Don't Think of Me

by Angel (aisumitsukai at home.com)
3/12/02

Yeah, I'm supposed to be doing French homework, so I decided to write a fic. Well, actually, the more correct version would be 'I was trying to do homework while listening to this song by Dido and was then attacked by plot bunnies who refused to go away before I wrote this'. I didn't want this to be a long story, but I needed a reason for Lestrade to be cryptnotized, soooo she's been arrested for murder.

*~*
I hope she's sweet
And so pretty
The second girl
That you'll see
Don't be lonely
There, without me
*~*

"But I didn't do it! You know that! Please! Chief, let me out! Holmes! Watson! No, please, let me out, please! Please....." Lestrade cried out from the cryptnotizing chair.

The named three shut their eyes and looked away.

It had been out of Greyson's hands. The people on top had come and taken her away. The only remorseful word they could say was that now they'd have to bother to find someone to replace her.

*~*
Does it bother you now all the mess I made?
Does it bother you now all the clothes you told me not to wear?
*~*

Isn't it funny that when I finally find the woman I'm looking for, she gets arrested for murder? You wouldn't have thought I loved her from how we always argued. I wonder if she ever figured it out? And why couldn't I help her, like I have so many others. Why?

*~*
Does it bother you now all the angry games we played?
Does it bother you now that I'm not here?
*~*

The Irregulars had somehow managed to get in, just in time to see the blue volts run into Lestrade's head.

*~*
Now how do you feel?
How do you feel?
And it's too late
And it's too bad,
Don't think of me
*~*

Nothing was all anyone had to say. Quietly, someone could be heard crying. Maybe it was Deidre. Maybe it was Greyson.

The guards let her out. She looked the same, but everyone knew she wasn't.

~I'm supposed to be the world's greatest detective. Why didn't I do something? Because I couldn't. Why?

She smiled sweetly and asked what her name was.

"Thia Mathews," was Greyson's answer.

She nodded cooperatively. "Okay. Where do I live?"

"C-Canada."

"Okay. Can I go home now?"

"Of course. Constable Veran will take you to your plane."

"Okay." She followed the officer to the door, happily, but stopped before the blonde man with sad eyes.

*~*
When you see her sweet smile, baby,
Don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms
Don't think of me.
*~*

She smiled again, a shadow of her old grin. It brought so many memories rushing back. "What's your name?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

She didn't answer, but went through the door silently.

"What did I just do?" Greyson asked the air in front of him.

You mean, what didn't I do. I could've, but why didn't I? Why didn't I help her? Now she'll live on another continent for the rest of her life. She'll never remember any of us. Why?

Seventy years later, Thia Mathews, now Thia Duvont, lay sleeping on a hospital bed, having just come out of surgery. She dreamt that she was an Inspector for New Scotland Yard and knew a man called Sherlock Holmes and a robot named Watson. Holmes said something about taking her home.... The doctors told her family she died suddenly and happily, in her sleep.

*~*
When you see her sweet smile, baby,
Don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms
Don't think of me.
Now how do you feel?
How do you feel?
And it's too late
And it's too bad,
Don't think of me
*~*

THE END


Terribly fluffy and not very good but there you go.^_^
Another crying/confessing scene, just for the record.

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