Chapter 1: The rules are wrong!
A/N: Hi folks, been a while right ^^' yeah sorry about that but stuffs been going on and times been an issue but look I'm back and stuff :D
So in honour of me finally writing the next part of this series I've actually gone through this and tweaked it a bit. Sometimes sorting out my own mistakes and sometimes adding bits here and there, either way it's still the same story just a little… remastered shall we say ^^
Thank you to every single person who has supported this fic with comments and kudos and of course if you're new to this then welcome I hope you all enjoy this either way.
Oh and P.s still don't own Sherlock ;)
It was a very rare occurrence for there not to be any cases on these days at 221B thanks to the rising popularity of John's blog, meaning that usually poor John didn't get a lot of sleep or food in between the running around London chasing leads and criminals. However over the past few weeks there seemed to be a sudden drought of cases, almost as if the London criminal classes had decided to take a little holiday from being foiled by the dynamic duo of Dr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock was obviously very displeased with the situation and because of his rising boredom and dwindling patience, his inner Alpha was becoming very agitated which of course lead to more bullet holes in the wall and a few extra nasty surprises hidden around the kitchen for poor, unsuspecting, jam loving flat mates to come across much to their horror and displeasure.
John on the other hand was overjoyed with the momentary peace that had befell him, now don't misunderstand the situation, the Omega could never deny how much he loved his and Sherlock's adrenaline fuelled life but sometimes he could really go for a lie in and a Full English in the morning so that's what he did for the better part of three weeks, it was such a shame that today was the day his lovely peace would finally end, beginning with a text.
*Ching!*
John groaned and snuffled into his pillow when he heard the high pitched chime coming from his phone, for a moment he contemplated just ignoring it and going back to sleep but after some considerable time thinking about it, decided against that option since it hadn't paid off for him thus far in life so he reached over blindly and grabbed his mobile off of the bedside table. It took another moment before the lazy Omega bothered to open his eyes and lift his head from where he'd buried it in the pillow to read the text that woke him up.
On a case, nothing interesting so I can manage alone, be back by lunch. Took the harpoon. We need milk – SH
"Again with the bloody milk?!" John groaned and rolled onto his back before replying.
If you want milk then get it yourself since you're the one who's out! - J
There was no reply which either meant Sherlock was ignoring him or was too zoned into his case that he didn't notice the reply. It was only 7:45AM and John could've cried, he was so used to waking up after ten these days that quarter to eight seemed more like three in the morning, still if Sherlock was out on a case then that gave John plenty of time to shower and have breakfast in peace for a change without Sherlock having an Alpha temper tantrum 'til John paid attention to his moaning, he only hoped the jam wasn't poisoned... again.
John ruffled his hair and swung his legs over the side of the bed to sit for a moment before jumping up and heading for the shower, making sure not to take too long as he didn't know how much quiet time he had before Sherlock came charging in again to either drag John off on this case or continue his moaning. After showering and getting dressed save for his trademark jumper John headed downstairs to the kitchen whilst trying to decide what to have for breakfast.
What he couldn't of known though was that Sherlock had be particularly bored during the night and had decided to pop down to Bart's earlier that morning to get some knew experimental test subjects from Molly and in all the excitement of finally having a case, had forgotten to re-refrigerate the particular subject he was working on. That was why when John walked into the kitchen still contemplating breakfast he barely managed to hold back the manly yelp rising in his throat.
"Oh! For the love of…!" It was a Foot. There was a foot on the table. A bloody foot! A bloody male foot on the table… and the toes were missing.
There goes his appetite.
"Suppose I'll just leave breakfast then." John sighed and instead clicked the kettle, after making sure there were no toes floating inside of course and avoided looking at the disgusting body part on the table, even when attached feet gave John the Heebie Jeebies so a dismembered one without any toes was just very... off-putting.
John just focused on making his tea, minus the milk, and made a note to get some fresh shopping later before he shuffled into the living room to see if Sherlock had got today's newspapers. He was pleasantly surprised to see that all three of his favourite papers were sitting on the arm of his chair ready and waiting for him to plop down and read them, seeing this, John had a moment of weakness thinking how thoughtful the tall Alpha was before he caught and pulled himself back from the instinct driven train if thought.
He reminded himself that his heat was due in the next week so it wasn't uncommon for him to have these kind of thoughts, still it wasn't practical to have them about Mr 'Married to his work' who 'Can't be arsed with Alpha/Omega biology', John was sure that Sherlock was the only Alpha in history who was disgusted by an Omega in heat and balked at the idea of a week-long sex marathon with one.
