What Did They Do

By: AndiKaneUnderwood

Milo, Zach, and Melissa are specially trained operations and work as a team alongside Mort, they're also aged up to about 18/19.

I've finally rescued you from that science lab that those scientists brought you to after they kidnapped you and oh, God what did they do to you?

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Zakiya Underwood (better known as Zak), for all intents and purposes, thought herself to be a good Alpha. She was attentive, patient, and kind. She took care of her Omega and she didn't understand why this had happened to him. He was a good kid and very optimistic.

Her Omega, Milo Murphy (who "suffered" from Murphy's Law, as did his father Martin), had been kidnapped by scientists to discover why Murphy's Law did what it did and wreaked havoc on his life.

To Zak that translated to:

Dissect and leave nothing uncovered.

And damn if that didn't trigger Alpha rage.

It triggered Melissa's too, but the pair where very different Alphas, and so where the Rages.

She hasn't seen Milo in two months, nor had she felt anything through the Bond. Milo would never shut down their Bond. He loved being able to talk without speaking and share feelings and thoughts. So it was troubling she couldn't feel it. She knew it was the scientists fault.

God, what Zak wouldn't do to go back in time and stop Milo from going in that building. But you couldn't stop Milo from saving people.

Especially when he knew he could and he was only one up to the task.

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"Milo, it's unstable!" Zak warned, helping Mort up and grabbing Milo's arm to stop him.

"I have to help them, Zak. I'm the only one who can help, I've worked like this all my life, and I can do it." Milo replied, tugging on his hold with the pleading puppy dog eyes no one could resist.

Zak paused a minute, looking into those eyes. "Milo, you're only a few days away from Heat." She began, but seeing the beg poised on her Omega's lips, she sighed and relented. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she groaned, "Oh, I'm gonna regret this when we get back to base. Okay, go on, but be careful."

Milo grinned brightly and when he leaned in to press a kiss to Zak's cheek, Zak could smell the mix of the dog Milo owned, strawberries, and almonds. "I love you." She whispered, lightly taking Milo's hand, one of Milo's Soft Points (1), and rubbing the back with her thumb.

"I love you, too. I'll be right back." He promised, and then he was gone.

The people he'd gone to get came out. Milo didn't.

Zak waited until the police got on scene, but Milo didn't return.

When Zak went to investigate, all she found was Milo's backpack, a test tube, and a hand written note in his writing that spoke only one word. Help.

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Zak growled low in her throat as she stared through the binoculars. They'd finally gotten permission to go after Milo after two months and a threat from Zak.

(No one wanted to mess with a Bonded pair, much less Bonded SoulMates (because that's exactly what they where). It was safe to say that, yeah, Zak would get her way.)

She could see the scientists that had taken Milo. But she couldn't see Milo.

She hoped that he was okay; her poor Omega had already gone through two Heats without her.

(One Heat without an Alpha at least present could have fatal effects on the Omega since they wouldn't be aware once post-Heat hit. Two was just suicide.)

Then she growled. No self respecting Alpha would leave an Omega alone during Heat. The mere thought of someone else touching her Omega like that.

Oh, they'd wish they'd never been born.

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Milo gasped, wreathing against the sheets, trying to stop the heat creeping up his body.

They'd injected him with some kind of chemical that mimicked Omega Heats to see what Murphy's Law would react like when he was aware.

If they'd have simply come to him and asked he'd have told them everything he knew if he knew it.

But no, they had to kidnap him and shove him in a too-small containment room that was barely big enough for a bed and run experiment after test after experiment to see what Murphy's Law did and how it worked.

Jeez, could this be over? He missed Melissa and Mort. He missed his Mom and Dad and he missed Sara. He missed Zak.

He groaned, a whine pushing passed his pale lips, as another stab of painful, restricting heat hit his torso.

This was gonna be a long night.

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"Chaser, Drums, check in." Zak demanded, pushing a finger to her Comm.

"Clear on the South side," replied Melissa.

"Copy, Chaser."

"Clear on the West," added Mort.

"Copy, Drums. Move in, distract the guards while I find Danger." Zak put her hand in her lap, mentally preparing herself for what she would find.

Milo had already been through two Heats without her there.

What state would she find him in? And perhaps the more important question, would he be alive?

Zak shook her head. She had to find him first. She could worry about the "what ifs" later.

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A crash came from somewhere outside his room. Milo arched away from his suffocating walls, trying to sit up and see through the glass slot in the door.

After a few minutes, another crash came, closer that before.

Milo groaned, panting hard, and hoped it was his team. He really wanted to go home now.

After twenty minutes of crashes and thumps and cracks, he heard voices outside the door.

The fake Heat had finally stopped, the chemicals passing through his body within the hour since they'd administered it.

Unfortunately, it made him tired and sore afterwards, and from the low levels of pain he felt, and the different kind of heat in his lower torso, he also had internal bleeding. Perfect.

"Danger?" Called a worried voice.

Melissa.

"Danger!" Called another.

Mort.

"Milo!" Screamed a female, frantic, familiar voice.

Zak.

Milo groaned, low and pain filled.

Zak's voice came from outside his room. "Milo?" She asked. "Milo, can you hear me?"

"Zak?" Milo questioned weakly.

"Milo! Yes, I'm here." Zak replied, "Guys! Over here!"

Melissa and Mort came over and Zak gave some orders under his breath. "We'll have you out in a minute, Milo, okay?"

"Okay." Milo agreed. They could have him out in six days and Milo would be fine. All he cared about was going home and seeing his Alpha. And now, that was finally happening.

