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The Omega	By : themuller Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Omega
- 2-Breathe
- 3-Plans gone wrong
- 4-At your service
- 5-Shower
- 6-Hooked
- 7-Baby
- 8-Examination
- 9-O+
- 10-The scheme
- 11-Birth
- 12-Heat
- 13-Epilogue
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Sherlock was furious. One side of the matter was Moriarty's threat to take the child once she was born; the other side was his obnoxious brother and this incompetent lawyer of his.
Clearly Moriarty had the law on his side, but that shouldn't leave a lawyer writhing his hands and begging Moriarty to listen to him. Experienced with Omegas? Hardly, Sherlock thought annoyed.
And Mycroft? He just stood there in the middle of the room, looking by all means as if his favourite toy had been stolen from him. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow, concentrating on the smallest signs of emotions on his brother's face. Sherlock's first thought had been that Mycroft against all odds was concerned about John. Unlikely, Sherlock considered irritated. Don't let your own emotions interfere with the facts he scolded himself. Not John, but the child. Sherlock contemplated the idea for a moment, and then forced himself back on track.
John was starting to panic. Sherlock could feel it like a wave of pain in his chest. The bond, he wondered, but how? We haven't even shared a heat yet. Doesn't matter right now; keep your priorities in line!
Sherlock turned his focus back to John, who was hanging on by a thread. Moriarty continued his verbal assault trying to force him down on his knees, while none of the three Alphas seemed willing or able to help John. Feeling abandoned and alone, John tried to keep himself from submitting to Moriarty's demand for obedience. Sherlock closed his eyes, hoping that John would understand what he was about to do. Sherlock stretched out his legs in front of him, leaned back in his chair, one arm resting on the table, the other hanging loosely over the back of the chair.
Every move was performed to show Sherlock's cool detachment from whatever was happening around him. One last look at John, whose wide eyes were a cry for help locking with his, one last deep breath, wrinkling his nose when he realised that the room was filled with the smell of Moriarty and his neutered Alpha, then Sherlock turned to look at nothing in particular.
"Take him if you want to," Sherlock's deep voice cut effortlessly through Moriarty's high-pitched singsong and the room went dead silent.
Sherlock let his head fall back, looking utterly bored by the whole proceedings, while his inside cried out to hold John, to soothe him, take him, mark him. John's shock felt like a stab in Sherlock's breast and he had to suppress a wince. He gave nothing away to the bystanders, but he couldn't look at John, knowing that he had to keep his apparent composure if he wanted his plan to work.
While Mike stood gasping, Mycroft had to shift, surprise crumbling his aloof facade. Moriarty was smirking, thinking himself the winner already. Everything like Sherlock had anticipated, except for Moran. He had moved close to John, openly sniffing him. That had to be stopped immediately, Sherlock decided. With one fluent movement he came to stand in Moriarty's personal space, Sherlock's eyes roaming predatorily over Moriarty's body.
Moran huffed and turned away from John, pushing in between Sherlock and Moriarty, ready to fight down Sherlock. Sherlock just shrugged his shoulders.
"Take him, but know that by taking him from his Alpha, he'll lose his child within the next twenty four hours," Sherlock said coolly, rolling his eyes when he heard another gasp from Mike.
Moriarty had barely registered what Sherlock was saying. Sherlock's pheromones were enveloping him and his eyes were dark with lust, his nostrils flaring. Moran was working himself into a rage, and Sherlock gave him a challenging wink before he turned towards the table. Waving his hand dismissively at the piece of paper, which contained John's notes about the miscarriages, Sherlock stepped back from the table.
"Am I right to believe, you trust your father's research?" Sherlock left them to draw their own conclusions, standing with his back to them and John. Closing his eyes, he could feel John's anger. Good, he thought, hold on to that, John. Sherlock turned watch the others figuring out what the notes meant.
Mike had given up on deciphering any doodles, too confused by the whole situation. Mycroft was the first to react, his face distorted in disgust when he realised the implications of the figures and notes. Moran couldn't be bothered with any paperwork. A possessive hand was placed on Moriarty's hips, and Moran had to visibly restrain himself from marking Moriarty, pulling him as close as possible. Moriarty's eyes were focussed on Sherlock before he deliberately forced himself to turn his attention to the paper.
