Chapter Ten
Lestrade frowned worriedly as the youngest of his three housemates leaned heavily against the wall of his office, skin a sickly pale color.
In the two months that the three men had been living with him he had noticed that the young man was sick and as time passed he only seemed to be getting worse. Some days he found the blonde vomiting blood and weak, although the kid tried to hide it, especially from his friends. When asked he would say it was nothing and it was fine, but his eyes were full of pain and longing. It made Lestrade's heart ache for him.
A pained gasp left the blonde, his hand coming up to grip his chest tightly and the DI frowned.
"Jim?"
The kid waved him off, forcing himself to relax.
"I'm fine. I'm fine."
A skeptical snort sounded as Dr. McCoy entered carrying an armful of folders.
"Kid, you'd say you were fine if your head was separated from your shoulders and your limbs were mangled. Forgive us for the disbelief."
Jim scowled at him, blue eyes full of annoyance.
"I'm fine." He repeated and Bones narrowed his eyes.
"Bullshit."
"Bones-" He was cut off by Donovan as the woman entered wearing a dark scowl that could only mean one thing.
Sherlock.
"Sir, Freak's here."
Lestrade sighed while Bones and Jim looked at him curiously. He glanced at them for a moment then smiled wryly remembering that none of the time-travelers had met the self-proclaimed sociopath.
"Send him in." She frowned and opened her mouth to protest, before sighing and storming out. Once she was gone, Jim spoke.
"Freak?"
"Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft's younger brother. He's a self-proclaimed sociopath and a consulting detective that helps us on a freelance basis. Don't take anything he says personally, though. The man has the social skills of a child."
The two time travelers blinked at him but before they could speak the door flew open and Sherlock entered, John following behind him apologetically.
"Lestrade! Give me a ca-" He froze, silver-and-sky eyes darkening as they landed on Jim and Bones. The two time travelers had similar expressions, staring at him wide-eyed, a tiny glimmer of fear in Bones' eyes.
"K-Khan…" The doctor whispered hoarsely and a dark smirk crossed Sherlock's lips so different from any expression he'd ever seen on those pale features, cool gaze locked on Jim's wide one. The blonde, however looked like he was seeing a ghost.
"It was you." He rumbled and Jim swallowed, while Bones tensed.
"What was me?"
"Sherlock?" John question, seeming just as confused as Lestrade, the detective ddn't even glance at him, moving toward the young blonde in a smooth, predatory gait.
"You," His smirk widened. "Of course it was you, Captain. My blood, it changed you, claimed you. You are mine." He purred, large hand coming up to cup Jim's sickly pale cheeks as he leaned in only a hairsbreadth from the small man's mouth.
"Omega. My Omega."
Jim blushed, iridescent blue eyes glazing over with longing before he shook his head stubbornly.
"No, I-"
"I'd advise you remove your hands from the Captain before I am forced to shoot you." Sherlock scowled, obviously annoyed at the interruption, before turning to where Spock stood in the doorway with Sally, gun raised and aimed at the genius.
"Mr. Spock." The man greeted in an almost pleasant manner, if one ignored the icy hatred oozing from his words.
A sneer crossed Spock's normally blank face, yet there was a slight gleam of guilt to it that made Lestrade frown inwardly.
"Khan." He spat.
Lestrade scowled and stepped between them.
"What the hell is going on? You guys know each other?"
Sherlock sneered at him.
"Obviously, Lestrade. Do keep up."
John frowned at him.
"How?"
"Jim is mine." He replied, one hand curling around the blonde's wrist.
"I'm not!" The man protested and Sherlock glared at him.
"Don't be stupid, Kirk. Or are you unaware of the sickness coursing through your veins. Accept our bond or die, those are your only two options."
Bones glared at him.
"You knew this would happen." He accused and Khan rolled his eyes.
"I didn't but feel free to blame me. It's not like you can do anything else to me, can you?" He sneered.
"Your family's alive in this time." Jim stated confused and Lestrade blinked. Sherlock had been to Jim's time...and they were dead?
The genius stared at them all for a moment then shook his head, gently letting go of the blonde's wrist.
"No. They are not."
John reached out to place a hand on his friend's shoulder but was shrugged off.
"Sherlock?"
"I suddenly find that my attentions are needed elsewhere. John, I'll see you later."
Spock stepped in front of the self-proclaimed sociopath.
"You will not be going anywhere until you disclose what you have done to the Captain."
Sherlock's eyes darkened, a snarl hovering on his lips.
"Move, Vulcan."
"No."
A large hand reached out and grabbed the Vulcan around the throat, lifting the man off the ground in an amazing show of strength.
"You are trying my patience, Spock and I already have very little for the likes of you. How did it feel, Vulcan. To rip them out of my hands when they were in my reach," He threw the man away from him, rage in his every movement. John reached out to stop him, to placate him but his hand was shrugged off again as if it meant nothing.
"Khan," Jim called but it seemed as if Spock had flipped a switch because the detective wasn't deterred in the slightest. The slender man continued to move forward like a predator stalking his prey.
Lestrade sent a quick text to Mycroft and grabbed his young friend's arm when it seemed like he was gonna pick Spock up and throw him again.
"Alright everyone just calm down," He tried but Sherlock jerked away from him.
"Keep your hands to yourself or lose it." He hissed, grabbing the Vulcan from the ground but before he could throw him, another hand landed on his shoulder.
"That is enough, brother."
TBC…