*Ching!*
"Speak of the Devil..." John sighed and pulled his mobile from his trouser pocket.
Boring. Tedious. Dead pig. Done. On my way back, might be a bit longer than normal. Had to take the tube. -SH
Ok, why the tube? In fact don't bother I'm sure I'll find out when you get home. See you soon – J
It was 9:15AM; A case that only took half an hour to solve was never a good sign, John sighed and mourned for the peace and quiet he never got to enjoy and started hunting for Sherlock's secret pack of cigarettes that he knew the detective kept for when he was going through a dry spell with cases like he had been lately. It was a little amusing for John to watch Sherlock being so stupid for once, thinking that he was so careful and that John hadn't noticed when he'd been sneaking a ciggy here and there when he thought John wasn't looking.
It took a little bit of time but John found them taped to the roof of one of the desk drawers and planted them under the Skull before finally sitting down to read the papers and drink his tea. He was actually a little impressed with himself, it only took him twenty minutes to find them this time; maybe today was the day his luck was changing.
*Bang!*
"That'll be him home then." John mumbled to himself and flicked the page of the paper he was reading, ignoring Sherlock when he strode in and thumped the harpoon on the floor.
"Well that was tedious." When the detective didn't move away, John looked up and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Sherlock was covered head to toe in blood, after a subtle sniff to make sure that none of the blood was Sherlock's own he asked the only question that seemed to come to mind at that point.
"You went on the tube like that?" Sherlock sneered at him.
"None of the cabs would take me." He replied and then dashed off to wash up, leaving poor John gaping at where his flatmate stood seconds earlier.
So much for his changing luck theory
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After getting cleaned up and wiping down his harpoon, Sherlock came striding back into the living room and started his pacing up and down routine again, a routine that had become a very common sight in the past weeks. John sighed and kept reading his paper, thinking that if he focused enough on the words in front of him then he might just manage to get through the impending tantrum.
"Nothing?" Sherlock asked and John knew immediately what he was asking, of course Sherlock would assume that the reason John was reading the paper was to look for possible cases for Sherlock and not just because John wanted to read the paper, still, John started flicking through the papers for anything interesting for the detective.
"Military coup in Uganda?"
"Mm." Was Sherlock's response so John flicked again.
"Mm, another photo of you in the..." Sherlock groaned whilst John smirked.
"Cabinet reshuffle?" John teased and Sherlock growled.
"Nothing of importance?! OH GOD!" He yelled and slammed the harpoon against the carpet to emphasize his frustration and making John wince from the noise before he looked down at the Omega and pulled his shoulders back to take on a dominating, Alpha stance.
"John I need some, get me some." He ordered and John shivered inside at the order but resisted complying, it wasn't easy for most Omegas to resist a direct order from an Alpha but John had years of practice and a military career behind him so he was used denying Alphas.
"No." He said and Sherlock snarled at him, Alpha pride bruised at the Omega's disobedience and all of a sudden Sherlock's biological instincts were telling him to flip his John on his belly and sink his teeth into that tender skin at the back of the neck to assert his dominance, but John wasn't his Omega and Sherlock was better than his base instincts so he pushed that feeling away and tried a different route.
"Get me some." He snarled again but John held his ground and in fact made a counter argument against the Alpha's demand, making Sherlock have to work just that little bit harder to supress his instinct to dominate.
"NO! Cold turkey, we agreed no matter what. Anyway you paid everyone off remember? No one in a two mile radius will sell you any." Sherlock growled again but finally huffed in partial defeat, he hated it when John was right, true it wasn't often but he still hated it.
"Stupid idea, who's idea was that anyway?" John cleared his throat and looked pointedly at Sherlock who just narrowed his eyes.
"MRS. HUDSON!" He called and then started tearing through the files on his desk and raking through drawers all whilst pleading with John who remained unmoving in his chair.
"Tell me where they are, please tell me... please." He looked at John with a wounded puppy dog look and John once again had to resist his instinct to cater to his Alpha's needs, this time with a bit more challenge. God his heat must be closer than he thought.
"Can't help, sorry." He gave Sherlock a look that said he really wasn't though but it changed to expectant when he saw Sherlock suddenly straighten up a bit with an idea clearly forming in his genius brain.
