Author's Note: Sorry about the delay everyone. I'm about two chapters ahead of this one and I simply hit a block. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want anyone to worry. But an epiphany hit me the other day in the shower (odd…how my best ideas hit me in the shower…or when I'm sleeping) and that block is gone baby, gone! I'm so excited about my sudden plans for this fan fiction and all of the plotting and crazy schemes I suddenly have for my villains and heroes that I'm certain I'll be writing a hell of a lot today instead of looking for a job like I probably should be. Hahahahaha! I'm really pumped! Anyway, I've already gotten another chapter done, so you guys can read this one! Yay!

And on another note, Momo Con is coming up in the Atlanta area. I don't know if any of you are going, but as last year, I'll be dressing up as L (again.) Only this year I happen to have myself a Raito-kun! I'm very very excited about it this year, especially seeing as I have a surprise for my Raito-kun. I can't say much seeing as she might check-up on my new chapters, but I just wanted to brag to someone I guess. *Cackles wildly*

Anyway, enjoy!

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Sheryl was dreaming. At least, she had thought it was a dream. But it seemed so strange so…real somehow. As if…these were more like memories than dreams. She found herself chained. A handcuff clasped tightly around her left wrist. And when she looked up and followed the chain…there was Lawliet at the other end of it. He looked different than the way she was used to seeing him. He was much paler; frightfully so, as if he were ill. His skin was sickly, as if he hadn't been outside in the sunlight for several long years. His eyes were dark. Deep, gruesome rings embedded his skin, causing weary wrinkles beneath his dark orbs. Clearly, he hadn't slept properly for however long he'd been trapped inside. And his usual hunch was much more prominent than it should have been. He seemed exhausted, as if he'd been pushed to the edge of his limit, yet at the same time…he radiated an air of power. He seemed dangerous. As if he were a half-starved wolf. His eyes certainly were sharp enough to belong to a starved wolf. His deep orbs burrowed into her, accusingly, savagely, as if he'd take a chunk of her flesh in his teeth if she did not answer him properly.

"Yoku, Raiot-kun." Sheryl blinked. What was that language he was speaking? And why were they handcuffed together?

It's Japanese. She thought quite clearly. And I understand it. It was true. She understood what Lawliet had just said clearly. He was waiting for her to answer. Only…he'd called her Raito-kun…which was Light's name in Japanese. Light? She glanced at herself and let out a small gasp. She was not herself in this dream. Rather…she was in Light Yagami's body. Or perhaps…was this a memory of his? Had he met Lawliet in Japan, his home country? Sheryl had not known that before, but now, suddenly she was certain.

Yes. He met Lawliet in Japan. And he met him at a strange time. They're handcuffed together because…Light is…a suspect. A suspect in a case of some sort…It was very strange indeed. Sheryl had no idea how she knew these things. She had no idea why she would think of such things. Light Yagami…a suspect in a crime? But he was so perfect. Perfect in every way. No…surely…there was no way he could be a suspect.

Not a suspect, a prime suspect, her inner voice corrected her. A prime suspect? For what?

For the Kira case of course. Sheryl let out another gasp. The Kira case? That was absurd. That meant that Light Yagami had been Kira. Or at least one of the many people suspected of being so. And Lawliet…how was he involved? What did that make him?

He's clearly the lead investigator, a detective. He is in fact the detective. L.

Sheryl felt her heart start to race. What was this? Why did she know these things, have these memories? It was crazy. Light as Kira? Lawliet as L? Surely this was just a dream. Just a dream…

"Raito-kun." The voice came coldly. It was a demand. She looked back up to meet Lawliet's eyes…no…L's eyes. Sheryl had never seen Lawliet like this. This man before her…was cold, harsh, and not much of a human being at all. He seemed more like a walking dead man, or even a machine. No…as much as Sheryl hated Lawliet, even she had to admit that this was not him. This man…

"Raito-kun! Koutou!" L lashed out, snaring a hold of Light's wrists. His grip was like ice, his thing, bony, fingers a vice. His dark eyes were harsh and unforgiving. Sheryl felt fear looking at this man, when before…when she gazed at Lawliet…she had felt as if he were a soft man, a gentle man, someone who she could take advantage of because he possessed what was hers. But this man…L…she'd never dream of ever crossing him.

