CHAPTER 29. Unexpected
"John!" Sarah was beaming. "Did you hear-" John was sitting quietly drinking tea in the small break room of the clinic.
"Hear?"
"Look!" Sarah thrust a white paper towards him. She clutched at the envelope, her eyes still on the paper as John unfolded it. He could tell she'd been clutching it, he could see the paper's crinkles, and he had to smooth it out before he could read it. After the first lines, his eyes darted over the continued paragraphs.
"This is-this is-my god!" John was on his feet. "When did you get this?"
"It was delivered to my flat yesterday I only just opened the mail today, I've been so busy with patients. John! Do you know what this means?" Sarah's hands were clasped in front of her, and she looked ready to burst from excitement.
"Yes. We can go back." John grinned, "It looks like we can go back!"
"Right! I can't believe it. John did you check the post?"
"I haven't, most likely it's sitting on the kitchen counter under some experiment or body part. What are you going to do?" John reread the letter.
"I don't know. I haven't thought any further into it to be honest. I mean I have the clinic now, and we have patients. But I could have another Doctor take over the practice. What about you?"
John couldn't deny he missed wearing his fatigues, and the structure of the army as well as the camaraderie of close friends. Working as a team and a unit, the rush of operating out in the middle of the desert, saving lives against all odds. Then he thought of Sherlock and Baker Street. He couldn't leave Molly just yet, she was depending on him to help when the time for delivery came. Still, to go back and be useful once more. It was a temptation; he had to think it over.
"Why do you think they've withdrawn the decision to retire us? I mean, from the way this is worded the Army has gone back over the military records and discharge notes of all Omegas just recently let go. I agree it wasn't a fair decision to let us go in the first place. I mean, it wasn't our fault we had been captured. It's not like we were compromised. Anyway they are doing psych evals and the usual health exam before allowing soldiers back in. But why now?"
"I don't know John. Maybe they've finally realized that we are useful, or they are in desperate need of medical workers. Perhaps they need disposable targets for the front lines."
"Sarah." John shook his head frowning. She had sounded serious. "You can't believe that." The blond shrugged now.
"Who cares John. I mean, to some of us this was the only way of living we knew. I'm not sure if I want to go back but think of our friends, the ones unlucky enough to have been released back to their undeserving families."
"If they haven't already been auctioned off to a bondmate." John grumbled sadly.
"I heard a rumor from Joel Embers they are allowing a select group of Omegas into combat, as actual infantry. Even going as far as arming high ranking Omega officers."
"No way." John couldn't believe this, "The Army would never go for that."
"Maybe. But Joel said his cousin called him a few weeks back to discus the fact that his unit had been armed with Assault Rifles. As a precautionary measure." John realized what this meant, as did Sarah. Moran was still out there and military Omegas were a prime target for the sadist. He shivered at the memory, if he were back in the desert and John were to return to duty, that would put the Doctor back on the psychopath's radar once more.
"John no one would blame you if you-"
"No. I wouldn't let that bastard dictate how my life will be lived." John replied quickly, knowing that Sarah had always been able to read his thoughts.
"What about Sherlock?"
John frowned handing the letter back to Sarah. "Either way it would be my decision I'm free to make it." Sarah offered her friend a tight smile.
"And Molly?"
"She'll be due here in another few months, I could take a leave for that. I'm sure Mycroft her Alpha would arrange it."
"Or he could very well arrange it that you don't receive one of these letters." Sarah countered with a scowl on her face.
"Do you mind if I-"
"No, go ahead John. It's slow today. Take the rest of the afternoon off. Let me know what you decide, so I can prepare to have you covered."
"You too."
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John headed home feeling confused; he didn't want to leave Molly or Sherlock. He'd come to enjoy going on cases with the tall erratic Alpha, his tall erratic Alpha. Despite their lack of bonding, John considered Sherlock his, just thinking of the man made the Doctor's heart speed up.
It's not like he couldn't still see Sherlock, there was always leave and web chatting, he could get a fancy mobile and skype. Technology was a miraculous thing these days, he wouldn't have to wait weeks just to receive a letter. Emails were speedy and instant, and Sherlock did prefer to text so emailing would be just as convenient. Although John's stomach clinched at the idea of not waking up to that perfect porcelain face, and dark uncontrolled curls.
How frustrating, when the hell did Captain John H. Watson of the RAMC become so domesticated? He pushed the idea away, he loved Sherlock, loved him with every fiber of his being. It would hurt to be apart from the Alpha, but he could do it, if it meant saving lives and helping people. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, what if a letter hadn't even come, what if he was deemed unfit?
The Omega Doctor's stomach growled irritably, reminding the blond, that just a cup of tea at lunch would not due. However John was refusing to give in to the impulse to eat a big meal. He was trying to work off the excess weight he was putting on, walking home instead of taking a cab was part of the solution. Not over eating or giving into the unnatural cravings for chocolate lately was another.
"Well maybe a sandwich, just plain ham and cheese." John decided once he entered the flat. Once again he felt exhausted from the walk, this irritated him further. After quickly throwing together a sandwich he searched the cluttered counter top for the mail. Sure enough under some experiment that reeked of old take away and rotten milk, just sitting out in one of Mrs. Hudson's favorite casserole dishes, John found a stack of yesterday's mail.
