Final one ya'll, thanks for sticking with me! I got a lot of response for this small story, 18 reviews and over 800 hits, I feel that this went well. As always, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I feel that I may need to do some explaining about this chapter, so if you're confused, let me know! Enjoy, and please review this last chapter!

WARNING: Spoilers for L's real name in this chapter.

Number 3

Accident

Light awoke to a warmth that he didn't often feel. There was always a sort of warmth at his back, because he and L slept back to back, but it had never been like this.

He began by assessing the way he was laying. He was on his back which rarely happened when he was alone in bed, and never during the time that he had been with L.

Odd.

Light froze as he felt a brush of air over his collarbone, and then a shift at his side. He turned his head, and then his eyes widened slightly.

L.

L was curled up at his side, his dark head resting on Light's left shoulder, his nose brushing Light's neck. An arm was thrown over Light's chest, a leg across his knee. L's gentle warm breathing was moving across Light's collarbone, and Light noticed that his arm was around L's shoulder.

Light didn't move, flexing his fingers where they were just in the ends of L's black hair. L hummed softly in the back on his throat, cuddling closer, his lips coming dangerously close to Light's thundering pulse.

His heart was pounding, threatening to jump out of his chest. Light slowly started to slip out from under the detective, carefully moving to stand beside the bed.

Unfortunately the movement woke L, and the detective's eyes opened, dark orbs meeting Light's chestnut ones. "Good morning, Light-kun."

Light swallowed, smiling shakily. "Good morning, Ryuzaki."

Wow. What a morning…

"We have a date with Misa today, do we not?"

L's voice broke Light's thoughts, and the teen looked to him. "Oh… yea, that's right. I'd forgotten."

"Yes… That's why I thought it best to get a good night's sleep."

Light blinked, looking to the detective's face. He hadn't missed the humor in L's voice, or the amusement in his eyes.

Light snorted, shaking his head slightly. "Well, I can't disagree with that."

L smiled, and Light found himself looking at his full, pale-pink lips. He shook himself, listening to L's words. "Come Light-kun, we'll be late."

"Alright, let's go."

Light ran a hand through his bangs, sighing in exasperation as he did. L watched him silently, a small smile on his lips.

"Sometimes I wonder why I keep her around…" Light murmured, looking to L with amusement shining in his chestnut eyes.

L chuckled faintly. "As do I, Light-kun."

The teen laughed, shaking his head a little. "She's just so… perky all the time. I can't stand it. Definitely not my type."

There was silence for a moment, and then L spoke hesitantly. "What is your type, Light-kun?"

Light blinked, and then answered slowly. "Well… I like quiet, I suppose. Smart and confident, but at the same time, shy. Unique; pretty, but not gorgeous." He shrugged. "I guess that's my type."

L blinked; he hadn't expected Light to answer so truthfully, nor so quickly. He noted the absence of gender specification, Light had been careful to avoid that.

The detective looked to Light, a little surprised to see a faint blush on the teen's features. He nibbled on his lower lip, trying to find something to say, but he had no chance.

A blaring horn from the side called both of their attentions, and then L's side of the car caved in as a car slammed into the black vehicle. Light heard Watari let out at cry from the front seat, and then his side of the car crunched in.

His head hit the window, stars exploding in his vision as the glass cracked under the blow.

Everything went black.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Yelling.

Crackle. Crackle. Snap.

Sirens.

Screech!

Light Yagami opened his eyes, groaning faintly. His head ached, and he could feel stabs of pain from his right leg. He sluggishly assessed that it was probably broken. Oh my head… It hurts to… think… I probably have a concussion…

He shifted in the leather seat, looking around him. The dripped turned out to blood dropping rhythmically from the glass beside him; his head had broken the window.

He moved slightly, hissing through his teeth as his leg was jarred. He looked to his left, but the seat beside him was empty, the door swinging open. The car was tilted towards the open door, and Light could see another car just outside, creating a small cove between the two vehicles. He was trapped for the time being.

Huh? L?

Light felt a bit of panic flutter through him. "R-Ryuzaki?"

No response.

