Je Ne Regrette Rien

AN: T^T my hands hurt...... 6,500+ words.... and I had thought Matt's chapter would be smaller....

Suggested Listening: Carry on Dancing (savage garden cover) by ; Day Late by Anberlin

Chapter 2: Presage

~Matt~

“Do you have everything?” Mello questioned me and I looked up. What, trying to push me out the door already?

“Yeah, but I don't see why I can't just stay here with you until you're done.” I grumbled unhappily as I shoved one last pack of cigarettes into my already stuffed jacket. He sighed and walked around the edge of the bed and pulled me into a hug. He knew I hated to fly, and now I was going without him.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him, I just didn't want to leave him at the moment. I mean, we'd hardly had a month to ourselves after the last fiasco and now we're heading right back into it. And naturally Mello decides to take one last case before we leave. Or rather before I left.

Actually, what was he going to tell them about me now that I wasn't there anymore? I was acting as his partner. Oh well. Serves him right.

“I'll miss you too. You and your unhealthy habit.” I snorted and began to fiddle with an unlit cigarette. “You know L has far better resources and could use the help. I won't be more than a few days.” He told me. Yeah a few days without him and being stuck with L and Near.

Not that I really minded them... I would just prefer some conversation.

He was staring at me so I grinned and kissed him. I was surprised at how he let me have my way, but decided not to question it. It left us both gasping, and I wasn't sure about him, but it was hardly enough. “You know we can't do anything now. You have to leave in a few minutes.” I shrugged a shoulder and bit his lip.

I maneuvered us backwards and was more than happy when he didn't fight. Pushing Mello onto the bed I crawled atop him and smirked when he wrapped his arms around me. I began to slowly kiss my way down his jaw, completely intending to at least leave some marks.

He pulled my lips to his and I grinned. Let’s see how far he lets me go...

My fingers had just gotten his belt undone, his fingers threaded in my hair, when his phone rang. He groaned and pulled away to answer it. I think we both knew who it was. Why couldn't I have had a flight tomorrow? Or a few days from now?

I couldn't hear what Jasper was saying, but from the face Mello was making he wasn't happy. Which seemed to be his default setting now...

Well only because we were moving back to England, otherwise I had a feeling he wouldn't be acting like this. He was Mello's friend despite the fact they would never admit it. At least not out loud.

L and Near where at Whammys, the one place we had ruled because there was no evidence to support it.

“Sure. In a minute...” Mello ended the call with a barely audible sigh.

“Come on Matt, get off. Jasper's here.” I'd like to get off... Naturally I must have let something slip with my expression because Mello rolled his eyes at me. “You can jerk off later, just get off of me now.” I laughed but complied anyway. I pulled him to his feet and let go of him to grab my carryon. That left Mello with my suitcase. My nice and heavy suitcase. Pwnt.

“I'm ready..” I didn't bother waiting for Mello's reply, if there was one and walked out of the apartment for the last time. I had never really liked that place anyway...

Jasper was waiting curbside almost like he was delivering a pizza to us. Hm... pizza actually sounded good. I shook my head. I should have slept more last night if my thoughts were drifting this badly.

I carefully placed my carryon behind the passenger seat and watched as Mello struggled over to us. Heh.

He managed to toss the suitcase into the backseat and slam the door; though I did see Jasper give him a rather unpleased glare to that. Really, one would think Mello had killed his cat or something...

Well, lets get this show on the road. The quicker I leave the quicker the both of us will be at Whammys.

“See you Mello...” I had only just turned away before he grabbed me. “You're not leaving without properly saying goodbye.” I raised an eyebrow at him, which he ignored in favor of kissing me. I had been expecting something fierce, like a taunting 'this is what you could have had if you weren’t going to a crowded airport full of irritating people' type of kiss.

But I was pleasantly surprised with how gentle he was being. I had always wanted him to relax a bit more...

“Love you.” he whispered against my lips as we pulled away. I smiled. I would never get tired of him saying that. Not after how long it took me to get him to say it.

“Love you too. I'm not sure what caused this, but I like you being all affectionate.” I squeezed him once, tightly, before Jasper got too irritated and honked the horn. I rolled my eyes at the few people that shouted at him.

