A/N: So I really liked this show when I discovered it, and of course with any show I like they get canceled. I hope you don't mind me writing in your fandom. This is an omegaverse story (As well as I know about that universe) So there is sex and stuff pertaining to that. If you don't like those kinds of things, you do not have to read my story. I'm a Houdini and Doyle shipper.

Arthur Conan Doyle wasn't looking for anything but a night's entertainment to distract him from the emptiness he finds when he is at home. With his dear wife Touie gone, everything felt different. Food tasted bland, he couldn't bring himself to write, sleep was hard to find, and his relationship with his children became cold. So, when he was invited by his friend Adelaide Stratton, a fellow alpha, to an escape artist show, he accepted.

Doyle wasn't planning on finding the show interesting, but he figured it was better than wallowing in alcohol.

So, there he was, standing at the entrance of the theater room, dressed up and waiting for Ms. Stratton.

"Hello, Dr. Doyle." came a female voice behind him and he turned to see the shorter woman smiling up at him.

"Constable Stratton." he tipped his hat, respectfully.

"There's no need for that, I'm not on duty."

"True, but I can hardly say otherwise without you reminding me you are a constable." Doyle rose an eyebrow in humor.

She laughed and accepted the arm he offered as they ascended the stairs.

Once the tickets were handed over and they received show playbills, the pair walked into the main room to find their seats.

Doyle was pretty impressed that Stratton was able to secure seats that were close enough to the stage without being right under it. He sat down, crossing one long slender leg over the other and looked at his paper.

It appeared that the main act was to go last, a few other acts before it.

Someone by the name of Harry Houdini.

The name sounded familiar, but he didn't pay attention to the goings-on of late. The first skits were partly comical with some a little more impressive.

Doyle was finding it hard not to compare this to an indoor, expensive circus for the higher classes.

To his immense relief, the intermission finally arrived and he got out of his seat to stretch his legs. For some reason, he had been smelling an omega's upcoming heat for the first two acts and it was driving him up the wall. This was one of the things he hated about his second gender. Unlike other alphas, he had an incredible gift of smell that enabled him to detect things that no one else could. His vision was better and if he concentrated hard enough, he could hear further out than the average alpha. That was how he had based his Sherlock Holmes, with an incredible gift and deduction. Not to puff himself up, on the contrary, he hated it. Like now, he couldn't focus on anything but that smell. It had gotten so bad he had been trying to locate the one it belonged to.

So far all the participants in the show hadn't shown any signs of pre-heat scents being thrown off.

To add to things that were already driving him up the walls, he could begin to smell their excitement. It was so pungent that he looked to be grimacing the entire first part of the show.

Stepping outside, he went to get some fresh air, and rid himself of the scent that was affecting him so.

"Well, what do you think?" Stratton asked with a good-natured smile.

Doyle had been so focused on his escape that he had forgotten his companion.

"Sorry if I gave you the impression that I was fleeing... I just needed some air."

"Is my perfume too strong?" she asked, a slight blush of embarrassment.

"No, of course not. I was... I had caught the scent of someone's pre-heat."

"You could? Is it about to happen really soon? They shouldn't be out in public if that's the case." she frowned.

"No, they have a couple of days before it takes effect, it's just that...it's a very strong scent."

"Well, as long as the alpha doesn't go off fooling around with harmless omegas I'm fine."

"No, that is to say...it was an unbonded omega's pre-heat I smelled."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Stratton frowned in thought, "Is it someone in the crowd?"

"No, I already crossed everyone in there out. They're behind the curtains, or off to the side. A performer."

"I wonder if they know they shouldn't be out," Stratton said worriedly. "Unbonded omegas are more likely to be taken by the ones who catch their scent." She covered her mouth with her gloved hand, "Not to say that you would do such a thing, Dr. Doyle."

"It's fine. I wouldn't. After Touie died, I don't think I can be with another anytime soon." he said sadly. There was a long drawn out minute of silence before he recollected himself, " Forgive my lack of manners, how are you enjoying the show?"

"Quite well, I am extremely excited to see Houdini."

"You know him well?"

"No, never met him. I have a friend who has seen his show before and they said it was thrilling. They also said is very handsome."

Doyle chuckled at this," Well I guess we should not keep you waiting to see this Houdini's act and we should return to our seats.

They sat back down and Doyle wanted to groan when he caught the scent again.

How could they not be aware of their upcoming heat? It was definitely a lack of manners and to some, considered scandalous.

The curtains rose once more and the reconvened. These performers were more skilled, and Doyle found his attention once more on the show and not the omega's scent.

