Most children when young were read fairy tales by their Beta parents about brave heroic Alpha's slaying dragons, fighting evil monsters and rescuing pretty Omegas. They drift off to sleep dreaming of days when the air was thick with the sweet honeyed scent of fertile Omegas and the rough earthy scent of Alphas instead of the dull perfume-less air that suffices. To them these stories were fanciful tales of a bygone era, of a time when Alphas were feared and Omegas were plentiful. To them the stories were a remembrance of a time before the war, the long ago that was read about in history books.
Bedtime for Sherlock was not a time for the childish fanciful inaccuracies told by Betas. Instead it is a time reserved by mummy for telling the histories long forgotten or distorted by the masses.
She starts with the history of their ancient family regaling to him and his brothers tales of resourceful brilliant Omegas ancestors who had fought alongside their Alphas like equals and lived for adventure on the high seas, plundering treasure from merchant ships and discovering distant lands. She would go on to explain that they had reformed later on, denouncing their pirate ways and marrying into aristocracy, something which had upset Sherlock greatly.
Their line being one of the few to also produce an abundance of Alphas, her tales were also full of clever Alpha sons that were kind and gentlemanly and completely unlike the uncouth rough Alphas born into Beta families nowadays.
When he is not quite five Sherlock askes his mother why if they were so wonderful there are so few Omegas and Alphas left. Mummy looks at him sadly, kisses his forehead and tells him of the war which had resulted in the deaths of millions of innocent Omegas, killed simply because they were deemed immoral and wrong by a crazy Omega called Moriarty who had hated his own biology. Alphas had been similarly affected, captured and tortured to death alongside Omegas.
She explains in words he can understand that this war began with a single uprising led by Moriarty against the rich and powerful classes across Europe removing them of their power and wealth. Many were killed and as the anger and unrest grew Moriarty widened his attention urging his followers to hunt down those that did not support their cause.
From there things quickly escalated until ordinary poor Alphas and Omegas found themselves being rounded up and disposed of. Sherlock sits quietly as she recounts how vast quantities of young brave British soldiers had died alongside allied forces on blood soaked foreign soil to ensure the freedom of their countrymen and prevent their enemies achieving their goal of worldwide extermination.
Cuddling him close she tells him that his great grandfather had fled to Britain for a better life and how he had ended up marrying his great granddad Lord of Stanford. She also talks of how they had tried afterwards to rebuild the numbers of their kind but that most Alpha and Omega lines had been bled dry. Having been driven so close to near extinction they were now a minority, making up less than a quarter of the population, in a world run primarily by their Beta counterparts.
Stroking his hair in a in a comforting manner she does not need to tell him that in a way Moriarty's initial plan had been achieved, for Betas have become the dominant gender in society. He figures that much out for himself, joining up her words with the words of his class mates, the normals who taunt him at break time and ban him from their games while the teachers turn a blind eye.
Sherlock doesn't really understand what the fuss was about though, so he would be able to have babies when he was older. What was the big deal about that? Reproduction was a natural part of life. Hundreds of women, plants and animals gave birth every day.
At least he doesn't understand until he comes home with a ruined pirate's hat and a bloody knee wondering why the other children dislike him so. Disinfecting the knee Mycroft tells him that it's because Beta boys are raised to believe him to be something delicate and weak while the girls view him as something along the lines of a threat. One look at him and they can tell by the curl of his hair and the softness of his skin that he is different and not one of them. Mycroft gives him a plaster and tells him they are scared of things different from themselves and that they stupidly lash out because of this.
Knowing this doesn't prevent the abuse for they still call him abnormal and freakish, and treat him like something to be avoided or pitied or ignored.
It helps though.