Really, they can ignore gunshots but car horns piss them off? Their priorities were a little messed up.

“Hurry up, you are going to miss your damn flight otherwise.” Mello laughed and gave me another quick kiss. I looked at him questioningly. Not that I didn't mind all the attention, but he was making this feel too much like a goodbye. A final one.

He shooed me off into the car but called out before Jasper could pull away. “Call me when you land and when you get there, ok?” I nodded and Jasper drove off after muttering a few things I didn't quite catch.

I almost asked him to stop and go back a couple of times. I don't know why, but I had a... not necessarily a bad feeling, just a feeling that something was going to happen. But it was enough to bother me.

I sat the entire ride in uncomfortable silence, not even the radio was on. What was only supposed to take around thirty minutes or so seemed to take hours. Jasper certainly wasn't making anything easy.

I was almost relieved when I saw the bright lights of the airport, at least until I remembered why I didn't like airports. He stopped at the designated drop off point and retrieved my suitcase from the backseat as I strapped on my carryon, which held my laptop.

He stood awkwardly by me for a few seconds before getting back into his car. I expected him to drive off right then but he rolled down the window, looking uncomfortable. “Take care, alright?” I blinked and nodded to him.

Without so much as another word he drove off and I was left alone. I shook my head with a smile. If Jasper acted this weird when I was leaving, I didn't even want to think about what it will be like when Mello does.

Jasper wasn't half bad. At least when he wasn't making a pain in the ass out of himself or calling me J. Mello certainly chose some strange people to make friends with.

A drugged out hacker, the world’s greatest detective and an ex-mafia member. Well the first two really weren't his fault so much as Whammys.

I sighed and took hold of my suitcase, which I swear felt heavier than it should have, and headed inside. I probably should have smoked once more before hand but I knew I was cutting my flight close as it was.

The ticket line wasn't as bad as I had expected for all those getting boarding passes, and the line moved along quickly. I gave my new fake ID to the woman and waited for my things to print. I could no longer go by my old alias, not since I had been discovered by the Organization as J. If they could figure it out then it was assumed that others could as well.

This time I was going by Jacob Shaw, though I didn't particularly like that name. I checked in my suitcase, since it most definitely couldn't be defined as a carryon. Once that was done I headed off to security and the C terminal.

During the security check, I was stopped because they thought I had a screwdriver in my bag. Honestly why the hell would I bring a screwdriver on the plane? Or stick it somewhere so obvious?

After it was discovered that I didn’t possess the idiocy to bring a screwdriver, I was allowed to retrieve my bag and continue on into the C terminal. My gate was listed as C10 and my boarding time was in about six minutes.

Just enough time to buy something for the long ride. I went into one of the numerous little stores that was positioned around and went in search of a few things. One was gum. Because if I couldn’t smoke I would need something to ease the craving. And I’d also heard that chewing gum helped with popping your ears...

I hadn't tried that the last time I was on a plane... and perhaps that was why my head felt like it was about to implode for the next three days afterwards.

I grabbed around six packs of gum, whilst getting odd looks from the other customers. I rolled my eyes once out of their immediate sight. Inwardly amused, I went in search of some snacks. Because airplane food sucks. If they give you any.

I grabbed whatever looked appetizing, and didn't contain fish or fruit. Though I didn't mind the trail mix as it had more M&M's, crackers and peanuts than fruit. Dried out fruit was just...wrong.

I also grabbed a bottle of water. Soda on a plane just tasted odd, fizzy yet flat. And I wasn't about to get drunk just because I could. Though it was tempting, the flight would go a lot quicker...

With all of that picked out, and no one in line, I dumped everything on the counter and smiled at the look the cashier gave me. Yes, this was why I hated airports.

“That will be $35.67. And you get a free bag of goldfish with your purchase of water.” Another reason not to like airports. The ridiculous prices. I handed the woman a fifty and she asked if I wanted a bag while she handed me my change.

I glanced at the pile of things on the table and, though I was tempted to say no just because, I nodded.

With my new plastic bag full of goodies I went over to gate C10, which should have been boarding, only to see that it was delayed. And would be delayed for another forty-five minutes. Great.

