CHAPTER 10. Comparison
"Now Doctor Hooper-"
"Please call me Molly." The small Omega felt her cheeks burn in the presence of the strange Alpha with the gray eyes. So this was who John was infatuated with? She could see why. Lord the man was tall, tall and smelled of Bourbon and was that mint? Molly fought the urge to lean in closer to the confident Alpha, as he neared. For one it was highly unprofessional and for two it was wrong to trespass on another Omegas claim. Bonded or not. She wasn't that type of girl, Gran didn't raise a home wrecking hussy.
But gosh he was beautiful, his neatly combed brown almost ginger hair, he wore a very expensive gray suit and blue silk tie. Right away she thought he could use some extra pounds and hated herself for thinking so domestically. Like it mattered who fed the man, or when he slept due to the bags under his eyes, and if he had the same feelings for John?
All the others in the room followed this man's orders, this was not just another Alpha male but The Alpha Male. Dangerously sexy like in the James Bond movies.
To her great discomfort and embarrassment she realized those gray eyes had turned on her, studying her expressions. He no doubt read everything that crossed through her empty head, stupid Molly. Stop rambling, he's probably well aware of your inner declarations. Look away for god sakes have some dignity.
"Molly." He conceded, stepping around her, John had been sitting up on an examination table, and Mycroft frowned at the nearly unconscious Omega.
"You'll forgive me John but I must disentangle Agent F here before my brother comes in and beats the poor man senseless." Agent F reluctantly disengaged the doctor's arms. "Now Doctor Just lay back here. Doctor Hooper-Molly is going to look you over."
"It was a kindness what you did Mr. Holmes. If I had really been drugged before going with my father I would really have been in hot water. I didn't know what you wanted until that moment." John smiled drunkenly his hand on Mycroft's forearm. "A kindness. I figure you want to know about the other bases if there are other places with illegal trafficking. You government men eye on the ball." John put his head tiredly on Mycroft's shoulder. "You almost smell like him."
"Yes." Mycroft frowned clearing his throat. "Well my brother and I are blood relation of course our scents-"
"Brother?" Molly was putting a pillow behind John, urging him to release the poor uncomfortable Alpha.
"Yes. His brother. The one with the silver eyes." John replied. "Liquid Silver that never give but always take."
"Doctor Watson I had no idea you were a poet." Mycroft replied trying to ease the man down on the exam table. Molly was glad her back was turned for the red that streaked her cheeks, and the relief that struck her shoulders, so this wasn't the one John liked.
"Mycroft! Your idiot cronies were unable-" Sherlock froze he'd flung open the door to the infirmary hearing they had a new Doctor and Mycroft was conferencing with the new government drone. When a very distinctive scent hit him full on, almost knocking him off his feet.
He forgot his next words, forgot everything all that mattered was in this room John Watson was injured. His John, bleeding and vulnerable in the presence of several Alphas. One in particular was an Agent attempting to near the exam bed that John was laying on.
Molly heard the deep growl and it made her jump, she'd never been so close to a possessive Alpha staking claim. It was very awe inspiring as well as frightening. The tall curly haired man in the dark suit burst into the room started to speak then let out a deep snarl, within several strides he was standing between John and the smitten agent.
"Now brother calm down." Mycroft rolled his eyes signaling for the room to clear all except Doctor Hooper, of course Doctor Hull wasn't happy but the older Holmes could care less.
"John?" Sherlock leaned over, gently cupping John's chin searching for the wound he turned the man's head slowly finding the broken skin just behind a perfectly shaped oval ear, staining the soft blond hair crimson.
Molly waited to be acknowledged by the tall Alpha with indeed very beautiful gray eyes.
"What happened?" Sherlock sneered in her direction causing her to jump.
"We were uh, in the same van. The driver was a bit rougher with John than me I'm afraid. But it's just a small bump to the head, looks worse than it is. These head wounds always bleed more." Molly quickly added nervously. "I am Doctor Molly Hooper. Doctor Watson saved me."
"Of course he did." Sherlock humphed, couldn't this Omega go one day with just watching for himself and no one else, it was as if he had a death wish to die saving someone.
"Sherlock Holmes!" Mycroft snapped surprising both his brother and himself. "This is Doctor Hooper, she underwent the same traumatic experience. John deemed her life worth saving and you act as if it were some small feat. For shame."
"For shame." John giggled. "Your brother is chastising you." Sherlock peered down into the blue of John's eyes.
