Tempered Steel

by MyFirstistheFourth

Sherlock struggles with being a mate. John faces an unknown desire. While an enemy seeks to destroy a bond and the men who share it. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Angst and Feels abound but All Shall Be Well Friends! Mature in later chapters, starting with chapter 11.

23. Chapter 23

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's here at last friends, the next to last chapter! I can only apologize to you all as my pending divorce has made writing a bit tougher. It took a good three weeks to even get this chapter going and there was so much to include for you guys. I hope it will all be worth the delay. However, I MUST tell you another story in conjunction with this chapter. My erstwhile beta, Spades, who has seen me through the bulk of this story and so much else besides the writing is by far the most dedicated and diligent beta around. I constantly express my appreciation for her but you the readers must know just what she (and my chapters) go through in order to reach you! This chapter (bonding smut and all) was betaed right under the noses of unsuspecting strangers, in line at the DMV office, during the running of dog trials, at work, during meals, at home...Everywhere, because she's Just that committed! ;) Understand also, that she prints out my chapters to proof with her proverbial 'Red Pen', though this time she choose light blue (I think it was for the babies. O.o). The ragged pages that survive now are to be enshrined in tribute to her, "For Efforts Above and Beyond the Call of Duty as a Beta"! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Doggie drool, coffee stains, food particles, numerous folds from being crumpled and shoved into her bag wherever she happened to be proofing, as well as virtually bleeding blue. These are the marks of the diligence, talent, and dedication of which I may or may not be deserving. You may appreciate the writer all you want but it's the woman behind the writer who deserves just as much of the credit. I hope you all enjoy the culmination of our joint efforts in "officially" the Longest chapter I have written to date. Thank you all for coming along for the ride! :-D Cynthia

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The ride back to the townhome was an exercise in torment for both men; so close to their desired goal while still forced to wait. Once surrounded by his Alpha's scent and secured within the circle of his embrace, Greg was quickly lost to the Omega's call. While his body yet prepared to receive its mate, the detective was submerged beneath waves of instinct and need, now yielding freely to the demands of his nature.

Mycroft had been startled by the ferocity of his own long repressed Alpha instincts. They had barely made it out of the building without actual violence occurring; a couple of young officers failing to understand the risk of their actions. Daring not only to look at His Omega but then to make actual eye contact with him as well, the Alpha, already aroused by the pheromones of his mate, took their actions as an overt threat to his claim. The warning snarl that clawed its way out of his throat surprised even his long-time bodyguards as he lunged for the men. Only the quick actions of the guards surrounding them and the Omega clinging desperately to his side, prevented the normally reserved government official from making short work of the fools. Once they were removed from the threat and Mycroft managed to wrestle some control back over his Alpha, he managed a sharp nod of appreciation to his escorts for their timely intervention. If only for the paperwork it saved him in justifying their deaths; they weren't even Alphas for Christ's sake, he had reacted violently to the casual looks of a couple of betas.

To be fair, Sherlock had tried to warn him about the things that could happen when the Alpha was allowed to be unleashed fully for the sake of taking a mate. He had arrogantly thought he would be above such animalistic behavior, being the senior Alpha; surely his vast knowledge and experience would give him better control than his younger brother described. He thought briefly of the Alpha's actions against Moran less than a week ago, then considered his reactions now; rubbing a shaking hand over a brow now dotted with sweat, he focused only on his mate and getting them both safely home.

The Alpha's very public display of power, in defense of his claim, stroked the Omega's ego and fueled the burning desire that only grew stronger as the minutes passed. The Omega preened, arching in a slow stretch and baring his neck to his champion, then moaning softly as he tried to bury his nose against the heated scent gland that broadcasted his mate's arousal and eagerness with every breath. They barely made it into the car before he straddled his Alpha's lap, whimpering as he ground his tender arse and swollen cock down onto the swelling bulge beneath him. The detective could no more control his behavior at this point than he could dial a phone or make an arrest; his need for the Alpha was palpable.

Mycroft could feel his Alpha instincts pushing forward, even as he fought to cling to his control. It had never been this difficult. His senses were inundated with the scent of his own Omega...His mate. With a throaty growl, he grasped the silver head in one hand and rutting arse with the other, taking the Omega's mouth in a forceful, possessive kiss, swallowing down the hungry moans of the man above him. As aroused as the Alpha already was, the heady delightful scent of his mate told him it was not yet time to claim what was his; the particular blend and concentration of pheromones was not quite right to trigger the Alpha's rut. He could only bide his time until Gregory's body signalled it was finally ready. It was not going to be easy, however; Mycroft hoped his legendary control wouldn't slip again as the Alpha's instincts became harder to ignore.

With a loud groan he tore his mouth from the Omega, tilting his head to bite down against the flushed collarbone, holding firm until the man stilled and became compliant in his arms. With a final press of his teeth he released the warm flesh in his mouth, unconsciously licking against the light bite. Summoning the Alpha, he used his voice to bind the Omega temporarily.

"Be still. We shall be home soon."

He ignored the needy whine as he shifted the Omega off his lap to curl up beside him. He kept his arm moulded protectively around his mate and allowed the scenting to continue as he focused on maintaining his control just a bit longer. The fact that Greg continued to rut against his side did nothing to help but he forced himself to ignore it. He was already pressed tight against the car door so he concentrated on the armrest currently bruising his ribs and the seat belt buckle digging painfully into his hip as distractions from the alluring Omega at his side. Taking slow deep breaths in through his mouth and out through his nose, he gradually minimized the amount of scent and pheromones reaching his Alpha receptors and only then did he relax minutely. They were approaching the final turn when Greg's voice drifted up to his ear, pleading softly.

He had tried to be patient...he could do nothing against the command of his Alpha at any rate, but the burning, gnawing pain inside was only growing worse. It was a familiar but far more potent itch than he had ever felt before; one that could only be scratched by one's mate. He rutted against the Alpha's side and hip, trying to choke down the whimper of need even that bit of friction caused. He tried, but it became too much at last; in a shaky voice that was nearly a whisper he begged, "Please. It hurts Alpha, please...help me. Need...I need, make it better. Mark me...claim me...make the pain go away. Fuck me."

Mycroft growled in frustration, knowing nothing he could do would help yet. "Shh...I will Gregory. I promise. I will make it all feel better when we get home." The sudden groan of disappointment from the Omega in his arms prompted further action. Pressing his left hand down against the Omega's groin, he provided a temporary distraction as he spoke. "Shh...it's alright. It'll be okay, we're almost home now. You can see our turn just ahead." The need to help his mate proving to be yet another distraction to help Mycroft keep the Alpha at bay as they approached the townhouse.

The beta guards made certain the two men were safely inside, trusting in their erstwhile leader to secure his home from the inside, and took up positions around the perimeter of the home and property. It was their job to protect the home and those inside from threat or distraction during this crucial time. Mycroft himself had briefed them most stringently for this assignment and each man took his duty seriously. Nevermind that not one of them wanted to deal with Alpha Holmes if they should fail, especially not after what they had seen at the Yard.

For his part, Mycroft barely had a chance to turn and arm the security system before Gregory was upon him again, kissing eagerly at his cheeks and throat as his hands fumbled clumsily at the fastenings to the Alpha's trousers.

"Home...home now...make it better...said you would. Now. Please. Now." Apparently too far gone to manage the fastener successfully, the Omega fell to his knees, pressing his nose hungrily against his Alpha's covered cock and inhaling deeply as he rubbed his own swollen shaft.

It was almost more than the Alpha could take, only the instinct to make certain their sanctuary was secure overrode his desire to 'take, have, claim'. With a loud snarl, he reached down and twisted the silver hair around his fingers, pulling his Omega sharply to his feet and spinning him quickly before he pinned him against the wall. Grinding his cock against the tender arse and growling his appreciation at the sudden surge of pheromones his actions caused, he cautiously let the restrained passions of his Alpha surface as his throaty voice spoke raw and hot against the Omega's neck and ear.

