no beta so all mistakes are mine... sorry.
Omega-verse
my changes
children can be recognized early on as either Alpha, eta or Omega.
Omega children are easily effected by what is said to them, positive or negative. they often take it to heart, by the time of their first heat its ingrained into their very being and can affect their whole personality.
Alpha's eyes change to amber or copper when an Omega is in heat. Omega's eyes glow a blue-green, or turquoise when in heat.
disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, cannot own Sherlock, and damn if that doesn't suck.
the problem and its history
John loved Sherlock in heat, he was so responsive to every touch, lick, push and pull. it drove John insane. He watched Sherlock writhe underneath him, pale skin flushed a light pink, lush lips red from biting. His pupils blown wide with a thin ring of electric blue-green glow. John rolled his hips and Sherlock gave loud low keening sound, when John struck his prostate. John was completely mesmerized by Sherlock the way his inky black curls fanned the bed, how those long elegant fingers displayed an unbelievable strength as he ripped the sheets in his grasp. John tightened his grip on Sherlock's hips and picked up the pace slamming home, sheathing himself in the tight heat that was Sherlock. He felt his knot forming and stilled for moment debating on to pull out the last moment or not. Sherlock answered for him, shifting himself so that Johns knot caught on the rim of his opening. John growled and picked up again faster and more erratic as his knot and pleasure built. He adjusted his angle slightly and rubbed constantly on Sherlock's prostate. Sherlock's whole tightened around John and he came with a cry his back arching impossibly high. Sherlock's come splattered his own chest. John moaned as he came berried deep inside his flatmate. He had the sense of mind enough not to collapse directly on top of Sherlock who had an intense dazed look on his face. John who was still knotted inside Sherlock didn't want to risk hurting the overly sensitive Omega beneath him by pulling out. So instead he gathered the detective in his arms as best he could and held him close. Sherlock's legs still wrapped around his waist made it slightly difficult to get comfortable but he managed, and soon fell asleep with arms full of Omega.
Three weeks later John watched Sherlock, for two weeks after his heat ended Sherlock had been extremely careful with himself not bumping into anything, taking the stairs slower and not chasing after the criminals when they ran, this week was different. He skirted being touched going so far as to snarl at anyone who came close. He nearly punched Lestrade when he grabbed Sherlock arm earlier that day when he slipped on a patch of wet grass. Mrs. Hudson seemed to be the only one immune, barely. Just a minute ago she placed her hand on his shoulder to get his attention he stiffened and shook her hand off but he answered her question.
This wasn't the first time John had seen Sherlock behave like that. When John moved in with Sherlock six months ago, two months later Sherlock went into heat and John being an Alpha 'assisted'. Sherlock had behaved the same way, two weeks of intense self preservation and another two weeks of complete withdrawal from any kind of physical touch.
John wanted to know what was wrong, it was such an extreme of Sherlock's behavior that as a doctor he couldn't help but want to find the problem. As he thought about it there was only one person really capable of answering his question, Mycroft. John grabbed his mobile and gave an excuse of nap to Sherlock as he headed for his bedroom stairs. Sherlock grunted in reply and curled in on himself tighter. Knees to his chest robe pulled tight against his skin. John sighed and went up already dialing Mycroft. he closed his bedroom door right when Mycroft picked up. "Holmes." the man answered dead panned.
"Hello, Mycroft its John."
"How is my brother?"
John sighed, "he's acting odd, well odder than normal."
"Explain."
If John didn't know any better he would have thought he heard concern in the mans voice. "Sherlock just came out of heat..." John paused unsure how to continue.
"I'm assuming that you slept with him." Mycroft said sounding slightly threatening. John was sure he hadn't imagined the tone this time.
"yeah, er anyway, I've noticed this twice now, for about two weeks after heat, he's incredibly careful with himself, going so far as to eat regularly, then for another two weeks he avoids anyone touching him. Earlier today he almost decked Greg when he grabbed Sherlock's arm to keep him from slipping."
A sigh came from the other end of the line, "this is not an easy explanation, your asking for Doctor."
"I've got all day."
"Sherlock," Mycroft paused seeming to collect his thoughts, "wants a child, always has, the older he gets the stronger the desire for him."
John frowned, "that doesn't really explain the behavior."
"I am aware," another sigh and Mycrofts voice quivered slightly. "Since his birth I had heard nothing but praises for him, I was jealous and hurt. Something you must understand, Sherlock is a genius, he is smarter than me. We can both deduce, I am faster and more accurate, but Sherlock can see the finer details. He can see people's motives their emotions why they do things, that I simply cannot. I was constantly reminded of this, my little brother the pirate the apple of my parents eye, was better, smarter,more loved, than I thought I ever would be. They never played favorites but then that's what it felt like. I was sixteen Sherlock ten, I was on winter break from boarding school and my little brother smiled and laughed as he ran around with an eye patch his friends chasing him through the snow. I hated him perfect little Sherlock.
"The day before I was to go back to school Sherlock came up to me and asked if he could ask a question. I answered an affirmative and he asked "is it odd that I want a baby?" My ten-year old brother wanted a baby, not a brother or sister, but a baby of his own. he wasn't even old enough to go into heat, but he already had nesting instincts. I was feeling vindictive and hateful and I told him "no it's not odd, you're an Omega, you can carry a child to term, you can birth them, raise them, you would be their mother." I watched his face light up, and I wanted to crush that smile, "however" I said "you wont find anyone who loves you enough, Mum and Da love you but no one else will, they can't no one can love you." Mycroft gave a pained gasp as if he were close to crying, "I did it I crushed his smile."
John listened with horror, it was common knowledge Omega children where easily influenced by their family, but what Mycroft had done had been cruel. John told him as much.
"i know" Mycroft answered his voice rough. "I realized to late what I had done. I came home for spring and he wasn't the same, he smiled less, he never laughed, his bright happy eyes where piercing and steel. He no longer had friends, the only ones he showed any love for was our parents but even that was dim. I broke my beautiful baby brother, I crushed his smile into a vague memory, I took his happiness and hope and decimated it. but what I could not do was take his wish for a child from him, in fact I made it stronger. he refuses suppressors in the hopes that one day an Alpha will come along and love him so he can have a child that he so desperately wants." when I realized that I could not fix what I had done, I took it upon myself to protect him, I am what could be called an overbearing brother." Mycroft gave a soft chuckle then stopped and took a shaky breath, "now that you know, what are you going to do?"
"I," John swallowed, "i don't know."
"Dr. Watson, what I have told you no one else knows, I recommend you keep it that way." with that the line went dead.
John hung up on his end and sat on his bed, head in hands how do you go about dealing with something like that? How do you go about fixing a preconception about someone, that it has so thoroughly ingrained itself by the first heat, how? John knew he wanted to help Sherlock but he wasn't even sure that he loved Sherlock, more than friends. John sighed and flopped back staring up at the ceiling, what he did know was that he needed an experts advice before doing anything. He closed his eyes letting himself drift off into a doze with his thought on how to help his friend.
A/N : my first try at omega-verse... not my first try at slash but i don't post those... please review it's what keeps me going.
