Cracked Silk
Chapter 3
Warning: Major angst, Cheating, and physical violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just an over eager imagination
"Not today."
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Sherlock paced the kitchen before plopping down onto the sofa with an aggravated yelp.
He didn't ever arrange out a plan for a situation like this, because he never imagined John finding out about Lanter. So what should he do now? Wait for the guilt to set in? Sherlock just feels sorry for John; he pities him. By now, Sherlock knows that feeling sorry for the blond omega may upset some people (Ms. Hudson) but he just doesn't care yet.
He's still shocked John found out about his betrayal. Since then, everybody has cut him out of their lives.
Ms. Hudson shuns him and doesn't check in anymore.
Greg banned him from New Scotland Yard, and also from accepting new cases from anyone.
Mycroft is secretly watching him on cameras he put around the flat on him and has assigned agents to spy on him while he walks on the streets.
Molly has forbidden him from stepping foot into the morgue, and she won't even look at him in the eye anymore.
To be honest, all Sherlock did was sleep with another. What's the harm? He didn't mate with him, or impregnate him, so why is he being exiled?
He just missed John. Terribly. He missed the way John would make his bed warm in the mornings, and how they'd cuddle in their sleep. He missed the way John would look at him with full trust.
The other day, John and some alpha had come to pack some of John's belongings, or what was left.
"John," Sherlock had stuttered, obviously flabbergasted.
John wasn't looking at him in the eye, how could he?
"I need to collec – "
" – John needs to get his garments, so if you don't mind," Glared the red haired alpha, obviously not happy with his presence.
"I'm sure John can 'collect his garments' just fine on his own," Sherlock growled out, not happy with the other's alpha's rudeness.
"Apparently not. Besides, John personally asked me to come with him to pick up whatever he needed picked up, so." The alpha rudely pushed through Sherlock and stormed up the stairs, leaving John and Sherlock awkwardly looking on opposite directions.
"Really, John? Air headed alphas? How low will you sink?" Sherlock sniveled, jealous.
John looked up at him. Sherlock nearly gasped.
John looked at him like he was a stranger. He looked at him with absolutely trustless eyes and pure hatred burning at the bottom. His blue eyes looked like they were going to burst from the wholesome glare coming from them. John looked so unforgiving, so utterly enraged; Sherlock flinched back.
John then pushed past Sherlock with a sigh before turning his head as he peddled up the stairs, throwing back his remark.
"Really, Sherlock? Turning to prostitutes for pleasure? I should have known you'd sink just that low."
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Jaylen, the alpha John took with him, was prancing around 221b with a sneer on his face.
"John, what is all this crap? Hell, I don't even know where to sit down!" Jaylen groveled, upset.
"Jay, just help me carry these boxes, yeah?" John said timidly. He was starting to get a mood.
John handed Jay two heavy boxes before returning to his old room to get the last one.
It pained him to have to look at their old room. He had convinced himself that they'd grow old in the room. He told himself that they'd make little Johns' and Sherlocks' in the room, and then they'd have grandchildren who'd make them proud.
But that wasn't going to happen, because John refused to be pulled back into Sherlock's web of lies.
Jay cleared his throat behind him, bringing John back to the present.
"You okay, John?" Jay came being the omega and wrapped his strong arms around John. John had silent tears rolling down his cheeks.
John hadn't realized he was crying. He didn't want to look small and pathetic in Sherlock's eyes, so he commanded himself to let his mind over rule his heart.
He leaned back into Jay's warm embrace, missing the feeling of having a strong alpha's wanting arms around him.
"Thank you," John whispered, turning around and burrowing his nose into Jay's collar, breathing in alpha and cologne.
"You don't have to thank me," Jay cooed, "Just don't hide yourself in front of me." John pulled back and smiled at the alpha looking down at him.
Maybe he could trust someone after all.
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Sherlock watched silently behind the corner as John broke down in the other alpha's arms.
He couldn't help but feel guilty for being the cause of John's heartbreak, and he now regretted ever letting Lanter into bed with him.
He should have just confronted John about their lack of sex, rather than going behind his back with a prostitute.
Sherlock realized that now.
The memory helped him understand what he did wrong.
He just didn't know what to do to fix it.
To make John Watson happy once more.
Authors Note- Yay! Another chapter! I want to thank The Caterpillar for the idea "John going to visit Sherlock with another alpha"! Favorite, follow, and review! They motivate me to write more! :D
Stay tuned,
Lemony
