So, I probably should be writing my Sherlock Holmes story. I am! I just had to write this. I got the idea when I was listening to the Jekyll and Hyde soundtrack. Does anyone else like Coleen Sexton more than Linda Eder? Just my thoughts...anyway, enjoy!

Oh, and just to clear things up so you don't get confused (everything is revealed at the end) - 'he' and 'he' are different people...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Jekyll and Hyde...unfortunately...even as much as I may cry and beg...I still do not own this wonderful musical... :(

Sympathy, Tenderness

Sympathy, tenderness

Warm as the summer

Offer me their embrace

Friendliness, gentleness

Strangers to my life

They are there in his face

Goodness and sweetness and kindness

Abound in this place

I am in love with

The things that I see in his face

It's some memory I know time

Will never erase

She had been harmed by him.

She did not know that he was actually the man she was with currently.

The doctor knew.

But she did not.

All she knew was that he had hurt her and she had no where to go.

So she came to the doctor at his home.

He had given her his card that night that changed everything.

She had never had a friend that cared about her.

He changed that.

He changed everything.

He used those words she had used to describe her strange love for the doctor as a bizarre use to comfort her as he cradled her gently.

Before he killed her.

But she did not know that he would kill her.

She couldn't know that.

All she knew was that she was in the lavish home of the doctor who had been kind to her and told her that she could go to him if she ever needed a friend.

She did need a friend.

And because of this friendship, she died at his hand.

He became jealous of her love for him, the doctor.

She, the woman, Lucy Harris.

He, the doctor, Henry Jekyll.

He, the madman, Edward Hyde.

He and he were one and the same.

But she couldn't know that.

No one could.