Cracked Silk
Chapter 21
Warning: Major angst, Cheating, and physical violence, thoughts of suicide
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a over eager imagination
"- Don't you see, Dumbo? John is our game," he said darkly, before turning around humming the tune "Stayin' Alive."
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This was one of the most awkward moments John has ever experienced.
They were driving in some fancy car Sherlock had rented. Sherlock, of course, was driving them because John didn't know how to drive a car.
Yet.
That is one word John had always dreaded. "Yet", meaning up until the present or a specified or implied time; by now or then. Because back then, he knew this time, this moment was going to happen sooner than later. And if you asked John, John would rather have later than sooner.
Too bad it's later.
"John, I –"
"Don't," the omega whispered before clutching lightly onto his stomach, not trusting his voice with all the emotions spurring through him.
The alpha seemed to understand perfectly, much to John's surprise.
"I was going to state that we were going to a safe house Mycroft bought. We're close by, and I simply wanted to make sure you –"
" – No, Sherlock. I am so far from "okay" right now. Now shut up and drive." The omega barked coldly, his irises flashing with something dark.
The alpha flinched slightly at the harshness of his mate's tone, shrinking back into the seat in a way that would make any alpha feel ashamed. In general, no alpha in the right mind would let their omega speak to them in such a way. In an alpha male's eye, their omega was something to be cherished, something to love. But they're also considered a lesser; someone who should always bow their heads in submission to whatever the alpha commands. Omegas are known for being secondary, and quiet; not back talking, disobedient, and wayward.
Yet Sherlock didn't think of John as his lesser, his second. He thought of John as his mate, his equal.
Too bad John didn't know that.
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Mycroft despised the fact that he and Greg were dragged into the mess that was currently Sherlock and John's bond. That's how he found himself and his mate in Texas, at his dear brother's beck and call.
And even though he tried to convince himself and Greg otherwise, their nearly-broken bond was affecting his own.
Greg felt like Sherlock should have been punished in a way that would actually teach him a lesson. In Mycroft's mind, he assumed that "teaching him a lesson" meant 'Take John away from him', not 'Let me kick his ass.'
And that is how he found himself here, standing on the large balcony, watching Greg drag the detective out of the car before beating the crap out of him. Naturally, John rushed to his mate's side like the loyal omega he was, and proceeded to pull the other omega off his bleeding alpha with a concerned shout.
"Greg… It's good to see you too," John said, calming his instincts which were telling him sherlocksherlockmatebloodsherlockhurtmate.
Greg looked at John before sparing Sherlock a quick glance, feeling his insides claw through at the thought of what Mycroft will say at his brother's bashed and bloody face.
"…Hey, John. Good to see you again," he said in a shaky voice, offering John a toothy grin. "Come on inside, this poor excuse of an alpha will just have to get up on his own, yeah?" He murmured, glancing again at the crumpled form of Sherlock.
John nodded and followed Greg into the fancy house, flinching at the smell of alpha male.
"Oh yeah… That. Sorry, there have been a lot of alphas around here for protection and what not…" He said, scratching his head awkwardly.
"Uh, right," the blond nodded, turning around only to find an angry looking Mycroft staring back down at him with cold, calculating eyes.
"Ah, John. I see you've been… Busy. Judging by the roundness of your stomach, and the lack of body mass on your frame, I can only assume you are with child. Congratulations," the alpha sneered, "Now, who's the daddy, hmm? We both know that you and Sebastian had intercourse the first night you two met, so let me ask you one more, and the last time – Who's the father?"
Mycroft didn't notice John flinching at the mention of Sebastian, but what he did notice was the raw, almost vulnerable look dawning on John's face. Mycroft immediately regretted his choice of wording.
While John stood, frozen, Greg seemed to explode.
"How dare you, Mycroft Holmes, speak to John in such a manner. He is a proper om –"
" – Were you going to say 'Omega'? I would hardly call an omega "Proper". They were originally made for breeding purposes and pleasure – Bitches really –"
The punch came out of nowhere.
The sheer force of the right hook had the alpha on his ass with his hand cradling his face. Through the hand, he openly glared at his mate with fury.
"You forgot something, you fucking Holmes," Greg shouted, enveloping the shaking omega into his embrace. "I'm an omega too, and that would be our ancestors you're talking about! If I were you, I'd pack my bags and get out of this house right now. I don't give a fuck if you own this house; you're DONE here."
With one last glance towards his alpha, who was giving him a pleading look, he steered the blond pregnant omega up the stairs with his shoulders slumped in defeat.
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John didn't really notice it when his head collided with the soft, feathery pillow.
The words that came out of Mycroft's mouth had really hit him hard, like there was a hint of truthness deeply embedded in them.
He felt like he was another song about self-hate and anger, in an album of Angst. Like he was just another omega Sherlock slept with among the other hundred.
The mention of Sebastian was what really broke the dam, because he really was another omega who was used and discarded. Sherlock wanted Lanter, and Sebastian wanted Jim. And him? Nothing.
No one seemed to want him.
Clutching his stomach, he turned on his side and sobbed into the pillow, ignoring how his nose started to drip.
Weeping out, he whispered for his alpha to come back to him, one last time. For his alpha to love him… One last time.
"Oh god…" Sniffle "Why did you have to do it, Sherlock?" Sob. "Why did you leave me?"
He never heard the door open, nor did he hear it close.
But he felt the presence, the smell of his alpha.
Sobbing, he turned to the scent, letting himself be enveloped into the arms of his alpha.
"I've got you now, John. And I swear, I will never let you go again. My omega, my mate."
John sobbed harder, burying his nose in the crook of Sherlock's neck.
Authors Note- Sorry for all the angst, it's kind of my life right now. Thank you for reading, and THANK you to all my lovely reviewers! I send my love to you all!