"Mmm...close. So close now, aren't you my sweet. Almost ready for me now, I can tell. I can smell your body screaming for me." He thrust sharply against the lush tightness of his Omega's arse, their combined moans echoing through the entrance hall. The grip on Greg's hair tightened, pulling a whimpered moan from the man against the wall. "Is this what you want? Want your Alpha's cock buried deep in that wet, needy arsehole?" The silver head nodded eagerly against the wallpaper as the urgent plea came yet again.

"Oh yes! Please Alpha...do it...give it to me. Fuck me hard...bind me to you! You're the only one it can be. Bite me, bond me...please. I've waited so long for you."

Mycroft did indulge in a soft bite over the hot swollen bonding gland before pulling back from his prize. He found it necessary to hold the Omega upright, as even the soft bite had caused his knees to buckle. The Alpha hummed in pleasure as he could finally smell the surge of fresh slick preparing the way for him. "It will give me no greater pleasure on this earth than to bond with you, Gregory. However, I shall do it in a proper bed and not in the foyer." With great reluctance, he pushed firmly away from his mate and with a sharp swat to one tight cheek, sent him upstairs to wait for him. "I must make certain our home is absolutely secure. I want you to go and take a quick shower. When I am finished," he leered hungrily at his mate and grasped both globes of his arse, squeezing tightly, "I expect you to be ready and waiting for me." Gregory's hormone induced haze seemed to clear for a moment as he smiled softly and gave a nod of understanding. The expectant shudder Mycroft could feel pass though his Omega's body pleased him as did the fresh wave of pheromones he scented when he sent him on his way with another growl of raw Alpha lust. His rut was beginning. He rushed to complete his tasks as the Omega disappeared upstairs.

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Greg stumbled into the bathroom, his clothes falling into a haphazard pile in the floor as he stripped quickly. His Alpha was coming for him and he had to be clean...he had to be ready. He barely adjusted the taps before he stepped beneath the spray, gasping as the jets of warm water hit his overly sensitized skin. He honestly tried to wash, but the slide of his soapy hands over wet skin only served to stimulate his hormonally heightened libido further. Soon he was leaning against the tiles, one hand rubbing over his hardened nipples while the other stroked steadily over his cock. His pheromone addled brain scrambled for the last coherent thing he was thinking about...something...no, someone was coming...try as he might he could not recall the significance as the hand on his chest drifted down to his arse. He hissed, then moaned as first two, then three fingers quickly disappeared into his wet clenching hole. Everything else was forgotten with a needy whine as he began to rock between the fingers in his arse and the hand around his cock.

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Mycroft had checked the entire home in record time, making his way to the bedroom as fast as he could. The surge of heat pheromones and the scent of ripe Omega nearly brought the Alpha to his knees when he opened the door. He was surprised not to see his Omega waiting for him in the bed, but then he heard the sound of the shower still running. He knew he had been quick, but as horny as his mate had been he had almost expected him to be on his knees with his leaking arse already presented and waiting for him when he arrived. The Alpha had reached the limits of his patience by this point; he could smell his mate, ready to be fucked and bonded, bred and claimed. With another glance at the empty bed, the government official's expensive suit became a casualty as the Alpha began shredding clothes from his body while he stalked into the bathroom after his prey. Even Sherlock would not recognize his brother beneath the snarling Alpha, now in full rut.

The sight awaiting him in the bathroom, stopped the Alpha in his tracks. His Omega, leaning back against the shower wall pleasuring himself as the spray of water danced across his taut body. The Alpha watched as the Omega's head fell back, baring his throat as a needy moan echoed through the room. Even over the scent of soap and water, his mate's strong pheromones reached him, sending the Alpha so deep into rut that the thought of his Omega being pleasured by fingers in his hole instead of his cock pushed him over the edge. Thoughts of the bed were a distant memory as he entered the shower with a fierce growl.

While the sound of his Alpha's growl sent fresh lubrication sluicing down his thighs, the Omega's response was sluggish. Lost to his own arousal at this point, he failed to even notice the approach of his mate until he found both hands snatched from their tasks and pinned above his head. Finding the Alpha's hard body pressed firmly against him as his mouth was savagely reclaimed, the Omega could only moan and buck against the rather large erection grinding against his lower abdomen. When the Alpha released his mouth, he could only watch in a daze as the hand that was so recently pleasuring his arse was pulled down to his Alpha's face. Feral eyes met his as the Alpha took a long sniff of the lubricant still coating the Omega's fingers, followed quickly by the swipe of a long tongue obsessively licking the fingers clean with a low grumbling sound. He couldn't help his eyes falling closed at both the sound and the sensation, only for them to snap open at a sound he had never heard before, the true voice of his Alpha, deep in the throes of rut and incapable of disguise.

"MINE!" snarled the Alpha, still clutching the Omega's wrist holding the fingers up to his face. When the Omega met his eyes, he gave a low growl again to the answering moan of his mate. Shaking the hand in his slightly, he spoke forceful and gruff, "Always...Mine." The Omega barely had the chance to nod and say 'yes' before he was spun around, his chest pushed forward by the hand between his shoulder blades and his arse instinctively thrust back towards his Alpha. The shower continued raining down on them, though neither took any notice of that fact. Long fingers now thrust deep into the Omega's squelching hole, causing a needy whine as the Alpha fingered him roughly. "This…" the fingers thrust sharply into him for emphasis, "belongs to Me!"

Gasping at his body's visceral response to the Alpha's aggressiveness as a wave of slick gushed from his arse, he replied in a desperate, shaking voice, "YES YOURS! Only Yours, Alpha. Take it...Please! Take what's yours, Alpha. Fuck me...please...knot me now!" There was no further warning, the fingers were removed and quickly replaced by the blunt thick cockhead of his Alpha's erection. With a savage roar that shook the small tiled room with its reverberations, his Alpha thrust home, piercing him deeply all at once. Already long aroused and over stimulated, the Omega came instantly, his loud cry joining that of his mate as his hands scrabbling against the tile for something to grip while his world tilted on its axis. It was perfect, the Alpha fitting his body and relieving the terrible aching as if they had been made for each other. The thick cock stretched and filled his clenching hole, pressing tightly against his cervix deep inside. Greg would never understand how he could know that but the Omega understood with utter clarity. This was their Alpha and there would never be another.

The Alpha held himself still within his Omega, feeling the spasms of orgasm squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. He draped his torso over the taut back of his mate, growling his pleasure against the bowed neck and enjoying the shivers of corresponding pleasure he caused. He waited only long enough for the waves of the Omega's first orgasm to fade before gripping the narrow hips in his hands and pulling out fully only to pierce his mate deeply with another ferocious thrust. The cry of his mate triggered an answering snarl from the Alpha as he began to pound into the oh so willing arse at a demanding pace. The too long denied need and desire impossible to regulate at this point. His knot began to swell within moments, the sensations of their mating becoming blinding while he continued fucking mindlessly. The urgent moans and litany of 'yeses' from his Omega as the knot caught repeatedly on his stretched rim, along with his own own animalistic grunts were the only sounds to be heard as instinct and need spiralled together towards a rapid climax. With a final guttural growl, he drove his cock in roughly as the knot flared to fullness and he sank his teeth deeply over the bonding gland. Humming in primal pleasure at the taste of Omega enzymes and blood spilling into his mouth, binding his mate to him, he pumped his seed into the welcoming womb. Marked inside and out, the Alpha had made his claim.

The burning stretch of the knot followed swiftly by the sharp sting of the bonding bite brought an ecstatic cry to Greg's lips, despite the Omega's instinctive resistance to a new bond. Held firm by knot, teeth, and the weight of the man behind him, the resistance was quickly overshadowed as he accepted the bond and the Alpha he wanted. The man who, his body and the bond now informed him with absolute certainty, was indeed his intended Alpha...his own True Mate. With a contented sigh, he yielded to his Alpha, his body going lax beneath the dominant male.

