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.

47. The Work

John sat, eyes closed, thinking.

Sitting opposite him Sherlock watched as the smaller man tapped out a nameless tune with his fingers as he turned various things over in his mind. John had hardly said anything since his confession and promise not to use drugs while in 221B, and Sherlock was uncomfortably aware that he was most likely the object of the other man's musings.

"Where did you do your research?"

"I had a small laboratory set up in Balcombe Street; I did a lot of my experiments there."

"Then I assume the results of your work are already in Barrymore's hands." John sat up, pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned. "There's not a hope in hell that he won't have turned your place over when he took you."

"I came home and found the lock had been forced. They were lying in wait." Sherlock's voice was filled with self-loathing. "I should have realised, got out while I could."

"Don't beat yourself up about it; Barrymore would have had the area flooded with his goons."

"Was that what happened to you?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He rubbed his hands along his thighs, agitated. "If he's got your notes then it won't be long before…."

"No." Sherlock interrupted. "My notes were always kept safe, with an old friend at St Bart's."