Authors Note: Hallejuliah! Let the bells ring and the banners fly, 'cause I'm here, I'm here! *coughs* OK, Genie With the Light Brown Hair is back in his lamp. BUT, good news: My aunt (bless her) took my floppy back to her house, did SOMETHING to it with her computer, and VOILA! I have my files back, I have no clue how she did it, all that matters is that she did. I am now hyper with sheer joy and a possible overdose of Jeremy Brett/ Sherlock videos. Like that's possible. This chapter and all others unless otherwise specified are hereby dedicated to her, because without her I would still be typing all the stuff I lost, and because she introduced me to most of my obsesions, though not Sherlock. That privilege belongs to my dad.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. I only just found my files again, so it probably wouldn't be good for the boys if I DID own them. Possibly hazardous to their health, you know.

Watching

Have you ever felt followed,
 watched,
 even in the safety of Home?

Have you ever felt eyes on you,
 when, logically, you know there
 to be none-
 you are alone,
 and no one peers through the window.

That's what I feel, now.
I feel eyes on me,
 watching my every move,
 uncovering my secrets
 as they watch me.

It's not an entirely unpleasant feeling
Because I know the watcher
Oh, yes. I know.
It's him.

Him- the on I have written about,
 read about,
 watched on the screen,
 compiled lists about,
 plotted stories for,
 even if they never make it out-
 of my head or my room.

Though it's been ... so long
 since he was ... well, alive, I suppose,
I still know it's him.
A hundred years has done nothing to change
The quickness of his wit,
 the deductions
 and observations
 the sharpness of those eyes,
 that particular face
 or his memories.

If anything, his job has gotten harder.
So many people,
 so many places,
 so little time,
 all so much the same.

But he keeps on-
 he has to-
 and I can feel him,
 watching,
 following my every step,
 waiting,
 and watching.

OK, question. I have written well over a dozen poems from the perspective of *sigh* a Time Travelling Teen. I know, I'm ashamed. Most of tem are generally musings on SH and Watson, bits of their days, etc. NOT SH/OFC. It's friendship, and mutual curiousity more than anything. Here's the question: Are you interested? If no one is, I won't post them, and this 'story' will end a wee bit sooner than I anticipated. If you are interested, go ahead and review, PM me, or e-mail me. My e-mail is on my profile.

And, feel free to review even if you don't want to read those poems. I LIKE reviews, really!