A/N - So I originally posted this on AO3 and I'm going to be cleaning it up and posting it here as well. The rating for this story will be because I am simply paranoid...

Warnings: Omega-verse, Mpreg, and major character death. If these aren't your cup of tea...feel free to leave (I'm saying so in the nicest way possible :D)

Disclaimer: I own nothing...*cries*

Sherlock stood in front of the nurse's station, irritation rolling off of him in waves. Any omega that passed by him quickly hurried away, and even the occasional beta was unnerved from the pheromones he was giving off. He was glaring at the phone that the head nurse, an annoying beta, was speaking into, calling god knows who to make sure he was allowed to see his new client. Mycroft had been the one to set this up, surely he would have already called ahead. Perhaps he had been too distracted by the biscuits he had been eating to do so, Sherlock mused with a smirk.

His musings were stopped when the head nurse turned towards him, phone still held to her ear. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes. My apologies for disturbing you." She finished before she replaced the phone on the receiver. "Thank you for your patience, Mr. Holmes. You must understand we couldn't let an alpha into an un-bonded omega's room without-"

"Yes, I am aware. Although I was told he was bonded."

The nurse hummed in affirmation. "He was. His mate passed away some time ago. Very sad." She said, not sounding it in the least. "His room is the last on the left down that hallway there." Sherlock nodded as he gave the nurse one last glance.

"You should just leave him. Your affair has become quite troublesome for those around you." He said quickly before turning down the necessary corridor, leaving a red, sputtering nurse behind him.

Sherlock was buzzing with excitement as he approached his client's door. It took only a few fast strides for him to reach the plain door. Through the small window, he could see the silhouette of a figure lying on its side on the bed in the middle of the room, it seemed as though he was curled around something. Even though the lights were off, Sherlock could still make out a faint bond bite creeping out from under the hospital gown.

Sherlock pushed his way into the hospital room, causing the figure to startle slightly. He stepped to a few feet from the bed and breathed in to address the figure on the bed.

And froze.

The scent that was assaulting his senses was one he hadn't encountered in many years. It was so different, seemingly weaker and shrouded by chemicals, but it was also so wonderfully the same. Sherlock tried to say something, anything, but found them getting stuck in his throat, his lips unable to form around the syllables.

He watched as the figure on the bed breathed in deeply and hummed quietly before he spoke, his words coming out as a sigh. "Sherlock." His voice, like his scent, was hauntingly familiar even though it sounded so tired and weak. Sherlock sucked in a sharp breath, his voice shaking despite himself.

"John." Sherlock was finally able to make his legs work and he hurried around the bed to the side John was facing. His eyes darted over the other man's face, taking in the differences that six years apart had caused, avoiding taking in John's bald head. The other man had lost a considerable amount of weight and looked as though he hadn't had a good night's sleep in months.

Easily 5 stone. Been in this room for a year, sick for 16 months. Doesn't have many visitors, although Harry does come to visit him every now and again, when she's sober enough to remember where he is. Sherlock's mind supplied without his permission. There was something else…

John spoke before Sherlock could figure it out. "I'm sure you've never expected to find yourself here." He joked weakly.

In this room in particular? In the omega wing of the cancer ward of some hospital in the middle of nowhere? Sherlock figured the latter. His mind reeled as he tried to figure out what had set them on this course.

"Sherlock, I-"

Nope, not there.

...

"Oh god, Sherlock! That better not be toxic!" John coughed, waving at the dust in his face.

"Of course not." Sherlock replied smoothly.

Oh, it apparently was. It wasn't that either. Further back…. Right around…there.

I'm probably going to be posting these all at once sooo...stick around if you liked it!