CHAPTER 9. Sweet

Molly stumbled teetering with John, he wasn't heavy but he was far bigger than her slight body. Just as she thought they were going to end up face first in the dirt strong steadying hands came out to catch her arm and take the Doctor's.

"Doctor, you're far off point." A man in a black suit and dark glasses, Molly could smell the Beta all over him, she relaxed slightly when the Doctor didn't seem afraid. Then again the roofie he'd been slipped wasn't going to make this easier.

"Oh, you boys are a bit late. Moran is over there. I heard him on the phone and Moriarty is in Switzerland." John pointed shaking his head sadly towards the gun battle, he let out a giggle.

"He was drugged." Molly sighed, her hands clasped in front of her, her white lab coat was beyond a dry cleaners skill, even her braid was partly disarrayed.

"Drugged?" An agent wearing the same cookie cutter suit and tie, right down to the cropped short black hair was frowning holding a radio. Molly was on high alert instantly, this man was an Alpha. They usually didn't intimidate her, she didn't intimidate easy, that and due to her size and dress she was easily overlooked.

This was all good in her eyes, she would hate to be eyed like some breeding stock prime for the picking or not. However, with John being roofied, he would be susceptible to Alphas, it made the Omega less inclined to say no. A juvenile technique, by the way, one that Alphas used in UNI to pray on unsuspecting Omegas when circulating the bar or party scenes.

Molly cringed, she'd been too smart to take a drink from strangers, or a drink she hadn't opened, let alone anything fruity, so she had never experienced this first hand. That and she was hardly invited to parties nor did she have the time thank you very much. She did unfortunately have a couple friends that had fallen victim and it always ended in tears.

That syringe she'd pulled from John reeked of sweets, Alphas thought it funny how it worked on Omegas that particular concoction. Molly would love to find the chem. student who came up with the substance, she'd love to find them and punch them straight in the nose. She straightened her dirty lab coat and threw her thin braid over her shoulder, "Right then. Get away from him." She huffed putting herself between the tall Alpha with the radio. John was already leaning into this man for support a euphoric smile on his face.

"Oh, dear." She sighed. "Doctor Watson. Let me help you. You've been drugged. Besides I don't think this one has silver eyes at all." This seemed to snap John out of whatever daze he was in, he looked around blinking through some haze.

"Doctor Watson?" The Alpha made to catch him before he stumbled again, a black car pulling up. John only sidestepped him, nearly losing his balance once more, had Molly not been there to push into his chest and keep him upright.

"No." He murmured almost drunkenly when other hands helped him into the car. "You're right."

"We'll be needing a Doctor on hand it seems we've picked up one more Omega and Watson has been drugged." The Alpha snapped into his radio.

"You have lovely hair you should let it down more." John smiled pleasantly at Molly.

"Yes well thank you Doctor." Molly nervously pulled her braid from the drugged Doctor's shaky hands. Seeing the trimmer made her swear under her breath, whoever dosed the young blond obviously went a bit over board.

Once they pulled up to a military facility several medical personal came rushing out. Molly refused to be parted from the Doctor, she knew what he needed.

"No Alphas!" Molly tried to keep her small voice firm. "It'll put him in distress and make it worse."

"And who the hell are you?" Doctor Hull growled. Molly squared up taking in the old Alpha, her eyes shooting over him. He obviously thought she was less than human being a woman and an Omega.

"I am a Doctor. And this man was roofied by a psychopath."

"Was he now?" The Doctor growled. "And what would you be knowing about-" Mycroft rolled his eyes he could see the direction this was heading. The young woman it turned out, thanks to facial recognition, (Agent A was definitely a better choice as an assistant) was one Doctor Molly Hooper. But what would Moriarty want with a Biologist, one who specializes in Omega Behavior and Physiology? Molly was a Behavioral scientist, with a pathologist degree and Doctorate in Biochemistry, although, from the short amount of reading Mycroft was able to do, the young scientist was lacking in funding. Hence the reason for several fields and certificates under her belt. It didn't matter, she may be a scientific genius but she would always be an Omega.

Mycroft watched the young Omega with the scent of apples and cinnamon take a step closer to the older Doctor, she was ready to go to battle verbally or physically. A joke really a small burst of wind could knock the tiny woman over. The smell of copper registered and Mycroft glanced over the delicate figure, she was bleeding just around her scalp, and their was blood on her lab coat. That wasn't hers more likely Moran's, and John had a gash just behind his left ear where he'd been knocked unconscious during initial transport.

"You think you're someone special with all your fancy degrees? I wonder how you managed to gain the money for them. An unbonded young Omega like you should have at least four children by now instead of spreading-"

"Don't talk to her that way!" John growled pulling free, he was battling the different scents in the room, all so strong. It was dizzying, he knew there were Alphas around and a side of him wanted to allow them to take control the other side of him fought the urge.

"She is a-" he faltered a hand to the back of his head.

"John you need attention your chest and your head." Molly's voice was low she continued to glare at the old fossil of a Doctor. Her Gran was a strong Alpha who taught her to never back down. Gran had never been disappointed in Molly no matter her gender. Gran had fallen in love with an Omega and even after he died before Molly was born, Gran continued to love him. Before her mind started to go Gran said Omegas and Alphas were made to be two parts of the same coin, not better or worse, but one. Too bad the world didn't believe what Gran did.

"Like I said he was drugged by a psychopath." Molly continued to glare at the older doctor.

"Please Doctor Hull allow Doctor Hooper to look over our patient."

"Speaking of psychopath." John sniggered causing Mycroft to roll his eyes. "Oi! Holmes Senior you tried to get me killed." John turned to a momentarily stunned Molly, before catching her attention once more. "He used me for bait. It was a bad plan. Moriarty wasn't even in the country. And Moran still got away. He'll be back." John leaned his head onto the Agent from earlier, sighing heavily, as if perfectly content in his resigned fate.

"John." Molly whispered low, but John was ready to fall asleep the strangers arms happily gripping the not so uncomfortable Alpha. The Agent in fact didn't attempt to move the strong hands that held his suit front. Agent F couldn't help but wrap a protective arm around the young Doctor, attempting to offer the vulnerable Omega comfort.