Chapter Fourteen
Force
The door swung open to 221B to reveal on Detective Donovan, her normally brown eyes black with how wide her pupils were blown.
Lestrade could only watch as the female Alpha walked into the apartment, her eyes instantly moving to stare at the Omega now standing in front of the couch, back to Sherlock and Lestrade.
He had been warned not to move, but surely they had to interfere. John was an Omega in Heat, so his body was much weaker than normal. It was made even worse when one took into account the obvious weakness of his shoulder and leg.
He doubted that John would be able to take on an Alpha, even one that was as tired as Donovan was.
"We have to do something!" He whispered harshly to Sherlock, eyes wide as Donovan closed the door behind her, locking it soundly. "She'll tear into him." Though it wouldn't be as harsh as if a male alpha was the one mating John, as the equipment that female alphas had were rather slim and delicate compared to males.
Sherlock just shook his head though, even as he kept his gaze locked on a snarling John's back. "We really don't want to get into the middle of this." Sherlock stated once more. "We would only get in the way and only more harm would come of it."
"What? But Johan is an Omega in heat…"
"And more dangerous than ever at this very moment." Sherlock interrupted. "He is ruled by instincts that have complete control. I don't know why they aren't like a normal Omega's, nor do I know what to do to fix it, but I do know how to act when he's like this." He'd had almost two years to figure it out at this point. He was not about to discount any of the experience he had gotten over that time just because the DI was going to get jumpy.
Lestrade was about to say something, but his head whipped forward when Donovan snarled back at the Omega, her own instincts telling her to dominant. She needed to get the Omega to give in to her so that she could care for it and make sure that it would not burn anymore. She had to care for it but to do that, she had to make it see that she was the stronger one, the one capable of providing, the one able to protect.
John snarled right back at her, straightening his spine as his arms came up, reading to snap out and hurt if he had to. This Alpha had trespassed and unlike the last one to enter into his territory, she was not welcomed. He wanted her gone and out of his territory. He wanted her gone so that he could continue to stalk and mark his territory, to make sure it was safe for him and those he allowed in.
He would not allow this Alpha to desecrate his territory and what belonged to him. He would not allow it to happen again.
So he snapped his teeth and swiped at her when she dared to come closer to him. He could smell the pheromones on her, the ones meant to calm and cull him into her presence. He refused to allow it. He had refused other alphas as well and he would not allow this one to do what others had failed.
He would make sure she knew this as well.
Donovan stalked forward, dodging a swipe to the face, and reached out with a hand to grab the omega by the wrist. She would pin him to the ground and show him who was in charge. Surely this Omega would wish to be taken care of just like all the others had been. She could do that, all she had to do was show him. He would appreciate all of her efforts in the end, even if he didn't at the moment.
But the moment she had managed to grab the omega by the wrist, he twisted his own wrist so that it was latched onto her before using his other hand to pull trap the limb in between both of his. He then proceeded to raise the limb up high into the air, twisted his body so that his back was to her, and then pulled with all of his might to send her flying over his head and then into the floor.
She laid there stunned and out of breath, trying to regain strength to retry to make the omega submit underneath her.
John roared in triumph, quickly grabbing the arm that hung limply and grotesquely at the alpha's side and dragging her to the door. He unlocked it hurriedly before grabbing the now kneeling alpha by the back of her shirt and tossing her out.
Lestrade could only watch with a hanging mouth as the omega kicked Donovan's ass and tossed her out like the morning trash. Like she was nothing compared to him.
"I've already texted Mycroft to pick the twit up and take her to the hospital." Sherlock informed calmly next to the DI. "She has a dislocated shoulder for sure, and I'm sure some more damage from being tossed down those stairs." He hoped she wasn't dead, otherwise John might actually be in some trouble, though he doubted Mycroft would allow that.
"Great." Lestrade nodded shakily as John locked the door fully before stalking over to the two men. Both endured the scenting, Sherlock getting licks on his neck once more, and then continued to watch as the Omega began to stalk around the apartment once more. "That was…"
"Rather entertaining." Sherlock finished with a smirk on his face.
Lestrade huffed as he laid his head on the back of the couch. "I was going to say terrifying."
"That too." Sherlock agreed a minute later before standing up and stretching. John paused where he was at the entrance of Sherlock's room, watching the alpha with narrowed eyes. Lestrade watched the Omega in worry, wondering if he would attack the curly haired man. "John, I'm going to heat some food up." Sherlock informed calmly, locking eyes with the omega, nodding in the direction of the kitchen.
John kept his narrowed gaze on Sherlock for a long minute before turning away and walking into the man's bedroom.
Lestrade could only sigh in relief as the consulting detective walked into the kitchen. "Do you have to tell him where you're going to go?"
"Yes, otherwise he gets rather agitated." Sherlock went through the freezer, pulling out microwavable meals. He didn't really cook very well, that was John's job, but when he couldn't cook, Sherlock would use the microwave meals as substitutes. Ordering out right now was not wise and so Sherlock didn't dare. Not since the chinses boy was almost blinded by John scratching at his eyes during a heat.
