Notes:
This is an AU in which characters often act out of character due to the nature of the universe.
Alpha-Male or Female that has heightened sense and can impregnate an Omega (10% of population)
Beta- Average human that can only procreate with other Betas (70% of population
Omega-Male or Female that is Empathic and can only be impregnated by an Apha (20% of Population)
Omegas are seen as sub-human and Alphas as Super-human by society at large.
Alphas: Sherlock, Moriarty
Omegas: Mrs. Hudson, John
Betas: Mycroft, Lestrade
Choosing a Sanctuary
Nothing was said between Sherlock and his Beta brother Mycroft the entire journey from Bennington's to 221 B in London. The brothers had never seen eye-to-eye. Mycroft for all his intelligence and great abilities of deduction and manipulation was endlessly jealous of his Alpha brother. Sherlock, in Mycroft's opinion, didn't appreciate the gift it was to be born an Alpha. The ability to see, hear, smell, taste, and touch nearly 200x more than the average human as well as the social status that being an Alpha carried with it was something that Mycroft desired more than anything else. As a result Mycroft was forever imparting 'guidance' and 'advice' to Sherlock on how to utilize all of his gifts. Sherlock resented Mycroft's attempts to control him and often rebelled against his older brother by doing the opposite of what his brother ordered him to do.
Now though, this latest attempt to control Sherlock, he had no choice but to do as his brother wished. If he wanted to maintain his freedom he would have to get an Omega. Sherlock stared at the passing country side and thought about his upcoming sentence. The remainder of his life would be dictated by the need to keep some Omega alive and well (despite popular belief Sherlock was not a cruel person at heart, he would not mistreat the poor sod that ended up with the misfortune of being his). He was trying to decide what it was he would be able to tolerate.
It would have to be male (obviously), the female form had never interested. The male form had only ever occasionally caught his attention, sex in general was just not his area, but if he had to engage in such carnal behaviors it would have to be a male. Not to young either, most Omegas were between the ages of 16 and 19 when adopted; no, purchased, if the world were ever to become honest with himself which Sherlock highly doubted. That was one of the infinite reasons Sherlock found the idea of getting an Omega so objectionable. The buying and selling of people (people who were empathic and thus often seemed to feel things much more intensely than most other people) like dogs. No, worse than dogs, there were few regulations on the treatment of Omegas either while they are in the Sanctuaries (a nice word for what was often just warehousing people) or afterward.
The rules surrounding the treatment of Omegas were as follows:
-Omega's must remain virgin until purchased
-Omega's must be fed a life sustaining diet
-Omega's must spend at least one hour in the sun each week
-Omega's may not be killedAlpha's may own up to 12 Omega's in their harem
-Omega's may own property but may not live alone
That was all...everything else was fair game as far as the world was concerned. Often, with the exception of that first and last rules, everyone (including the police) would look the other way when the rules were violated.
No, Sherlock wanted no part of these barbaric practices. Now, he had no choice, he would have to participate in buying a human as one would buy a chair, something that had never sat well with him.
At last, the car pulled up to a house in London with a black door and brass numbers '221B' on it and Sherlock opened the door. "Sherlock," Mycroft began, "Don't forget our deal, I'll be watching." Sherlock didn't bother to respond and simply shut the door in his older brother's face and walked up to the door and put his key in the lock as the car took off down the street.
Before he had a chance to turn the key the door popped open and an older woman opened the door with an excited smile and pulled him inside and into her arms. "Sherlock! You're home!" she exclaimed as she pulled him into her flat and sat him down in her kitchen.
She was an Omega who had been gravely mistreated by the Alpha that had 'adopted' her. Frank Hudson had been an altogether unsavory character and Sherlock had ensured that when he had run afoul in America that he got the death sentence. In order for Martha to keep her house Sherlock rented to room upstairs for a steal of a price. It was an excellent agreement that, until recently, had worked well to serve both of their needs. Mrs. Hudson had been able to take care of some of Sherlock's needs (mainly calming him down what things go to be too much) and Sherlock's presence as an Alpha ensured Mrs. Hudson would be kept safe from those that would do her harm.
Mycroft had made sure that all was well on Baker street while Sherlock had been in Bennington's.
"You seem troubled dear," Mrs. Hudson commented as she poured a cup of tea for Sherlock and set out some biscuits.
Sherlock examined Mrs. Hudson for an instant (She was very concerned and had a recent squabble with Mrs. Turner that would blow over soon. He decided if anyone would be able to assist him with his new challenge it would be his land lady. "I must get an Omega, or spend the rest of my life at Bennington's."
She smiled at him, "Well some Omega out there will be very lucky," she winked at him, "Which Sanctuary are you going to get him from?"
Sherlock rose one eyebrow at her assumption. "Really dear," Mrs. Hudson said in response, "You don't need powers of deduction to figure out you'll be getting a him."
"I'm not sure where," Sherlock said, "I have no interest in getting an Omega, or caring for one for that matter." Mrs. Hudson frowned at him, "You know that the first few months at least out of the Sanctuary he will require a lot of care."
"Probably," Mrs. Hudson acknowledged, "But I can help some with making sure there's good food, and I can help the poor thing adjust to the real world. And he will be lucky to have an Alpha like you."
Silence descended for a moment, "Where do you think I should get him?" Sherlock asked.
"I've heard good things about the J. Moriarty Tranquility Sanctuary." Mrs. Hudson said after a moment of thought, "You can always start there and go to other places if you don't see someone that would suite you."
Sherlock nodded, still quite lost in thought, "I have much to do before I even think about bringing an Omega home." With that he stood up and headed to his own flat, he hadn't even touched his tea.