*A/N*

The end.

This is it. Not sure how I'm going to cope. So, goodbye from me, L, Light, Masahiro, Microsoft and Apple, Watari and Yoshie *people wave manically*

Somehow this song seems fitting...

Song Of The Chapter: Chameleon Circuit – Exterminate Regenerate.

Once again, dedicated to Lucinda and Grace.

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*Years into the future*

Roger yawned, stretching above him and cracking his knuckles in an effort to make the report he was writing feel more comfortable. He glanced around the room, taking in the clean white furniture. The dark panelling that Watari had in the room had been cleared out years previously, leaving a stark office that Roger now occupied.

He looked out of the window, children were laughing loudly as they played boisterously in the yard. Roger sighed and he watched the children, who seemed to be oblivious to the fruitlessness of their occupation in Whammy's House.

Ever since the revelation of L's Gallifreyan life, which virtually made him immortal, Roger had wondered why their small institution for gifted children was still open. Surely with no goal to achieve anymore, they should send the children packing back to their mediocre life's with their families, and not turn them into these machines.

Roger sighed. He knew the problem wasn't with the House itself, but that he hated children. All children, large and small just annoyed him. Especially those wise-asses Mello and Near, thank god they had gone ages ago.

He looked down at the page, detailed formulae's spreading out like a spider's web. He was bored, but needed.

All he wanted to do was to leave this place, and live in a small cottage in the country collecting insects. But this seemed impossible. After Watari died, he was left in sole custody of the 20 children of the house, and a mountain of paperwork that grew every day. How Watari managed this, whilst being L's personal assistant he'd never know.

The phone rang a harsh tone that made him jump. He looked down at the pale silver phone, not recognizing the caller ID.

He picked it up gingerly, hearing silence as he placed it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked clearly, pausing as he heard somebody's movement down the phone.

"Sir?" Roger relaxed; it was just one of the many receptionists he had put around the building. Odd how the phone hadn't picked up the number though. Roger put this thought to the back of his mind as he focused on the woman's voice.

"Sir... Um Light Yagami rung up. He's been diagnosed with liver failure and only has a few months to live... He..." the woman paused. Roger could hear her shuffling through some notes. Roger closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He knew that Light would contact him one day, but not this soon. He would only be 54 now. 54 and dying, so young.

"He told me to tell you that it's time" the woman sounded confused, and fell silent waiting for his response.

He almost felt like telling her to ignore him, Light Yagami was a mad-man. But... It was Watari's last wish. He had left him a small notebook, filling him with clear instructions. There was no way Roger could ignore that fact.

Roger groaned quietly, hating the feeling of responsible and loyalty that lay for Watari, and he rubbed his forehead.

"Ok... Give Yagami flight plans and directions to here from Japan, book them for him under his conditions and on the specific day go and send somebody to pick him up and drive him to meet me at the headquarters"

The woman gasped slightly at his orders but complied. Roger slammed the phone down and slumped in his chair. Light Yagami, finally meeting L. The whole instruction confused him greatly, but he sat forward, his mind running over the task in hand, trying to forget the idea of Light coming to see him.

*A Few Weeks Later*

Roger had been on his fair share of strange car-rides. He had sat next to high ranking police chiefs, serial murderers, presidents, astronauts and the world's most elusive detective. But this journey with a dying Light Yagami slumped in the seat next to him, was easily the most stressful.

Light looked over at Roger, that frail man dressed in a suit too dapper for his twitchy frame, and his face lined with age and weariness. He had ignored Light since the quick conversation at the beginning of the car-ride. Light winced, feeling a sharp pain flicker through his body, a constant reminder of the ticking time-bomb that lay in his body.

He studied himself in the window of the car, the dark night reflecting his haggard face. If his Lawliet was alive, he would have commented on how Light had degraded. His face had got thinner, emphasizing the huge agony-stricken eyes that lay without the old glow of love they used to encompass. His face had fine lines etched around his mouth, all pointing downwards, showing the sadness that had masked over the once-handsome man's face since his fiancé's death. His skin had turned a light yellow colour, only this being the indicator to the terminal disease in his body.