They stayed that way for long moments, the Alpha resting against the Omega's back as they regained their breath and equilibrium. The Omega's body milked his Alpha repeatedly, groaning in subdued pleasure with each shift of the knot and new pulse of cum within in his body. While locked together, the first demanding wave of pheromones settled and the two men began to emerge from the hormonally induced haze. For his part, Greg was perfectly content with the situation. Sated for the moment, he stretched out his arms against the tiles and rested his head on his forearms as he enjoyed the sensations of being bonded once more and waited for the next surge to take him. Mycroft, on the other hand…

His rut had been all consuming, virtually taking over and blacking out the consciousness of the man in order to serve the needs of the Alpha. The man now blinked slowly against the muscular back over which he was draped, awareness trickling in slowly at first then abruptly as his brain caught up with his actions. With a gasp of shock, Mycroft pulled back only to be caught by his own knot buried inside Gregory's arse. There were low moans from each of them but otherwise the Omega was quiet. Mycroft could hardly bring himself to face what he had done; he couldn't even remember clearly beyond reaching the bedroom. He braced himself with his hands against the tiles on either side of Gregory's shoulders, far enough away not to cause further unwanted contact. He forced himself to look down to where they were joined, ashamed not only to see but be aroused by the sight of the Omega's hole stretched tight around his knot. His gaze travelled slowly up the body before him, the spray of water trickling over the still flushed skin a tantalizing sight until his eyes reached the neck and the glaring evidence of what he had done. He knew without a doubt that they were bonded, he could feel...them. But this was not the way it should have happened. Certain his new mate was disappointed in him, Mycroft forced himself to take a deep breath and apologize; try and begin to make amends for his disgraceful behavior.

"I am so sorry, Gregory. My behavior has been unforgivable. It was never my intention for our bonding to happen like...like this. You deserve better and I apologize. I hope you can find it in your heart to allow me to make it up to you."

Greg had been resting with his eyes closed; he had heard Mycroft's startled gasp and felt his reflexive pull away. Realizing his Alpha had to be overwhelmed by this experience, he remained quiet to give him time to process their new status. When Mycroft began babbling out some kind of apology, his eyes popped open; apparently he hadn't judged the situation correctly. He thought of Mycroft's inbred tendency for things to be done properly and wanted to shake the daft bugger, but he waited until the Alpha fell silent to reply. Stretching his arms above his head and arching his back languidly, knowing full well it caused him to squeeze down on the Alpha's knot, he smiled at the sudden intake of breath behind him.

"I have no idea what you're bloody on about...that was Brilliant!" He stayed stretched out against the wall, displaying himself for his Alpha.

"But...but we didn't even make it to the bed, Gregory." Mycroft was incredulous that his mate didn't see the issue. "You deserved a proper bed and a proper bonding. What will we ever tell the children?! Bonded in the shower is just so...unseemly."

Greg couldn't help himself, he laughed out loud, the vibrations bringing forth another groan from his mate. "You're an idiot." He could practically smell Mycroft's affront at that statement. He twisted slightly so he could see his mate's face, smiling to soften his words. "Haven't you realized yet that there is no 'proper' when it comes to Alphas and Omegas? Especially with us." He reached his right arm back, cupping his hand back around Mycroft's hip and pulling him as close as he could manage in this position. "We're older, we both have demanding careers, we are damn lucky we even found each other. I don't care how or where we bonded, My...only that we did."

Mycroft did not seem convinced. "But...the shower?"

Greg chuckled again, releasing the hip and reaching up and back to pull the Alpha forward, kissing him briefly before continuing. "I would have been bound in the back seat and not complained, Mycroft. I will have you any way I can, whenever I can, as long as it works for us. That is the only thing that should matter." The relief was immediately visible, a smile finally curving the Alpha's lips before he leaned forward and kissed his new mate thoroughly. When they broke the kiss, Greg gave his Alpha a cheeky wink. "This heat isn't over yet you know, still plenty of time to make it to the bed."

Mycroft gave a low rumble in response, running his hands down over the muscled back to grasp the Omega's hips and grind his knot firmly against the stretched rim. The moan he got in reply sent delicious shivers down his spine as he realized just how much he had to look forward to now with his mate. He slid his right hand around to grasp an already hardening cock and his left hand reached up to tease and pull tender nipples as he pressed himself tightly to his Omega. He licked tenderly across his bite, relishing the way Gregory trembled beneath him as he did. He placed a kiss just behind the Omega's ear as he spoke in a husky voice, "I suppose you're right. The bed will be perfect...when I've managed to have you in and on every other location I can think of first."

The Alpha's ministrations were quickly drawing the Omega under once again and Greg groaned at the promising words and titillating actions. "Yes...Please!" He whimpered as the knot finally released, even as his Alpha's cock thickened inside him anew. "Take me anywhere you want...take me everywhere," he managed to plead before he was consumed by the feverish need once more.

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John received the news of Greg's heat with a smile, happy that his friend would be able to achieve the bond he wanted so desperately. He made a fresh round of tea and carried their mugs carefully out to the sitting room, the growing twins taking their toll on his gait and equilibrium now. "A little something to warm you up, love." He handed the cup over and placed a light kiss on Sherlock's temple, smiling at the murmured thanks while he lowered himself into his chair and took up his own mug.

They both sipped in silence for a few moments; Sherlock checking over his emails and John just relaxing. John had just raised his mug for another sip when the thought struck him. "Did you call your mother?"

"Hmm...What?" Sherlock grudgingly pulled his attention away from his laptop to answer his mate. "No. Why would I have called Mummy?" He was instantly aware of the fond exasperation coming from the man across from him and the 'you are an idiot' expression only John could manage to use on him.

John glanced over the rim of his mug before he rested it on the arm of his chair to reply. "To tell her about Mycroft and Greg. You should let her know."

Sherlock blinked, clearly not understanding. "What would be the point in me telling her that news? I am neither my brother's keeper nor in the habit of reporting his sexual exploits to our mother."

John chucked his Union Jack at the oblivious detective. "For one thing, your brother is not just having sex, he is taking a mate. For another, Greg's heat will last for days." Sherlock merely raised an eyebrow quizzically and John huffed in frustration. "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, Sherlock. The day after that is Christmas…"

"Yes, thank you for that reminder, John. Though I am capable of reading the calendar, if the garish decorations and persistent carols didn't give me a clue."

John grit his teeth and wished he had his pillow back so he could throw it harder, perhaps at the idiot's head this time. "Christmas Day...when your mother is expecting the entire family at the estate for dinner and a visit. You, me, Greg, Mycroft, the children, even Doctor Johnson; she has invited everyone and has been preparing. While Greg and Mycroft's bonding is to be celebrated, it does cause a problem with the Christmas plans and therefore it would be polite to let your mother know what is going on."

Sherlock was only mildly embarrassed by the chastisement of his mate; for all his progress with their relationship and with family, he still preferred to leave such matters to John. Brilliant John who was already pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing. Sherlock returned his attention to his emails, letting his appreciation and affection for his mate flow freely across their bond. The same feelings expressed back just as quickly, despite the hint of annoyance that lingered.

A quick, animated call later and Sherlock's attention was drawn once more to his mate's voice.

"Well, your mother is thrilled about the bonding. She insists that Christmas can keep until Greg and Mycroft are available. Actually she just changed her plans and now expects us all to come and spend the New Year at the estate."

Sherlock gave a knowing nod. "Mummy is nothing if not practical. New Year's should work out just fine."

John nodded to himself, glancing around the flat a moment before beginning to push himself up out of his chair. "Right. If we are spending Christmas here then we definitely have to decorate." Sherlock glanced at the bare tree that stood waiting in the corner of the sitting room and groaned softly despite his earlier intentions to help do just that. His Captain was having none of it however, ordering Sherlock up and down stairs for the various boxes of holiday trimmings they had stored while he called for takeaway for dinner. Soon enough they were stringing lights and hanging the greenery and ornaments; eating Chinese directly out of cartons as they worked. While John Watson had always been a man you wouldn't want to mess with, a pregnant John was downright terrifying when focused on a task.