Turning on heal I went in search of coffee. I found a Starbucks across from an ice cream shop and ordered a Grande breakfast blend with cream. Or in other words, a large coffee with cream. Why they could just have small, medium and large I didn't know.

Paying nearly seven bucks for a coffee, that even by my standards, tasted a bit like drinking battery acid, I sighed. Why couldn't Mello have come with me and ditched his case?

Sitting down by my gate I frowned when a family of three sat across from me. It was made up of a tired looking father and two young girls. Emphasis on young. Trouble making age young. It wasn't that I hated children... exactly. I just disliked them... a lot.

They were noisy, germ infested and sucked away all of your cash, attention and gave you headaches. What’s to like?

That was completely ignoring the fact that both Mello and I were once children. Because we certainly hadn't been any of those things. I sipped my coffee and mused that Mello, was still noisy. Took all of my attention and gave me headaches.

But Mello wasn't a child. Thankfully.

I tensed as the younger of the two girls, a short curly haired thing, came walking over to me. She couldn't have been more than three. “Amanda get back here, please.” her father called. Instead, she came even closer and was staring at me curiously.

Her sister came over and grabbed her before she could climb into the seat next to me, though she was smiling widely and giggling at me. It was unnerving. “Jacquelyn, bring your sister over here.” the man was smiling apologetically at me but I couldn't force myself to smile back.

I wasn't a people person most of the time, and was even worse when it came to children. I just didn't get along well with them, and yet all of them seemed fascinated by me. Another reason I avoided them like the plague if I could.

Thankfully I was first class so I probably wouldn't be seeing them once on the plane. The main reason I chose first class was that I wasn't spending eight hours in a cramped seat next to two other strangers. It just wasn't going to happen. Oh the joys of having money to spend.

The rest of the fifty minutes, because it took extra time to unload the plane and refuel, was spent in much the same way; Meaning that the two girls kept bothering me while their father yelled at them from his seat. Only with the special additive of me wanting a cigarette. Badly.

I checked the time on my phone and sighed as they called for first class, just after calling for families with small children and people who needed assistance. Mello would still be up, but I couldn't call him now. I should have thought of that earlier, it would have passed the time.

Everyone was all smiles and 'Have a good flight, sir' as I walked onto the plane. Yes, have a great eight hours of no cigarette hell- no. I stared in silent horror at the family of three who were in first class, and a row in front of me.

I inwardly groaned. This was punishment for something, I was sure. My seat was the window seat, which was right behind one of the girls, her sister next to her.

The two girls had noticed me and were peering, not even the least bit discreetly, over the seat tops at me. “Sit down you two.” the father called gently.

Instead of putting one of my bags in the overhead compartment like suggested, I stuffed the plastic bag in with my laptop. Though I did take the water out and put it in the pocket of the seat in front of me.

Water and electronics don't mix well. Fact.

“Alright everyone, we are about to begin take off so-” I tuned out the rest of the captains speech as it was mostly unimportant things such as to have our seatbelts secured and to wait until the fasten seatbelt sigh was off before moving around the cabin.

I was thankful that I ended up not having anyone else in my row, meaning I had lots of free space.

I also ignored the demonstrations about the oxygen masks and flotation devices. If we crashed, I doubted there would be enough pieces of us left to use those items. I may be just the slightest bit pessimistic about those things though.

I quickly took out a pack of gum and began to chew a few pieces as the plane took off. I was probably chewing rather obnoxiously but found that I didn't particularly care. If it helped my head not explode then I’d do it for the rest of the flight if I had too. Granted my head wouldn't actually explode... but considering how bad it had been last time, it might as well have.

After a few more bumpy minutes the plane began to level out. It took a little while longer before the ding and 'You are now free to move about the cabin' sounded off just like in commercials.

I took that time to unpack my laptop and turn it on. Pulling the tray table down I set the laptop down. I didn’t have anything important to do so I pulled up my music files and set a playlist. Placing my ear buds in I opened a game of spider solitaire. It was time to see if I could beat my old records.

I glanced up when I felt someone watching me. I was greeted with two pairs of brown eyes gazing at me; one from in-between the seat gap and the other over the seat. I frowned a little. What was so special about me that they felt the need to bother me, because the staring was bothering me.

