Chapter 6. Dreams

Sherlock was pacing the halls trying to work the enigma of John Watson out of his brain. The man wasn't any of his concern really, but somehow he managed to occupy 85 percent of his thoughts these days. Mycroft did want Sherlock to continue on and help find this Moriarty but Sherlock had no interest. He'd already managed to get Mycroft to agree to watch out for the young Doctor and keep him from anything less than he deserves.

He knew his brother would be sure the Doctor would not be placed with his less than satisfactory family. For some odd reason his brother seemed disappointed over Sherlock's decision not to stay on with the investigation. Nevertheless the younger Holmes refused to play sniffer dog for his brother and his attempt at covering up political scandals. As it turned out John's unit wasn't the only to be hit for 'volunteers.' Sherlock didn't feel like taking part in the continued cover up the military would be scrambling to make plausible.

That aside, Lestrade had more interesting cases down at the Yard that would prove more stimulating. More stimulating and this Doctor would be out of his mind, and out of sight. Sherlock was a master of his own biology, he had no need for an Omega nor did he want for one. Let Mycroft make the parents happy with a liter of bright-eyed slobbering children.

As he was making another pass in the hall he heard the distinctive cry of anguish and without thought he headed for John's quarters. Had Moran broken in? Was it one of the snipers minions, had the Doctor injured himself in the dark?

Sherlock reached the door and without knocking he entered finding the young Doctor tossing and turning.

A nightmare? The younger Holmes approached the distressed Omega, aware of the aggravated chest bandages; blood was starting to push through. This wasn't good, that and Sherlock found the pathetic sounds John was making made the Alpha in him wish to find whatever the threat, neutralize it to the extent of ending it's existence. Just for causing those sounds in his John, or rather John. John was after all far from his.

John's legs were wrapped in his sheets, his head sweaty, he only wore a pair of green army issued pajama bottoms. Sherlock caught a glance of the young Doctor's well toned albeit bruised torso. Sherlock didn't understand the sudden urge to caress the trail of blond down, that disappeared just under the perfect naval beneath the army doctor's pajama trousers.

Sherlock wasn't one for sentiment, he knew nothing of comfort but he found himself moving to sit at the edge of John's cot, detangling the shorter man's legs. He spoke gently,

"Sssh, you're safe. You're all safe here John. No one can get you." A hand moved to smooth John's hair back, as if on his own, "You can believe me. I wont let him get you. You are safe here. Nothing will harm you. I wont let them." Another whimper, and Sherlock pulled the smaller man closer, surprised at how a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and John's flushed face buried deep into Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock could see it was working so he continued saying whatever nonsense came to mind.

"You can breathe, just breathe. No one will hurt you here. I have you. I will always keep you safe. I would never make you-"

~0~

John found himself holding the young gray eyed son with dark curls, holding him tightly and Moran was gone. Gone was that small room reeking of violation and despair, instead these surroundings were warm, he was in a sitting room his son standing next to him. Looking bored? There was an old well loved brown couch with an open book on the cushions and a pink knitted baby blanket thrown over the arm.

The french doors to John's left burst open and he flinched expecting Moran to come through instead it was the Alpha with the silver eyes and soft words

"I have no training at all in this department but she is quiet distressed." He held out a crying infant as if it were a bit of rubbish. "Perhaps she realizes I am her father and she has no say in it. I too was greatly disappointment when coming to this realization with my own father. Still as I've been told many a time by my more than exasperating older brother, crying will change nothing."

John looked to the young curly haired boy still standing at his side, a mischievous grin similar to the taller Alpha's playing across his face. John could see he was in a blazer and short trousers. The Alpha holding the wailing omega gratefully offered her to John who took her eagerly. No collar around her small neck just a pink dress, and matching bonnet.

"She may be upset by her dress. Or that atrocious hat. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to be done and cannot be bothered." John held a now completely content daughter and stood by a shrugging young son.

"Da I'm going to finish my homework in the study if you could please have my sister-" The young son, John smiled to himself his young son was speaking to him, eyes bright, only to be cut off.

"Hey! You little shit!" Sebastian returned out of thin air, and John felt cornered pulling his son back the three looking at the door Sherlock had disappeared through.

"Choices Johnny boy, soon. I'll be coming for you soon and no matter what life you have you wont say no to me."

John sat up with a start, cool hands easing him down, pulling him close, the scent was delicious, welcoming and warm like a cool spring day in the middle of summer. John burrowed his face closer to it, the nightmares were starting to fall away. His breathing easing, coming in calm pants.

"That's it. You're safe John. You're safe." And John hummed in agreement completely unaware of tangling himself up in the long legs of a dark haired consulting detective. "Why can't I let you go?" A thin toned pale arm had been thrown possessively over John's sensitive torso. "I swear he wont have you. I wont let him. Just sleep."

Sherlock watched the creases on the Doctor's sweaty brow lighten under his easy touch. God he smelled so delicious, and it took everything in him to hold back from bringing his own lips down upon the sleeping blond. Then just as if reading his mind the blond was climbing up Sherlock's thinner body his face buried into Sherlock's neck, lips started to move and Sherlock tilted his face to meet the searching soft mouth.

At first it was soft, tasting of warmth and honey. Sherlock held his breath afraid this was inappropriate and the Omega would suddenly awaken and regret the situation but instead he hungrily opened his mouth. A warm tongue darted out running over Sherlock's teeth, the unsure consulting detective allowed entrance. His own tongue twisted and tasted, wanting more, for the first time in his whole thirty years he had to hold himself back.

"You smell like Home." The younger Doctor whispered before nuzzling Sherlock's neck and falling into a deep undisturbed sleep. Sherlock lay there attempting to dislodge himself wishing to avoid the awkward morning, but the arms that surrounded him and legs that tangled with his were unrelenting. Sherlock felt himself give in with a halfhearted huff, and to his surprise sleep over took him.

~0~

Mycroft watched from behind the mirror unnoticed, his brother was in fact allowing the Omega to 'cuddle' for lack of better word. A family would indeed settle his ex drug addict and highly volatile little brother down. Then again after speaking to his colleagues, Moran wanted John Watson and Moran was Moriarty's right hand. The Government wanted Moriarty at all costs, as well as this unknown research. Some kind of new biological weapon. The only conclusion Mycroft had now was to use the Doctor for bait, and it would complicate things if his brother were to become somewhat involved to the Omega. Best cut it off before it grew to strong, although from this little display he may be too late.