Morstan and Adler

Eight: Mary

MARY

Mary could only tell John, "It's going to be better, soon." It hurt her to not tell John that his best friend was coming back from the dead.

Thankfully, John seemed to be in good spirits. He acted like he had a surprise for her. Whatever it was, it couldn't be more shocking than somebody you thought was dead coming to give you a handshake.

Oh, god, was she surprised.

There he was, in front of her, making this whole speech.

He was going to propose.

He was going to bloody propose.

Then this stupid waiter had to bustle in....

That just turned out to be the one and only Sherlock Holmes.

She was quite shocked to see John hit him so hard, and Mary could've joined in, too - She wasn't happy with Holmes for putting John through all that. But she would always remember... he had saved her best friend's life. She owed him for that.

"I like him," Mary muttered as she climbed into the cab.

"What?"

The assassin shrugged. "I like him."

The can drove off.

John leaned closer to Mary. "What do you - What do you mean, you like him?"

Mary shrugged. How could she not like a guy who'd saved Irene's life? Her best friend's life? But she could see John was riled, and he was owed some sort of explanation. "Sherlock Holmes has saved many lives, including that of my best friend. She's out of town, right now, and despite how arrogant, and clueless, and rude he is.... He's got the best interests at heart, John. He saved my friend. I have to repay him."

Before John could say another word, she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.