Light carefully unhooked his seat belt, sliding and dragging himself across the leather seat and to the open door. "Ryuzaki?.!"

He found a limp heap of bloodied white shirt and jeans, panic exploding. "Ryuzaki!"

Light's hands shook as he touched L's shoulder, shaking him. "L?" he whispered. "Come on, L, wake up."

He was afraid to roll the detective over, but he carefully felt along his back and neck, determining nothing felt broken. Adrenaline now overriding the fatigue and pain from his concussion, he carefully rolled L over, pulling the detective's limp body into his lap.

L looked like he was already dead. His face was a grayish tinge rather than his normal white, dark hair wet and matted with blood. There was a large gash that started just above his temple and went all the way down to the corner of his lips; blood covered half his face. His left leg was broken, the bone protruding from his shin. Blood was staining his clothes from various cuts, scrapes, and gashes, but the thing that worried Light the most was much worse.

There was a large wound in L's side, gushing blood out onto the blacktop. Light pulled his jacket off, wincing in pain as he pressed it to L's side.

L groaned painfully, and then his large eyes fluttered open, focusing slowly on Light. "W-Wha…"

Light carefully smoothed L's dark hair from his eyes, worry on his face. "L…"

The detective clenched his eyes shut as Light pressed on his side, gritting his teeth to hold in a cry. Tears suddenly squeezed out from under his eyelids, rolling down his temples to hit the ground.

Light petted L's hair, his eyes burning slightly. "I'm sorry… just hold on, okay? Help will be here soon."

L turned his face, pressing his nose to Light's bloody shoulder as he shifted his weight slightly. Light winced as L's teeth suddenly closed on his shirt, catching skin. The detective clenched his teeth tighter to muffle a scream as his leg came towards him.

Light blinked. "L, what are you…"

SNAP.

L sobbed around a scream, and Light realized that his right leg had been trapped under a large piece of wreckage from the car beside them, and that his movement had caused it to shift, falling on his leg.

The detective was sobbing frantically at this point, clutching to Light with all of his fading strength. Light held him, yelling for help while clutching L to his body.

L's sobs began to fade, and Light looked down into darkening eyes. The teen felt panic fluttering in his heart. "Hey… L? L, come on, stay awake! L!"

L focused slowly on Light, and then teen was disturbingly reminded of when he'd given L his concussion. His skin was paper white; his lips blended with his skin. He was losing too much blood.

Light shook the detective. "Stay awake! Don't close your eyes, L!"

"Light-kun… I'm… I'm so tired…" L whispered. He shivered, his grip loosening in Light's shirt. "Cold…"

"Don't you dare!" Light growled, his arms tightening around L's shoulders. "Don't you dare give up now! You have to stay! We need you! I need you!"

L blinked slowly, looking at him. "Need… me?"

Barely realizing what he was doing, Light's hand stroking over L's bloody hair, his head shaking slightly as his face grew pained. "Not just need… I want you with me… You can't go… L…"

L smiled at that name. "Lawliet."

Light blinked, confused. "W-What?"

"My… name. Lawliet…"

"Why are you telling me this?" Light demanded. "Don't you say goodbye! This isn't goodbye!"

A small smile came onto L's face. "Light-kun is… crying…. Crying for me? I don't… understand…" His face began to go lax, his eyes shutting. "Why… for…… me…"

Light blinked. "L?"

Nothing.

"L-Lawliet?"

Tears he hadn't known he was shedding fell faster, dripping onto L's pale face. "No… Don't do this to me… You can't…"

He shook L, growing more frantic. "L! L, wake up! Lawliet! Lawliet!" He grabbed at L's shirt, his control thinning. "You can't leave me! It's not allowed! I won't let you go! I… I love you!"

Light stopped shaking the limp body in his grasp in shock at the sincerity and suddenness of his statement. I… I love him… I love him!

He didn't have time to do anything more, people suddenly exploded through the wreckage, Watari followed by paramedics. The old man had a wound on his forehead, but otherwise looked unharmed.

As he saw L lying as if dead in Light's arms he gasped in fear, and the paramedics rushed forward.