It took mere seconds for Moriarty to comprehend what was put before him. He drew in a breath and his eyes went wide. He had to steady himself, putting his hands on the table, when he fully understood who had been subjected to this experiments of his father. The Professor's third Omega had been like a mother to Moriarty - and his own father had... Moriarty suppressed a sob, straightened himself, pushing a puzzled Moran away. With narrowed eyes he glared at Sherlock.
"I want that baby," he hissed at him, then turned to John using his mocking tone again. "And you, Baby, you better keep your new Daddy occupied, because I'll make sure the two of you'll stay right here, until you've delivered that baby to me!"
Moriarty stormed out of the room, closely followed by Moran who sent one last glare at Sherlock, who returned it with a small smile and a blink.
With a frown on his face Sherlock turned to Mike.
"Can he do that?" he asked concerned.
"The law is protecting the late Alpha's, erhm, property," Mike explained uneasy, glancing nervously at John, who had moved to the window, once Moriarty and Moran were gone. His back to the room, arms crossed. "Normally Mr Moriarty would have taken John with him and, well, he would have become second-bonded with Mr Moriarty's Alpha," Mike paused, muttering the next part under his breath. "Nothing normal about this case, though."
Mike sighed heavily.
Sherlock cast a glance at John, and then turned to Mycroft.
"Make sure John and I can stay here for now - no visits from Moriarty or Moran! I'll need to be able to leave every now and then. John is not to be disturbed in any way, am I making myself clear on this?" Sherlock drew himself to his full height, his powerful Alpha pheromones permeating the room. This was his territory now, and the other two Alphas were trespassing.
"And get a doctor here as fast as possible, Mycroft. I need to know if John and the child are alright," Sherlock was issuing orders, not requests, and Mycroft looked unexpectedly smug about this. Sherlock had no time to wonder why that might be, he practically threw the two other Alphas out of the room, closing and locking the door behind them, and finishing with putting a chair under the door handle for good measure.
Sherlock had felt John's anger increase during the past minutes. Not quite sure how to act, since the immediate threat was taken care of, Sherlock touched John's shoulder tentatively.
"What's wrong, J-" Sherlock was cut off when John swivelled round to face him.
"WHAT'S WRONG?! Have you even been here the last ten minutes?" John was actually shouting. "My child is dealt with like some kind of property, no longer a human being," John was leaning forward, looking ready to punch someone. "I'm a piece of property. We're going to be stuck here for the next months. And my bondmate is blatantly flirting with a bonded Omega, who's a madman trying to take revenge on me for some reason."
John took a deep breath, furrowing his brow when the different smells hit him. He had never got used to the mixture of Moriarty's almost nauseating sweet scent and Moran's odd dark smell.
Sherlock stood in front of him with narrowed eyes. He took one more step into John's personal space. John didn't retreat; instead he lifted his head and looked defiantly into Sherlock's eyes. Something inside Sherlock shifted and found it's place. This was his John, his brave, resilient Omega, and he was going to take him, mark him, make him his.
"You're mine, John," his deep baritone sent shivers down John's spine, but he kept his eyes locked with Sherlock's. "I'm going to mark you, to show the world who you belong to. And I'm going to bond with you. When all of this is over and done with, as soon as you're in heat, I am going to bond with you."
John felt dizzy. The words should have been threatening, but they felt like a promise. Sherlock was his Alpha, offering security, someone to belong to, and someone he could trust with both his own and his unborn child's life.
Without losing eye contact John slowly bared his neck to Sherlock, who grabbed John's head and shoulder, pulling him closer. Licking and kissing his way down John's neck, Sherlock stopped over the pulse point, biting without breaking skin. John moaned, melting into Sherlock's arms. Sherlock continued to suck the mark, making sure it would be visible for the next days. When he was satisfied with his work, he stroked gently down John's back, taking in their shared scent. John sighed, and then pulled back, his blue eyes almost black. He had to blink a few times, before he could focus.
"Sherlock," John's voice was thick, but he shook his head, swallowed. This was serious; he needed to know what was going on, what might happen to him.
"Take me through this case, I want to know if there is the slightest chance that James could be implicated. If that's the case, it might give me a chance to keep my child," John had moved to Sherlock's wall of notes.