She felt her throat close up tight. She couldn't answer. She was afraid. Why was she having such a terrible dream?

Help! she thought frantically. Someone help me! Anyone! Light! Light! Come save me!

"Sheryl! Hey! Sheryl! Wake up!" Suddenly, she was jostled awake. Immediately a stab of pain pierced her skull.

"Ugh!" She let out a weak, crumpled cry. Instantly the person shaking her stopped.

"Oh God! Are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you! You just weren't waking up, so…" The pain was throbbing in her skull. It felt like a migraine. She'd suffered plenty enough before to know what one was, and how bad it could really be. But this was not a migraine. She knew perfectly well why she was in pain. And when she slowly and carefully opened her eyes, her suspicions were confirmed.

She found herself staring at a ceiling; a plain white ceiling with a florescent light just above her. Yes…she was in the hospital. And Light had put her here.

Sheryl let out another small groan as she remembered it all. His face; he'd been so very angry. No…more than angry, he'd been completely mad with rage and grief. Sheryl knew she'd made a mistake. She had underestimated him. She never would have dreamed that her dream prince, her Light Yagami would become so violent, so barbaric for his precious Lawliet. But then again…at the time, she hadn't known that he was capable of such things. Now she did. She knew better now. Now she understood…Light had been Kira.

Wait, that's absurd! she thought. It was some stupid dream. A crazy stupid dream! Light wasn't Kira, and Lawliet certainly couldn't have been L. Both of them are way too nice, way to caring and…and…normal! Well, Lawliet is a little weird…but there's no way he could've been L. Right? And Light would never kill thousands of people…

But of course, she wasn't so sure about this thought anymore. The look that had been on his face…his eyes…they'd been filled with tears, yes…but the fire behind them had been terrifying. Sheryl hadn't even been able to move, breathe, or even cry for help when pierced with that deadly gaze. Light, Sheryl was sure, would have killed her if he hadn't been stopped. Feeling despaired and full of gloom, she closed her eyes to block out that florescent light once more. This seemed to cause the person who'd woken her to become concerned once again.

"Sherly? Um…uh…the doctor said you'd be ok. Uh…you have a concussion…but they fixed it and um…well…you're face took the worst of it, but they said plastic surgery can fix it." The girl's voice sounded familiar. She also sounded nervous and out of place. Out of pure curiosity, Sheryl cracked open her eyes and dared to turn her head. The throbbing ache returned from the slight movement…but it wasn't as bad as before. Sheryl felt a jolt of surprise when she saw one of the AE's from the office.

"Tracy?" She wrinkled her large blue eyes with confusion. The two had never been particularly close. For Tracy to have stayed in the hospital for so long, wait through Sheryl's surgery, and then wait at her bedside…

"Yeah…hi!" The girl waved timidly. She seemed embarrassed about having done as much as she did.

"Uh…I heard…you didn't have any living relatives. I just thought…um…that it'd really be horrible to have no one be with you in the hospital. That and um…I always looked up to you in the office. You're one of the best AE's we have, ya known?" The young girl blushed. Sheryl blinked. That was right, Tracy was an intern. She was only nineteen or so.

Sheryl found a small curl come to her lips, despite their split condition. There was a brief stab of pain as she felt her bottom lip open back up. Still…Tracy's gesture was cute.

"Thanks Tracy." Sheryl's simple 'thanks' seemed to have made the poor girls day. She positively glowed.

"Oh! No problem! I'm really glad to have helped!" After her gush, the room fell quiet for a short time. But Tracy seemed as if she were itching to ask something. She fidgeted and wrung her hands together.

"So…uh…what are you going to do?" Sheryl blinked.