Lestrade nodded his head as he stood up as well. Instantly John's head was poking out of the bedroom to glare at the DI. "Um…"
"Tell him where you're going." Sherlock sent him a look over his shoulder.
"Um…" God this was embarrassing. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom, alright." He said and waited until he moved. John's eyes moved over Lestrade's body before he moved out of the bedroom and walked over to the DI. Lestrade stood still as the shorter man stopped at his side and looked up at him expectantly. "Sherlock?"
"He's going to follow you to the bathroom. He won't go in but he'll stand outside the door." Came the explanation over the sound of plastic rustling.
Lestrade nodded with a frown but ignored the echoing steps behind him the best he could. He closed the door behind him and quickly set to work. Once he was done, he opened the door, only to freeze at the hard look the Omega gave him. 'God, this is awkward.' He thought as the omega stepped up to him and sniffed at his chin for a second.
He prayed that he wouldn't get bit, but he didn't really know what to expect from John from some days when he was coherent, let alone stuck in his instincts.
He held still as John continued to sniff him before snuffling at his neck. Lestrade gulped as a long swipe of a tongue came next before the blonde stepped back and to the side, waiting expectantly.
The DI sighed in relief as he led the two of them back to the living room, where Sherlock had set three of the heated up meals on the coffee table.
Lestrade quickly went and sat next to Sherlock, who raised a brow at the growling Omega. "Sit on the floor there John." Sherlock instructed as he pointed with his fork.
John huffed as he looked around the room, walked over to the door and made sure it was locked, before walking back over to the table and settling on the floor. Lestrade winced, knowing that normally John wouldn't do such an act but it was apparent his instincts were the ruling factor here. He'd sit at their feet like an Omega but at the same time he was glaring up at them.
"Have you tried getting him to sit in a chair?" He questioned curiously as Sherlock, for once, had to prod John into eating his food. It was a twilight zone situation here as he had never thought he'd see Sherlock make John eat.
"Once. He refused by throwing the chair through the window." Sherlock rolled his eyes at the memory.
"Oh." Lestrade remembered that. It had startled him greatly to hear about that from Donovan. They had assumed it had been Sherlock during one of his experiments, but apparently they were all wrong about that. "Jesus Christ, he's that adverse to a chair when like this?" He waved his fork at the omega, watching as it caught his attention and those eyes followed the fork suspiciously.
"Yes." Sherlock waved a hand, gaining John's attention again, and motioned for the other to eat some more. John grudgingly did so.
Lestrade remained quiet after that, considering all he had learned that day and wondering if he shoulder launch an investigation with what he had found out. Especially if what he was considering was true.
"Whatever it is, is most likely wrong." Sherlock said as he pushed his plate away, having had enough. Apparently that was enough of a signal for John to stand up and continue his pacing of the apartment.
Lestrade glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes before returning to watching John walk around. Now that he was looking for it, he could see the slick slide down John's thigh in a steady stream that was getting much bigger. "You said he won't initiate sex." He stated, he didn't bother asking.
Sherlock's gaze snapped up from his phone to the detective. This was moving back to their conversation before Donovan arrived.
"He's acting differently than a normal Omega in heat due to a trauma." Lestrade continued as he watched the Omega. He ignored the bulge in his pants from the smell and sight of the heat in progress. He wouldn't hurt his friend like that. "Not to mention he completely rejects an Alpha when they try to dominate and initiate sex themselves." The sight of Donovan getting owned was horrifying and amusing all at once.
"What of it?" Sherlock questioned. It was obvious Lestrade knew exactly what was wrong with John and with the way he was acting, it was a very not good thing.
Lestrade sighed and rubbed at his eyes before removing his trench coat. It was very apparent that he wasn't going anywhere and so he didn't need it. Once the coat was off and set to the side though, it was swept up into John's arm and shuffled off into Sherlock's room. He hoped very much that he would get that back, it was one of his favorites. "There's only one possibility that I can think of that would match his behavior at the moment."
Sherlock watched and waited, knowing that Lestrade was building up the courage to explain what it was. With the sweat building on the brow, the twitching hands, and the firm frown on the other's face, it wasn't anything good. In fact, Sherlock had the feeling that it was a very, very, very bad thing.
"The only reason why an Omega would act this way at all would be because they were forced into mating with an Alpha under duress."
Sherlock stared at the detective for a long silent moment, hardly acknowledging that John had returned to the room, stalking around it with that growl and snarl back on his face.
"Rape, is what you meant, correct?" Sherlock looked to John with wide eyes and a pale face. The possibility had never even occurred to him because of how strong John was, but if he had been weakened beforehand and had no ability to stop it…than yes…it was very possible.
Lestrade nodded his head. "Yes, rape."
221B Baker Street
A.N. I'm sure some of you saw that coming, right? Just curious. Anyways, review and tell me what you all thought. This chapter goes with Ch. 13! Remember to review! Until next time!