Hi all, this is the pre-story to Seeking about how the military pack came to be. Originally I was going to hold off posting until it was done, but since Seeking is nearly to chapter 50 I figured I better get this started now.

WARNING/TAGS: Psionic Abilites, Shifters, Supernatural Elements, Bonding, BAMF John Watson, Violence, war zone

There are shifters of a variety of types and humans with the physic gifts.

The time line in my world is just a bit different than it is in Sherlock.

Oh yeah, "speaking", -texting-, telepathy-human form, telepathy-animal or mixed form, "command/alpha voice speaking" , everything else

Right now marked as having 15 chapter because that's what the rough draft looks like it will have, however that is liable to change depending on how the chapters and ACD own the parts that can be recognized

Chapter 1: Last Weeks of Uni

John's POV

Three weeks before he was to graduate with his Bachelors in Medicine and Surgery he had decided to go into the army. Now, with just a few days left until graduation he was trying to figure out how to tell his family about his choice. For most nineteen year olds it was a simple matter, but then most nineteen year olds were not elite wolves who were one of the two alpha-heirs to a wolf-pack.

In the past there would have been no question about it, he would have entered the armed forces with the entire families backing. However six members of the pack had already been lost to the Afghanistan war. All due to poor medical services provided to shifters. Another four were missing but their link was fading more daily which caused his uncle to be sure that they were dead or dying. A rather frustrating thing since there seemed to be no way for them to get their missing pack members back.

Now, as his finals approach with rapid speed, he has still not figured out how to tell his family of his plan. It is causing him a lot of headaches.

A knock at his flat door draws his mind away from the problem at hand. A quick sniff of the air tells him that it is Melisa, the wolf-child who is studying to be a pediatrician and the female he is currently sleeping with. Smiling, he gets up and stretches as he walks over to the door to pull it open, leaning down to kiss her in greeting as he does so.

"Hello beautiful," he murmurs, "how's it going?"

She smiles at him, before replying, "Boring 'til now. I was wondering if you had time to study with me."

Smiling, he pulls the door open the rest of the way for her and lets her in, while they will study for a bit, they share a lot of the same classes after all, they both know that the night will end in a far different manner.

Grinning, she saunters in with ease and sprawls on his bed, dropping her book bag next to it and pulling out her text books for the first of the classes they share together.

"Well come on," she tells him as she eyes the door that he hasn't shut yet.

Chuckling with ease, he pushes it shut with his heel before pulling off his jacket and grabbing his required book off of the desk before joining her on the bed. For a few hours they actually manage to accomplish their work and get all their shared classes homework done before closing them up and dropping the books on the floor with a shared grin.

Rubbing against him, she arches her back and presents her neck in rather canine fashion. Despite the fact she is more human than shifter, she still has her cycle like a wolf shifter female, which is to say two to three days once every three months. But those three days can be super crazy. The use of birth control works to lessen the effects of it, but not much. Normally the only time she ever gets really touchy is right before her heat starts.

So far they had been through five heats together, the first two prior to dating because she had smelled ever so fuckable and he had approached her with the offer of unconditional sex with the clear understanding that there was no bond mark so neither had claim on the other. According to his female cousins and pack mates, it was useful to have assistance during the heat. The one really useful thing about their biology is the only time a female had to worry about getting pregnant is if she was with her bondmate when having sex with a shifter male. She had accepted that first offer and they had spent most the weekend in his apartment with him introducing her to the use of a shifter lover instead of a human one.

Over the next couple of months they really didn't talk to each other, he still dated and enjoyed his late nights with a variety of females, human and shifter alike, but always on the clear understanding that nothing was coming from the relationship. For some reason the girls were always for it. Particularly among the shifter girls where he gained a reputation for knowing how to keep them satisfied during the heats, not something that was easy to do apparently. It meant that he never had to go a weekend without female companionship if he wanted. Then almost three months after her first heat, she had approached him to see if they could repeat it again and he had agreed. By the time her third heat rolled around they were mostly dating, though he still occasionally slept with other girls during their heats. Now they were approaching the end of their time at uni and with it the end of their relationship.

"So, it's Thursday night, we have only study hall tomorrow and my heat starts tomorrow. Let's say we make it one for the record books?" she suggests in a husky murmur against his throat as she turns to press her nose against his throat. "We both know as soon as we graduate this ends. I am thinking of finding a nice stable human wolf-child, then if we want kids we can have them, and I can start establishing myself and a home, possibly get accepted into a fringe pack."

Smiling, he nuzzles her neck and shoulder a bit, enjoying the scent of her as her body shifts from normal to heat. He always loved the way a females scent changed before their heat, it became ever so attractive, at the same time it was not overwhelming the way he had been told the scent between bondmates could become. Running a trail of kisses down her shoulder, he replies, "That would be acceptable." Nibbling at her shoulder blade he suggests, "How about we stock up the fridge, have one last night on the town, and then retreat back here?"

"Sounds amazing," she moans as he runs the flat of his tongue against the pulse in her throat.