I went back to my game, deciding that I would probably lose a staring contest with them, and only make them more intrigued in the process. A while later my laptop was jerked when the tray table began to fold inwards.

Looking up I noticed the girls giggling, or at least it looked that way, and trying to recline the chair. I pulled one ear bud out as the father noticed me.

“Girls you cant do that, he is working on something.” I almost snorted. I guess you could say I was working on something, if you counted solitaire as work. Which I didn't. But he didn't know that.

The girls did it again anyway and almost knocked my laptop to the floor had I not caught it in time. “I'm so sorry! Girls sit down now and stop that.” but even as he said that his resolve seemed to fade as they giggled and tried to do it again.

“It's fine.” because I’m closing the laptop now. I put it on the seat next to me, music still going and closed my eyes after I secured the tray table again.

I must have dozed off because I was woken up by a rather obnoxious flight attendant telling me I needed to turn my laptop off for the moment. With a sigh I complied and powered it down. I was sure the little demons would immediately pounce on the chance to annoy me but was pleasantly surprised to find them both sleeping when I looked closely enough.

I almost sighed in relief. At least for now I didn't have to deal with them. What I did have to deal with however, was my craving for food and a cigarette. One could be remedied easily enough, the other, not so much.

Quietly I rifled through the plastic bag and pulled out the trail mix. Carefully opening the tray table I used it to sort through the bag and pick out the fruit. It almost seemed pointless with how much fruit was in it, but it kept my mind occupied, at least until the fruit was gone.

I then proceeded to eat handfuls of the pretzel like crackers, M&M's and peanuts. It wasn't anywhere near satisfying so I opened a prepackaged cake like thing I had bought earlier. It was apparently a cinnamon streusel sponge cake.

It tasted more like cardboard.

One would think that, with me mindlessly eating away at my stash of snacks, that time would pass quickly. But it didn't. In fact, it seemed to slow down.

I allowed my fingers to tap impatiently against the armrest irritably. There was still another hour and a half left of the flight. An hour and a half.

“Do you need anything sir?” I glared at the flight attendant with the beverage cart. She quickly averted her gaze and moved off to the family in front of me, waking the sleeping girls in the process.

I needed a cigarette, hated flying, hated children and their messiness and germs, missed Mello and really needed a fucking cigarette or I was going to go crazy!

It was probably lucky that guns and sharp objects weren't allowed on planes... though I was sure Mello would try and sneak his on.

I sighed slightly and pulled out more gum. Gum was calming, wasn't it? I should have bought nicotine patches before the flight...

A while later I heard some not so hushed whispers before a tiny hand crept through the seat opening to tap me on the leg. I tried not to glare at the child.

“Why is your hair red?” came the excited question. What?

“Why do you have tiny scars on your face?”

“Was it painful?” came the next two questions. I blinked at them. I had forgotten about those, Mello had said they were hardly noticeable. I guess that’s why they had said ‘tiny’.

“Jacquelyn, Amanda, leave the nice man alone.” I wasn't sure if it was the father or the girls who annoyed me more at the moment. I was surprised to find that they actually listened to him this time; though they kept stealing glances at me through the opening.

“At this time we are beginning our decent into London Heathrow airport, so I will ask that everyone has their seatbelts fastened, flight attendants as well.” that meant we had about another half hour left.

The plane jerked a few times before leveling out and tilting downwards slightly. As we descended further we seemed to be hitting all the right places for turbulence. I was glad that I had my seatbelt on because we were getting tossed about in our seats.

The two girls were whimpering in their seats and I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

The plane lurched one last time before settling into a smooth landing, which seemed to take just as much time as the entire flight. Which realistically couldn't happen, but when one anticipates something it seems to stretch out for far longer than it should.

My stomach flopped as we touched down, tires screeching on the pavement. I chewed my gum harder and felt my jaw muscles ache in protest. They would probably be sore later. My mind immediately went into the gutter for other reasons my jaw could be sore....

The captain came on again and said something about being a few more minutes before we could actually leave the plane due to too many planes unloading. I packed away my laptop, and replaced the remaining food and water before whipping out my cell phone and turning it on.

What was another fifteen minutes to wait after the some odd eight and a half hours of hell I had already endured? If I never had to board another plane in my life I think I could die happy. Very happy.

