NOTE: To understand this you MUST read the first in the series Alphas and Omegas.

I really wish I'd known about the Omegaverse back then so I could of picked a different name!

John hated swimming in the Thames, the water was murky and filled with silt. Despite his sharp eyes he found the dark waters very hard to navigate, especially at night but he didn't have much choice. The idiotic criminal had dumped the diamonds into the water from the side of his boat so that Sherlock wouldn't have the evidence to convict him. So now, here he was, at the bottom of the horrible river bed, searching for anything that wasn't covered in grime.

Sherlock told him to be thankful John could breath under water, John told him he could be thankful later, after all the mud was cleaned off him.

'Why did I have to be the one to grow gills and webs?' John lamented to himself.

He rifled through the mud, stirring up the waters until he finally felt his palm close around a cool smooth object. It was hard to see so deep down in the midnight waters but with his sharp vision he could tell it was one of the gems. Excellent! The others must be close by. He continued to gather up the precious stones, placing them in his pockets until he had almost every one, he was about to reach for a particularly large stone when he coughed and began to choke on the water around him.

Slightly panicked he bought his hands to his face, the webs were smaller. Suddenly very panicked as it became harder to breath he patted around his neck, his gills were closing! How could that be? He didn't bother to dwell on it, he was at the bottom of the Thames for goodness sakes! He shot upward, swimming for the surface, the glimmer of street lights began to filter through the waters as he gills closed off completely. He felt like his lungs were burning inside his chest, the sensation made him dizzy. Some how he kept moving, if he passed out he'd drown and Sherlock had no idea of his struggle beneath the expanse of blue.

Bursting up into the air he dragged the oxygen into his starved lungs, the dizziness did not leave, if anything the air made him feel worse. He coughed and spluttered up the water that had made it's way into his stomach and tried to breath in again. Weakly he pulled himself up onto the dock from which he'd jumped in, vaguely aware that somebody was pulling his jacket in an effort to help him. Still panting for air he collapsed on his stomach against the damp wood. Focusing solely on his ability to breath.

He could feel the connection between Sherlock and himself open up as the detective laid his hand over the doctors. His emotions asking questions faster than aloud words ever could. Are you all right? What happened? Why did you turn off your gills so far down? Did you get all the gems?

Groaning John sat up giving Sherlock a friendly smile to show he was fine.

"Here, I got most of them." John coughed emptying his pockets, "Is this enough?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded, "Why didn't you turn your gills off until you reached the surface John? Or at least turn them back on when you began to struggle? That was a foolish thing to do!"

"I didn't turn them off." John growled, "They failed on their own, I couldn't turn them on again."

Sherlock gave him a concerned look and switch on his data vision.

"Sherlock!" John scolded, "Anybody could see you!"

"You seem fine…" Sherlock muttered, hair and eyes returning to their usual dark shade of black rather than blazing white.

"I'm just tired." John nodded, "That must be it, even I can't go two week without sleep without feeling the ramifications."

Sherlock gave a nod and helped John to his feet.

"We will return home once I've taken these to Lestrade." He indicated to them gems, "The police force can take it from here. I prefer to avoid the paper work."

-oOo-

Usually John slept for a few hours every two nights or so, unlike Sherlock who liked to stay up for at least a week at a time. Ever since this case began both had been going full on. Their bodies could last about two to three weeks before they simple had to rest due to exhaustion but ideally they needed to sleep at least once a week.

John was feeling the call of his bed now as they climbed the stairs, but he had something to deal with first.

"Alright Sherlock, you need sleep too." He chided, "We both do."

"You go and sleep, the incident at the river is proof enough you are exhausted." Sherlock waved him off, "I have some experiments to do."

"Oh no you don't." John dragged the detective to his room, "You're going to sleep."

"I am most certainly not!" Sherlock snapped trying to free his arm of John's grip, "Let me go!"

John responded by conjuring a silver ring in his free palm and shoving it against Sherlock's temple. The detective instantly felt drowsy.

"That's cheating." Sherlock grumbled as he flopped down on his bed.

"Oh shut up and get some sleep." John chuckled, "At least I didn't knock you out completely."

John left and went to his room after that, Sherlock heard the bed creak as the Omega dropped down onto it and instantly fell asleep. Sherlock decided he may as well sleep now since John had induced this exhausted state, deep down he knew he couldn't of made it more than a few more days before he collapsed anyway.

-oOo-

Sherlock was standing on a cliff made of black, cracked stone. The rock face was so high he couldn't see the ground below, only blackness and the grey sky with a dead sun. In front of him was a black miasma, steadily creeping toward him. Shapes and faces formed that at first he didn't recognise but then they cleared and he growled. Alphas, all the other Alphas from The Facticity that he grew up with who had lost their Omegas and been taken away. He'd almost forgotten them now.

Then that Gamma joined them, Moriarty he was at the head of the group, they all had hungry eyes that lit up as they stared at him.

"He's the only one left." They snarled, "Give him to us!"

At first Sherlock was confused, then he realised John was standing just behind him at his side. When had he gotten here?

"I could make him bond with me, make him MY Omega." Moriarty taunted just like he had at the pool, Sherlock stepped in front of John.

He held up a hand ready to attack but the lightning wouldn't come, the Alpha's laughed, Moriarty grinned.

"Give him to us!"

"No!" Sherlock growled, "John, fly away."

"I can't!" John replied looking frightened, "My wings, they're gone!"

The miasma shot forward forming a ring around the detective and covering John. He heard the Omega yell and the faces laugh at his pain, Sherlock reached out into the black cloud to pull John out but found it burnt his skin terribly.

"John!"

"He's ours now." The voices taunted, "You no longer have any purpose!"

The miasma closed in on him, ready to burn him to a crisp, he held out a hand and tried to summon his lightning but it wouldn't come. He watched as shadowy hands reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, dragging him toward the smoke...

"NO!"

"Argh!"

The hands were wrenched from his shoulders as Sherlock's lightning hit whatever was holding him down off his chest. His eyes snapped open at the second voice and sat up quickly, John was sitting on the ground at the foot of his bed, healing rings working on two burns near the centre of his chest caused by Sherlock's blast.

"John!" Sherlock gaped, "I'm sorry."

"It's all right." John winced, "You were dreaming, I shouldn't of grabbed you like that."

Sherlock watched as John's healing rings dulled slightly before regaining their glow and repeating. They had never done that before...

I told myself I wasn't going to upload this chapter until I'd finished Brothers of Destiny. But I couldn't help it! So here it is, the sequel. I've been planning it for AGES.

A while ago I found this picture Two Ghosts by Oirbmeamu on DeviantArt that reminded me of Alpha's and Omega's, check it out!

I have been inspired to do many scenes from pictures and fanart I've found over the last few months. I'll be sure to tell you of them in the chapters they appear.