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.

116. Cold Obsidian Eyes

"What time is it?" John asked, flopping back on the pillows as Sherlock closed his call to his brother.

The younger man glanced at the clock on his phone.

"Ten twenty, we must have slept the night through." He paused, leaning down and running his knuckles gently down John's cheek, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. "You needed it."

With a soft smile John reached up and pulled the other man in for another swift kiss then swung out of bed, heading for the door.

"We need to get dressed, get on the road." He said as he hurried up the stairs. "Can't leave Kallie to deal with this on her own."

"Mycroft should have the answers for us shortly." Sherlock called after him as he shrugged into his clothes.

Mrs Hudson opened the door.

"Boys? Are you decent?"

"Come in Mrs H." John walked back down the stairs.

"You need to see this." Mrs Hudson switched on the television.

"…was just the beginning, shall we call it a wake-up call…"

Sherlock joined them, his attention drawn to the screen.

"…A way to tell you all that I've returned…. Did you miss me?"

The screen froze on a smiling picture of the speaker. Sherlock and Mrs Hudson stared at the cold obsidian eyes, but John knew that voice.

"Moriarty's back."