“-I hope you've had a pleasant flight and thank you for flying-” I snorted. A pleasant flight? Nine hours stuck in a flying tin can was not pleasant in any way shape or form. Especially without cigarettes.

Other passengers from first class started getting up so I followed suit only to get blocked in the isle by the father trying to get bags from the overhead compartment. I took the time to slip the strap of my bag over my head and adjust it across my shoulder.

Once the man had all three bags he and his daughters began walking leaving me free to do the same. Being in first class allowed us to be off the plane fairly quickly; I was never more happy to be in an airport as I was now.

Now all I had to do was walk to baggage, which wasn't all that far away.

“Bye!” the two girls called out to me before they were dragged away by their father. Maybe they weren't so bad... but if Mello ever said anything about us adopting I’d have his head examined.

My face lit up in a grin. Speaking of Mello...

I pressed redial on my phone, as it was Mello I had called last. It was picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?” his voice was thick with sleep and I wondered just what time it was there... actually, what time was it here?

“Hey. I just landed.” I felt kind of bad that I woke him, but I was too happy to be off the plane at the moment.

“How did everything go?” ha. Funny he should ask that. I could go off on a rant like he does when he's frustrated... but once I have my cigarettes I’ll be over it. He already knew how much I disliked airports so he didn't need me to tell him again.

“Flight was late, airports suck.” So I just gave a quick summary; just enough for him to know I was annoyed.

“We'll I’m at least happy you landed safely, flight irritants excluded.” I laughed lightly, some of my tension leaving.

“Just think, in a few more days I get to do the same.” the same? No I doubt it.

“But you won’t have those two children from hell on your flight.” I thought I heard an intake of breath, but I might have been mistaken. I stood carefully on the escalator and let it take me down to baggage where someone would be waiting for me. I assumed it would be Rodger.

“Oh, there's Watari...” I whispered as I spotted the aging man. I really hadn't expected him. I heard Mello yawn slightly in the background. I definitely had woken him up.

“I should probably go then. I'll call you later...” I said reluctantly. I really wish Mello was here with me.

“I'll be waiting for it then. Bye.” I smiled at that and hung up as I approached Watari.

“Hello Matt. It has been a long while since I have seen you. You have changed at lot from your younger years.” he spoke kindly. He had always had a grandfatherly aura about him, and still did.

“Yeah... but you should see Mello.” the main reason you haven't seen me is because I ran off, I thought to myself.

“Do you need to retrieve any bags?” I nodded. “Just one.” I waited beside my flights sign and a few minutes later spotted my bag slowly drifting towards me. Grabbing it I had to wonder what the hell I had packed.

“I'm all set.” I told Watari quietly. Really I just wanted to get outside and smoke. It did occur to me, as we exited the doors by baggage claim, that L had made Watari drive all the way out here to get me.

“Thank you.” I had never been great with words, except for maybe around Mello, but I found it suddenly hard to say more than thank you. It was like the rest of my thoughts had fled my mind leaving me with just those two words.

But from his expression he understood what I was thanking him for. And with the amount L and Near talked, he was probably used to small conversations.

“It was no problem. I do enjoy getting out from time to time.” he told me with a smile. It made me wonder if he still had to go get L his cakes and such. I shrugged the thought off; it wasn't something I would ever ask him.

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and sighed happily as I lit one and took a long drag. That had been entirely too long without a smoke. I never used to be so bad regarding my cigarettes, but it seemed that this case has made me dependant on them a little too much.

Nothing I could really do about it now. Asking me to quit was like telling Mello he couldn't eat chocolate anymore. It wasn't an option.

“How have you and Mello been doing? L rarely tells me more than the simplest of information, such as you are breathing. I do worry about you all from time to time, do you mind indulging an old man of his whims?”

Well, I couldn’t exactly tell him everything that's been going on, though I knew he had to know a bit more than he was letting on. “We're doing alright despite all the trouble that seems to follow us.” he chuckled at that.

“Though by coming here I suppose we’re finally admitting that we can't do this alone anymore.” he seemed satisfied, at least for the moment, with my answer so I left it at that. We reached the car in no time, and I put out my cigarette. Though I held no doubt that if I asked he would let me smoke inside.

