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.

59. An Old Friend

The sound of voices up in the flat drew Sherlock's attention away from his new and spacious laboratory, and he ran up the stairs two at time.

"Ah, Sherlock, can you come here and give me a hand please?" John asked as he heard his friend walk in.

Entering the kitchen Sherlock saw the doctor carefully bathing a young man's arm.

"I can't feel any glass in there, I'd appreciate your eyes on it though."

Looking closely, the long gash looked clean and glass free and Sherlock said as much. John nodded his head and started to wrap a light bandage around the arm.

"Sherlock meet Sammy, he and I have helped each other more times than I can remember."

Sherlock nodded at the young boy, who grinned back.

"Sammy has been doing a little job for me."

"Doc sent me to your place Sorry, I had to break a window to get in."

"And?"

Sammy hopped off the kitchen stool and picked up a large sports bag which he handed over. Sherlock peered inside. With a gasp he pulled out his violin case, opening it and smoothing a loving hand over the Stradivarius within.

"I found that skull too." Sammy said. "Thought you'd like him back."

Skull?" John asked.

"An old friend." Sherlock smiled, placing it on the mantlepiece. "Billy"