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.

60. Maestro

Mrs Hudson collected up the remains of the casserole and took it back downstairs, taking Sammy with her.

"It was good of Mrs H to feed the boy." Sherlock said, sitting on the edge of the leather armchair that he had claimed as his own.

"She always looks after the kids, when they'll let her." John sat opposite him and stretched out his legs, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. "Some are too independent, or too distrustful."

"Sammy's seems a good kid."

"Hmm. What's the story with the skull?"

Sherlock looked up at the mantlepiece.

"I like to have someone to talk to, someone to discuss ideas with."

"Someone who won't answer back, or sell your secrets?"

"Something like that." Picking up the violin, Sherlock settled it under his chin and after a few tentative strokes of the bow he started to play a sonata, lifting himself from the chair and moving to stand to one side of the fire.

Looking through his unruly curls, he saw John relax as the music filled the room, the tension around his eyes eased as a smile turned up the corners of his lips.

Swaying in time to the music, Sherlock's eyes never left the other man, and as the music ended he remained standing, waiting.

John sighed. "That was beautiful."