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.

15. A Question Of Sticks

"You don't use your stick." Sherlock mused out loud as he stood watching John negotiate his way around the kitchen as he prepared breakfast.

"On my own territory Sherlock, you'll find most blind people know the layout of their homes like a map in their head."

"But what about yesterday? You weren't at home then… or were you?"

John gathered his thoughts as he carefully placed a fried egg onto each slice of toast, then turning he placed the two plates on the table.

"Eat." He said finally, sitting down.

"I don't….."

"Don't tell me you don't, just eat."

"You're avoiding the question." Sherlock sulked.

"No, the answer is simple really; we knew where you'd be, and would have rescued you earlier but I needed to be sure I could get to you and get you out unseen." He chewed thoughtfully, and then added. "I walked the route several times escorted by Keith and Paul respectively until I knew it well enough to appear sighted."

"And inside the prison?" His food untouched Sherlock steepled his fingers under his chin, his elbows resting on the table.

"I was a prisoner there once; they dragged me through every inch of that place daily."

Sherlock held his breath, waiting.

"They beat me; every day with sticks and chains, until eventually they beat me blind."