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.

33. An Awakening

Stiff and disorientated, the first thing John noticed was that his 'pillow' was warm, fairly solid, and smelled nice.

The next was that he appeared to have either a large warm spider, or a very odd shaped hat woven into his hair. Carefully moving his hand to his head he encountered fingers, long and slim, relaxed.

Feeling a blush warming his cheeks he eased himself up, rubbing his hands over his face and getting stiffly to his feet. Deciding that he needed tea he headed towards the kitchen, and had barely taken two steps before walking into something solid that caught him just below the knee, and sent him tumbling forwards.

He hit the floor with a yelp.

"John!" Sherlock was awake instantly, and kneeling beside the fallen man. "John I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" He waited; anxiously watching as John slowly sat up and rubbed absently at his cheek.

"Nothing broken," he mumbled, "but I'll have a bruise or two. What did I walk into?"

"My legs." Sherlock admitted, shamefaced. "You were so tired I didn't want to disturb you by moving, so I put my feet up on the coffee table and fell asleep."

Gently he helped John to his feet.

"I'm so sorry," Sherlock said again. "Can I get you anything?"

John's lips twitched. "Yeah, some breakfast."