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.

109. Small Mercies

Sherlock raced down the stairs two at time and flung open the door, expecting to see a child, but instead found himself looking down into a triangular, weather beaten face.

"You must be the flatmate." The woman said in a high-pitched voice. "Let me in before we draw attention."

"Maybe standing yelling on the doorstep wasn't such a good idea then." Sherlock pointed out as he stepped back to allow the newcomer to enter.

The small woman held her arms out.

"Even on tip-toes I can't reach the knocker." She turned to walk up the stairs. "Resorted to hammering and shouting."

"Hang on, where are you going?" Pulling himself together Sherlock strode up the stairs behind the visitor.

"To John's flat of course, to talk to you."

"John sent you?" Sherlock loomed over her. "Who are you?"

Mrs Hudson put a hand on Sherlock's arm.

"John sent a message?" she asked softly.

"He got caught up in the blast at Kings Cross. He's okay, just temporarily deafened."

"Temporarily?" Sherlock paled. "Are you sure?"

"I'm not, he was though, said something about IED's and Afghanistan, not the first time."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, he said you're to stay here, under no circumstances are you to leave the flat 'til he gets back." She smiled. "Oh and he said to introduce myself. I'm Bernie"