"Something else?" He murmured irritably, ignoring his brother's words.
"Moran drugged him." Mycroft snapped as if impatient to wait for a child to work a rather easy puzzle out on his own.
"You are so beautiful." John whispered, nuzzling Sherlock's arm, the young Doctor's hands were searching and pulling for the skinny detective to join him on the exam table. Molly tried her best not to laugh and could see that even the older Holmes found humor in this.
"Drugged?" Sherlock paled worriedly, searching John's face for more damage or a sign of some concealed pain.
"He was roofied with a specific drug made to uh-" Molly grimaced "it's engineered for Omegas specifically to make them more compliant. It's illegal, but some of the UNI students still manage to get their hands on them." Mycroft studied the younger woman as she spoke coolly, not missing the slight pinch to her face, she knew this first hand. Had she been a victim, no but several close friends had. That explains her over protective instinct around the drugged doctor.
Sherlock was looking back at John, the Omega was calming down his eyes half closed. "Don't go." He sighed. And Sherlock nodded turning to his brother glaring.
"You'll explain I'm sure later. As for you Doctor Hooper what are the side affects? Recovery time?"
"He'll need to sleep it off. And when he wakes he'll be anxious with a headache. It's best to keep him guarded. Due to the drug's underlining purpose he will be overly friendly. Although I've never seen it so strong, mind you I've only clinically come across the poison once or twice, but it shouldn't draw him towards Alphas. Usually it renders the victim in a state of relaxed euphoria, like being drunk. However," She held up the syringe she'd kept. "I'd like to study the contents of this closely, well what's left. And if you would be compliant a blood sample from our dear Doctor. This is a dangerous concoction; it's a drug that creates compliance. Brothels could use them occasionally, but this would make one completely submissive and open to suggestion." Molly frowned again sadly; this was the reason for her research to arm the weak against attacks like this.
"His dressings will need to be seen too. I can do that if you'd allow." She pointed out cheerfully and Sherlock nodded. His gray eyes watching her change the gauze that had already stained red, and needed cleaning.
Molly recalled John's words, a run in with the driver. She knew the difference between a scalpel and a serrated blade. Other older scars caught her observant eyes, and she wondered after cleaning and packing the wounds, if perhaps there was no hope for any of them.
How many abused Omegas had she come across in her studies? Maybe the love Gran had with Grandfather was a thing of legends, and there was nothing out there but blind obedient submission?
She studied the tall Alpha and his brother from under her lashes, the younger Holmes was rude and scary that was for sure. However she read no brutality in him, and he had an urge to keep John safe. He was demonstrating this even now as he glared at her proximity, then winced when she took a bit of blood from John's relaxed forearm. Alphas usually didn't register Omegas as a threat to their claim but for some reason this one's instinct to protect was in hyper drive.
The older Holmes had an air of aristocracy about him, the way he carried himself, shoulders back, his face gave nothing away. She wondered briefly what it would take to cause that perfectly cool expression to loosen with a smile, or tighten with a grin. Dangerous thoughts for a common Omega as herself, she would be aiming too high to even try.
"I'll help him to a more comfortable secure place." Sherlock glared at his brother daring him to say otherwise.
"As you wish, when he awakes I'll need a debriefing." Mycroft nodded dismissively.
"You're lucky he survived this, and your cold blooded antics didn't get a good man killed." Sherlock felt the urge to attack his brother even more so. He could have lost John, in fact he thought he had. He'd started to leave the compound with every intent to find and steal John back from who ever thought they could buy him. Mycroft's men had only detained him until he'd broken free, ending his long day there in the now empty infirmary. Sherlock came around to face his brother refusing to yell insults at his brother's fat backside. He temporarily left John to Molly's ministrations, she was competent enough.
"He's an Omega Sherlock. Never forget that. They are made to be subservient. They can never be our equal. You put these thoughts in his head, it's almost cruel. Do what you must but do not for one minute believe that I will treat your new toy-this passing fad as anything but a new pet you've brought home to show the family. Fun, polite, handsome even able to perform a few tricks and of course housebroken but in the end a beast of burden. Made for one purpose."
Mycroft's voice echoed off the walls and the empty infirmary. When he turned he could see a very pale young Doctor Hooper, or Molly as she preferred to be called. What was wrong was she ill, perhaps someone could look her over, for unseen injuries? If she wouldn't let old Doctor Hull then maybe a nurse?