Witness
"You made her speak. Mrs. Patterson, she said hi. She spoke. You-you made her speak."
"I respect you. As a man a-as a surgeon, as a teacher, I respect you. So teach me."
"What are you doing? Don't do that. Stop!"
"Teach me!"
"Stop!"
"Teach me."
"We can't do this. You're little grey, and-and-and I promised, and I'm your teacher."
"So - teach me."
"Ah, Lexie"
"Teach me. Teach me. Come on. Am I really so bad."
"No. I am."
Derek didn't know what drove him to visit Mark in his hotel room the night he had made someone talk but he did.
They sat, drank some scotch and watching some random game.
Looking back he was glad he was there – because although he disapproved at the beginning – he was witness to the start of the wonderful – but unlikely and doomed – relationship of Mark and Lexie.
He could tell how he was witness to Lexie gabble and Mark's strong willed no's. He could tell you the look on Lexie's face when she asked if she was really that bad. He could tell how no man could – expect him since was his sister – in – law – resist that vulnerable doe eyed face.
He could look back and laughed at her shock when he walked past Lexie, clapped Mark on the shoulder silently giving his approval and witness to there first kiss as he closed the door.
Yes he was witness and despite the sceptics' and the whispers the looks and the lady's longing after Mark. They had survived.
Now Derek was witness – as best man – at their wedding as they said I do and became Mr and Mrs Sloan.
He was witness to the birth something else alongside the stripping he wanted to wipe from the memory banks – of their son Christopher.
He was witness.
The End
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Gabriella Somerfield