It was a face on desperation, self-loathing and mistreatment. Light had never fully recovered from L's death and his son's – No never his son – adoption by Watari, but today. Today maybe he could die in peace.

He looked at the large building that had pulled up to, it seemed to be made entirely out of glass, yet nothing was revealed from inside. Roger glanced out of the window.

"We're here" he sighed, and climbed out, gesturing to Light.

Light jumped out, wincing as the movement shot pain through him again. They walked quickly up to the building, L's eagerness driving him through the pain, whilst Roger's desperation to get this over with making him speed up.

Roger flashed a pass at the guard, who looked at Light questionably, a gun hanging from his side. Roger looked at the guard, and handed him a small piece of folded card. The man opened it, and raised his eyebrows. Light peeked at it. On the card was his name, written in a flowery script, remiscient of the Old English font L used to use.

The guard ushered them through after this, and patted Light's shoulder quickly as he left them by an elevator.

"Penthouse Sirs... And goodbye Yagami. It's been a pleasure to finally meet you" the guard said, and in a quick movement his walked back to his station.

They entered the lift, and Roger jabbed the highest button. It flashed green, indicating the 'PntHs' symbol and with a barely-noticeable movement the lift slid smoothly up through the building.

They stood in companionable silence, Light bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

"Yagami?" Roger's voice was a whisper.

Light looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

"Don't expect too much. He won't know who you are, I hope you realize that" Roger's answer was blunt but quiet.

Light nodded quickly, turning back to the lift door. It stopped suddenly, a crackly voice ringing through the intercom that was situated in the top right of the metal box.

"Who's there?"

Roger cleared his voice, and seemed to stand on his toes trying to get closer to the intercom.

"Roger Ruvie. Agent 302-122-54. Accompanied by Light Yagami. Protocol New World" Roger addressed the box clearly.

The voice didn't respond, but the door opened slowly. The room it led onto was a rich dark red colour, with black furniture dotted around the room. Half a dozen people were seated around the room; they glanced at the company as they walked in. Roger glared at the people, who looked down back to the laptop's that sat on their laps.

At the head of the room, a long chaise longue took up the remaining space. And sitting on the seat, or perhaps the more accurate word was reclining, L was stretched out.

Masahiro certainly was L, without a doubt.

The similarity bordered on clone-like. They had the exact same face, hair and most likely body. But instead of the old uniform of a white jumper and blue jeans, this new L was wearing a dark navy jumper and black jeans, paired with stripy black and purple socks. He was chewing absent-mindedly on a melon as they walked in.

Roger leaned in, whispering in Light's ears.

"He's virtually the same as Lawliet was, but prefers fruit over sweets. We don't know what happened with this development, but we don't worry too much. His mind is identical".

Light barely heard him, he was too intent in taking over the sprawled man. It hurt him, physically, how identical he looked to L. It was like L had materialized in the room again, his L though.

Light realized how dangerous it would have been if he kept the child at the time, there would be no doubt he would have fallen in love.

The new L looked up at the approach on the men, his dark eyes flicking between them.

"Who are you?" even his voice was identical, the same degree of coldness and suspicion.

Roger walked forward and bowed slightly, causing L's eyes to widen even more.

"I'm Xavier Highcloud" he announced, his lie slipping through his smiling mouth perfectly.

"And this is Light Yagami".

L sat up slightly, nodding at them both.

"Light... Xavier... welcome. I am L".

Thought I'd be mean and cut it off there.
I can't believe it's the end! It's so scary. Anyway guys, I suppose I would like to say a huge thank you. Playing with these characters have been fun, and you have been fabulous.

*Disclaimer*

I don't own Doctor Who or any of its affiliates, especially the idea of regeneration and Gallifrey. That goes to the original writers/creators.

I only own the plotline. None of the characters (Apart from Masahiro) come from my creation.

All credit is given to the Death Note creators.