When it was announced that the final performance was about to begin, a short man came out, dressed in a bathrobe. He had a brilliant smile and his eyes twinkled his excitement as he looked over the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I hope you have enjoyed our show thus far. Very soon, I will be doing an act that is very dangerous, so don't attempt this at home." There was a brief moment while the people in the crowd chuckled at this, "I shall be chained and submerged in a tank of water, where I shall have to escape before I run out of oxygen." He gave a little bow and trotted over to get ready.

Doyle frowned, watching the young omega runoff. It was him! This American omega was blasting his pre-heat scent around for anyone to smell if they could. But no... It wasn't the omega's fault. Doyle just had a frustratingly excellent sense of smell.

He watched as the omega was chained to the top of the tank and then wrapped in chains around his entire body. He was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks now and he seemed to have on some eyeliner.

Everyone watched as he was lowered into the tank and then the curtain went down to begin the counting. Doyle sat with his arms crossed over his leg as he waited. The first minute passed and he could hear a few murmurs around him of people getting concerned. Once two minutes were up, the people's voice grew and there were more of them.

Doyle kept his focus on the scent of the omega, though it was harder to catch it, while submerged in water, he could catch the faintest smell of it. His hearing also allowed him to take some bit of comfort to know he wasn't dead. At three minutes people in the crowd began to stand up demanding to get the guy out of the tank. The four-minute mark hit and even the man in charge of breaking the glass seemed to be worried. Suddenly the curtain came back up and standing at the top was a wet omega grinning out at everyone.

The crowd cheered and clapped their hands, marveling at the whole spectacle. Doyle clapped his hands, though he watched the omega carefully. He trotted off stage, not as bouncy as before but with a slight limp. During the whole performance, nothing gave rise to Doyle that the man's life was in danger.

Stratton insisted on meeting Mr. Houdini after the performance to get an autograph. Doyle accompanied her, though not for the same reasons.

Houdini was now fully dressed, his hair still a little wet as he shook hands with fans and thanked them.

"What did you think, Dr. Doyle? Impressive, was it not?" asked Stratton as they stood in line.

"That a man can hold his breath for four minutes, yes. That is an accomplishment, though I could sense that he was in no real danger the entire time. A person who makes a living picking locks does raise my suspicion on what else he might feel led to use his talents on."

"Oh doctor, you will find this amusing. Last year when Houdini was here he was arrested by Merring, but before he could put him in a cell, Houdini had already gotten out of the handcuffs! I wish I was there to witness it."

Both Stratton and Doyle have been looked down upon. Stratton, because she was the only female constable in Scotland Yard, and an alpha no less, and Doyle because he was successful in selling his Sherlock Holmes stories that would occasionally poke fun at the police, not making them at all bright.

"It is a shame you missed it. To see the look on his face, it must've been funny."

"I was unfortunately downstairs at the time at my desk. It made the newspapers. Didn't you read it?"

Doyle tried to remember reading something like that in the papers. It did sound awfully familiar. That must've been how he recognized Houdini's name.

Soon, it was their turn and Stratton gave a huge smile as she shook hands with the performer. Doyle wanted to roll his eyes when the younger man placed a kiss on the constable's gloved hand.

"I hope you enjoyed my performance tonight," he said with his charm levels going up.

Doyle scrunched his nose at the increasing scent of the omega now in front of him. It was stronger, and he could tell that it would only be a matter of maybe a few hours before this unsuspecting omega would be going into heat. Doyle wondered if he could not tell that he was just now throwing out signals to constable Stratton as a possible mate for his heat.

Trying to think of something else, anything else, Doyle looked away, distracting himself with the poster that he had seen hanging outside. It was of Houdini, with big bright colors spelling his name.

"And you, sir? Did you enjoy it? Would you like me to sign your playbill?" asked the omega, his smile still showing.

Doyle, almost getting lost in his thoughts, turned his attention back to the present instead of trying to determine why the red and yellow in the poster was so eye-catching.

"I beg your pardon, what was the question again?" he asked.

The omega, for his credit, did not show offense of being ignored.

"Did you like the performance?"

"It was executed well I suppose. Though there might be some skeptics out there who might believe once the curtain went down that you were pulled back out. However, I couldn't hear anything such as that happening. To be able to hold one's breath that long is, however, a great talent."

Houdini's smile grew at this, "Thank you." he offered his hand to Doyle and the doctor took it with a little hesitance. A thought occurred to him that this might be a great opportunity to warn the omega if he was not already aware of his approaching heat. He leaned a little forward and whispered into the shorter man's ear.

"I would suggest that you return to your rooms soon. Your heat is starting in a couple of hours."

When Doyle moved away from Houdini, he saw that the omega's face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Forgive Dr. Doyle, he can sometimes be a little insensitive," Stratton said quickly.

"Am I? A warning is not insensitive." Doyle frowned, but then stuffed his hands in his pockets. He looked back down at the omega who had seemed to have recovered, "Well done tonight."

