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.

128. Cordite and Blood

This chapter contains a Major Character Death. You are warned.

The acrid tang of cordite and the metallic small of blood filled the room, and for a brief moment nobody breathed, nobody moved.

The thud of a dead body hitting the floor jolted them all to life once more.

"Sherlock…."

"Is he dead?"

"Yeah."

Pulling himself free of the dead body beneath him, John slowly stood and reached out with blood stained hands to take his gun from Sherlock's lax fingers.

Greg and Sally herded Dimmock and the hired thugs into the corner of the room, Sally retrieving a gun from Kallie, giving her the advantage over their greater number.

With a quick nod over his shoulder to Greg, John motioned for the two members of his homeless network to wait outside, away from the blood and gore before turning his attention to his friend.

"You okay?"

"He was my brother John, I trusted him." Sherlock's voice was small and childlike. "He was going to kill you…"

Heedless of the sticky mess still covering his skin John pulled the other man close.

"But thanks to you he didn't." He whispered against the other man's cheek.

They stood clinging to each other a moment longer, but a whining voice behind them drew them apart.

"They made me Lestrade, I had no choice."

"Yes you did Dimmock," Lestrade replied. "You just chose bad."