Sherlock did as he was told for once until every inch of the flat twinkled or radiated pine-scented hominess to John's satisfaction. The nesting instinct remained in full force and appeared to be exacerbated by the festive season. Sherlock suspected John would have kept picking at this and that all night if he had let him but the twins were requiring more and more of his energy these days. When he saw John supporting himself against the mantle while a prolonged yawn passed, he promptly ordered him to bed, turning off the lights and ushering his mate to their bedroom. By the time, John had been to the loo and prepared for bed he was sagging heavily against Sherlock, nearly asleep before his head hit the pillows and the covers were pulled over him. The Alpha smiled at his exhausted mate, leaning over to press a kiss to his brow, then another over the swell of his children. He bid them goodnight in a low whisper so as not to disturb John, though he doubted anything would rouse him at the moment. "You two be good for your mother, let him get some sleep tonight. He's been doing too much and needs his rest." The soft push of an appendage pressing up against his cheek and lips in reply brought a smile to his face as he rose to leave. He was just pulling the door closed when he was surprised by John's groggy voice.

"Shopping. More shopping...tomorrow...need…"

Sherlock waited but the rest of that thought was not immediately forthcoming so he turned again to go.

"Dinner...food. Christmas dinner," came the sleepy mumbling again. John shuffled around in the bed until he appeared to get comfortable, tucking one hand beneath the pillow under his cheek as he resumed his slumber.

Sherlock watched him sleep for a moment longer, certain he was well under now, then went to lock up the flat. Normally he would stay up but for some reason he was feeling the weight of impending fatherhood tonight. No doubt he could attribute his feelings to the whole holiday and familial melancholy it engendered, nevertheless, he soon readied himself for bed and slid beneath the covers next to John. His arms assuming their now accustomed position, cradling his family as they slept.

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No sooner were they up and well fortified with breakfast and tea, than John dragged them out into the chaos of London on Christmas Eve Day...for shopping. Sherlock still complained but went along readily to help his pregnant mate who had decidedly more trouble getting about these days. At least John had no reservations about commandeering one of Mycroft's fleet of cars and a driver now, piling them into the back seat and checking his list before sending them off.

Sherlock was never more grateful for John's militaristic approach to a task. By lunch they had procured everything John had determined they would need for their own Christmas dinner and festivities, as well as stopped in on Sally to leave gifts for the children and exchange best wishes for the holidays. Sally had already attempted to give them both gifts, but John had flatly refused stating that she had already given them more than enough by way of her help getting ready for the twins. Sherlock knew she was not so easily swayed however and deduced that her gifts would invariably make their way into the flat at some point, until they ended up exactly where Sally wanted them to be. He thought John suspected as much also but left the two friends to their games rather than exposing the whole charade as he would normally. It was Christmas after all, he supposed some gesture of goodwill was expected.

They were home in time for tea. Afterwards, Sherlock left John napping while he ran out to call in a favor. It was last minute as far as the holiday went but he had been thinking about it for some time now. He had told John gifts weren't necessary, but perhaps his mate would forgive this small exception to that mandate.

He was back home for dinner and well ready to simply stay put with John for the remainder of the holiday. Dinner ended up being a hearty bowl of soup and a sandwich since John was baking heavily for tomorrow. Sherlock admonished him not to make so much as it would just be the two of them to eat, to which John merely laughed.

"I know you Sherlock. I'll be lucky if even one biscuit survives to Boxing Day, so you just leave the amount of baking up to me."

Sherlock smirked, John did know him well; so he didn't bother to argue any further and tried to help where he could. Only when the kitchen was covered in biscuits and even a tray of mince tarts, did John seem satisfied. He had been on his feet for almost three hours and was feeling the strain; pressing the heel of his palms into his lower back he stretched with a loud groan.

The Alpha had become much more adept at knowing when to take care of his Omega. Sending John into the sitting room to put his feet up and rest, Sherlock set about making them both some tea.

John settled with a heavy sigh, rubbing over his belly as he put up his swollen feet. The soldier still wanted to grumble and protest these changes in his physical state, but the Omega was at peace with himself. He watched the lights on the tree blinking merrily, noticing even the street traffic had died down as fellow Londoners made their way home to families and friends for the night. He was quite content until a sudden gurgle from his stomach triggered another thought.

"Sherlock, would you mind bringing me a…" John was cut off as a plate filled with pickle spears covered in jam appeared in front of him. He glanced up with an embarrassed grin on his face, "Oh...that obvious?"

Sherlock smiled warmly, "Only to me." He passed the plate to John and sat their mugs down within reach before he went over to stir the fire, placing another log on to keep the warm glow going. He turned off the other lights in the sitting room as he returned, knowing John enjoyed relaxing by the light of the fire and the tree. He sat next to his mate on the sofa while they finished the tea and John finished his snack. When they were both done, he cleared away the dishes, returning quickly to settle in for a cuddle with John. He was still surprised to find himself thinking of such a thing as cuddling, but nevertheless, he helped John get repositioned until they were both snuggled together and content.

John leaned back against his Alpha's chest with his legs stretched out along the sofa, a cushion placed considerately beneath his knees. Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder and those long arms wrapped around his rather expanded waist. John still worried about his appearance at times as anyone would, but Sherlock never complained or voiced anything other than his absolute admiration and appreciation of John's pregnant form, the openness of their bond always confirming he was being honest. And if John ever appeared still to doubt his words, the Alpha would issue a rumbling growl of possessive pride that invariably made the Omega shudder in pleasure. He sighed and pressed back against his mate. "This is nice." He felt as much as heard the answering affirmative hum against his shoulder. "You know I tried to convince Celeste and Alec to come and eat with us tomorrow."

"Oh?" Sherlock had tuned out most of that conversation, so had been unaware of the offer. "They declined I take it?"

John nodded. "Celeste said we should take the time to enjoy our last holiday alone together." He chuckled, "I suppose she has a point." He turned his head, currently resting on Sherlock's right shoulder, and glanced up with a smile, pressing both of their hands down over his stomach, "We'll be having company for holidays from now on. Not likely to get as much time alone in the future."

Sherlock leaned forward with another hum, claiming John's lips for a lingering kiss full of promise for later but not pushing for anything just now. He pulled away with a smirk. "My mother is a very smart woman." John joined in his soft laughter before returning the kiss, parting finally with a contented sigh. There was no rush at the moment, they had all evening...the whole holiday to themselves.

Sherlock waited until John had relaxed fully against him again before broaching a special topic. His Omega was happily humming some Christmas carol to himself and stroking over the children as he watched the play of twinkling lights over glittery ornaments. "John, I know I indicated that gifts were not necessary...certainly not for me. But I did find that I needed to get something for you, just one gift."

John turned his head to once again look Sherlock more fully in the face. "Well that's not very fair. I didn't get you anything, not really." He had gotten some bits and bobs for Sherlock's stocking but not a particular gift.

Sherlock soothed his mate quickly. "It is fine, John. I assure you I will be very content with my gifts when they arrive." He rubbed one hand gently over John's swollen abdomen and gave him a reassuring kiss. "I think you will forgive my being inconsiderate in light of the gift itself." He had placed the small box strategically behind the cushions and now pulled it out to present to his mate.

John stared for one very long minute at the small velvet covered box before he finally took it. His hand shook ever so slightly as he pushed open the hinged lid to reveal a smooth, shiny yellow gold band, not too thin or too wide, just right for any kind of task John might be engaged in while wearing it. He could hardly look at Sherlock as he stared at the ring, swallowing thickly before he spoke. "It is lovely Sherlock but it is hardly necessary. We are already mated."

"I am aware," the detective smirked, then smiled softly as he continued. "But you have given me more than I could have ever imagined. Things I would never have had without you in my life. A real home, a family of my own...love. I doubt I can ever give you nearly so much, but I want you to have everything I can possibly give you. Every part of me I can offer. Marry me, John." The Omega still seemed ready to protest the need for such a thing but Sherlock halted the words with a whispered admonition and a kiss. "Read the inscription."

