To the guest commenter: I know that usually there isn't any blood ingested in bonding, however, this isn't exactly a normal Omegaverse anyway, and it was my personal interpretation. I'm very sorry if it offends you, but you are by no means obligated to read it if you don't like it. I have written other things, if you like my style but not my interpretation. To everyone else who has commented: Thank you so much for your support, and I hope you continue to enjoy this fanfic, though of course it is very, very far off canon (I may do an alternate off of HLV, but that would be non-Omegaverse, so if you want to read it, I'll let you know when it's up!).

In his eyes chapter 7

John was fast asleep. He had been, on and off, for several days, but that was only to be expected for an alpha of his calibre becoming a beta. Sherlock cringed at the sharp pain coming across the telepathic link and held John closer, wishing he could make the pain go away. His own transformation had been brief, especially when compared to John's: Only 12 hours. He, of course, felt better than he ever had, not that he had ever noticed how weak he had been. He took an inhibitor from the bedside table and swallowed it dry, not wanting to leave to get water but also not wanting Mary to have to put up with their pain.

For the past two days, he had been caring for John in the best way he knew how, but it didn't seem to make any difference; John could still barely sit up. Mycroft and Lestrade had agreed to take Hamish while John was recovering, partly to help out, but partly to get used to having a little one around the house. John cried out and gripped Sherlock's shirt tightly, so Sherlock began to rock slightly, humming to John to try and calm him down. His nightmares had gotten no better since Sherlock returned, but by now, Sherlock knew how to help for the most part, kissing him and whispering confessions of his love to him.

"SHERLOCK!" John screamed, sitting up bolt upright and hitting his head off of Sherlock's in the process. Sherlock sat up and wrapped his arms around him, coaxing him back to lying down.

"John! John, it's okay, I'm right here, John, it's me, it's your Sherlock, I've got you, love," he cooed, stroking John's hair and face, kissing him gently. John clung to his shirt, trembling as he shifted closer to the taller man.

"I thought I had lost you again," he whispered before kissing the other man fiercely enough to bruise both of them.

"John, it's okay, I'm here, I'll keep you safe, I'm here, I'm so, so sorry I ever had to leave you, my love, but I'm back now and I'm not going anywhere without you," he mumbled as he snuggled into John's shoulder, kissing his neck between promises.

Just then, the phone rang.

"What is it, brother dear?" Sherlock asked, bored, after checking the caller ID.

"What do you mean-? …. Okay, okay, fine…. yes, I'll bring John. …. You're sure it's her? …. Alright then…. No, I had no idea…. Well of course I knew she was a liar, I just didn't know it was to this scale…. Okay, yes, Mycroft, five minutes, I'll be there. I know, Mycroft…. Shut up, it's not like we chose her…! Okay, bye!" He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

"How can I not have seen this…?"

"What is it, Sherlock?" John asked.

"Mary's shot a man named Charles Augustus Magnussen."

"Magnussen… doesn't he own that newspaper? He's supposed to be one of the most powerful businessmen in London…"

"Apparently, he had some information on Mary, and she had to take him out. She got caught, though, obviously. She's in Mycroft's custody right now, and if we don't get tested for link suppressants within the next twelve hours, we'll be charged with conspiracy. I'm very sorry, John, but you have to get up now," he explained as he pulled on a pair of trousers and his blazer.

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Half an hour later, and they were sitting in the lab at st. Bart's, waiting for the blood tests to come back. Mycroft sat across from them, disapproval spread across his face.

"How do you two get yourselves into these situations?" he asked with a mocking smile.

"I honestly thought that you might've finally settled down," he sneered,

"But I suppose that would be too much to ask."

"Mycroft, I am far too tired-" John started, before Sherlock interrupted him.

"Do you honestly believe, Mycroft, that I don't understand the seriousness of all of this? I know that your reputation is on the line, but right now, I honestly couldn't care less about your or my reputation. So I get a few less cases? It's only from those who don't seem to understand that people don't choose who they're intended to. If I did, do you really think I would have chosen her? I would've seen right through her under any other circumstances, but I only actually met her once, and the entire time we've known about her, we've been on suppressants to give her time to adjust! Now if you could kindly leave John alone, I'm sure both of us are too tired to give a shit about this."

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Mary was found guilty in a court of law six months later and was made to undergo link-cutting therapy to prevent John and Sherlock from being further incriminated. She was deported to Eastern Europe on some mission 'for Queen and country' which nobody expected her to return from alive. Sherlock felt a little bad for her about it, but set it aside as he and John had bigger fish to fry: Sherlock was pregnant again and Greg's baby was due any day now.