Hi guys. This is the first time I've written Lenny. I have to admit, he's not the easiest character to write, but I hope I've managed to be as in character as possible.

In case you haven't seen it yet, Lisa95 is running a competition to write a Lenny story. Until I saw the post, I wasn't aware of how few stories there are about him on here. Anyway, this is my entry, or at least the first part of it. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and if you want to enter the competition, do! I love competitions, me.


I've been through the pain and been dragged through the dirt

Whatever they tell you, we're bigger than words

I've been where you're standing, I know how it hurts

Lenny Lyons had never been one for singing in the shower; singing at any other time, sure, but not in the shower. It was only since Helen had come back into his life and Yuki had left for Birmingham he had taken to singing in the shower. There was something strangely exhilarating about singing your stresses out while hot water pelted against your back.

Clean and calm, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. Back when he had lived in the house with Yuki, and before that, May and Kieron as well, he always changed in the bathroom. He'd accidentally given Yuki an eyeful when they had first moved in together, and although nothing was said between the friends, there had been a mutual agreement that everyone would at least put underwear on underneath their towel before returning to their room to change.

Now, though, he lived on his own, there was nothing to stop him wandering around with his bits hanging freely. Lenny entered his bedroom and opened his wardrobe when a ring on the doorbell distracted him. Nobody ever rang at eight in the morning. Nobody dared.

Assuming it was the postman, Lenny tightened the towel around his waist and headed downstairs. He opened the door slightly, a cool breeze rolling through and making the hairs on his arm stand rigid.

"Yeah?"

"Leonard Lyons?"

Lenny pulled a face. It had been years since anyone had used his full name. Lenny, or occasionally Len, when someone he didn't know was trying to be pally with him (he soon put them in their place, because he hated sounding like an old man) but never Leonard. Even at a job interview, he'd introduce himself as Lenny before anyone got a chance to say anything else.

"Who's asking?" Lenny pulled the door open a slight bit further, poking just his head around the door to conceal his bare torso. He was shocked to see a uniformed policeman standing on his doorstep. "Look, whatever happened, it was nothing to do with me, alright?"

"Mr Lyons?" the policeman repeated.

"Yeah, yeah, that's me." Lenny knew he was going to get no peace until the officer was satisfied, so he figured it was better to get it over and done with.

"Mr Lyons, may I come in? I'm afraid I've got some bad news."

Lenny gulped. What had Yuki gone and got himself involved in up in Birmingham? It had to be Yuki; he always came to Lenny to bail him out whenever he got himself in something he couldn't handle. Because, of course, after growing up in care, Lenny was capable of dealing with anything. Yeah, right. He wasn't Superman, but he was about as close as Yuki was ever going to get.

He let the policeman in and showed him through to the living room.

"I'm, uh, just going to put some clothes on." Lenny nodded towards his towel, just in case the officer hadn't noticed, and hurried upstairs before he could get a response. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from the dirty pile on his floor. Anything was better than a towel he could drop at any moment. "Yuki man, what've you gone and done now?" he muttered to himself as he headed back downstairs.

"Mr Lyons, it's about your sister," the policeman told him as he sat down.

"Sister?" Lenny echoed. "You mean Yuki's not got himself into some mess up north?"

"I don't know who Yuki is, but not that I'm aware of. I'm afraid Helen was involved in an accident late last night. There was a collision involving her car and a lorry."

"Shit." Lenny looked down at his hands. He hadn't been expecting news like this.

"I'm afraid she didn't make it."

"No!" Lenny stood up and paced around the room, hands on his head. "Fuck. Fuck, fuckety fuck." He'd only just got his sister back in his life after God knows how many years. While she was ill, there was still the option of a donor to increase her life span. There was no way of increasing the lifespan of a car crash victim. He punched out at the wall, drawing blood on his knuckles but not feeling the pain. Then a thought crossed his mind. Helen had been down in Holby with her boyfriend. "What about Ian?"

"Mr Roberts died at the scene. Neither of them stood a chance."

"We- were you there?"

"Yes."

"What were her last words?"

The policeman looked uncomfortable. "She seemed to know she was dying. She asked the paramedics to make sure Lenny looked after Sam. Those were her words."

Sam. The name rang a bell, but Lenny couldn't quite pinpoint it. It was only when the policeman elaborated that Lenny realised what was meant.

"Mr Lyons, she wanted you to look after her son."


So there's chapter one. I hope you like it; if you do, please leave a review. When I get emails telling me you guys have left lovely comments on my stories, it makes me happy. Of course, if you hated it, you can tell me as well, I don't mind.

The song at the start, by the way, is One Love by David Guetta, in case anyone was wondering.