John met and held his gaze for a moment, saw the love and conviction there, felt it coursing through their bond, its strength nearly overwhelming. At last he pulled the ring from the box and turned it toward the light to read the words Sherlock had placed inside for him alone to see.

"For John, my Heart, my Home, my World.-SH"

John cursed his hormonal, pregnant state as he suppressed a soft sob before giving Sherlock a tender smile and a nod. He held the ring out so his mate could place it in its proper place and swiped at the tears that trickled stupidly down his cheeks. Sherlock held John's left hand in his own, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the ring softly before his mate held his hand out to admire the shimmer of the lights over the shiny metal. Sherlock reached up, pressing his left hand to John's cheek, smoothing away tears with his thumb as he kissed his new fiance soundly. As they parted, John expressed his plans for the rest of the evening in a voice gone husky with passion.

"I think you should take me to bed now."

Sherlock, being the genius he was, wasted no time at all doing just that.

Christmas alone was a rousing success. With no rush to get anywhere, they made love late into the morning of Christmas Day before ever deigning to get out of bed. They ate their simple roast chicken dinner followed by munching treats and Sherlock playing Christmas carols on the violin. They watched some holiday film on the telly that resulted in another round of rather passionate sex on the sofa as John pointed out such cavorting would be curtailed with children in the house as well. That being said, Sherlock seemed determined to leave no area of the flat untouched by their lovemaking before said children could arrive. John was not inclined to argue with this approach either. They ended the day back in bed, Sherlock reading A Christmas Carol out loud to John as they rested together. Sherlock complained about the ghosts and nonsense in the story, but John insisted it was what he wanted to hear and vowed that they would read it every year to the children. The detective had tried desperately to wheedle his way out of it, by attempting to seduce his mate yet again, however John was well sated in the sexual gratification department and gently rebuffed his mate, redirecting him to the book. Sherlock huffed softly in defeat and read Dickens until John had fallen sound asleep. Laying the book aside and turning out the lamp, Sherlock snuggled down next to his mate, leaving a soft kiss behind his ear and whispering softly before he drifted off.

"Happy Christmas, John."

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Greg awoke with a soft groan of amusement as he felt Mycroft, fully erect and pushing into him yet again, albeit rather gently and slowly this time. He appreciated the care after the nearly non-stop sex for the past three days. As relieved as he was to have had his heat return and to be bonded properly, he was just as glad for it to be over, the aching soreness of his body making itself known. He was too old for so much strenuous activity, he thought ruefully to himself.

"You are not too old." Mycroft hummed across the mark signifying their bond, prompting another shudder from his new mate. "Mmm...I do rather like that response," he murmured, almost as though speaking to himself while he rocked slowly in and out of his Omega's tender arse.

Greg smiled, shaking his head against the pillow. "How did you know that? What I thought."

"I didn't know." He paused, actually assessing just what prompted him to make that response to his mate. "I rather seemed to know the direction your thoughts were headed. Huh...how odd, I've never experienced that before. You?"

Greg's reply was a soft moan before he shook his head again. "No. Before, we only shared impressions. Never anything more. It will be interesting to see how our bond develops. I wonder if it will be more like John and Sherlock's or very different."

Mycroft held himself deep inside his mate and pulled him tightly into his chest, holding him as intimately as possible. "I've no idea, but I am honored to be able to share the adventure of discovering it with you." Greg leaned his head back against his Alpha's shoulder to receive a kiss before settling within the welcome embrace.

"You do realize my heat is over, don't you My?"

Mycroft actually chuckled, letting one hand roam possessively over the naked torso in front of him. "Of course, I know. But I find I like being inside you a great deal...holding you as close as humanly possible. It makes the Alpha...content." Greg merely hummed his acceptance of the statement and made no move to extricate himself from either his Alpha's arms or his cock. Mycroft continued to stroke aimlessly as his post rut brain slowly began to function. After several long moments of silence his left hand slid down to rest over Greg's abdomen as something dawned on him. "We forgot about birth control, Gregory."

Greg wasn't surprised given the suddenness of his heat but he could detect the uncertainty in Mycroft's voice. He reached down, enclosing the Alpha's hand in his own as he reassured him. "It's okay. I hardly think it is a cause for concern, My. Given my age and how long it took for my body to even go into heat again, I think we should consider ourselves very lucky to have been able to bond properly. No need to worry about an unlikely accident."

"Are you certain?" Mycroft felt the vaguest sense of disappointment that could only be the Alpha, as he had long ago given up entertaining thoughts of his own children.

Greg laughed causing both of them to moan softly from the vibrations. "As certain as I can be at this point. I'm not going to ruin our time together worrying about it at any rate." They lay in silence for a few more minutes before the Omega spoke again. "We missed the holiday. Happy Christmas, My."

"Happy Christmas, Gregory. I am sorry we've missed the holiday with the children."

Greg shrugged, "It won't be the first time I have missed a holiday. Nor you either I suppose. Our jobs aren't always conducive to family time. At least this time, the kids got a new father out of the deal." He felt Mycroft's smile across his shoulders before he spoke.

"We shall have to make it up to them...and Mummy, I believe. Though I am certain Sherlock or John have made her aware of what has happened."

After a few more moments of rest Greg really needed the loo. Mycroft extricated himself with some regret but his Omega merely held out a hand. "I think we both need a shower, some food, and then we shall see to the rest of the world. Come with me."

Mycroft glanced towards the bathroom with trepidation, his mind slowly filling in the missing pieces of just what had transpired during the bonding. "I am not certain we should approach that shower together for some time to come."

Greg's laughter lit up the room. "Do you think so? I rather enjoyed my last shower, thank you very much. I can't say I won't mind repeating it again at some point either." He paused a moment in thought. "Perhaps not today, however. I'm not sure my arse can take much more of that cock of yours." He glanced meaningfully at his Alpha's still prominent and unrelieved erection before giving Mycroft a saucy wink. "Although, if you join me, I'll...uhm…" the Omega licked his lips seductively, "I'll be happy to give you some help with that." Mycroft's expression warred between scandalized official and pure Alpha lust. Greg just chuckled as they made their way to the bathroom and a hot shower.

As it turned out, once informed of why their Dad was missing Christmas, the children had insisted on waiting until they could all be together as a family. Greg had shared the information with Mycroft with a marked degree of surprise after his sister informed him of the children's decision. They had had Christmas dinner and shared the gifts from his sister for the holiday itself but absolutely insisted on waiting for all the rest. They were on their way home even as he spoke. Soon Greg and Mycroft were accosted by two young children eager to congratulate and welcome their new Papa. While Mycroft preferred the more sedate 'Father' for himself, the children had unanimously declared he was 'Papa'. Both of the children seemed so happy and certain, that Mycroft resolved himself to getting used to 'Papa' after all. After much hoopla and noise, the children sat in the floor playing with their gifts and Greg flopped happily next to his new mate on the sofa. "Welcome to family life," he said with a teasing smile.

"Indeed," Mycroft chimed, placing his arm around Gregory and rubbing his thumb over the muscular shoulder. It was more than he had had to share or experience for a holiday in many years and he found he could get used to it quite easily, with his new little family.

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Celeste was in her element as her sons arrived with their now extended families for New Year's Eve; the manor was filled with laughter and happiness in a way it had not been in years. They had left the house decorated and kept the tree in place so that everyone could enjoy the festive atmosphere they had missed at Christmas. Even Mother Nature seemed determined to make the weekend magical as a light snow fell, coating the grounds.

John and Sherlock had arrived first, followed shortly by Doctor Johnson. They were all engaged in an animated conversation with Alec in the library as they waited for Mycroft and Greg. Apparently, as efficient as Mycroft and Anthea both were, adjusting to packing two young children and getting them going on schedule was proving to be a challenge.

Celeste flitted about making sure everyone had drinks, checking on dinner and the preparation of the guest rooms. She was just making her way down the stairs when Mycroft arrived with his new family in tow. She welcomed her son with a kiss on his cheek and her congratulations; Greg received a warm hug and a kiss to his cheek as well. "I am so pleased to welcome you back as Mycroft's mate, Gregory. I had hoped things would work out this way for you both."