With a few clicks, dings, and grinds, the door was opened and Milo threw up a hand, eyes squinting at the sudden return light.

"Milo!" Zak cried, and warmth enveloped the brunet's body as he was pulled up to rest against a strong chest. "Oh, my gosh, you're flushed. Are you sick?" Zak fretted.

Milo let Zak's voice wash over him as she tried to figure out what was wrong and tears well up in his eyes as he was held tightly to her chest. He let himself relax, leaning into her chest with a sigh. I'm okay. I promise. He pushed the words through the Bong he'd been forced to ignore for the past two months. Relief crashed into his chest when Zak's response flooded his mind.

You're okay. Zak pulled Milo closer. Oh, you're alright. I was so worried. You're warm though.

Zak's face went from relief to confusion when Milo whimpered at her touch to his torso.

Milo? She asked.

Milo simply shook his head. The message was clear, even when he wasn't saying a word, through their Bond or spoken out loud. Not here. "Please, take me home." He whispered.

"Okay." Zak stood, and held out a hand, helping Milo get slowly to his feet.

When he nearly collapsed, Zak held him steady with an arm around his waist. "Easy now, Milo, I've got you." She promised and a few tears actually slipped down his pale cheeks.

Oh, God. What did they do? What did they do to you? She asked him mentally, noticing he was clinging to her tighter than normal, noticing the tears, and how he looked lost and afraid when she let him go.

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Zak sighed, waiting for Milo to wake up as she sat next to his hospital bed.

The chairs where something she'd never sit in, she'd promised herself that, but here she was, sitting in an uncomfortable orange chair with her head in one hand, and the other hand attached to Milo's pale fingers. She'd do anything for Milo; even sit in these awful, awful, chairs.

She checked his pulse regularly and her eyes lingered on his chest to make sure he was breathing.

"Oh, Milo. What did they do to you?" Zak asked her sleeping Mate.

She knew Milo had gone into surgery because of internal bleeding in his lower stomach, but no one had told her anything else.

A soft moan drew her attention to the bed and the tightening of Milo's fingers around her hand while her own rested at his wrist.

"Zak?" He asked softly, blearily blinking hickory colored eyes at the Alpha.

"Shh, Milo, I'm right here." Zak soothed, petting deep brown hair and letting her hand trail down to frame his face.

Milo leaned into her touch with a soft sigh of relief. "It wasn't a dream." He whispered.

"Milo, I have to know. Milo, what did they do to you?" Zak asked, stroking the backs of his hands, his favorite Soft Point.

Milo went quiet and still.

This immediately put Zak on edge. Milo was very fidgety and very rarely sat still (excluding his Heats). If he was still now, how bad had it truly been?

Would Milo be able to bounce back from this like he usually did?

Tears worked their way down Milo's cheeks and Zak prepared for many a long night of comforting her hurting Mate.

"It was mostly dark and very quiet the first couple of hours." He begins, looking down almost as if ashamed, "Then, after three hours a woman came in asking me all these questions about who I was and how Murphy's Law worked. After four days, my Heat hit... And they s-sent this big male in. H-he... He..." Given his reluctance to continue, Zak had a good idea of what this man's life job was.

"He was supposed to service you?" Zak asked, so that Milo wouldn't have to tell her.

Hickory eyes squeezed closed and Milo nodded, one hand covering his mouth and the other clamped tight in Zak's.

"H-he d-didn't fit. I-it... I-It hurt. I-I tried t-to t-tell him." Tears slid down Milo's face.

"He didn't do during preHeat (2)." Zak hissed, coal eyes narrowing to a fine line.

Milo's body shook with silent sobs, remembering phantom pain and terrifying memories. That told Zak all she needed to know.

Shh, Milo, it's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. I'm never leaving you again. Zak pushed comfort through the Bond alongside the promises she intend to keep.

She wrapped her arms around her distressed Omega and felt him lean against her. She felt pride for her Omega to allow himself to assume such a vulnerable position (3).

Zak slowly rocked her body, feeding Milo a steady supply of safetyhomeI'mherecalmcomfort as his tears soaked her shoulder and the front of her tank top.

Milo's tears slowly dissipated as he calmed down and exhaustion took place of the pain and fear.

Sleep now. I'm here. I'm right here. Zak lay back against pillow, careful of the IV line in Milo's right arm now that the danger had passed.

There are still things I have to tell you. Milo protested even as his hickory eyes fluttered and he went lax against her body.

Later. Zak replied, rubbing Milo's hands. Sleep. Then we'll talk. I promise.

And just like magic, Milo sighed and he was asleep, resting peacefully.

Zak smiled, Milo was here. Milo was home.

And by God, if that didn't outweigh all the current bad.

In the morning, they'd talk and Zak would know exactly what had happened to Milo during his time as hostage.

For now, Milo was sleeping and he was safe.

And that was all that mattered.

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(1) A Soft Point is the most sensitive part of an Omega's body, used to sooth and calm or wind up and intimidate depending on the situation and how they are used. Milo's Soft Points are his hair and the backs of his hands.

(2) When an Omega is still in preHeat, the body is still preparing itself to be serviced (or Mated whichever you prefer) by an Alpha, therefore it is ill advised to service an Omega in preHeat unless the situation is an emergency in which it is required.

(3) Most Omegas (in my world at least) are either guarded, or told that not every Alpha is considerate and some will throw the title around and use Omega's biology in the Alpha's favor. Omegas that find their SoulMates (Omegas that recognize the Alpha servicing them when in Heat and can recite knowledge from memory) usually don't let their guard down around anyone but their Alphas unless the Alpha is someone they trust with their lives.