"Give us a chance to keep our child, John," Sherlock said softly into John's ear, standing behind him and pulling him into a tender hug, caressing John's belly. Before John was able to respond, Sherlock continued.
"The female Omega Plus has done the actual killing. She admitted to it, but is in a very fragile state. Mycroft has taken her to one of his secure facilities together with her guardian. They're bonding right now, because Mycroft figures that will enhance her chances of survival."
John didn't understand. "Why would she need to bond?"
"She's traumatised. Apparently more than you were," Sherlock tried to explain.
"But that doesn't make sense. She knew what she was doing, and she wasn't even bonded with the Professor... or was she?" John tried to turn in Sherlock's arms, but to no avail. Sherlock kept him firmly in place, making it possible for him to feel the small movements in John's stomach.
"No," he clarified, "she wasn't bonded. And yes, she knew, what she was doing, but there are several inconsistencies. The Professor had met her at the club. He left earlier than expected because of an emergency. Someone had called the club and told them to tell the Professor that you've been injured. The man, it seems, knew which room the Professor had booked and whom he was with. When they delivered the message, the Professor hurried home," John was shifting. It surprised him that the Professor actually had worried about him.
"A few minutes later someone else entered the room and asked the Omega to follow him," Sherlock paused. John frowned.
"But then she wasn't alone. Someone set her up. She must have seen, who it was," again John tried to turn around, but Sherlock still wouldn't let him.
"He wore a mask - "
"Come on, you're kidding me," John said disbelieving.
"Sex club, remember? Quite common for the members to wear masks," Sherlock explained, kissing his mark, before he carried on. "But she had been with the man before. He always wears a mask. And was, I quote, 'a funny smelling Alpha', unquote."
"What? Sebastian, he's a neutered -", John said.
"Yes, John, but she would know the smell of a neutered Alpha," Sherlock shifted a bit. "Probably the Alpha had disguised his scent with some kind of aroma. He was a man, so much is for sure, but he could be any second gender. Changing ones scent for just an evening is not a problem, John," Sherlock sounded condescending and John huffed. How was he supposed to know?
"They followed the Professor home and then the man gave the Omega the knife, called out to the Professor and gave her an order, which she carried through without thinking twice," Sherlock's voice had petered out, remembering something.
"The financial scam," John whispered, this time he was able to turn around, looking up into Sherlock's eyes.
"Yes," he answered slowly, "not manipulating financial markets, but people. Turning someone into a killer. Brainwashing."
He went silent, and John thought frantically.
"But, wouldn't that be some kind of hypnosis? I mean," John swallowed, "What about me? If you say the wrong words, would I try to kill you? Or kill someone else?"
Sherlock pulled John close again.
"I doubt it'll work that way, John. You must have some kind of inclination to do so. Even hypnotised you can't be made to kill someone. But you certainly can be used in other ways," Sherlock replied thoughtfully. "Of course, if you're trained to kill, if you perceive someone or something as a threat... Whenever Mycroft came back to the events before the killing, the Omega answered in the exact same way, same words, same sentences..."
Sherlock went silent.
"This Alpha-guy told her, that the Professor was a threat? And then gave her the means to kill him? But she knew him, why would she feel threatened by him?" John tried to object.
"John," Sherlock was amused, "you were bonded with the Professor! What if I told you, he wanted to kill your child?"
John closed his eyes and remembered the last punishment. He had been afraid for the little one. If he had had a knife or any other weapon - he didn't want to think it through. He cleared his throat and nodded.
"Okay," he said hoarsely. "But afterwards? She must have had blood on her clothes? And how did they get through the city without being noticed?"
"Oh, but they were noticed, but nobody thought anything about it. The man's mask was very discrete. And when he took the Omega back, he pulled his coat around her. At the club she was cleaned up and told to keep her mouth shut. She did. Until I found her and Mycroft started to interrogate her," Sherlock explained. John shuddered, thinking about being interrogated by Mycroft.
"He can be very seductive," Sherlock whispered into John's ear, knowing John's thoughts. "Runs in the Holmes family," he added with a smirk, nibbling at John's mark again, and enjoying John's resulting whimper.