Light cried out as L was taken from him, but in his panic he forgot his wounds. The resulting pain from his attempt to stand whited out his vision, and then reality fled.

Consiousness was slow and painful to return, but Light slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was his father.

"D-Dad?"

"Hey son. How are you feeling?"

Light shifted, and then nodded. "Okay. What happened?"

"The rear end of the car was hit by a driver who ran a red light. This caused you to go sideways, rolling once and hitting another car. No one was killed, but several are in the hospital." Soichiro replied.

"And La-Ryuzaki?" Light quickly corrected himself.

The elder ran a hand over his hair. "He got the worst of it. Left leg broken, right fractured, 3 broken ribs, wound in his side and that gash on his face. He'd lost nearly all the blood in his body, and was nearly gone when we got to you, but somehow he held on." The man smiled. "He needs time, but he's going to be okay."

Light felt all the tension drain out of his body, his heart settling back in his chest. He breathed for a moment, and then looked to his father again. "Where is he?"

Soichiro pointed to the other side of the room, and Light was happy to see L laying in the other bed in the room. He looked terribly pale and small surrounded by all the machines, but he was breathing easy and the heart monitor was normal.

The teen relaxed, sinking into the bed.

Thank God… Thank god he's okay…

"Come on L, one more and then you can rest. Just one more!"

L gritted his teeth, forcing his weakened legs to move once more. The step, made on shaking limbs weak from 10 weeks of bed rest, was too much and his knees buckled, sending the detective to the floor.

He didn't hit the floor like he'd expected, he was cradled in a pair of powerful, warm arms. He blinked, and then looked up into chestnut eyes, shock filtering through him.

L was pressed against Light's chest, the teen's muscled arms wrapped around his thin shoulders. Their faces were less than an inch apart, their breaths mixing.

The detective swallowed thickly, a faint blush warming his cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing escaped his lips.

Light stared into L's dark eyes, his own eyes soft. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers over the fading scar on L's face, the tips of his fingers just touching his dark hair. L breathed in slowly, his eyelids fluttering.

"Lawliet…" Light breathed, his voice full of something that made L shiver.

L whimpered faintly at the sound of Light's voice. His hands, resting on Light's shoulders, clenching in the teen's clothes. "L-Light-kun…"

Light's face drifted forward, L's face growing warm as their lips grew closer and closer.

"Lawliet…"

Their lips met.

L felt his heart stop for a moment, and then it began again, pounding in his chest. His knees collapsed, Light's arms his only way of support as he clutched to Light's shoulders. Light's lips were soft and gentle on his own, caressing across his mouth.

They parted slowly, L's breathing shaky and low. His dark eyes were wide as he looked up at Light, his lips moist and parted slightly.

"Light-kun… That was my first kiss…"

The teen smiled slightly, his fingers ghosting over L's faintly scarred cheekbone. "I couldn't help it. You're just so beautiful."

L's eyes widened. "W-What? Light-kun, I'm not attractive at all."

Light's eyes narrowed. "Don't be delusional. I thought you were a genius L. You are gorgeous."

"But I…"

"Yes you're skinny, pale, and strange, but you're also smart, confident, and shy." Light grinned. "Remember, that's my type."

L blinked. "But… you said that they weren't supposed to be beautiful. Not gorgeous."

Light's smile widened. "You're not gorgeous, Lawliet. But to me, in my eyes, you are."

A blush darted across L's face, and he looked down, his eyes dark. "Light-kun…"

"I love you, Lawliet." Light murmured. "I knew, when you were in my arms, so close to death. I love you, strange quirks and all."

Another kiss, and L paused. "Light-kun, you know… that you are still a suspect as Kira. This isn't a good idea."

Light nodded. "I know. I know it might not work out. But I'm going to prove to you that I'm not Kira." He kissed the detective again, lingering a gentle. "But I, like you, am only human, and I will hold onto you as long as I can."

L blinked, and then smiled. "Only human… Very well. I will do the same."

Two weeks later, L Lawliet was dead, killed by the will of Kira.

Watch for the sequel, "May Angels Lead You In."