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.

103. Kings Cross

John made his way down Euston Road towards Kings Cross, heading for the arches and the meeting place of the Homeless Network. Back at Baker Street he had left Sherlock completing another stage of his experiment, while he took advantage of the fresh air and the walk to get his thoughts in order.

Calls to his usual contacts had come up blank; no one knew where Lestrade had been taken. Just before he left the flat the news had broken about the gang leader's death, and his concern for his friend deepened.

"John." Kallie caught his elbow as he tapped his way towards the arches and led him into the shelter of the stone structure. "Sammy's here, and some of the other lads."

"Great." John warmed his hands by the brazier. "I want you to take it in turns, a couple at a time, to escort Sammy to the places where Barrymore was most likely to be holding Greg."

"You need me to break in?"

"Yes Sammy, I want Greg found."

Kallie quickly started to organise the network, and seeing that she had everything in hand John took his leave.

As he stepped back out onto Euston Road there was an eerie whooshing noise followed by an ear-splitting loud cracking sound, and the blind doctor was bowled over by the blast.