Cracked Silk
Chapter 12
Warning: Major angst, Cheating, and physical violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a over eager imagination
Screw up much?
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The blond omega had been staring at the quivering alpha for over an hour now. No words were spoken, just meaningful silence. John couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, Sebastian. Tell me what's wrong! Why are you so quiet? Was it me, did I do something wrong?" John exclaimed desperately, tears popping up in his blue eyes and his bottom lip trembling.
From the distressed waves John was sending off him, Sebastian jumped off his chair and enveloped the shaken omega into his warm embrace.
"Shh, John. None of this is your fault. I just… I'm not feeling well," he lied smoothly, his eyes drifting to the left.
John, being an ex army captain, detected the lie easily. He'd let it slip this time, just because Sebastian looked practically traumatized.
"How can I help?" He asked cautiously.
Sebastian seemed to like the question, because he clutched the small omega tighter to his hard chest and smiled warmly.
"You can be you."
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"Tell me where he is, Mycroft or else I'll just have to tell mum all about your awful smoking habit," he Sherlock said snidely, smirking like the devil.
"For the last time, no. You cannot bully me and expect me to simply give it to you. You have to prove, brother dear, that you in fact want to correct wrongs with the omega. Firstly, you have to stop seeing that awful prostitute, Lanter, and then you have to terminate the little mistake living inside him. Besides, for the matter, how do you even know it's your baby? The man is a grade A slut, after all. Get a blood test. Now." He said, turning on his heels and leaving the flat with a frown upon his shadowed face.
Sherlock thought to himself for a minute. Why didn't he think of that before?
He whipped out his phone and dialed Lanter's number.
"Is the baby mine?" He asked bluntly.
"Why of course it is, Sherlock! Would I lie to you?" Lanter said, sounding swollen with pride.
"Meet me at Angelo's in ten minutes." Sherlock grunted before ending the call.
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John sighed as he walked back from the local H-E-B. He missed his regular grocery stores back in London, hell, he missed the brainless pin and chip machine! Things were so much easier there. Here, in Austin, he had to use reusable bags, because there was apparently some stupid rule about reducing the waste of plastic. He hated it in Texas, to be honest. Even in spring, the heat was brutal compared to the rainy, cool breeze of London he was used to.
He didn't have to worry about running into Sherlock, though. He didn't have to think about how much of a fool he'd feel when he'd fall back into the man's arms. Because, really? It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how much John misses the lanky detective, no pun intended.
He was pulled out of his deep thoughts when his phone started buzzing in his jean pocket. Carefully, he reached down and pulled up his buzzing phone with a frown.
The number was blocked.
"Uh, Hello?" He said awkwardly.
"I want you to turn to your left, and then climb into the black car right by the red bricked house," the deepened voice demanded, leaving to time for discussion.
Shakily, he turned left and quickly spotted the large red bricked house, along with the creepy looking black car with tinted windows.
John gulped.
This isn't good.
He walked to stand in front of one of the darkened windows with a frown. The back window rolled down, to reveal Jim Moriarty wearing a sky blue dress shirt, light colored, ripped jeans, and a black cowboy hat.
"Howdy, Johnny! What 'yer up to?"
Authors Note- Sorry for the shortness! (IMPORTANT) My updates will be more spaced out from now on, since I start testing next week! Yay, am I right? Sorry for the cliffy! Also (IMPORTANT), I live in Austin and currently there is a ban on plastic bags in some areas, pointedly the same area where Sebastian's stake out house is. Just in case anyone was confuzzled. :)