John was first to wake up with a feeling of complete warmth and security. Something he hadn't ever known, so it had to be a dream, and the most intoxicating scent was keeping him from moving out of this nice dream into the cruelties of the real world. Then a deep rumble sounded right below his right ear, causing him pause. It was the easy breathing of a very baretoned young man.
Blue eyes flying open following the perfect sharp hairless jaw line, past a pair of cupid's bow lips, a chiseled cheekbone that would make any sculpture in the Louvre jealous. Dark curls, messy, and right away John knew who it was he was tangled in bed with.
Panic hit first then he calmed himself, realizing that the Alpha's hold wasnt at all unwelcoming. It was a secure but gentle embrace, not to mention the dark haired man was fully clothed. The sleeping Alpha had rolled up his very expensive purple sleeves sometime in the night, but other than that, he was in his dark trousers and expensive shoes. For some reason this made John giggle, never seeing a man such as this, one from top upper-class fall asleep in his clothing. John's cheeks burning bright red when he realized how intimately he himself was tangled into those long limbs.
Then the silver eyes opened, the ones that all week had been trying to convey open trust, trying to speak to John without John jumping away or ducking out of earshot. Now here those eyes were open and almost unreadable, John didn't know how to respond. He took in a deep breath of the strong scent that was purely Sherlock's, John moved his lips over the unsuspecting consulting detective's mouth. It was a chaste kiss, and he slowly detangled himself wincing at his aching bandages.
"I-" Sherlock was sitting up a hand in his hair. "You were having a nightmare I came in to wake you. And-" John blushed, a hand to his aching chest, glad the other man couldn't see his weakness.
Just then before more conversation could continue the door of John's small hospital room shot open. A woman with her hair in a tight braid entered pushing aside someone clearly standing guard. At her heels was a very gruff looking man, he stood about John's height a bit more bulky from age but just as stocky and stout. Sherlock knew right away he was Alpha and the small woman, an attorney she held a smug smile on her face running a less than disapproving eye over the tall detective who stood next to a confused John. The Woman was a beta, but her employer the stocky blond was defiantly an Alpha.
"I see you haven't changed in the last ten years!" The stranger growled. Sherlock felt John flinch and knew right away just who the intruder was.
"Excuse me Mr. Watson, and I take it this is your attorney-" Sherlock glared at the woman.
"Oh, yes excuse me. Ms. Riley, Kittie to my friends and would be friends." Sherlock didn't accept the hand that was offered.
"As I was saying. The Doctor is in need of a moment, to have his wounds readdressed. And this is hardly a place for whatever meeting you have in mind."
"I have no meeting in mind. I've come to claim my property. As damaged as he is. I already have a buyer. Kitty has the details. I'm glad you boys called I was in fact going to put a missing persons. But you did the job for me. Seems the little cowards been playing nurse maid in the army, trying to play soldier. Disgraceful."
"Dad-"John tried to stand but the room was too crowded and the dueling scents were making him nauseous. His father always had that reaction in him, he needed room he need them to leave. Before he could make those words known, Sherlock was pushing the two out the door.
"As I said when the Doctor is ready he will meet you in one of the conference rooms." John didn't get a chance to thank the silver eyed Alpha, before the door was shut and the shouting in the hall started, continuing down towards no doubt one of the conference halls. John knew his father was there to collect him, he had hoped he would have been well enough to slip out of the facility before having to be left in his father's custody.
He dressed quickly, forgetting his wounds he pulled a white t-shirt one over his dressings, placing a clean pair of fatigues someone had supplied him with, and of course his trusty boots. John knew the facility well enough, he wasn't going home with his father, he was going to get out first. Make a break for it, perhaps get a hold of Murry or Stamford they would hide him or lend him money until he could pay them back. Couldn't they? If not, John knew how to do things, to cook, clean, sweep, bartend, he was a doctor. He could maybe get a low level job at one of the clinics. Knowing the stigma of Omegas he'd probably get stuck in the laundry room but he could do it. Anything was better than going home, he couldn't go home it wasn't an option.
~0~
"That little whore in there belongs to me! He ran off at fifteen. Haven't seen him since. He cost me a contract. Now I have a better one-" John's father growled.
"Contract?" Sherlock frowned, already disliking John's father.
"Yes, contract. A Mr. Norman Bastains, Alpha has offered my client here a large sum for the purchase of one Jonathan H. Watson Omega." Sherlock glared at the short woman, he was no fool, he turned to his brother for help. Mycroft had been leaning against the far corner completely quiet observing the conversation play out. Like any good chess player he was considering every angle before making his next move.
~0~
John made it half way off the compound when he was tackled by security they brought him in kicking and screaming. He'd managed to get a few swings in, to Sherlock's amusement and pride, John had broken one of the MP's noses and the other would have to have his jaw rewired.
"There's the coward I know-doing what he does best running off." John flinched trying to pull out of the MP's hold, but the man learned his lesson and wasn't letting up on the smaller man.
"I'm not going home with you." John stated firmly. "I wont be sold into contract. And I didn't run. Harry signed my waiver to join into military training at fifteen. Does it even register to you I'm a doctor? Not some horse to be traded for breeding purposes!"
"Shut it! You worthless little bastard! I told your dear mother god rest her soul we should have left you to the Omega homes. She wanted to keep you. This is the thanks I get. Now I've been assured Mr. Norman Bastains is quite the gentlemen wants children, your military and doctoring background caught his eye-"
Sherlock could see John had stopped listening; he was going to go into full panic attack. That made up name fooled no one, especially not John.
"Ms. Riley a word please." Mycroft growled signaling the Mp's to release the now pale omega Doctor, and escort the small Beta towards a separate conference room. John almost fell to his knees it was happening they were coming for him but legal now. He would never get away. Strong hands were pulling him into an embrace sitting him in a chair offering him water. Touching his hair, holding a tight arm on his shoulder, the scent of security wasn't going anywhere it was overpowering that of his own fathers.
"You wont be taken John. My brother is the British Government he wont allow it. Won't allow you to go back to that madman. Neither will I. Do you believe me?" Before John could answer the solicitor returned a smug look on her face, followed by an expressionless Mycroft Holmes.
"Just as I thought. Come along Mr. Watson, and John my boy you wont need to bring anything from your former life we'll take you as you are." Sherlock was on his feet, but John was refusing to move, his blue eyes pleading with the gray of Sherlock's.
Mycroft accepted the legal documents refusing to shake Mr. Watson's hand. The Mp's were holding Sherlock back but John remained seated, his father shouting abuse. Sherlock could see even Mycroft cringed at some of the words used, but he made no move to intervene. In fact he had Dr. Hull and another set of Mp's come in old Doctor Hull administered a sedative into the young Omegas neck. "That'll keep you calm my boy. Now up you go. What a waste of a good doctor. A shame he was an Omega." The older artifact grumbled. John's father took the young Omega firmly by the arm and led him out the door.
