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Tag: Season 3 "Sara" flashbacks. Disregard Year 4 and 5 on the Island, sped up timeline.

Summary: Getting an alert on Oliver's email, Tommy heads to Hong Kong against Malcolm's wishes. Soon after, he's kidnapped, off his Suppressants—and his Alpha kidnapper just seems and smells so damn familiar.

Warnings: Tommy/Oliver slash, kidnapping, child abuse, language, MPreg, violence, violence against a pregnant Omega.

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—In Life
1: I'm getting on a Jet Plane!

Tommy knew that he shouldn't have answered his cell phone when he saw Malcolm's name come up on the screen. He should have just hit 'end' or let the call go to voicemail. Nothing good ever came out of it when the two Merlyn men made contact, especially these last few years—ever since Oliver. But he could estimate that the true tear in their relationship came with the death of Rebecca Merlyn. Malcolm's wife and mate, and Tommy's mother.

"Hello?"

"Thomas." Malcolm said curtly, his irritation shinning through in the use of his son's full name. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Vacation." He said easily. "Starling's been a bit boring lately. Thought I'd just pop over to somewhere less repressing."

"You might have my name, but don't think you can just do what you like."

Tommy rolled his eyes. When hasn't he heard that? "I think the pilot likes me more than you. That's not my fault."

Maybe he answered it just so he could flip his father the proverbial bird, blatantly disregard the Alpha, disobey the old tag-line and spiel—without immediate repercussions—

"Tommy, if you even think about taking off—"

Yes, he'd taken Malcolm's Private Jet without asking, but the planned flight course was already underway. They were already in the air and over water, heading to Hong Kong. So it was with relish that Tommy hung up on his asshole father mid-sentence.

No way was this jet turning around. He would magically learn how to fly it himself before that happened. No Alpha, not even his father, was going to stop him.

Like with Laurel's mother about Sara, Tommy simply could just not accept the fact that Oliver was dead. They were best-friends in life, brothers. Tommy loved Oliver. Was in love with Oliver. The only way that Tommy would truly accept that the Alpha was dead, was if he could see the body with his own eyes.

But this just proved it, the alert that he had gotten that someone tried to log-in to Oliver's e-mail account.

He didn't allow, wouldn't allow, realistic thoughts like someone decided to hack into his account. Or that, if Oliver had been alive this entire time, why didn't he come back home? Because thoughts like that just lead to thoughts like: what if he was being held prisoner and this e-mail alert was his attempt calling for help, and that something else terrible happened when he never got the chance to actually send the SOS?

Tommy adjusted the buckled around his waist and leaned back into his seat, staring out into the open sky through the small jet window next to him. He raised the tumbler to his lips and sipped his scotch. His father only stocked the best—thanks dad! He had a long flight ahead of him and decided to just focused on the fact that someone tried to access the account, and that someone could be Oliver.

He sighed.

Malcolm had been raising him to be an Alpha, he expected his son to be an Alpha. He'd even have accepted Tommy being a Beta like his mother. But it wasn't like Tommy could choose his Dynamic. It was like that stupid saying... his Dynamic chose him.

When Rebecca was killed, Malcolm vanished for two years. Upon his return, the Alpha was different than his ever remembered. He was cold, calculating, manipulative, filled with such an anger that it burned not like fire, but like dry ice. It was hardly ever a blazing, out of control passion. But an intense, focused, and cruel demonstration.

Malcolm's reaction when Tommy started to present his first Heat a year later, was one the Omega would let carry him into his Dynamic for the longest time, until he met Oliver:

He'd back-handed the eleven-year-old boy so hard, he was thrown across the room into the side table, left with a bruised ribs and a split cheek. Before the Alpha had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and threw him into one of the disused rooms in the guest wing that hadn't been occupied since his mother was alive.

He had been confused and hurting. He pounded on the door, screamed for Malcolm. But there was never any answer, no one came. It was almost twenty-four hours into his heat and he was nearly delirious with the explosion of hormones that were wracking his every nerve, tearing him open, readying him to have that deep craving filled.

And then Malcolm came back. He unlocked the door, stepped in, shut it behind him, and looked at his pathetic son.

Malcolm's presence had two clearly different effects on Tommy. The smell of his Alpha pheromones, seemed to take off the edge, make him a little more clear-headed. But the sight of his father, the look on his face... Malcolm had looked at him in disgust. That his own son could be reduced to something so weak and wanting.

"No son of mine is going to be this weak, mewling, sex-craving deviant." Malcolm told him. He took out a bottle of pills.

After locking Tommy up, his next move had been quickly decided. He called a meeting with his private doctor and had him prescribe the Heat Suppressants. They would have to do for now.

"You will take these, Tommy."

"Dad—!"

"I want no arguments." And Malcolm forced him to take the orange tablet.

He would immediately task his medical and technological divisions at Merlyn Global Group to creating a device that could be implanted and stop the heats permanently. Of course, that would leave Tommy as his sole heir, with male Omegas only able to conceive, not impregnate. But he had a few years yet to device a plan for a progressing bloodline, like his plans for the Glades. To have the perfect plan, it needed preparation. Malcolm left him a plate of food, before locking him in the room again.

Confused, angry, scared, Tommy was still starving, so he ate.

His hormones were going haywire and were off the charts, like in any Omega Heat-cycle, where the body became extremely fertile (and wherein it hit males harder with the pre-heat because they actually had to developed a uterus, before the full-heat hit). So typically, Heat Suppressants were taken after the first Heat and the new hormone levels could level out for the new Omega.

For the next week or so, Malcolm came every day, to bring him food and make sure he took the pills. Tommy never knew how long his first cycle truly was, the pills messed even further with his hormones. Attempting to suppress and strangle them from existence, even as they reared and fought back. Messing with him on a level he couldn't understand, unbalancing him as they corrupted and interrupted the natural puberty of him becoming an Omega.

He became sick, his body trying to fight two different ways.

He didn't have the will, the energy, the want, to move, to get out of bed. He was pathetic, weak, just like his dad said.

Then finally, he levelled out. His head cleared, he was Tommy Merlyn again and had control of his body, his mind. He didn't go into Heat, he didn't get Slick in preparation of a Knot and Breeding.

Malcolm wanted an strong, aggressive Alpha son, like Oliver. Not a fragile, submissive Omega like Tommy. So for all intense and purpose, Malcolm turned him into a Beta.

And it was from then on, that Tommy took the Suppressant religiously. For the longest time, it was the only thing that he did responsibly. It was the Alpha's blazing out of control fire, that turned into cold calculation, that garnered him a Beta son.

It was only an unmarveld thing that he seemed to find himself surrounded by Alphas. Everyone he seemed to know was an Alpha. But his father taught him, beat the Omega instinct to submit to every Alpha at every turn out of him, to act like an unaffected Beta. Oliver knew his secret, but never held it against him.

But what Tommy discovered, what his best-friend helped him discover—was that he wasn't weak. If he was, he would have broken to his father long ago, instead of disobeying and disregarding the controlling Alpha at every turn he could get. ~

He was jerked awake, after must having fallen asleep sometime during the flight, to the pilot telling him over the speaker that they would be landing in Hong Kong in the next fifteen minutes. Tommy cleared his throat and wiped the sleep from his blue-eyes, straightening in his seat, preparing for the task ahead of him.

[tbc]

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