Random sort-of MattOC. Or… OCMattOC? Meh. It might just turn into a whole big story if I get reviews telling me to. But I never get reviews, so…. enjoy?

Matt was in a cinch. He didn't really want to die. No, scratch that - he really didn't want to die. Guns pointed at his head, the people shouting in Russian he didn't understand… it seemed like a familiar situation, minus the Russian people. During the Kira case, he had almost died, but had been saved by SPK, as well as Mello. Matt had convinced Mello to put aside his hatred for Near, and together they had defeated Kira - Light Yagami.

Now, Matt was working with Mello, the two on their own again, in Russia. Well, not completely on their own. There was his girlfriend. He sighed, thinking of her. She had green eyes and blonde hair, a stunning beauty. She was perkier than even Misa, and often stupider, too. Most times he couldn't remember why he dated her, and sometimes, he was so close to getting rid of her. And then she'd start crying, talking about how she couldn't live without him. She would manage to rope him back to her again, even though he knew she was with other men every other night. In some ways, he almost wanted to die. But he couldn't leave Mello all alone. He wouldn't.

A woman's voice pierced his thoughts. She was barking in perfect Russian (he was thankful he had taken several programs on speaking it before they came), shouting:

"Put down your guns! Put them down! He's with me! You should be ashamed of yourselves, pointing your guns at someone without thinking!" Some of the men blushed, others were suspicious, but all of them put their guns down. A girl walked into the clearing.

Her hair was black with white-blonde streaks - though they looked more like stripes - in it, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, though several strands hung down in her face. Her eyes were crystal blue. Her pale skin had a red tint to it from the blistering cold, her lips obscured by a crimson scarf. She wore a dark blue turtle neck that hugged her figure - though he noticed she didn't have much of one. She was toned, for certain, but her figure was almost boyish - lean, admittedly, but overall flat-chested. Matt mentally slapped himself for thinking such things. This girl just saved his life, he didn't have time to be looking her over. He noticed that there were holsters on her black skinny-jeans, a pistol and a submachine gun on her. She pulled out the pistol and cocked it, holding it by her side before continuing to rant.

"What are you people even doing here? He did nothing wrong! Being here is not a crime!"

"But ma'am, he was in a secure area with out permission -" one man started. She cut him off with a quick, "Permission granted. Now go, all of you!" They ran away, frightened. Matt almost smirked, they reminded him of dogs with their tails between their legs. Once they were gone, the girl pointed her pistol at him with one hand, pulling out the SMG with her other. At the same time, he had a pistol pointed at her.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"Matt. Yours?"

"Thorn," she stated, her voice completely devoid of her Russian accent from before. It was obvious it wasn't her real name, but he didn't really care. They stared at each other for a while, blue versus green, tinted by orange. Suddenly, Thorn dropped her guns, and sat down, chuckling a hollow little laugh. She leaned back, legs outstretched, leaning back. Fortunately for her, there was no snow where she stood, though Matt noticed her shiver when she hit the cold ground. She patted the hard cement beside her, motioning him to come sit beside her. He raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"I don't bite," she said. He finally walked over, sitting beside her, with his gun still drawn. He got out his cell phone, and pressed 1. Mello was on speed dial.

"Matt?" Mello asked, obvious worry infecting his voice.

"Yes, me. I'm fine, on the corner of 60th and 8th, can you come get me? Just take the car, there's no danger for the moment."

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah, I got the chip."

"Good job. I'll be there in 10 with Carrie, hang in there."

"Yup." He flipped the phone shut, and Thorn and Matt sat in silence.

" 'The chip,' huh?" Thorn finally asked.

"It's nothing…" Matt said, not wanting to talk about his job. Thorn laughed again.

"Well, it's obviously not nothing. Is it the Yastreb Chip?" she asked. Matt's eyes widened beneath his goggles, and he nodded imperceptibly.

"How did you know?"

"Because I was assigned to protect it." Matt shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. He gripped his pistol more tightly. Noticing, Thorn patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry. I'm not going to attack you. I've been a double agent, planning on destroying it my first chance. I do hope you're not planning on using it for evil?" she asked. Matt shook his head. "I was planning on destroying it as well."

"Good! Now I won't have to kill you!" she exclaimed, making Matt shift away several inches.

"You can put your gun away, no harm will come to you," she assured him. To show her trust, she unloaded both of her weapons, putting the rounds into a backpack. She then put her guns into the backpack as well.

