Hello everyone!! Those that got back to me regarding "Something to Think About" seemed to enjoy it, and that makes me very happy. There were many more who read it, but didn't review so I hope they enjoyed it as well. Below is the beginning of the story that has plagued me for a long time. As I mentioned in my profile, in the second live action DN movie, at the end when all are mourning poor darling Light (eww) no one mentions the man who gave his life to stop Light's reign of evil. No where is there a tear shed for him or a thought to him. That bothered me, more than I can tell you. And I wondered if there wasn't someone, somewhere who would be mourning him. I know the trio would remember him, but they kind of have to. I wanted someone who's entire life wasn't wrapped up in him, but somehow they came together and this person would make sure he was never forgotten.
Ofcourse I was kind of satisfied with L Change the World with that idea, Suruga the FBI agent was definitely moved by his relationship with L and will never forget him, as neither Maki or Near will either.
But here's my take on someone who will never forget. Please enjoy and please please don't forget to review.
All characters with the exception of my original character, do not belong to me.
Always There
Chapter 1L stood from the desk and walked towards the large bay window as he heard the sound of Watari's car pulling up to the driveway. He stood slightly stooped, he hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans, gazing as the sleek, black Mercedes came to a halt in front of the steps of Whammy's.
He watched as Watari exited the car from the driver's side, closing the door behind him and went to the passenger side. The door opened and the first thing he saw was a leg, and then another leg and finally the body attached to it. There was no expression on his face as he watched the passenger totally disengage from the car. She looked similar to what he had expected, he did have a full dossier on her after all, which included pictures. But sometimes people changed from pictures taken earlier. But Dr. Christine Thompson had not changed. From the fiery shoulder length red hair, the small amount of make up adoring the pleasant face, and the tasteful professional suit in black, she was exactly as he had expected her to look.
He turned away from the window, trying to decide if he wanted to meet her or not. He had spoken to her through his computer, had conducted an extensive interview. It was the first time that Whammy's would have a live-in doctor. It was beginning to prove difficult to appropriate doctors from the city; there wasn't enough time to do thorough security checks on them if there was an emergency; and yet L had become paranoid enough for his safety and of the others to want one. And once one had been here, L would have him followed to be assured that he was not giving any information to anyone that could prove detrimental. He sighed, knowing that he was probably being over cautious, but he was L. There were too many people who would want him dead, or destroy his career at least. No one knew where the elusive L lived and he was determined to keep it that way. It was not only best for him, but for those who would come after him.
They were the main reason for this change in policy. The children at Whammy's needed a full time doctor in residence. The administrator, Roger, had come to him with the idea, after several children ended up with broken bones after an altercation, followed by many bedridden with the flu. Trying to get doctors and nurses out there for days at a time proved to be difficult at best, hellish at worst. And then there were the security concerns. Yes, it was necessary to bring someone into the fold.
Her credentials had been impeccable, receiving her degree from Johns Hopkins, interning at Boston's Children's, studying children's diseases at length. Security wise she had checked out and rechecked out, her past decidedly normal.
He remembered watching her through his computer camera during the interview. Watching all body English for any signs of anything questionable. She had sat at the desk with her legs crossed at the ankles, her hands folded in front of her. A folder filled with necessary documents to her left.
"Dr. Thompson, my next round of questions may not be politically correct, as they say, but they are necessary due to the type of position we are offering. Are you ready?" he had asked thru the microphone. He watched her shift minutely, and take a deep breath.
"Of course, I am prepared to answer anything you may ask."
"You of course are aware that this position is live-in, technically 24 hour, 7 days a week. Of course you may have days off and vacations as necessary, all of your living needs met, retirement plans in place. I must ask what your relationship status is." He watched her head lift slightly, her body stiffen, watched her take a deep breath through her nose. She was slightly offended. He didn't know if it were the question, or the implication.
"I know it may seem inappropriate but this is a very important question. We need to know if there is anyone in your life that may complicate your position at Whammy's. In as much that we don't expect you to live your life exclusively for us, and thus be single your entire life; we do expect you to be with us a good amount of time. Any possible romantic relationships that could jeopardize your tenure with us according to the 5 year agreement that must be signed, is important for us to know. We need to know…"
"That I am not going to suddenly become a love struck teen and elope with Mr. Wonderful with no warning, is that what you're trying to say to me?"
L couldn't help smiling at her grasp of the situation, without becoming angry or whiney. He hated whiney people.
"That's exactly the idea, Dr. Thompson. Perhaps unfeeling, but necessary for this special position. So I ask you, is there anyone in your life that poses that type of threat?"
"No, you can rest assured that there is no one in my life who poses that type of threat. I will be available for the 5 years guaranteed."
L studied her for a few moments, looking for any tell tale tics that would tell him she was lying, or at least unsure. There were none.
"That concludes the interview. Watari will provide your transportation home." He switched off; moving his thumb to his mouth as he thought over all the information the past 2 hours had provided him with. As much as he disliked having to do this, he knew she was the best that he could ever find. He would inform Roger in the morning.
L was pulled from his reverie by the ringing of his phone.
"Yes, Watari?"
"As I'm sure you're aware, Dr. Thompson is here. She is being welcomed by Roger at the moment before she goes on a tour of the school and grounds, and shown to her offices and living quarters. Would you like to meet with her at any time?"
"Not at present, thank you Watari". He answered and closed the call. No, not at present.