Smiling, he is on his feet and ready to go before she has had a chance to even process.

"You're a tease," she informs him with a mischievous smile.

As she stands, he catches her against him, pulling her close to kiss her softly before suggesting, "Why don't you go get ready and I will pick you up in one hour?"

Nodding, she kisses him back one more time before grabbing her book bag and head out.

Once she is gone, he heads to the local grocer to pick up a variety of foods for them to snack on over the next couple of days. At the grocer he spends a few minutes talking to the cashier, a young wolf from his pack who had just recently moved to London and was establishing herself in the area. Afterwards, he heads back to his room to put the food up before bathing and changing into an outfit he is sure she will appreciate with well fitting black slacks and a nice royal blue button down shirt, with matching black socks and shoes. Like most wolves, he prefers not to wear any sort of scent besides his own and at times his body-wash. Smiling at the image he presents in the mirror, he runs a quick hand through his short hair, musing it just a bit before doing one last inventory and heading out.

When he gets to Melisa's dorm room, he knocks twice, waiting for her to open the door as is polite. He had stopped at the flower shop earlier on his way home to pick up a bouquet sweet-peas, zinnias, white heathers, and cattails.

It is less than a minute later when she pulls the door open, smiling and dressed in her favorite light blue dress, a small bag on the floor by the door.

"Hello again, beautiful," he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss her softly before handing the flowers to her.

Accepting the flowers, she smells them, her smile growing before she turns to put them in a vase. As custom dictates, she sets the vase on the table by her bedside before stating, "Thank you," her voice soft and just a little sad.

Turning back to him, she comes swaying over, long black hair curling around her as she does so, "Shall we go have a great last few days?" her voice is once more cheerful as she accepts his arm and the two of them leave, pulling the door shut behind them.

"I have arranged for a table at your favorite restaurant, then I figured we could go to the club where we spent our first official date, before returning to the flat." he tells her as they head toward the parking lot.

She smiles, nodding, her scent content.

The trip to the restaurant goes smoothly, while he does not drive all the time, he is still rather proficient at it. Upon reaching the restaurant he politely opens the door for her and walks her in, still showing all the courtesy that he feels is appropriate for a date. Dinner goes smoothly with the two of them chatting and flirting, just enjoying each other's company. When they are done, they walk down the block to the club where they had had their first actual date. The next several hours are spent with them dancing, cuddling, and occasionally making out until very early in the morning, at which point he escorts her back to the car and then drives them back to his place.

When they get to his flat, he grabs her bag from the back seat and the two of them head in. Nothing more than a good cuddle occurs between the two of them. His compact body wrapped around her slender one in sleep.

Morning comes early for him, as he tends to wake up at five thirty daily. Upon waking, he slips out of the bed carefully, making sure not to disturb Melisa as he does so. After using the bathroom to complete his normal morning clean up, he dresses in loose fitting black sleeping pants and heads into the kitchen part of the apartment to make a quick breakfast of blueberry pancakes. Once it is done, he places it on a dining tray along with the syrup, butter, and orange juice to go with before heading over to the corner of the room with the bed.

Setting it down on the night stand, he perches on the edge of the bed and leans over her, kissing her until she awakens. He can smell her need as her body goes into heat. Slowly she comes to, kissing him back languidly, gentle little presses of lips and tongue.

"Hmmmmm, John," she moans when they finally pause to breath.

"Morning," he murmurs as he kisses her one more time before sitting up to grab the tray of breakfast.

She smiles as she sees the tray, shifting to sit further up on the bed. "Thank you," she whispers as she leans forward to kiss him again.

Breakfast goes wonderfully for the pair as they take turns feeding each other pancakes, kissing, and cuddling. The amount of affection is high in the air and it is not long after they finish eating that her body really begins to need. He can smell the instant her heat fully begins.

After taking the dishes to the sink, he returns to the bed, pressing her down into the pillows as he proceeds to kiss her senseless. Within minutes she is moaning into his mouth has her slender fingering sink into his ash blonde hair.

"I'm going to miss this," she murmurs as he begins to kiss, lick, and nip his way down her jaw to her throat.

Any other time she would be a more active participate, but he had made it clear early on that when she was in heat to just allow him to enjoy himself, so she does and takes pleasure in every moment of it. He has very talented hands and as those hand move to gently cup her breasts, the thumb flickering over her already hardening nipple she finds herself gasping again, her body moving of its own accord as she rubs against him.

He can smell her need and smiles against her throat as he continues to work his way down her body, stopping to suck at her breasts, first the left then the right, before running the flat of his tongue down the centerline of her stomach, dipping it slowly into her belly button before continuing on. When he gets to her panties, he slowly peals them back with his fingers even as his talented tongue dances over the light line they leave in her skin.

"John," she sighs as she tries to arch up into him, only one arm has her held in place.

Her body is still as he then traces the junction of her legs, nosing at the downy black curls without ever giving her what she is craving. She is whimpering, needing, and smells divine in her current state. He loves the smell of ready female, even more so when he knows that said female is truly content with what's going on.

