Written: 10-4-12
Death Do Us Part
Once before death passed them by – a dart, placed squarely between them so they could not tell whom it was originally aimed at. That time their own quick actions had saved them from the pains of separation.
This time, he stands alone.
But even as he stands by Sherlock Holmes' grave, he takes a deep breath. Death, he reminds himself grimly, has come between them before. He has a wife to think of, a family of his own – no-one will be served by grief over a situation none can help.
Watson does not know his 'late' friend thinks the same.
