Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Death Note. I wouldn't be writing fan fiction if I did. Death Note belongs to Ohba and Obata. I'm just an adoring fan.

Author's Note: Ok I am terrified for many reasons here. This is my first Death Note fanfic, I have however written stories for other fandoms and they turned out well but its been a while since I've explored a new fandom (to me, that is) and I'm so scared of disappointing people. I love reviews though and the more reviews I get the sooner I am likely to update so please read review and enjoy :).

Death Note: The Second Draft – By Blood-Sucker-1428

It was chaos - Lights flashing red, alarms going off and that ominous text written on the monitors – and yet at that moment everything stopped. As L's voice was cut off everything was cut off with it. The room seemed to go silent and what followed would feel to everyone present as if it were happening in slow motion. They watched as the delicate spoon fell out of his hand and fell to the floor with a clang that was deafening in such a silence. Light watched with shock and triumph as the young detective slowly fell out of his chair, catching him as he reached the floor. He had won.

'Ryuuzaki!' Matsuda gasped – breaking the silence and freeing time to flow at its regular pace once again.

Light used all the will power he had to stop himself from laughing with joy at that moment – it was almost unbelievable that he had won. He –

Aizawa pushed Light out of the way as he checked the detective's vital signs. Aizawa almost felt his own heart stop out of relief when a small gasp came from L's mouth.

'He's still alive.' He called out. A collective breath was taken by the rest of the team. Relief filled the room but only momentarily as the urgency of the situation returned.

'No way!' Matsuda gasped. Chief Yagami – the now default leader of the taskforce - was the first to take action.

'Aizawa, can you perform CPR.' It wasn't a question, it was a demand and Aizawa didn't bother answering either but went to work straight away. The Chief lost his train of thought momentarily as they watched Aizawa pump hard on the frail boy's chest, so scared of it breaking under the force. And he was still a young boy – as intelligent and off-putting as he was – the man whose life lay on the line here was just a boy and a childish one at that.

'Mogi – call an ambulance immediately.' The chief continued. The silent man nodded and pulled his mobile out straight away as he waited impatiently for it to turn back on.

'But Chief,' Matsuda spoke quietly 'How will they get past all the security?'

'Go and use your codes to let them in!' Matsuda winced at the chief's harsh tone.

'Right.' He said and ran off to the front.

'Light.'

'Yes Dad?'

'Go home?'

'What? But Dad, I want to help Ryuuzaki!' Light could lie so easily.

'I don't want you to be here if he-' a pause. The chief closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. 'If we can't help him.'

'But Dad I want to know what happens to him.' At least this statement was sincere. It wasn't meant the way his father took it but it was indeed sincere. Soichiro placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder and looked him deep in the eyes.

'I promise I'll call you as soon as I know anything.' Light sighed in annoyance.

'Fine, Dad. But you promised!' He muttered and started to walk in the direction of the exit. He had no intention of going home however. No, not anytime soon. He was going to find the shinigami Rem – or at least what was left of her – and find out what the hell went wrong.

Light, in his search, stumbled across a pile of something he couldn't quite classify with a death note placed in the middle of it. He knelt down and picked some of it up, allowing it to flow through the gaps between his fingers. It looked like ash or sand but the colour and texture suggested something more metallic. It must have been the remains of Rem.

So this is what happens to a shinigami when it dies. He mused as he dropped the rest of the remains out of his hand and wiped them on his pants. Rem was no more, that meant he couldn't question her about how L hadn't died instantly – unless he was dead by now. The only indication as to what went wrong would be the death note. He opened it and flicked through the pages until he came to the half unfinished one. His eyes trailed down to the last two names on the page.

Quillish Wammy

Light said the name out loud as he applied it to his memory. That must have been Watari's real name. Perhaps he should look the man up later and find out more about him. But what was the point now? The man was gone and wouldn't bother him again.

Now the next name.

L Law

'L Law?' Light repeated in confusion. It was unfinished. 'Law-what?' His voiced raised.

She hadn't finished his name! It was incomplete! So this heart attack was not induced by a death note? Unless Misa wrote his name down at the same time, but she didn't know it so it couldn't have been Misa. What was it then? Natural? Stress? Shock from Watari's death? His heart giving up at his weight the way it did with some anorexics? And what was his first name?

Light screamed as he threw the death note across the room. It hid the wall and slid to the ground, lying flat on the floor and open on the incomplete name.

'Can you even kill someone with an initial?' He yelled and slammed his fist against the wall.

He hadn't won.

Though L did have a heart attack and was in between life and death there was no guarantee that the stubborn dark eyed detective was going to die.

Light hadn't lost yet.

But he hadn't won.

At least until he got a call from his father the stalemate continued.

The entire task force, minus of course L and Light, sat together in the emergency room. They stood out amongst the rest of the late night crowd in their suits and ties. All of them were agitated and fearful as the continued to wait feeling useless – wishing there was something they could do. Matsuda was continuously shifting his weight around in the chair and nervously tried to make conversation with other people in the ER, Aizawa was tapping his, and Soichiro Yagami and Mogi sat in silence staring at the door that lead into the hospital.

A doctor in scrubs looking exhausted from a long night running emergency entered he looked around the room and spotted the group of men in suits all eyeing him nervously.

'Are you the gentlemen with-'

'Hideki Ryuuga?' the youngest of the group cut him off. It didn't bother him though, he was used to people nervously awaiting news about loved ones. It actually made his job more worthwhile when he could bring ease to people like this as well as save lives. The doctor nodded.

'Yes, that's us.' The oldest man said. The doctor eyed them carefully for a moment before speaking.

'He's stable.' A collective sigh of relief came in unison as the tension was released from the group of men. Only now did they slump and slouch in their chair as they realized how tired they were.

'Thank you, doctor.' Chief Yagami sighed.

Author's Note: So I hoped you liked it. I'm trying to map out a good plot right now so I hope you're all interested. Reviews make me happy and a happy me means quicker updates and virtual cookies for all my reviewers!