Okay, so this is my first EVER time writing a story let alone fanfiction, so bear in mind it's probably going to be crap.

This story is dedicated to Chammie, because she is awesome and got me into Death Note in the first place.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters from it. Except Chammie :)

CHAPTER 1

"I wish I could be part of Death Note. Imagine meeting L!"

"I know, that would be ace! Not only L, but Near, Mello, and Matt too! And of course Light! He is just beyond amazing! I know you're an L fan and hate Light but I love them both!"

"You love everyone in Death Note Emelia." Her voice full of sarcasm.

The girl called Emelia laughed. "Well I can't help that! What else is a Death Note Fan girl supposed to do? Ohh, here's another question Chammie. If you were part of Death Note and were at Wammy's, what would you fake name be?" Smiling as her friend thought about it.

"Um... I don't know." Came the honest reply.

"Maybe they'd just call you 'C' like L!" suggested the hyperactive teen.

"Maybe. See you tomorrow Emelia." Chammie said as she waved goodbye to her friend.

"You too Chammie!" came the reply as they went their separate ways after school.

As Chammie walked home, her mind not full of things she'd learnt but full of conversations about Death Note. She'd gotten Emelia into it knowing she'd love it, and she was right, as usual. They always talk about it in lessons. Neither of them pays much attention in class. They would always have animated discussions about the characters and what it'd be like to be one of them. Earlier that day, when they were meant to be revising for their Religious Education Exam, Emelia had asked her what rank she thought she'd be at Wammy's. Chammie hadn't been able to answer. Emelia has thought she'd be at the top with Near, surely. On the walk home Chammie thought to herself, seriously where would I come? probably 1,000th (and that was Chammie being positive). You see, Chammie never really thought she was smart. Sure, she always came first at school without really trying, but she never believed she had any talent. Chammie always believed she was just an average girl who will always be mediocre. But she was far from it. That night, as she tried to sleep, her thought strayed to that conversation with Emelia as they walked out of school together. I wish I could be part of Death Note. She sighed to herself knowing that was impossible, she turned over and though she knew it would never happen she fell asleep that night wishing it would.

The next morning Chammie, ready for the same repetitive day as always, reluctantly became conscious once again. She lay there a moment just wanting to fall into sleep once more, is it me or was she abnormally comfy? She seemed to still be dreaming because as well as that, a voice she'd never heard said, "I don't know, I went to get some of that cheesecake you bought and when I returned, she was just sleeping there. I decided against waking her. Oh, I think she's waking up." Chammie thought it was really time to wake up or she'd be late for school. She started to sit up rubbing her eyes. Chocolate brown eyes opened to see charcoal ones. Still dreaming she told herself and closed her eyes. When she re-opened them she once again met those charcoal eyes she'd imagined so many times. She kept shutting her eyes then opening them again. She sat up properly and opened her eyes once more. He was still there.

"Hello" the figment of her imagination said. "My name is Ryuzaki"

Chammie just sat there trying to comprehend the scene before her, 'Ryuzaki' as he called himself sat on the end of the bed with an old man behind him. There were a few things wrong about this she thought. First she, noticed that the bed she had just woken from was not, in fact, her bed. "What the..." she said to herself and then she actually focused on the two men in front of her. "...Oh...my...god..." she whispered when she looked into the faces of L and Watari.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." She muttered to herself. Getting out of the luxurious bed that didn't belong to her. Then she looked at herself in the wall mirror next to the bed and realised she was still in her pyjamas (meaning a tatty t-shirt and shorts). "oh." She said then turned around to face them. She walked straight over to the man who she had awoken to, his hair is just how I imagined, and he's wearing baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, typical, she said silently to herself. Chammie walked right over to him, kneeled in front of him, looked straight into his charcoal eyes, and breathed, "L..."

L's eyes widened when she'd said that simple letter. L. "H-How did you know? He stuttered in response. Not tearing his eyes from the girl before him. "Watari" she said in an almost inaudible whisper. Watari, who had been silent the whole time looked up, evidently he'd been in deep thought about how this girl had know L. He would have never imagined she knew him. He stared at her, dumbfounded. "Quillish Wammy... you're real." Chammie stated. The shock was evident in both their faces at the revelation of Watari's real name. It was silent for a minute maybe more. L had been able to gain some composure during this time he asked "Who are you?" Chammie turned to look at him again.

"L, Lawliet... my name is Chammie".

Chammie was sat on bed once again while L and Watari decided what to do with her. She could distinguish some words and phrases along the lines of "she knows you name", "how much does she know?", "does she have any family?" and "where is she from?". They emerged about an hour later. Watari left saying he needed to talk to someone, and then L turned to Chammie.

"Do you have any family here in Winchester?" he asked softly. "Winchester?! No way! Wait, does that mean..." Chammie ran to the nearest window. There were children playing outside. She turned back to L. "Am I at Wammy's?"

At first L looked taken aback then smiled. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you know about Wammy's House considering that you know our real names. We were planning on letting you stay here unless you already have somewhere to stay. And that doesn't answer my question Chammie. " L looked up at her and noticed that she was staring out of the window again. "Chammie?"

L walked over to her. And met those chocolate eyes of hers. There was something in her expression that he couldn't bear to see – it was sadness. Chammie replied quietly "Do I have any family in Winchester? No. I do have a family. Wait, do I have a family?" she looked at him with horrified eyes. "How did I get here Lawliet? What happened to me? Am I still dreaming? Did I die? Or did I just disappear? I would have given everything to be here, with you, did I?" She seemed completely broken – he wanted to fix her. He placed his hand on the side of her face, almost a caress.

"Chammie, I don't understand, please tell me what's wrong?"

"Lawliet, can you please do something for me?"

"Anything"

"Find out what happened to me"

Dang, it felt so strange writing that. I know your probably thinking, 'Um...What the hell?' but I think that was actually okay-ish.

Feel free to criticize and insult, it's what I live for :)

And if you did actually think it was half decent you could tell me that too.