He made a face at the experiment, or quite possibly it was just food gone bad, however the first was a better choice. Seeing how John was sure to bin any food that was off, especially lately, his sense of smell seemed so sensitive that just the tiniest scent of rotten food even a day past the expiration date set his stomach off. And having the experiment in such close proximity seemed to be doing the same. John ran to the toilet dropping the remainder of his lunch in the bin.
After rinsing his mouth and scrubbing his teeth he opened the letter and there it was, the same invitation as Sarah's. The army Doctor reread the words over and over, his heart pounding in his chest and blood thundering through his ears. He remained standing in the bathroom staring at the paper for an hour perhaps longer. The sound of a slamming door snapped him out of his wondering thoughts.
"John! The greatest thing happened today. Oh it was Christmas!" Sherlock was pulling his coat off, "Anderson-" John smiled leaning against the entry way of the kitchen, his blue eyes fondly following the dark haired consulting detective. Sherlock tugged at his scarf, and tossed it over his coat carelessly, his voice was light and jovial.
"Then, the great idiot actually put his foot in the decomposing-" Sherlock halted his story. "John? Why are you home so early? "
John didn't let him finish before crumpling the letter and envelope tossing it in the bin.
"Oh, it was slow at the clinic." John approached his mate, the scent of him was intoxicating as usual. Today however it seemed so much stronger, perhaps it was John's heightened senses.
The Omega grinned hungrily, his Alpha was sitting in his usual chair, sending out a text to Lestrade most likely. John didn't care, he wanted to be closer to Sherlock, wanted to wrap himself around the taller man, and lose himself in the scent of him. Sherlock hadn't noticed the change in the atmosphere, or the way his mate was hungrily sizing him up.
"It's a shame you weren't there today John, you would have enjoyed the sight of Anderson absolutely green from-" The Alpha didn't get a chance to continue before his Omega was taking the mobile from the detective's hands tossing it over his shoulder, then straddling the startled Alpha purposefully.
"John?" Sherlock's eyes snapped up to meet the glazed blue, "John-" And it was John's scent now that had grown stronger, the room seemed to fill with it, and Sherlock forgot what he was about to ask.
"I'm glad you're home." John whispered into the sensitive skin of the dark haired Alpha's neck.
"Are you?" a breathless question rewarded with a nod of the blond head and playful nip from a warm mouth.
"Mmm, yes." John nuzzled his Alpha once more, his knees tightening around the narrow waist. "God you smell so good, right here." Sherlock's breath hitched and he groaned when John brought his mouth down sucking gently at first then forcefully. The Doctor's well trained hands moved over the flat of his mate's chest pulling at the material of the Alpha's silk shirt. "I need you." He growled and that's all the Alpha needed to hear before possessively wrapping his arms around John's waist. Without hesitation demanding lips met John's soft ravenous mouth. The two were on the floor naked within minutes.
"John you smell delicious. God, you are so beautiful." Sherlock kissed his way down his Omega's chest, nipping and sucking until reaching his true objective. John arched up instinctively meeting the warm mouth that greedily took him in.
The Doctor vaguely became aware of the fact that his skin was starting to feel heated and the familiar itch burning through him. Was he in heat? Damn that drug, he couldn't believe how random this was. Oh but it felt so good, the dark haired Alpha was moving faster, taking him in, milking him with those perfect lips.
"John." He panted "I want to taste you, I need to. Come for me John." The soft spoken command broke the Omega's control.
"Oh god!" John felt himself uncoil and the orgasm that shot through had his whole body vibrating.
Then languid probing fingers were stretching his already soaked hole, pushing and stroking, "Fuck me." John moaned, "I want your cock, I'm ready. Please." Without further invitation the Alpha was moving, his hard tool finding it's mark. All thought or verbal communication ceased and it was only grunts and primal need.
John instinctively moved his head to the side, offering his neck, inviting his Alpha to mark him. Meeting thrust for thrust, he sobbed and whimpered with want, feeling the knot began to grow.
The Alpha's eyes gray eyes dilated and controlling widened at the sudden offered prize. Instinct directed a strong hand to tangle in the soft blond hair, pulling the Omega's head roughly to the side. Thrusting became more severe and punishing; it was need that drove the Alpha, need and want. He would have what was his, and the moaning Omega would take what he was given.
The submissive body beneath the demanding Alpha was compliant, just as the hard knot grew to finally seal the two lovers together; Sherlock brought his hungry mouth down onto the soft tissue of his Omega's neck.
Mine his throaty growls said, Mine, and teeth bit down just as a flood of seed exploded into the welcoming receptacle.
John arched his back and whimpered excitedly accepting the pain and the pleasure, unable to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of being filled and truly possessed. Another shot of warm cum exploded from the exhausted Omega and he happily fell into an fatigued sleep, locked to his love and bondmate.
Sherlock panted finally coming to, the fog of heat and want lifting slightly. He groaned trying to find a more comfortable position worried he was crushing his unconscious Omega.
Yes, John was finally his, Sherlock marveled over the warmth that locked him invisibly to his Omega. The bond was there, and long after his knot deflated he felt the connection just as strong still in place. The feeling of completion, as if a part of him that he had no idea he'd been missing, was finally in place.
"I love you." Sherlock whispered lifting his still sleeping bondmate up all too easily and laying him gently in their bed.