Turning to go, Doyle began making his way to the exit. The omega's scent was about to send his alpha's instincts into motion and he needed to get as far away as possible.

"Wait!" came a man's voice from behind.

Doyle stopped and with some regret when he saw that it was Houdini. He watched as the shorter man had to squeeze his way through the crowd, accepting congratulations and doing quick autographs.

When he finally made it to where he was standing in front of Doyle, he looked a little out of breath and in some discomfort. It made Doyle feel a little guilty in not meeting him halfway, but then he remembered he was trying to leave to avoid the attractive omega.

Where the hell did that come from? He hadn't looked at a single omega ever since his beloved Touie passed away three months ago. To think about such things was to throw shade on his dead wife, and he wouldn't have it!

Houdini flinched a little at the cold glare he received from the older alpha, and he looked away, trying to collect his thoughts.

"I... I uh...am a big fan of yours. I was wondering if I could get a signature on my copy of your latest book? Holmes is my absolute favorite."

Chancing a look, he lifted his eyes to see that the alpha was no longer glaring at him, but was looking at him with a level of indifference.

"The book will be out tomorrow and I'll be signing autographs from 10 to 2."

"Yes, but-" Houdini's face grew a little red and again his eyes looked away, "you already noticed that I'm about to begin my heat. I won't be able to leave my rooms for several days. Might I...would I be able to get that autograph at a later date?"

It finally occurred to Doyle that the limp he saw earlier when Houdini was leaving the stage, was his cramps beginning.

"You really ought to make your way to your rooms now. You don't have much longer it would seem."

"Must've been all the excitement from the performance." the omega said with a weak smile before he grabbed his side and winced.

Doyle felt his alpha instincts kick in and he quickly picked up the omega and carried him outside to the carriage that was waiting for him. He would have to apologize to Stratton later for leaving without saying goodbye. Luckily, the driver was a beta and could sense the urgency as Doyle told him the directions to the hotel where Houdini was staying at. After searching the omega's pockets, he had come across a key for the hotel to help give directions.

It seemed that they left just in time. The alphas that were present had begun to pick up on the scent and some had started to follow them outside.

Now in the close quarters of the carriage, Doyle still holding the omega, he heard soft moans.

"No worries, you are being taken home as we speak."

Every bump in the cobblestone road made Houdini whine in pain.

The ride was finally over when they pulled up to the hotel and Doyle again carried the omega inside. Some alphas that were staying in the hotel turned their heads in arousal at the omega's pheromones being sent out.

The elevator was thankfully empty, and Doyle rushed to open the hotel room, nearly dropping the key in his hurry.

Once inside with the door firmly shut and locked behind him, he took a deep breath and resumed his carrying position and took Houdini to his bed.

Laying him on top of the covers as gently as possible, Doyle stepped back and decided he should leave before he did something he would regret.

Houdini rolled over on his bed, tugging on his clothes that were uncomfortable now and hot.

Doyle, standing warily at the door, watched as the omega struggled to undress. He could see that the crotch part of the man's pants was already wet with slick already oozing out. After watching the omega fail to pull off his suit jacket for the fifth time, Doyle stepped up and helped him. First the jacket, then his embroidered double-breasted vest. Then Doyle tugged the shirt out from the omega's pants and the omega sighed in relief, dropping down on the bed. He shifted his body into position, waiting for Doyle to help him take off his trousers and pants.

Doyle was screaming internally, telling him he needed to run. To get the hell out of there while he still could.

"Please." came the omega's heavy voice.

No longer thinking and completely in alpha mode, Doyle undid Houdini's trousers, pulling them down quickly to his ankles and did the same for his soiled pants.

Houdini was breathing hard now, the cool air affecting him some. Rolling onto his stomach, he shucked his shoes off, so he could take the bottom half of his clothes off completely. Now naked and his butt up in the air, he waited for his alpha to take him.

Doyle's breathing was quick, and he ran his hands over the man's heated skin. Houdini's body twitched at the contact at first and then he rocked back, pushing his butt up against Doyle's crotch. Slick dripped from the omega's awaiting hole and Doyle was certain he was going to just take him. Pulling off his own jacket and vest, he undid his trousers and took out his hardened rod. He brushed it up against the omega's hole making Houdini whine in need, begging for him to take him.

"Please, I need your knot." Houdini pleaded. "Alpha!"

Doyle then took his alpha privileges and pushed himself inside of the young omega.

Houdini gave a low gasp and pushed back to fill himself even more. The alpha thrust inside of his omega encouraged to go harder by the need of his lover. When Doyle deposited his seed deep inside Houdini did Doyle finally unsheathe himself and pulled Houdini under the covers of his bed. Taking off the rest of his closed, Doyle laid with him, arms wrapped around his companion. Houdini was fast asleep, breathing even and his scent not as strong as before. Doyle closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the other man's breathing.