"Huh?"

"W…well…Light…hurt you so bad. I mean…you're face is all bandaged up. Haven't you noticed?" Sheryl in fact hadn't. She'd so much going on inside her mind: that strange dream, and her odd new knowledge which she denied to even be knowledge, had distracted her. That and the fact that she was on massive painkillers which had numbed most of her feeling. But now that Tracy had pointed such an obvious thing out, it was evident.

Sheryl lifted her hands to her face. Indeed, there were white bandages covering everything. They were thick, and wrapped on tightly. Slowly, her eyes started to widen.

"My…my face!"

"Yeah…but like I said earlier…they said a plastic surgeon can fix most of it." A surgeon? Had it been that bad? Of course it was you idiot! Sheryl frowned. Yes. It had been. The vision of Light's fist coming down over and over.

Sheryl shook her head to try and clear the horrible memory, and in the process caused her pain to spike once again. She let out another cry.

"Sheryl!" She turned away from Tracy and squeezed her eyes shut. The pain was great. And not just the physical pain. Light had hurt her. And that was painful enough in itself without knowing that her face was ruined. Plastic surgery or not…Sheryl was not a fool. Her face would never be exactly the same again. Her beauty had been ruined. And like Light…she was very vain. She started to cry.

"O…oh! Oh, don't cry! We…we can fix it! They said a plastic surgeon can fix it, a…and we…you…you should defiantly send Light to jail! He's a horrible man! He…he's a monster!"

"No!" Sheryl had cried it out so loud and so suddenly that poor Tracy jumped back in alarm. Sherly almost immediately stopped crying after her shout, and she turned abruptly to face Tracy. She sat up, which was probably a huge 'no-no' considering her concussion, but she managed it as if she were a gladiator. Her fiery blue eyes focused on Tracy as her bandaged face set itself into a serious glare.

"I love Light," she said suddenly. Tracy stared, her brown eyes growing large with confusion, disbelief and concern.

"Light? Light Yagami? The man who did this to you?"

"Yes. I love him. He was just upset because of what happened to his lover. It wasn't really his fault. He…he's so passionate. It's one of the many reasons he's so wonderful. I could never…ever put him in a place where I'd never see him again. If I let him go…he'll owe me a huge favor. Imagine what I could do with such a favor."

Tracy's doe eyes grew to the size of saucers. Clearly, the things Sheryl was saying, were not normal. More than that, even with the excuse of drugs, she sounded crazed. The pain killers weren't enough for this type of attitude toward a man who'd tried to kill her.

"Oh…ok," Tracy said carefully. She smiled politely, nervously, a drastically different smile from the gushing one she'd had on only a few moments before. "Well…uh…I guess you're awake and ok now. So…uh…I guess you don't really need me anymore a…and I have lots of things to do since I've been here so long! Ok? Ok? All right then, bye-bye!" Tracy hightailed it to the door of the hospital room and within a heartbeat she was gone.

Sheryl lay in her bed, a satisfied smirk on her face. Yes. This was all fine. It was all according to plan. It was ok that she'd gotten hurt. It simply put her in a better position to bargain. Light couldn't avoid her now. Not now that he'd hurt her so badly. Not now that she'd be letting him go free. No. He would owe her. Big time. They'd be forced together for at least one get together, possibly two. And once they were together, she'd tell him how much she loved him once more. Surely he'd understand this time. Surely this time he'd accept her.

But before that…she had to have the plastic surgery. And she'd have to recover. She'd have to be presentable. There was no need to rush. Besides…she had a little bit of research to do once she was out. Sheryl defiantly wanted to know if these dreams she was having, if these…thoughts…were true. If they were, there was no way to track it down on the internet or with a paper trail. No…she'd have to figure it out some other way. The best way would be to test a theory or two.

Sheryl's smirk grew even larger, until it took over her face like a disease. Even her massive amounts of bandages couldn't hold such a monstrous grin in place. This might actually be a little fun.