Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note!


Megan Kimblee stared at the man in front of her with sadness. She had spent the last six months getting close to him and now he had to leave.

"I'm really going to miss you L." She says pulling him into a hug. It saddened her more when she felt him stiffen at the contact. After everything they have done together he still shy's away from her. She sighed accepting the fact that this man will never get use to the human touch.

"I'm going to miss you too Megan. It's been nice getting to know you." He smiled at her which was a rare sight and she realized just how gorgeous this man really is.

"Goodbye Lawlicup. I'll see you again soon enough I hope."

He nodded his head yes as she swiftly kissed his cheek before he disappeared from her life completely.


It's been a little over six years since either of the two has seen the other. The only evidence showing the two have ever met was a five year old little girl. She's incredibility smart for such a young child, a trait she obviously got from her father. In fact she was almost an exact copy of her father. Other than just her smarts she had his same addiction to sugar and all things sweet, sat in his strange half crouch, had the same ghostly pale skin, she even had dark circles under her eyes like him due to the little if at all sleep they've gotten. The only differences were her big blue eyes and sense of style she inherited from her mother. All in all the girl scared most people.

When Megan noticed her daughter was getting picked on by the other kids at school she made up her mind to go to the place she once called home, the only place her daughter would fit in, Wammy's House. The only problem was the idea scared her. It's not that she didn't want to go back, she did, but she was scared of what would happen to her little girl. Wammy's is a orphanage founded to breed new L's. She was terrified of what would happen when they found out she was hiding the great L's daughter from them, his only true heir. Nothing could be closer to the real thing then her but Megan didn't want her daughter to have to go through that. Didn't want her to have the same lifestyle as her father. It would be too much for her to take.

She saw firsthand what the pressure did to people when her good friend Beyond Birthday snapped from it, going insane enough to murder and attempt to take his own life because of it. Why would she wish that upon her own daughter?

Before even making the decision to go she talked to her daughter about her options, stay where they were and continue to get picked on or follow in her father's shadow. Without a second thought she chose Wammy's. The thought of being around people just like her that wouldn't think she was odd for being so smart excited her not to mention her mother never had a bad thing to say about her life growing up there. So with it decided Megan made a call. Roger picked up after the third ring.

"Thank you for calling Wammy's House, Roger speaking."

"Hello Roger, remember me?" she asked smiling at her old mentor's thick British voice that she so missed.

"Megan Kimblee is that you? How could I forget a voice like yours? How have you been? I haven't heard from you in ages, we all thought you had died."

She chuckled. "Yes it's me. I'm sorry to call you like this but I have a favor to ask….."

Two days later the two were boarding a plane from Phoenix Arizona to Winchester England. Megan watched as her little girls eyes widen in excitement at the littlest of things. When they got to England she began pointed out places to the girl and added stories from the past for each. Fear replaced the excitement in the little girl's eyes as the orphanage drew closer. She didn't like new things and this would be a major change. On the walk up to the building Megan pointed out a big willow tree.

"See that willow over there? That's where your father and I shared our first kiss. He was so shocked I actually did it. He really believed I was joking." She laughed at the fond memory.

"Were you and Daddy in love?' The little girl asked.

Her mother shook her head sadly. "No we weren't. We were just really good friends that went a little too far one night."

"Are people going to think it's weird that I'm living in an orphanage with my mom?" the girl asked changing the subject.

"Even if they do it doesn't matter. I grew up here so I have the right to live here with my daughter."

The girl nodded as they approached the door and all conversation ceased as her mother opened the huge doors. Once inside the girl's mouth opened in awe.

"Beautiful isn't it?" her mother asked. She just nodded her head in agreement. "Come on sweetie lets drop our stuff off in our room before seeing Roger. After that I'm sure he will introduce you to the other kids here."

Again the girl just nodded and held on tighter to the teddy bear in her arms. With that the two walked up the grand staircase to the third floor where they would be staying. It was the room Megan had grown up in, the very same room the little girl was conceived in. They went about unpacking the whole time hearing voices of a few other kids from outside the door. Megan attempted to have the girl go out and introduce herself but failed so she just let it slide. Once they were fully situated they headed back out to the room which they were to meet with Roger in.


AN: This little idea has been on my mind for the past few months so I caved in and started writing it. Please let me know what you think about it or if there's anything I should fix.