Magnus Holmes was already standing when his older son pushed through his office doors, the boy hadn't been home since his mother had the unfortunate tumble down the stairs. Fragility was never a turn on, Magnus had wanted to bond with a male Omega, someone a bit more sturdy. However his father had wanted the Schmitt's wealth to add his own.
How unfortunate that his wife only gave him two Alpha sons, he wanted at least a litter of six from her. She was too fragile and always sick, weak, always so weak. And she'd made his sons weak infected them with sentiment and feelings.
He took a gun from the hidden bottom of his desk's top drawer, well he should teach his son's a lesson in sentiment. It was too bad Sherlock would pay the price, he seemed the one most likely to make Magnus a grandfather to continue the Holmes line. Still a lesson needed to be learned so he approached the blond, interesting the man didn't flinch even as Magnus directed the weapon at the man's head. Instead he met Magnus' eyes with a challenge an open disrespectful challenge, he wasn't afraid, idiot. Sherlock should have shown the Omega humility, how to submit, were there no more good Alphas in the world these days. The damn Omega way of thinking was starting to plague the population like a sickness.
"Interesting Father, I never took you for one to murder pregnant Omegas. You have indeed fallen far. Allowing sentiment to cloud your vision so much you've gone against your own archaic values. But I'm sure the point has to be made." Mycroft kept his voice even and approached his father's liquor cabinet not chancing a glance over to John who remained unmoved. "Then again you have joined sides with Victor Trevor of all people. Really what would grandfather say?"
Mycroft poured himself a scotch ignoring his father's growl of warning.
"What the hell are you going on about?" Magnus neared John lowering his weapon, he leaned in and sniffed the smaller man. "You do smell delicious. I can see what keeps my son so entertained. You must be a fighter in bed, I love it when they fight." Magnus whispered.
John tried to control the shiver of revulsion that shot through him, he held his breath not liking the stench of cigarettes and scotch the sour of something else, laced with Sherlock and Mycroft's familiar scent.
"It's true, we just learned today. Looks like my brother will be a father. However he would appreciate it if you ended John's life, seeing how he's already pushing for an abortion."
"What!?" Magnus growled. "Why? Is it defective." He glared at John accusingly.
Mycroft shrugged "Too soon to know that much. However you know my brother."
"Yes, the selfish twit. Doesn't know what's good for him. If this is a lie, I'll shoot him Myke, my boy, I'll shoot him dead and your little DI will lose a hand or maybe an eye. Speaking of, he should be joining us soon. Oh, how I would love to become acquainted with him. I have a room all ready for our guest the DI."
Mycroft kept his face clear of expression. John just watched the two with confusion, ignoring the fact they were talking as if he wasn't there.
Magnus Holmes was the spitting image of Mycroft except his face was rounder and his middle bulkier, and eyes this why Sherlock didn't want children, because his father was so focused on an heir, so focused on his agenda? Before John could react the man brought the butt of a pistol down hard on the side of his head, causing the Doctor to collapse into darkness.
Mycroft's jaw clinched but he remained still hoping John's falling to the ground didn't harm the new life growing inside of the Omega.
"Don't worry Myke he can take it, he's a bit more sturdier than your mother. Your brother has chosen well, all though this one needs obedience training. I had hoped Sherlock would at least practice what I've always taught you boys. The Omega needs to know it's place." The older Holmes called for his PA "Agent E! Have the necessary arrangements for a pregnancy exam made. Get our little Omega into something more comfortable."
Mycroft felt his stomach turn, he'd bought John some time to live, his father wouldn't kill Sherlock's mate, not while the man carried a Holmes. Magnus Holmes was a twisted Alpha but even he couldn't find it in him to kill the only chance at continuing the Holmes line.
