By request of Lisa95, I'm going to throw together a little Lenny one shot, only because there isn't enough fan fiction about him and updating 'Under Duress' takes a lot more effort :P

This is slightly angst-ridden, though I hope you enjoy...

The room was definitely much longer than it had been before, and the sofa was much more comfortable. Lenny took a bite of his Snickers bar and chewed slowly, mulling over the changes that had taken place over a few short weeks, not only to the ED, but the dozens of people inside.

He could still taste the smoke; feel the intense heat of flames raging only metres from him, struggling to breathe as he dragged Frank back up to the ED. Not only that, but the deafening impact of pure energy as they were both thrown backwards. It was as if all Hell had broken loose and the flames were demonic hands trying to clutch and claim and crush the air from his lungs, his body, his blood...

Well, something like that. Perhaps that particular description was little artsy fartsy for his taste.

But one thing he couldn't deny was the consuming epiphany that they may die. At that moment. And, and it would be his entire fault. Not Frank's, but his. He did not want that on his conscience. Not now, and definitely not on his deathbed.

But it had happened and there was no turning back. The fire had been the result of several mistakes, misjudgements and a miscommunication or two. He supposed he himself had only been one factor. One factor too much, he thought. But after that thought, he found the guilt that had been churning around in his belly ever since that fateful moment begin to subside to a more tolerable level, an acceptance of sorts. He had just been ignoring it all this time.

It had been a blessed miracle that no one had died. There had been shock and awe aplenty at the recount of Ruth, Jay and young Lily's death-defying escape. Even when death had almost been guaranteed, Dylan and Zoe still emerged from the debris, figures silhouetted against the clinging smog like a vision. Well, according to the nurses and other bystanders. By then Lenny had been hunched over a cardboard dish in the overflowing ED of St. James', thinking less about inspiring heroics and more about how to prevent his stomach from expelling more foul greeny-grey goo. Not a pretty sight, if he did say so himself.

He tried to redirect his mind form that off-putting memory, but ended up arriving at a more painful one. Mads' wedding photographs, his last token of her, had been destroyed in the fire.

Coupled with recollection of the inferno, he no longer felt hungry.

He dropped the barely touched bar in the trash.

Suddenly cubicles seemed a lot more appealing.

Wow... I spent a lot longer on this than planned, around forty minutes. Oops. My French homework still beckons :( Ah well, it was fun. Hope you liked it duckie!

And anyone else who took the time to read this... Perhaps you will convey your appreciation with a review ... please? Yes, shameless grovelling.

It might be a little longer till my next update beacuse classes are starting up again after exams. Joy.

Till next time guys

Anxious Owl (^,^)