Greg blushed at the effusive welcome and thanked his new mother-in-law graciously as he motioned his children forward to be introduced. He had reviewed manners and polite behavior while being a guest with the children on the way. He only hoped they had paid some attention to him as they had been rather excited about meeting Sherlock's mother and being able to spend a whole weekend with John and Sherlock both. He needn't have worried, both his sister and he retained enough of their own mere's and grand- mere's teachings to raise the children with proper respect. "Please, allow me to present my children, Germain and Jean-Marie. Children this is Madame Holmes, Mycroft and Sherlock's mother." The children stepped forward eagerly while Celeste was exclaiming over Greg's phrasing.

"Madame? Gracious Gregory you make me sound so old!" Celeste turned to the children, "I am honored to meet you both. Now you may call me Ms. Holmes for the time being. But when we get to know each other a bit better, if you like, you may call me Grand-mere. Will that be acceptable?"

The children looked at each other, then at Celeste, nodding sharply. Germain stepped forward, taking Celeste's hand in his own, giving a short bow and kissing the top of her hand. "I am most pleased to meet you Ms. Holmes. Thank you for allowing us to visit."

Celeste smiled warmly at the little gentleman as he stepped back. "It is most certainly my pleasure, Master Lestrade." She had to struggle not to laugh as she saw Jean-Marie roll her eyes at her brother before stepping forward herself.

Jean-Marie took her hand and shook it firmly. "It is nice to meet you, Ms. Holmes. Please excuse my idiot brother. He's eleven you see and suddenly thinks he is a grand Alpha like Papa." The forthright young girl leaned forward, whispering meaningfully, "He's still just my rotten blimey brother, you see." Mycroft and Celeste both tried to cover their mirth as Greg moved to silence his most outspoken child. Celeste stopped him with a wave of her hand, most eager to hear what more little Jean-Marie had to say. "And I don't care for two names at all, you may call me Marie. If you please Madame...I mean, Ms. Holmes." She gave a small curtsy and stepped back.

Celeste was utterly delighted. "Why, thank you Miss Marie. I shall be certain to do that and you are most welcome to my home." She glanced at her son in merriment, "Oh Alec is going to love these two." With a wave of her hand, she led them all into the library for the next round of introductions. Alec was indeed most amused by the children, laughing loudly in delight. The children likewise were instantly taken with the brash Scotsman, dividing their vigorous attentions between the wily old man and numerous questions for Sherlock and John. They were fascinated with John's pregnancy, excited about the twins and knowing they would soon have new little cousins to play with.

Soon they were led to dinner, filling themselves with good food and conversation. The children were placed strategically between their father and Alec, and across from Sherlock. Between them all, they were able to keep the children's insatiable curiosity sated and stave off boredom.

After dinner, while everyone else retired to freshen up or change for the fireworks later, Celeste and Alec asked John and Sherlock to come with them. Both men followed with a shrug, not having a clue what all the mystery was about. Up the stairs and down the hall, they approached a set of double doors John was not familiar with. He glanced quickly over at Sherlock's soft gasp of surprise. Obviously he had some idea now, but he merely squeezed John's fingers in his own as Celeste spoke.

"We can never tell you how thrilled we are for you both. To have found each other and now to have your own little ones on the way. We had prepared this surprise for you both for Christmas but it came to no harm by keeping. We hope you will like it and feel free to use it as often as possible in the future." She motioned for them to open the doors.

Sherlock, having a good idea of what he would find, deferred to John and allowed him to open the doors. John took both knobs in his hands and gave a turn, pushing the doors open. His heart caught in his throat and he didn't know what to say as he looked at the beautiful nursery before him. Sherlock took his hand and led him inside. "This was Mycroft's and my nursery. The room itself has been closed off for years, but it appears there have been some...renovations." The room was painted a warm buttery yellow with accents of kelly green and white. Sherlock could see various items he recognized from his childhood, now cleaned and refurbished sitting next to the new items and awaiting new children to play with them. Even some of Mycroft's things sat amongst the others on the shelves. He was surprisingly touched to know his mother had kept such things and set them out now with pride. Bassinets stood in readiness, covered in white eyelet and ruffles. Everything they could possibly ever need for the twins was already there, the changing table stocked and ready, along with a rocker and footrest as well. John was so touched he had to sit, trying to compose himself enough to say thank you. All he managed at first was, "It's far too much really."

Celeste sat down on the footrest in front of John, resting one hand on his knee. "It is the very least we could do, John. You are giving us a second chance with our son. A chance for a far better relationship than we ever had before with Sherlock and with your wee ones. We wanted to do everything we could to encourage you both to visit with the babies as often as you can manage. Besides, you deserve it after everything you've gone through to keep the children safe." John could only give her a watery smile by this point and Sherlock rubbed his shoulders and back in a calming rhythm.

Alec, who had remained silent, thought it was high time to break up the tear fest despite its touching cause. "Oi! Doon ye be believin tha woman, she's itchin nae ta death ta gee her mitts on ye're wee bairns. Ne'er trust the English, doon ya know?!"

Celeste promptly swatted his leg sharply, "Shoosh ye ole fool! Di ye wan to ruin all me plans?"

Hearing Celeste mimic Alec's accent was the last straw and laughter spilled forth from all four of them, easing the emotional atmosphere. John was at last able to thank them both for the beautiful nursery and promised that they would find a way to visit and use it regularly.

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After spiced cider and mulled wine with the fireworks, and the additional hour or so after midnight it took to get two excited children to sleep, it was no wonder that breakfast New Year's Day became brunch. The newly extended family making their way down eventually for a hearty, albeit late, start to the day. There were no set plans beyond dinner that evening, so everyone got up to whatever suited them once they had eaten their fill.

Alec had captured the children's attention the evening before with his tales of adventure from around the world so they eagerly donned their coats and followed him out after brunch to see what new wonders he would share. Greg and Mycroft along with John and Sherlock, followed more slowly, bundled up warmly for an abbreviated stroll through the snow covered grounds. At Alec's instigation, however, they all fell prey to a barrage of snowballs from the children. Greg and John promptly returned fire with a yell, soon drawing their more sedate mates into the fray. Mycroft and Sherlock, though hesitant and barely recalling doing this as children, surprisingly had a good time joining in the shouts and laughter. Both men found that their strategic approach, thinking out a perfect plan of attack, was no match for the spontaneity and enthusiasm of Alec and the children. They were soon covered with more snow than they threw, kept warm only by their activity. John and Greg suffered no such indignities as they were much more adept at ducking and aiming, chalk it up to the military and police training they each had to rely upon. Eventually a ceasefire was called with no clear winners declared; all trooping inside for hot drinks and more sedate activities before they dressed for dinner.

Celeste had not felt so content in a very long time; the Omega almost forgetting what it was like to take care of a home full of family. She had her sons home again, with mates that she had long despaired of them ever finding, and she had grandchildren at last, both ready made and on the way. She observed her family: Sherlock and Mycroft challenged each other over chess, John attempted to read though he was repeatedly drawn into the rugby debate Greg and Doctor Johnson were engaged in, and the children were practicing motions with wooden swords under Alec's ever watchful eye. Her home radiated peace and warmth and love that had been missing for so very long. The Omega couldn't help the prickle of happy tears but brushed them away quickly as she went to check on dinner preparations for the hundredth time.

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Dinner had been a wonderful feast of flavors, each and every person at the table lingering over the good food and companionship until all were filled to capacity. Greg had the children chivvied upstairs for baths and preparations for bedtime after their late night the evening before, while the others moved into the parlor for coffee and drinks. Once Greg returned, the coy glances between the new mates were anything but well hidden. The other family members said nothing but each had begun a mental countdown of how long it would be before the pair excused themselves. It was not long. Greg sat long enough for one tumbler of scotch before Mycroft stood and he followed, bidding their family good-night. If they heard the soft chuckling behind them, they ignored it as they made their way up to their own room for the night.

