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.

126. Close Quarters

"You used me!"

Sally was still angry, but Moriarty bent down and grinned in her face.

"Of course he was using you, you moron, what else did you expect?" He pulled a mock sad face and adjusted the pitch of his voice up a couple of octaves. "Oh please help me Sally, keep my little brother safe."

Donovan tensed to launch at him but Greg grabbed her and pulled her close.

"Not worth it love," he said quietly. "Don't give him a reason to hurt you."

"I don't need a reason." Moriarty snapped, lashing out with his foot at the Detective Sergeant's head.

John flung himself sideways, putting his body between Moriarty and his target, reaching out to grab the other man's foot.

Following through with the kick Moriarty send John crashing to the floor at the feet of two of the hired hands. The air whooshed out of his lungs, and he scrabbled around, trying to protect himself from the blows that followed while his companions looked on helplessly.

The attack finally stopped and, bruised and bloodied John crawled back to slump against the wall by Sherlock's feet.

Under the sneering gaze of his older brother the younger man crouched down, cupping the blond man's face. Following John's eyes he looked down to see, sheltered in his fist a blade.