"I'll let you know next week's lottery numbers." He said smugly and John chuckled at him, as if he would fall for that... again, Sherlock huffed at him, so much for that genius brains great idea.
"Uh, it was worth a try." Then he dove to the fire place and started ripping things up, desperately trying to find his secret pack of cigarettes, they should've been in his desk but they had mysteriously vanished and there was no way John could have found them so that only left...
"Oooh Oooh!" Mrs. Hudson called as she walked in, Sherlock ignored her greeting and just got straight to the point.
"Secret supply? What've you done with my secret supply?!" He asked her frantically and she looked at John confused.
"Eh?"
"Cigarettes? What've you done with them? Where are they?" He asked impatiently as he continued to rummage around the fire place.
"You know you never let me touch your things. Oh! Chance'd be a fine thing." She snorted and Sherlock turned to her, glaring and barely supressing a growl.
"I thought you weren't my house keeper?" He sniped and Mrs. Hudson gave him a firm look.
"I'm not." She replied and Sherlock snarled and jumped up to grab his harpoon again, Mrs. Hudson looked back to John for help and he gestured she suggest a cup of tea.
"How about a nice cuppa and perhaps you could put away your harpoon?" She asked kindly but Sherlock just mumbled something about 7% before whirling around to point his harpoon at Mrs. Hudson making her jump and then started deducing her morning she shared in the company of Mr. Chatterjee, making the old Alpha uncomfortable.
"I wouldn't pin your hopes on that cruise with Mr. Chatterjee. He's got a wife in Doncaster that nobody knows about, well nobody except me." He finished smugly.
"Sherlock!" John called out angrily and took back what he thought earlier, how Sherlock could be a good and thoughtful provider when he acted like such a child if he didn't get his way was just a ridiculous thought.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I really don't." Mrs. Hudson whimpered and ran out, Sherlock just jumped on his chair and sat with his knees pressed to his chest, John slammed down his paper and leaned forward to try and be as menacing as possible.
"What the bloody hell was all that about?" He asked but Sherlock just started rocking back and forth restlessly.
"You don't understand." John narrowed his eyes, he really couldn't be arsed with Sherlock's crap today.
"Go after her and apologise." John ordered but Sherlock just looked up at John like he'd just grown an extra head.
"Apologise?" He asked like it offended him.
"Mmhm." John nodded and Sherlock sighed as if John was a child that couldn't comprehend something simple.
"Oh John, your Omega mind is just so envious."
"Envious?" John asked sarcastically and leaned back in his chair, this he had to hear.
"Yes it's so simple, submissive, desperate to please any Alpha's like Mrs Hudson and I, hardly used for anything really challenging; mine is dominant and sharp, like a rocket tearing itself to pieces, stuck on a launch pad. I NEED A CASE!" He screamed at last and John had reached the end of his patience.
"YOU JUST SOLVED ONE BY HARPOOING A DEAD PIG!" John screamed back, though to be honest he still hadn't gotten the full story on that yet but he did get the gist… he hoped.
"Arg! That was this morning, when's the next one?" Sherlock flipped his legs down and started stomping his feet off the floor making John cringe.
"Nothing on the website?" He asked tersely and Sherlock jumped up to show him the adorable e-mail he'd gotten from little Kristy about poor missing Bluebell the rabbit, John was so caught up in reading the cute plea for help that he didn't really hear everything that Sherlock was saying.
"... Then the next morning Bluebell was gone! Hutch still locked, no sign of forced entry...Ah! What am I saying? This is brilliant, phone Lestrade, tell him there's an escaped rabbit." John looked at Sherlock like he'd finally gone mad and to be honest there was a good chance that was true.
"Are you serious?" Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"It's this or Cluedo." John's heart stopped. Not Cluedo. Not again. John slammed the laptop shut and stood up to put it on the desk.
"Ah no! We are never playing that again." He stated firmly, Sherlock gave him a questioning look.
"Why not?" John walked back to his chair exasperated.
"Because it's not actually possible for the victim to have done it Sherlock."
"Well, it was the only possible solution."
"It's not in the rules!"
"Well then the rules are wrong!"
*BUZZZ*
They both stopped and looked up excited.
"Single ring" John stated.
"Maximum pressure just under the half second." Sherlock agreed.
"Client." They both chirped and Sherlock dashed off to his bedroom to change out of his dressing gown.
"Well John don't just sit there, answer the door." John groaned and jumped up, this was going to be a long day, he could tell.