"Why aren't you putting them back in your holster?" Matt asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Thorn shrugged.

"My family doesn't know I deal in weaponry and the rather illegal, I tell them I work in an office in the area." Matt chuckled. He suddenly wished he had his PSP on him, but he had left it at home. He sighed, leaning back.

"So what exactly do you do for a living?" Thorn asked.

"I used to work with Near, the world's number one investigator, for a little while. Now I just do odd jobs with my friend, Mello," he said. The girl's eyes widened, and she repeated, "Mello?"

"Yeah. Do you know him?" Matt asked, curious. Thorn shook her head, perhaps a little too quickly. "Nope! Just a funny name. Sounds like Shmello, which is fun to say," she said. Matt laughed a little at the idea of calling Mello "Shmello." They chatted for a little while.

"Do you have any family?" Matt asked.

"Yeah. Actually, it's just my adopted sister's family, her husband and all. Her husband, however, works in similar business to me, except he's technically my enemy. So I have to keep secrets. You?"

"Just Mello, who's like a brother," he said. He didn't really know why he left his girlfriend, Carrie, out of the picture, but he did.

"Why do you have goggles?" she asked, poking a finger in his direction. He shrugged. "I just always have. Besides, they make me look cool!" he proclaimed. She started laughing profusely, and though he didn't really know why, he started laughing too. It felt natural, despite the oddness of it.

Two people, living in a world of violence. Neither of them could ever qualify as normal, or live the normal way. Sitting on the ground in the middle of Russia. Laughing like children. It was so strange, but it was so natural. Their laughter finally faded off, and they sat in silence. Not awkward silence, just silence. A lack of anything worth saying.

Matt pulled a cigarette out of the box in his pocket. Carrie hated it when he smoked. She always tried to stop him, but he didn't really care. It was a part of his being.

"You have a spare?" she asked him. He was surprised, but he nodded, pulling out another cigarette, lighting it, and passing it to her, before lighting his own. He took puffs of it, glad for the warmth it provided. He heard the screech of car tires, heralding his friends arrival. He slowly stood up, holding out a hand for Thorn. She grabbed on thankfully, nodding her head in thanks, standing up.

"Blagodaryu Vas za kompaniya i dym," (Thank you for the company and the smoke) she said in Russian.

"Any time," Matt said, smiling a bit despite himself. As Mello's red car came screeching into the clearing, Thorn to walk away. She dropped the cigarette he had given her, crushing it with the toe of her sneakers, before walking away. Her black and white hair swished with every step, her scarf standing out like blood against snow. She slowly faded into the newly falling snow, hardly more than a memory. It was almost like she had never happened. Carrie jumped out of the car as soon as it had stopped, running up to Matt, who was still looking after Thorn's faint silhouette, retreating far away. Back to her family that didn't know she was doing illegal things, back to her brother-in-law that was technically her enemy, away from the blissful yet strange 15 minutes she had spent beside Matt.

"Mattie! I missed you so much!" Carrie shouted. Matt looked back to her, and nodded. "Yeah," he said vaguely. He walked back to the car, slipping into the front seat, next to Mello.

"Say, Mello," he commented.

"Yeah?" Mello asked through a mouthful of chocolate.

"Have you ever met a girl named Thorn?"

AND TA-DA! I'm leaning more and more towards turning this into a whole story. Come on, I just need reviews telling me to! XD Encouragement…. me telling myself lamely: "No! Don't start a new story! Work on it… for the REVIEWERS!" Ahahahahaahahahaha -no. Meh. But it's sort of a cliffhanger, so yeah. If I actually do have a second chapter out when yew read this, and want to keep it as just a oneshot, you can leave it at this. Yay. So yay!

Cynical: That was such a lame A/N….

Me: But...SHUT UP!…

Cynical: *laughs a bit*

Me: RAWR. No.

Cynical: Katarina Wolffe doesn't own Death Note, she's too lame…

Me: I use… AUTHOR POWERS! *whips out a billy club and starts beating Cynical*

Cynical: Is that supposed to hurt..?

Me:

Random Unnamed OC: OK! So, any reviews, to save Katarina Wolffe from the horrors of Cynical making scathing, scathing comment? (How does that save her, you ask? Well, she gets so high on "review-adrenaline" that Cynical's comments go RIGHT over her head…)

Me: HEY!

"RUOC": Well, it's true!

CIAO!

~K. Wolffe ^.-