying, and had Leslie go out.

"Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?"

"It's nothing. I'm okay, Dad."

"Do I need to remind you I'm a detective?" my dad asked, just like he did many years ago.

"I was thinking of when I first had Leslie. I completely freaked. I would leave her alone in a room when she was crying, hardly trying to get her to stop. When she was like two weeks old, I actually considered giving my baby to some stranger to raise. I still wonder if I'm a good enough mom," I told my dad. I was close to sobbing. He pulled me into a hug and we just stayed like that while I cried.

"Sweetie, you're a great mother. And what's most important is that you love her more than anything in the world; that I can already tell. And she loves you too. You are each others' worlds and that shows that you are a wonderful mother, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Daddy," I said. He smiled at me because I hadn't called him daddy in a very long time. He wiped away my tears and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Let's go have dinner. That's actually why I came in here."

"Okay."

A/N: Okay, so that's all for today. So I'm going to try to make a little collage-thing-y using the pictures I have been using while writing to help me picture the scene. R&R:D