The ride started off in silence, but I didn't mind it at all. It wasn't the tense and awkward silence like the ride with Jasper. This was calming, and I was comfortable. I was also finally realizing just how tired I was.

I had sort of slept on the plane, but sleeping on a plane is never good enough. It always left me feeling... drowsy.

I turned my gaze to the window and the world that shown outside of it. I hadn't been in England in about eight years. Just from walking outside those few minutes I could tell it was still just as damp and cold as when I had left.

And still just as beautiful. It may not be to others, but I had spent many good years here in my childhood. I smiled faintly at the memories of a simpler time dancing around my thoughts. They were good to look back on, but I wouldn't give up what I had with Mello to go back to them. Even if it took all our painful memories away.

The ride back to Whammys took around and hour and some odd minutes, I hadn't really been paying attention, and my mind couldn't supply me with an exact estimate.

As we pulled up to Whammys it suddenly felt surreal. It was like I was four years old again and my first time seeing the grand structure of the orphanage. It had been a long eight years. I think Mello will be happy to be back, even if it’s only temporary.

Once the car was parked and I got my bags, because I refused to let Watari take them, we headed inside. I supposed I could call him by his given name now if I so wished, but unless I heard L or Near call him by Quillish or Whammy I wouldn't.

“You have arrived a little later than expected.” a more than familiar voice stated blandly from an open door. “My flight was delayed.” I held in a yawn and my fingers twitched. I really needed some sleep, and to call Mello.

“Well, let's get you settled in then.” Rodger began walking leaving Watari and I to follow him. Though I knew Watari had to already know the way. It seemed Rodger still liked to feel important, that or he was just being nosy.

We walked further into the orphanage and into a restricted area, or so the sign on the wall said. I’m sure they had more than that sign as a warning to the children not to venture here; probably threatened with punishment from L himself if they were caught anywhere near here.

But if any of them were like Mello was as a child then it wouldn't stop them. They probably already knew L was here, and by default, Near. Though I doubted they would even begin to guess that his two other successors were going to be here as well.

After a few more twists and turns there came a door much like the main Library's. Rodger opened it without knocking and stepped inside allowing us to follow.

L was seated in front of about six laptops while Near was seated on the floor seemingly playing with finger puppets whilst ignoring his own computers.

“Greetings Matt.” Near said in his emotionless tone while L merely said my name in greeting.

“Hey.” well this was wonderfully stimulating. A room full of anti-social genii. I couldn't wait until Mello got here.

“Now that Matt knows his way here, I suggest letting him get some sleep. His mind will not be up to par otherwise.” L stated though his gaze never once left the monitors. There was only a short pause before he added, “and if you smoke please do so with the windows open.”

I smirked and Rodger frowned at me, obviously not likening that I smoked. I would probably make it a habit of lighting up around him then. I was gone for eight years and not even ten minutes in the place and all my rebelliousness came back.

I could only imagine what Mello would act like. I shook my head in amusement. He would be respectful of L, at the least, but the moment Near said something to him it would be war. I couldn't really care one way or another. I had had never like nor disliked Near, but I would always side with Mello.

“Fine with me.” I stated to L's suggestion. Honestly though, had I been asked to stay I probably would have fallen asleep doing something. Damn jet lag.

“You’re room is over here, if you will follow me?” I nodded to Watari and left the room, Rodger staying behind and his annoyed voice floated out into the hallway though I couldn't make out what was being said.

My room was four doors down, and of a decent size. There was a desk and a small dresser off to the right and a bathroom with a shower and tub to the left. The bed was a king size and I felt myself smirk.

“We made sure that the accommodations would allow for you and Mello to room together.” Watari commented with a small smile. I thanked him again and he took his leave.

I pulled my phone out and dialed Mello's number and kicked off my shoes while I waited. By the fifth ring I began to sigh and was ready to end the call when it suddenly picked up and Mello's voice rang out over the speaker.

“Hey, don't hang up.” I blinked. I guess he knew me too well.

“What were you doing? I almost hung up.” I yawned around my words but knew Mello would at least get the gist of what I was saying.