John himself found he was quite tired after the day's activities. Sherlock had coaxed Doctor Johnson into a game of chess, finding to his great surprise that the good doctor could hold his own. John knew his mate would not be able to pull himself away until they were finished, so he pushed himself up slowly and bid them all goodnight as he headed up the stairs for his bed and a good night's sleep. He ignored the slight cramping he felt as he climbed, knowing he had overindulged at dinner and his pants were a bit too tight at this point. He loosened his belt and made his way on to their room. Sherlock didn't make it up for another hour, not expecting to find his Omega still awake. He quickly took in the small furrow across John's brow and the slight rocking of the body in the bed.

"Is everything alright? I expected you to be sound asleep by now."

John huffed softly, "Yeah, me too. I'm fine though, just ate way too much at dinner and the twins are complaining about it. Took a bit of antacid...it'll settle soon. Come to bed. I always feel better with you beside me."

Sherlock's gaze raked over his mate, but found nothing amiss to comment on so he quickly got ready for bed, dimming the lights and climbing in next to John. He drew his mate closer, assuming his regular pose as he tried to doze off. He was prevented from reaching sleep by a strong spasm that passed through the belly beneath his hand. He sat up abruptly, looking at John again.

"What was that?"

John did not appear to be distressed, "Hmm? That? Just a cramp, I told you I ate too much. I suppose it will get better when I manage to relieve myself."

Sherlock was doubtful, he had read all the information on Omega pregnancy after all and that was quite a cramp he had felt. He questioned his mate again, "And...that's okay?"

John merely nodded as he snuggled into his pillow, "Mm-hmm. It's fine. Stop worrying and go to sleep."

Sherlock lay back down reluctantly, not moving his hand from the same spot. When no further "cramps" made their presence known, he managed to drift off. He awoke suddenly an hour or so later, though he was uncertain why. The answer came swiftly as his attention was drawn to a low groan coming from the bathroom.

"Sherlock?"

The voice wasn't upset or excited, but it was wrong somehow...pained. Sherlock was out of the bed from one heartbeat to the next, finding John doubled over with one hand gripping the counter and one hand gripping his abdomen. Fear began to spiral rapidly out of control as he saw his Omega in obvious pain. He quickly reached John's side, wrapping a supportive arm around his waist, the panting respirations worrying him further.

"Just get me back to the bed. We'll see about the rest after I lay down, alright?" John seemed completely calm but the Alpha was on the verge of panicking as he helped his mate back to the bed. John had just propped himself up against the headboard when a new spasm hit, causing a low moan again while he rubbed rhythmically against his visibly tightening abdomen. As the pain passed, he took a deep breath and blew it out, reaching out toward the bedside table and glancing up to speak with his mate. But no one was there. John's gaze darted around the room but found only a wide open door and no Sherlock. There was no telling what his Alpha had gotten into his head. John merely shook his head and reached again for his phone.

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Greg threw his head back, moaning loudly as Mycroft swallowed down his cock at last; two fingers thrusting in and out of his arsehole in time with the mouth bobbing on his shaft. If there was one thing he had learned quickly outside of his heat, it was that his mate was an incorrigible tease, masterfully able to keep him on edge for hours before he decided to tip him over. It was a delicious cruelty he had rapidly grown to love. The climaxes unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His eyes fell closed, preparing to enjoy whatever his Alpha gave him. He was not prepared for the door crashing open abruptly, nor the sight of a wild eyed Sherlock staggering into the room in nothing but his pants.

The three men stared at each other in absolute shock for all of three seconds before their brains all kicked into action. Greg and Mycroft grabbed the nearest blanket they could find to cover themselves as they yelled in unison.

"SHERLOCK!"

Sherlock for his part, blinked slowly one time, giving a slight shake of his head as he mumbled to himself, "Delete that." He raised his eyes to meet his brother's, beginning to speak at once. "Mycroft?" He stopped, taking in the state of affairs, "No...no time." The nearly naked Alpha stalked over to the nightstand, snatching up Mycroft's cell without a word, punching a number on speed dial. Greg and Mycroft stared wordlessly, wondering what in the world was going on.

"Anthea? We need the fastest ambulance you can find to the estate at once." Mycroft blinked then rose quickly to retrieve robes for Greg and himself. He suspected they would not be returning to their activities. Sherlock continued, oblivious to what was going on around him. "No, wait! Not fast enough...we need a helicopter. Much faster." Sherlock glanced at Greg in question, "Flying's okay, right? No? Can he fly now? Forgot to ask….might not be safe...need to ask the doctor." The phone fell from his hands as he turned and sprinted out of Mycroft's room and down the hallway to the guest room where Doctor Johnson was staying.

Mycroft retrieved his phone and addressed his rather confused PA. "Hold that, Anthea. I'll get back to you when I know what is going on here." Mycroft hung up his phone, tucking it into the pocket of his robe in case he needed it quickly again. He and Greg followed behind Sherlock, concern etched across their faces. Greg headed for Sherlock's room to find out what was up with John since he appeared to be the missing part of the equation. Mycroft saw Sherlock disappear into Doctor Johnson's room yelling for the man as he did. He arrived to see Sherlock darting from the bathroom, presumably looking for the man in question, who appeared to be absent. The expression on his brother's face was a mixture of dumbfounded confusion and absolute panic, the younger Alpha didn't seem to know what to do next.

"Sherlock? Perhaps you could tell me what is going on instead of running around like a madman." He glanced down the hall, seeing Gregory striding toward him purposefully. It was the gait he recognized easily, the walk of a DI with business to tend to. Sherlock was still mumbling to himself, trying to reach some decision. Greg had just reached the detective and moved to take him by the arm when he snapped out of his stupor.

"John!" Sherlock was off again, racing back the way they had come and back to his room. He stopped short just inside the door when he saw Doctor Johnson at the bedside, bent over John. With great effort he managed to curb the absolute panic that had gripped him, knowing that the doctor was here to see about John, and having absolute confidence that he would take care of his family. He made his way back over to the bed as the men there glanced up at him. The bond informed him that the expression he was seeing was fond exasperation...from both men. John shook his head while Doctor Johnson adjusted the monitor straps across his abdomen.

"Idiot. I'm glad to know I'll have you to rely on when I really do go into labor." The sharp relief on Sherlock's face was so sudden that he couldn't help but smile. He held up his phone, giving his mate a little wave with it, "The doctor was only a quick call away. There was no need for...whatever that was."

Mycroft held out a robe for his brother, "Perhaps you should cover yourself brother."

Sherlock glanced down at himself, then at the others, taking the robe and slipping it on with only a slight reddening to the tips of his ears, before a sharp gasp from John sent him quickly to his mate's side. He looked from John to the doctor. "Are you certain everything is okay?"

Doctor Johnson remained his normal professional and calming presence, despite the pajamas he wore. "I am still assessing, Sherlock. I do not believe there is an emergency, but I will know more shortly." Turning to John, he seemed to pick up a conversation they had already been having. "The medication should do the trick, but I think I'll keep you on the monitor tonight just to be safe." John merely nodded, then turned to give Sherlock a sheepish grin.

"Might've overdone it a bit today...that's all. Try to stop worrying already." Sherlock arched one eyebrow in obvious doubt as he sat next to John on the bed. Their attention was drawn by the loud clearing of a throat, prompting them both to look up at the waiting pair across the room. It was Sherlock's turn to look embarrassed. "I am...sorry, I...bothered you both. I panicked."

Greg's 'Yeah' made it out at the same time as Mycroft's 'Obviously', prompting a smile and chuckle from John and Doctor Johnson both. They could only imagine what Sherlock had done. Mycroft continued, "Yes. Well, seeing as Doctor Johnson has matters well in hand. If you won't be needing us…" he arched his own eyebrow at his brother with a sly smile, "or the helicopter, then we shall return to our rest." Sherlock snorted loudly but said nothing more as his brother and his mate left.

John stared at his mate for a long minute before finally asking the question, "Helicopter?"

