"John! John!"

Sherlock's cries awoke the boy from his nap, he'd been running up and down the track course in the gym today to test his top speeds and acceleration and he was exhausted. He could run faster than a normal seven year old that was for sure but the scientists were pushing him harder and harder, they were never satisfied.

Sherlock had been taken to the labs today, when John had returned and found his room empty he'd gone straight to sleep thinking Sherlock would be back soon. Now the young Alpha was leaning on the doorframe with his fingers gripping his head and his eyes squeeze shut. Sherlock had a migraine, a bad one.

"They hooked me up to the wires in the lab," Sherlock half sobbed, "They made me keep my data vision on to measure my brain waves, I couldn't turn it off!"

"You've had your data vision on for hours?" John gaped as he lead Sherlock to his bed and gently laid him down. The nanobots caused Alpha's terrible headaches if they over taxed themselves, it took time to build up their strength. Right now the most Sherlock could do was maybe ten minutes before he was spent, no wonder his head hurt.

"It hurts!" Sherlock whimpered.

John wished this was uncommon but it really wasn't, painful tests and exercises were common practice here. Quickly he summoned his healing rings and placed them on Sherlocks's temples to dull the pain, it took almost 10 minutes before it was manageable. John could tell the worst of the pain was gone but no doubt Sherlock's head was still throbbing.

"You want me to put you to sleep for a while?" John offered

Sherlock shook his head slowly, he didn't open his eyes. John sighed, he was always so stubborn!

"John, what do you think the sun feels like?" Sherlock asked after a few moments of silence.

John hummed in thought. Neither of them had ever felt the sun before, they spent their whole lives underground, trapped inside the stark white walls. Oh they had seen pictures of the outside world before, they knew most of the continents by name as well. They knew that Australia was mostly hot and dry dessert and that Russia was very cold most of the time and covered with snow. They also knew that in England it rained a lot but they had never actually been outside to see it for themselves. At least not since they were bought here as infants and they had no memory of it.

"Warm." John said finally, "But not hot like fire, nice warm."

"I wonder what it would be like to go outside," Sherlock sighed, "I don't think I'd care what the weather was like, I wouldn't mind if it rained either."

"I think rain is just like being in the showers only colder." John mused, "If I ever went outside I'd take my shoes off so I could find out what grass or dirt felt like. All my feet ever feel here are white tiles."

"That'd be nice..." Sherlock yawned.

"Or stars." John whispered, "The night sky looks beautiful in those pictures."

"I don't see the point in them but, they are beautiful." Sherlock admitted after a while.

"I wish I could see them" John sighed.

"I wish you could too."

-oOo-

Sherlock felt strange being in his old room once more, however it was logical since it was the closest bed he had access to. John was still out cold, Sherlock had cleaned his face of blood, now he just had to wait for him to wake. The room was small, white walls and white floor. One cupboard filled with several plain white pieces of clothing that had once belonged to them. The beds were shiny silver metal with white sheets. There was so much white in this place, when Sherlock had finally been freed the first thing he did was buy his thick black coat.

He laid on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, a soft smile played on his features. It was invisible until the lights were switched off but the roof was covered in hundreds of painted, glow in the dark stars. He sneakily made the paint with chemicals from the lab and painted them on the roof for John when they were children. John had been so happy when he saw them, they both stared at the tiny pictures until they fell asleep, pretending they were looking at the real sky instead of their roof. Pretending they were free.

"Wha' happened?" john mumbled as he came to.

"You over taxed yourself." Sherlock replied getting up and helping John to sit. Once John was seated up against the headboard he sat down on the bed with his feet on the floor. Just to make sure he was there in case John needed him.

"That happen often?" He rasped, Sherlock wished he could get something for his Omega to drink.

"Not with you, it's more likely to happen to me." Sherlock answered, "You listened to too many people at once."

"He attacked me, through the link." John admitted, "Is that normal?"

"No." Sherlock replied worriedly, Alphas and Omegas could block John's ability but never use it to harm him.

"Sherlock you keep saying we were separated but you've never told me what happened." John crossed his legs and sat up properly, "This place, it's only been abandoned for a few years right?"

"Four years." Sherlock confirmed.

"What happened? Why was my memory whipped and not yours?" John asked.

Sherlock looked to his feet, he knew John would be asking about this eventually but he still didn't want to talk about it. What if John hated him? He'd practically left him to the dogs, they'd both gone through so much. He didn't realize his shoulders were shaking until John placed a hand on it in a vain effort to steady them.

"Sherlock."

"Can, we discuss this later?" Sherlock almost begged.

"No. Tell me Sherlock." John insisted, his grip tightened on his shoulder.

Sherlock didn't take his eyes of the floor but his left hand made it's way to his right shoulder and closed over Johns. Trust and worry floated through the connection, the detective took a deep breath.

"Alright."

-oOo-

The child wandered the streets on London. Stealing clothes from a country farm and hitching a ride by pretending to be lost and frightened. People were such fools, they were practically animals compared to him. Except Sherlock. He knew it was Sherlock who was technically the only 'family' he had, perhaps he could include John but he was not nearly as intelligent.

The Child's eyes darkened as he thought about Sherlock, he;d wanted to kill him. He smirked, well then, he would prove himself better. After all, he was Gamma, he was better than the original. He'd destroy Sherlock, better than that he'd burn him.

Firstly though he needed more power, he needed to age and gather power, then he would crush the detective. For now he would hide and bide his time until he became the most powerful man in Britain. Then, once Sherlock was defeated, he'd take the rest of the world under his thumb. He would only be a child for a short period of time, in a few short months he'd be fully grown, he could spend the months up until then building his fake identity.

First thing he needed was a name.

He needed something simple, elegant, something that inspired trust but still powerful.

The boy sat on the top of a tall building over looking the city. He grinned maliciously.

Soon, London would be under his control.

He was James Moriarty.

And he was going to burn London and the heart of Sherlock Holmes.


Coming Soon: The past is revealed.

Nobody guessed who the child was? Really! I was so sure it was obvious!

People have been asking me how I came up with the idea for this story so I thought I'd explain.

I'm not sure when the idea first came to me but I was playing around with the idea that Sherlock obtained his genius in a different way, like being experimented on in a lab like Baskervile. But I wanted John involved somehow so i made them partners, the Alpha and Omega dynamic is something I learnt about wolves and I thought it was a great partnership idea. (I didn't know what the omegaverse was then!) As for the rest it just sort of happened.