John pulled his neck away from Sherlock. He needed to get this straight.
"So, the Professor finds this Omega Plus. Had he been looking for her? What about the other guy? Had he been looking for her as well or did he just follow the Professor?"
"It seems as if the Professor had been looking for her for several years. For you as well. He got the timing right with you, needing you close, so he bonded with you as soon as he had the opportunity. He was not so fortunate with her. So he visited her at the club at least once a week as soon as he had found her. He wanted to take her as a second-bonded, but her guardian wouldn't allow it. According to her guardian, he treated her nice enough. Not too many marks on her after a session with the Professor, but sometimes she acted strange. Like you did the other day, when I - " Sherlock stopped when the memories flooded his mind. He shook his head. "She would freeze or become very submissive all of a sudden. The guardian could make a list of phrases and words that had that effect on her."
"But you've no clue as to this other man? When he started at the club, didn't someone see him without his mask? How about a cabbie?" John asked again, stroking his belly.
"So far, we've not been able to find someone who saw or knows anything," Sherlock said displeased.
John's shoulder sagged. Not much hope to connect Sebastian or James with this then. At least not for now. They both stood in silence, both caressing John's stomach, and being rewarded with strong kicks, making them both smile.
A knock on the door pulled them out of their reverie.
"Who -?"
"The doctor," Sherlock answered.
John sighed and moved towards the door, but Sherlock beat him to it. After what happened with Moriarty and Moran, he wasn't going to let John get close to the door.
Taking away the chair, unlocking, and warily opening the door, Sherlock checked who was standing outside, before welcoming the doctor in.
"Oh, what a nice little creature," he exclaimed on seeing John.
John rolled his eyes and sighed. One of those doctors, he thought. He sent Sherlock a warning glance and shook his head, and then he obediently bowed his head, waiting for instructions. Sherlock on the other hand was ready to tell the doctor off, only stopped by another glare from John.
"Would you please make it take its cloth of, makes it a lot easier to examine," the doctor placed his bag on the sofa, rummaging through its contents. Sherlock murmured something unintelligible and John started to undress himself, neatly placing his clothes on one of the chairs.
"That's a nice little Omega, being so well behaved," the doctor babbled on. Sherlock's eyes were as black as thunder, and John had to hide a smile.
"Would you please hold its wrists? They tend to become a little fidgety when I start examining them, you know," the doctor explained, waiting for Sherlock to grab John's wrist and holding them behind his back. "I wonder why," Sherlock whispered angrily behind John. John had to suppress a grin.
Without any kind of warning, the doctor started to poke at John's stomach, while prattling on about what a well trained Omega John was. John supposed it was the doctor's idea of soothing a frightened little kid. Definitely not working on John, though, who was fighting a laughing fit, while Sherlock looked like he was ready to commit murder.
"It's a bit thin, but the baby is fine. A bit on the small side," John tuned out the doctor's voice as soon as he heard 'baby'. Sherlock step closer to John's back, letting go of his wrists and instead caressed his arms soothingly.
"Could you put it on the sofa? I need to feel if everything is in order with the intestines. Always a problem with these male ones, isn't it?"
Sherlock's patience was wearing thin, but he helped John on the sofa, legs spread widely, pillows under his back to give the doctor better access. John tried to relax, forcing himself to stay still when the doctor pushed one of his instruments into him. Sherlock was seething by the time the doctor finished up, declaring that everything was progressing satisfactorily and once more congratulating Sherlock on obtaining such a 'nice specimen'. Sherlock let the doctor leave without harming him, closed and locked the door, before he grumbled, "I'm going to kill Mycroft!"
John lay back on the sofa and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Sherlock asked astonished.
"You!" John gasped out. "You would've killed him, right? God, that guy is a doctor. I really thought these people only existed in romance novels and the like."
John's laughter was infectious and Sherlock joined in. He sat down on the sofa, pulling John close and kissed him softly.
"Our child is alright," he muttered, looking into John's bright blue eyes. John hiccupped a few times, and then grew serious.
"If everything goes according to plan with this pregnancy, we've three months left to find something that can be used against James," John said, looking hopefully at the wall of notes.
Sherlock took John into his arms. "We'll find a way, John, I promise."
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