“Creatively bashing that book Jasper has wanted me to read since... whenever he gave that to me. And I thought I asked you to throw that out?” I laughed and began to unzip my jacket. Now that I was inside, it was rather warm. Besides I was going to sleep, I wouldn't need the jacket. Pulling it off I tossed it across the room leaving it to be picked up later.

“You only wanted me to get rid of it so Jasper couldn't yell at you when he found out his book had oh so conveniently disappeared before you could read it.” Really, why he couldn't just tell Jasper he didn't want to read the damn thing in the first place I would never know.

“How did you even know it was his?” I rolled my eyes at his question.

“He let me know you were borrowing it.” Mello snorted in amusement.

Mello groaned quietly over the line just as I started to tug my t-shirt off.

“What's wrong?” I wasn't sure if he could hear me; my mouth got caught on my shirt and muffled the sound.

“Nothing, just bored.” bored? Really?

“How can you be bored? Go do something on the internet, bug Jasper.” though the last suggestion probably shouldn't be done...

“Yes because Jasper would be all too happy with that at the moment, or have you forgotten just how unhappy he is with us at the moment?” well, at least Mello realized that too. So I wouldn't have to nurse him back to health after Jasper shot him...

“Well then go back to that book. I'm out of ideas.” I yawned again. I really was tired. I think it was because of how warm it was in here. It was making me more tired. Or something.

“Alright you need sleep, so I’m going to let you go. I won't be able to talk today anyway since I’ll be busy with my case, but I will call you later ok?” If I could stop yawning Mello probably would talk more, but that didn't seem possible at the moment.

“That's fine, I’m surprised you lasted this long, I know you hate talking on phones. I swear it must be something you caught from Whammys because none of us like talking on these.”

“Except you, because you are strange.” I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger though he couldn't see me; it was more out of habit than anything.

“Love you to Mello.” I said a bit sarcastically, though I still meant it.

“Just go to bed, unless you are already there. In which case feel free to entertain me.” I laughed outright and mumbled a goodbye before ending the call. He wanted phone sex after making me go on a plane by myself? Ha.

Though maybe it would have been more amusing to start it and then just when things were getting good for him, end the call on account of needing sleep. Yes, that would have been funny.

Tugging off my jeans I left them where they fell and slid into the bed in just my boxers. I yawned again and turned on my side. I had no idea what time it was since I hadn't really looked at my phone.

But at the moment, sleep was all I wanted. Closing my eyes I felt my mind begin to drift and finally relax after a few more minutes.

It was dark when I next opened my eyes, but more like early evening than late at night. Shaking the sleep from my head I sat up, the covers pooling at my waist. I stretched and felt my back crack; tension immediately fled my stiff shoulders and I sighed.

Grabbing my phone I looked at the time and it stated that it was sometime after eight pm. Well, that was after I adjusted the time in my head. My phone still read New York time. It might actually be far past dark here by the time Mello called again.

I redressed and quietly left my room only to almost run into Watari in the hallway. “Good evening. I am getting L some tea, would you like anything?”

“Coffee, please?” Watari nodded, but I noticed his smile was a little strained. I was used to people hiding things from me, mainly Mello, so I knew something was up. I wondered if something had happened while I was asleep.

I would find out soon enough, though I hated having to find out I was right about hidden information.

The door had been left ajar so I pushed it open just enough to let me through and didn't bother to close it. “L, what's going on?” I watched as he franticly typed away, more like stabbed, at the laptops keys. Even Near was working, though a bit less awkwardly.

“Matt...” L paused as if deciding on something. “At around eleven-thirty, New York City time, Mello was abducted by the Organization.” and just like that, my world came crashing down around me.

-End Presage-

AN: *Cough* Yeah..... I have a feeling this fic is going to go beyond my wordage expectations.... very quickly. If the last two chapters were any indication. But do NOT expect all chapters to be this long, because they will not..... really...

Heheh I made Matt hate airports...

OK, so I there a few of my own airport experiences in here.... Matt's just lucky I didn't make him miss his flight... like I had. Fuckers.... I swear to kami I’ll never have a connecting flight again in Charlotte, North Carolina because that airport suxs so bad and so does the weather. Both times I had to go there they fucked things up. ;( Ok enough of my rant......

So tell me what you liked/didn't like.... as in review plez!