Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

12. A Far From Normal Day

Sherlock let his words sink in, before adding

"And I have no idea where he is."

John nodded, stood up and moved to the hall. "Your bedroom is at the end of the hall."

"I don't normally sleep much." Sherlock shrugged, not moving from his chair.

"So I've just been imagining hearing you stifling a yawn or two then?" With a grin he started up the stairs. "And I think you'll agree it's a far from normal day, so I suggest you go to bed."

"Am I your prisoner now?"

The question stopped John in his tracks, and he returned to the living room.

"No, when I said you're under my protection I meant exactly that." Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you want to leave I won't stop you, I'll shake your hand, and wish you luck, and wait for the newspaper report of your death."

There was a strained silence.

"Look, it's been a rough day. Get some sleep, and if you feel the same in the morning, then go."

"That sounds fair." Sherlock yawned and rose to his feet.

"If you're up before me there's tea, coffee and cereal in the kitchen, help yourself." He turned away, then added "And if you bump into Mrs Hudson don't worry, her bark is worse than her bite."