Dead Man Walking

Familiar Faces

"What the hell are you doing? Mary shouted, surprised. The whole restaurant was watching me now. I got up off the ground and left. The waiter was unconscious though I had no idea why I just did that. "I just, I'm sorry, Mary, I thought it was him". "So you punched him in the face?! Anyone normal would talk first, but you knocked him out!" I thought to myself. I walked back into the restaurant, everyone looking at me, I pushed aside a couple and picked the waiter up. "Time to go" I say, hoping he was faking his unconscious. We waited for a cab, I whistled for one "Cab!" He looked at us, a familiar face. "What's with these faces today?" I mumble under my breath. Starting to drive, Stayin' Alive playing on the radio. "Where would you like to go..." Hesitating like he was going to say something else. "John Watson" he said , which freaked me out. "I'm sure you know" I say, sounding confident to who he is. That made him smile, my not so sure brain turned into the correct brain. There he was. "Moriarty", double suicide, both, being fake. "Hello old friend, thought you might want to join me on the roof", with your friend, Sherlock, or maybe he's more then a friend". That got me mad. "You don't understand that you're talking about THE MAN I LOVE!" Silence, the radio stopped, Mary in shock. The waiter smiled. Conscious again. That smile, I know that smile. He did what I knew he would do. He came over to me, and we kissed, a long soft kiss that pleasured both of us. "Did you miss me?" He asks. "Yes. I. Did".