Smirking, he by passes her hidden spot to continue kissing down her legs, taking the time to lick and nip at each one in turn. By the time he reaches her ankles she is sobbing with need and the scent is filling the entire apartment. His smirk seems to grow as she does so. Just as slowly making his way back up her body he pauses momentarily at the junction of her thighs to slip his tongue into that wet warmth he knows awaits him there. Sure enough, the taste of her arousal is potent and with a low growl, he surges up the rest of her body, catching her lips with his just as he pushes all the way in on the first slide.

He is not sure which one of them moans, only that she seems to still be moaning as his hips start to piston back and forth in a rapid, pulsing ride. She whimpers, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer even as he lifts her hips just the slightest, changing the positioning that their bodies connect in the littlest bit and hitting up against that sweet spot that has her begging for more. Within minutes she is coming hard around him and he just smiles and keeps on kissing her, swallowing every noise that escapes her mouth as he pounds her into the mattress.

As he feels her second orgasm build, he against shifts his hips, this time making it so he goes deeper, enjoying the feeling of her clinching around him in need.

"John!" she keens as her crest hits again. He can smell the break in her cycle, the first of several that she will have. Moments later the both of them are coming, him groaning into her mouth even as she screams into his.

Several minutes pass as they lay there, his body covering hers but supported by his arms.

Smiling devilishly he inquires, "Care to have a go in the shower?"

She grins back at him, bucking up into his hips and causing him to stir again. "Maybe in a while," she murmurs in reply as she pushes against him, enjoying the groan that escapes.

It is a long while before they make it to that shower and by the time that they do, he has found that he is hungry again so the time in the shower is rather brief with the only thing happening is their getting clean.

After the shower they eat again, this time some fruit off of a premade fruit tray he had picked up for just this purpose. Like breakfast several hours before it is filled with flirting and teasing as they eat, also like breakfast it ends up leading into something more just not as quickly. This time, she is the one to put the dishes up, going to place the food inside the fridge before coming back to bed. Only she never makes it to the bed, because as she passes by the sofa in front of the fire place he pounces, moving faster than she is used to, pressing her roughly against it as his blunt fingers rub along her back and ass, making her moan.

He smirks as he pushes her legs apart and slowly starts to push up into her without any other warning. She begs and pleads, asking him and whatever god who is listening for mercy, for more, for satisfaction.

He merely smiles as he answers against her neck, "I'll satisfy you, that's a promise, but first, first let's have a little fun."

She moans in response trying to push back against him but unable to because he is holding her in place, caging her body against the sofa with his own, his hips moving in a steady pattern as he thrusts in, withdraws, circles, and repeats. Before long she is a simmering mass of wolf-child just begging to be filled and fill her he does until she is screaming her pleasure.

The next two days go much the same with only short breaks for food and drink, and the occasional loo break as well. Most the time is spent with him locked inside her, filling her, and making her wish that a mark would appear even though she knew it was futile. He on the other hand was having a hard time not listening in on her thoughts as she occasionally projected to him.

When they were done, her heat spent and their weekend over, she carefully collects up all her things before walking to the door.

"Someday John you're going to have the perfect mate for you and I hope I am there to see it," she murmurs to him as she kisses his cheek, "Goodbye."

He nuzzles his nose against her hair for a moment, pulling her close for one last hug, before kissing her back and replying, "Goodbye Melisa, I think you will do great, just have faith in yourself."

A sad smile curls her lips and he can smell her sorrow but also her hope as she walks out the door for the last time.

That night after she has been long gone he cleans each and every inch of the apartment, removing all scents from it besides his own. Not only does he do so out of tradition he also does so because he does not wish to be distracted in this last week when exams will be so important. When he is done with that, he fishes out his books and proceeds to study, tomorrow is the first day of exams.

Over the next four days he completes each and every exam. Attending the finals and enjoying saying goodbye to his friends. Some of the classes go easily, the exams requiring little effort to complete. Other classes take more effort to complete the exams. Despite that, he is certain that he has done well in all of his classes and that his exams will have high scores. By the time he makes it home on the fourth day he is exhausted and he barely thinks as he collapses onto his bed.

He has completed his Bachelors in Medicine at nineteen years old. While the grades will not be final until the end of next week at the same time as when they are to do the graduation ceremony, he is certain that he is going to have some of the highest in his graduating class.

Now he has the harder task to do, the part he dreads, telling his uncle that he has decided to enlist as a military doctor. It will allow him to pay for his medical degree himself and find out what has been happening to the shifters who have joined the forces. Yet at the same time he knows that it is going to be a fight on his hands from his family because he is one of the heirs to the pack leadership and because this is mostly a human war.

AN: the flower boutique he gets her means the following:

Sweet-peas: thank you for a lovely time.

Zinnias: lasting affection in memory.

White heathers: wish will come true.

Cattails: peace and prosperity.

Thus the overall meaning equals: thank you for the lovely time, I will remember you with affection, may all your wishes come true in peace and prosperity.