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.

129. Shocked and Shaken

Greg and Sally took charge of the clean-up, allowing John the time to take his shocked and shaken friend home.

Kallie and Sammy had travelled with them as far as Kings Cross, then the cab carried on to Baker Street. If the driver had any misgivings about the ill-concealed bloodstains on their clothes and the flimsy tale of being attacked by strangers he sensibly said nothing, just took their money and disappeared into the dense London traffic.

Guiding Sherlock up the stairs, John called to Mrs Hudson to join them.

"Sit." He ordered the younger man. "We need to consider what we do now."

John looked up as the landlady walked through the door carrying a tray with tea and biscuits, and he smiled widely for the first time since Mycroft had revealed himself to be in league with Moriarty.

"Bless you Mrs H!" he exclaimed grabbing one of the mugs and handing it to Sherlock, waiting only until those long pale fingers had curled around it before thrusting a couple of biscuits into his other hand. "Eat those."

Like an automaton Sherlock did as he was told while John explained the situation to the octogenarian landlady, and he let her sigh and fuss over him when the truth came out about Mycroft because right now, he just couldn't be bothered.