Chapter 2:
~X~
Sherlock ran through alleyways only thinking of getting himself as far away as possible from John. So far that he wouldn't be able to hurt him again.
It had been a week when he was stopped by a very familiar black sedan stopping on his way.
"Good Day Brother Dear, I had received a call from Doctor Watson." Mycroft said as he climbed out of the car.
"What have you done this time Sherlock?" Mycroft's usually toneless voice was unusually filled with what Sherlock would call "Sentiment", "Care and Worry" if you will.
He knew his brother had been keeping tabs on him ever since his return, oh he had been like that since before but it was ever stronger now.
His brother's Omega nature wouldn't allow his baby brother get into another life threatening situation.
"I know for a fact that you already know what happened Mycroft." Sherlock only answered.
"Why have you let it happen then?" Mycroft asked frustration in his voice even by the slightest.
-A few days and a week back-
Sherlock glared at the Alphas and Betas that had been ogling at his friend's ass since they've entered that damned club.
If it wasn't for the very important evidence he wouldn't even tolerate even the slightest malicious eyes land on his John. No that's not quite right, John's not his.
Not his, not his, not his!
No! MINE!
Luckily John had been busy chatting with the owner when he stepped behind John which made him face the offenders before snarling at each and every one of them.
"Sherlock? What is it?" John asked.
"No, nothing. Are you done?" Sherlock asked as if he'd not done anything.
"Oh yeah. Here, the victim's schedule for the past week." John handed him a folder.
He scanned through the contents searching the slightest fault that would give their murderer away.
"Hey Beautiful, you alone here?" Sherlock whipped his head to find an Alpha leaning into John obviously showing dominance. He was about to attack the man but was stunned as John with his ever small frame take down the rude Alpha before him.
Again, Sherlock was utterly amazed at just how un-Omega-like it had been.
That was right; John was no submissive Omega who needs taking care of.
"I would appreciate it very much if you keep your bloody hands to yourself. I am not alone as you can see this posh git beside me, and for the record, you are not even my type. Piss off!" John let go of the man's arm who then scuttled away from them.
When John looked up at him they both had burst out laughing gaining them some odd stares from the other customers.
The next day they had both been dashing halfway across London in pursuit of their Murderer ending with John pinning the Beta man down with Sherlock tying him up until the Yarders came to pick the man up.
They were both laughing by the time they got back to 221B.
"I'll be ordering some take out, would you like some?" John asked his phone on his hand.
"Oh uh, yeah sure." Sherlock answered.
It was three days after that chase that everything went down.
-Back with Mycroft-
Sherlock had cursed himself for even forgetting what the date was.
Oh yeah, it was boring to even look at his phone to check.
"I seem to have the necessary footages to work out what had transpired between you and the good doctor. But I must tell you this Brother mine, the further you prolong things, the more you hurt John. You had claimed him Sherlock. You should've been with him after you're apparent bonding, not leaving him all to himself."
~X~
John has never left 221B ever since the Alpha, now HIS Alpha ran out of their 'nest'.
'He left you.' A small voice said inside John's mind.
John did his best not to let it eat its way through his system.
It had been a week and six sickening days since then. John sat on his chair in the living room, eyes nailed on the door hoping that HIS Alpha would burst in any minute only to be in vain as he saw through the window that the sun has set once again.
'Alpha, where are you? Sherlock…' John silently called for his Mate.
John sighed before finally standing up walking towards Sherlock's bedroom.
His Omega whined as he set foot inside the cold empty room, he knew that Sherlock's scent had been gradually fading from that very room where it should have been the strongest.
He laid there on the bed curled up into a ball surrounded by Sherlock's clothes. His Omega ha desprerately seeked for its Alpha's scent for comfort resulting to this. He did not even realized that he had fallen asleep again, alone.
He was, however, woken up by a warm hand brushing through his hair. The Omega purred as that very familiar scent reached his nose.
"Sherlock~"
"John." John smile upon hearing that deep baritone voice he'd loved so much.
"You're finally home..."