Riddles {a Death Note MelloXOC and NearXOC story}

Status Report

A/N: A short chapter, I know, but it was taking me so long to finish that I decided I'd just post what I had done. 

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"Matt, if Mello plans on doing anything drastic, I want you to tell me."

"Allison..."

"Please, Matt. I don't know if what you said about me is true or not, but... but I need to know this, at least."

"Allison, you know Mello wouldn't want—"

"—I don't care what Mello wants!"

"You aren't going to drop this, are you?"

"Do I ever?"

"..."

"Please, promise you'll do this for me, Matt."

"Fine... I promise, Allison."

"And Matt, one more thing..."

"What is it?"

"This isn't one of your bloody video games. You've only got one life, and if you die... Matt, if you die, I will never forgive you."

"...Take this."

"Huh?"

"It's my favorite game. Once this is all over, I'll be coming back for it, so make sure you don't break it or anything."

"...I won't."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Same goes for you."

Allison

"Allison, what did you say to Matt before we left?" Birdie asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"It didn't seem like nothing," she said. "You were crying a bit, and then you hugged him, and I could tell he gave you something, even though I was a couple of meters away. What did you talk about?"

"It's not important, love," I assured her.

"That's Allison language for, 'It's important, but I'm not going to tell you anyhow,'" said Birdie.

"Good, then you understand that I have no intention of telling you," I replied, opening the door to the SPK headquarters.

"Patience, I'd been meaning to ask you," I stopped mid-sentence when I saw Patience, knowing right away that something was wrong. "What is it?"

"She came," Patience said. "Jessica came. Mello sent her."

My eyes widened. I don't know what shocked me more, the fact that Mello had sent Jessica to Patience or the fact that Patience sounded so... confident. Not that small, feeble voice she usually used, one you would expect to hear from a shy little kid. She sounded independent, strong.

"And?" I inquired.

"Nothing," she replied. "She's not my mother. She knows who is, but she can't tell me. She said she made a promise."

"Where is she?" Birdie asked. "Allison's got a gun; she could push it out of her."

"Birdie!" I hissed, not wanting anyone to find out that I had seen Matt and Mello.

"Where did you get a gun?" Patience asked, stunned.

"I stole it," Birdie said truthfully, "but Allison said I couldn't have it. She let me keep the lighter, though."