"As for you my boy, my treacherous son. It's been fun sparring with you this time, but I will have your mate here, I think its time to negotiate our terms. Yes?" Magnus went to his desk and laid his revolver down. Cold silver eyes scanned his eldest son "Let's start with that freedom to vote-"
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"You've failed me once more!" Victor spat pushing his desk aside he was in front of the blond sniper too quickly. "You are worthless! I wanted Holmes dead, I wanted John brought back here! I wanted Harry eliminated and the DI was to be brought here either dead or alive. You've let Magnus win now he has my grandson!" Trevor's rage was apparent the older Alpha struck an unmoved Colonel Moran, knocking the younger man down. Moran didn't try to defend himself, not even after Grandfather Trevor drew his weapon.
"I've warned you about failure."
Moran closed his eyes, glad to be done with this, the conflict of choosing sides had been tearing him apart.
The sound of the gun was familiar, he'd executed so many in a similar fashion, however he expected burning pain and a flash of light then nothing. Instead there was just silence, looking up at the man he had thought as his own Grandfather stood with a hand to his chest, crimson spilling out over his brown jumper.
"Sorry Granddad. Can't let you do that." Moriarty's sing song voice caught Moran's attention. The sniper's eyes snapped over to the small figure that had come out of thin air, just appearing like nothing.
"Hello Sebby my dear. I don't know why he was so upset?" James pushed the still shocked older Alpha away, stepping over the collapsed body. "After all we did know Magnus would betray us. It's a shame he has John, we should go play action man and rush in and save him?"
Moran stood up slowly his eyes narrowed on his cousin. "What? You don't believe I have the purest intentions? Ouch Sebs that hurts. Hurts so bad. I have just the plan anyway. You can come if you want. I'm sure dear darling Johnny boy will be so relieved to see his Alpha in shining Kevlar." James frowned at his cousin shrugged and turned away when Sebastian started to follow James half turned and spoke in a cold tone. "You promised me Sebastian you would never leave me. You don't do that again. Besides you're stuck with me forever. We're family." Sebastian shivered at the sudden happy tone his cousin took towards the end of his sentence.
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John tried to focus his eyes, he tried to move his arms but they were being held down. The room was spinning and blurry as if he were on a merry go round. He hated marry go rounds.
He'd met Sarah on a merry go round, some older kids were spinning it to fast and he was trying to get off. She'd pushed one kid and stopped it, she even rubbed his back when he puked afterwards.
Sarah-Sarah was a Doctor now a Doctor and she was with-
"Harry!" John's thoughts started to click into place he wanted to sit up, but he couldn't hands were holding him down. Hands without faces, just foreign scents he tried to strike out, he had to find Sherlock.
Someone was speaking; the room smelled like a hospital, was he at the army base? Did he get injured? No, no there was a familiar voice was it Sherlock?
"Sherlock?" he whispered recognizing the warm scent, that's what calmed him, it was reassuring, it was like he was drowning and Sherlock was his life vest.
"Sssh." His mate soothed, petting his head. "Just relax. You're going to be alright. Just rest." John didn't understand what Sherlock was saying. The words all blurred together like his face, still it felt good to have him near. Someone was touching his thigh, he tried to shift his legs not liking the foreign touch, the different scents in the room making him even more nervous. He whimpered realizing his legs were tied down, held open someone was touching him.
"Sherlock?" John tried to focus; there was another cool hand on his naked shoulder. He turned into the offered protection, just enough that his nose nuzzled the smooth material of an expensive suit's sleeve.
Slowly he remembered Mycroft was in danger, they'd been brought to this big house. His head ached and the fog made it so much worse, the darkness clouding the edges of his vision threatened to pull him under. He tried to focus on his mate's offered warmth and protection.
Something cold and metal pushed inside of him he gasped biting down on the offered wrist, those long fingers with grounding words called his attention. They were endearments John had never heard his mate whisper so easily, his praises were like a cocoon of warmth that surrounded his vulnerable body.
"-the baby." Sherlock whispered urgently.
"Sherlock. Our baby." John couldn't help but smile even when his words came out as a plea.
"Yes John, our baby." And John allowed the darkness to take him, knowing their baby would be safe, would be accepted.