Sherlock smiled brightly, "Well, that was after the ambulance." John couldn't hold back his laughter any longer but Sherlock continued on. "Obviously we won't be needing either one but my logic was sound. Only the small detail of your doctor actually being in the house escaped me at the time." John was still chuckling and even Doctor Johnson was smiling as he watched the babies on the monitor strip.

Of the Alpha's he had dealt with throughout his career, Sherlock beat them all.

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The next day John was given the all-clear along with several stern warnings against overexertion at this point in the pregnancy. "If I thought I could keep you in bed resting at this stage I would order it, but knowing you, I shall just tell you to take it easy. Just because you run a much higher risk of early delivery does not mean we are in any actual hurry to see those twins, so you do as I say young man!" John didn't try to argue, merely nodding his understanding of the doctor's words. "And I want to see you twice a week from now on. Consider this little episode a warning. If it gets to be too much coming to the office, I will come to the flat to see you." Doctor Johnson turned his gaze on the worried Alpha. "I expect you to see to it that he rests. I know he'll want to nest but he can't do everything, not while he is carrying twins. I am going to trust you to take care of your mate and notify me of anything troubling."

"Absolutely, doctor!" Sherlock had no trouble agreeing to the doctor's mandates. He had been lulled into complacency with the peace and happiness they had been enjoying since Moriarty's demise; subsequently he found himself unprepared for the fear and worry that last night's episode had caused him and was in no hurry for a repeat. He did not let himself dwell on thoughts of John's actual labor or delivery either, too nervous to consider the prospect at the moment.

Soon enough they all packed up and headed back to London and everyday life. Greg and Mycroft were ready to wrap up the work on Moriarty's case but Sherlock was having difficulty leaving John at home. He couldn't stop worrying about something happening.

John tolerated the overprotective behavior for a week before insisting they work out something else. Something else ended up being Mrs. Hudson and Sally taking shifts babysitting when Sherlock wasn't there and making sure John stayed off his feet for the most part. But that was not even enough, Sherlock insisted that Mycroft give him access to the surveillance in the flat so he could check on John himself. This only resulted in frequent texts to his mate. The Omega humored his mate as much as possible but once he had had enough for the day he began ignoring the texts and flipping the finger at the cameras in the flat, especially if he was up doing something. Sherlock just started calling or texting Sally or Mrs. Hudson instead. After the second week of this behavior, John pointed out that if he would use his time to focus on the case instead of bothering all of them constantly, then he would be finished with the work that much sooner and could be home with him instead of relying on substitutes. That finally seemed to reach the logical part of Sherlock's brain not being overridden by Alpha instincts and the harassment stopped. Not surprisingly, Sherlock wrapped up the remainder of his work on Moriarty's case within three days. He informed Greg to only call on him for the direst of cases, and then he went home to his mate.

John would never admit it, but he was relieved to have Sherlock home with him. At this point, the Omega needed his Alpha near. For his part, Sherlock took better care of John than he ever had before. He took care of their meals, saw to the tea, made sure John was comfortable and helped with whatever his mate required whether it was bathing or a back massage. He had flatly refused to have sex after the spell at New Years, but John found he was really too tired most of the time to care. He was content to curl up next to his mate and sleep, when the twins let him that is. Ever growing, the children seemed less and less content in their shrinking accommodations and therefore more restless. John was awakened more often than not by the push or sharp kick of some appendage. By the end of January, he had gradually began to spend more time in bed naturally so he could grab whatever sleep he could manage whenever the children would allow it. Doctor Johnson approved the move and came regularly to check on both John and the twins. There were no further episodes of early labor and things progressed quite normally and on schedule.

The twins, however, appeared to have their own plans.

The night of the 30th, John slept soundly for the first night in weeks. Though the twins had decided to sit squarely on his bladder, their movements had slowed and John enjoyed a restful night of sleep. Turned out he would need it.

John had noticed the faint twinges in his lower abdomen during breakfast but they passed quickly. By lunch there was a steady cramp growing in his lower back. John did not want to send Sherlock into a panic again so he masked his discomfort and collected the hot water bottle for his back ache and returned to bed. He did send a message to Doctor Johnson to let him know what was going on, expecting that he would check in on him later anyway. The heat and the rest helped for a bit and John dozed off, only to wake up two hours later when the ache had become a full blown pain. John practiced his deep breathing while he counted, realizing the 'cramps' were coming at fairly regular intervals but not dangerously so. He carefully made his way to the loo to relieve his bladder yet again. A sudden spasm hit while he stood there and he felt a shifting movement in his rectum. He turned and sat to apparently relieve his bowel as well; but it was not stool that passed. There was a brief pressure before the passage of something slimy followed by a gush of fluid. The cramping got worse almost immediately and John swore beneath his breath. He knew without looking that he had just passed the mucous plug that protected his birth passage and that his water just broke. No help for it now, he would have to let Sherlock know. He cleaned as best he could and donned an absorbent pad to deal with the leaking fluid before making his way to the bedroom. He sent another text to Doctor Johnson with this latest development, expecting he would be seeing the doctor at the hospital this time. Then he called Sherlock.

The Alpha handled the news only slightly better this time. In record time, coats and overnight bags were grabbed and John was carefully helped down the stairs and out the door. A cab was flagged without a thought and Sherlock was already helping John towards the door when he heard a wary voice.

"Oh no...not You again! Get yerself another bloke to manhandle."

Sherlock and John looked up at the cabbie. The same cabbie Sherlock had nearly mauled all those months ago for being disrespectful to John. The cabbie was already moving to pull away, spurring the Alpha into action.

"No wait! Wait! Please! I-I'm sorry...alright. I'm sorry I behaved so badly, but please don't take it out on my mate." John chose that moment to let out a low groan, clutching his abdomen with one hand and Sherlock's arm with the other. The cabbie paused to take in what was going on as Sherlock wrapped his arm protectively around his Omega. "Please. He's in labor...it's too early and I need to get him to the hospital." The cabbie eyed the couple for a moment. He wasn't about to leave a pregnant Omega standing on the kerb at any rate and the Alpha had apologized. With a shrug he made his decision and waved them into the back of the cab, preparing to speed through snow-covered London.

Sherlock kept one eye on John and the other on his phone as he tried to dial his brother; it rang straight to voicemail. Snarling softly, he terminated the call and dialed Greg while rubbing John's lower back. Voicemail for him as well. Sherlock was fuming by this time. John was moaning quietly, rubbing his belly and breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. They were almost to the hospital and he doubted he would think to call again soon. He deliberated on the best course and dialed once more.

"Anthea. This is an emergency. No...really, an emergency. I need you to find my brother and give him a message."

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Mycroft found he enjoyed being mated a great deal. Especially when said mate finished work early and dropped by the Diogenes Club to see him. Currently his Omega was straddling his lap, attempting to see just what they could get away with in a desk chair without harm to life or limb. He moaned as Greg released his lips and attacked his neck. The chirping of his cell phone prompted another type of groan. Glancing over Greg's shoulder he saw the screen light up with Sherlock's number. The sudden press of teeth against his throat pushed thoughts of the call out of his head. In a moment the ringing stopped, however, five seconds later Greg's cell began to buzz in his pocket. Greg pulled it out, expecting the Yard but seeing Sherlock's number and showing it to Mycroft. "Honestly, how does he manage to interrupt us every time." Greg chuckled and moved to answer the call but Mycroft took it from him. "He can wait. We've waited long enough for each other as it is." With that he grabbed the back of Greg's neck and pulled him back down for a smouldering kiss. Mycroft's large hand gently pushing Greg's head back as he kissed down the extended neck, working his way to his chest.

Greg groaned as Mycroft sucked one sensitive nipple while he pinched the other between his fingers. His shirt was unbuttoned and pushed apart, he was rutting his crotch against a sizeable erection, and Mycroft's other hand drifted closer to the waist of his trousers. He was absolutely prepared to ride his mate with abandon right here in this chair...before the door opened.

Both men froze as the sounds of footsteps came closer. Greg peered back over his shoulder and Mycroft leaned around him, startled to see Anthea interrupting. He knew only a grave matter would have sent her in here without knocking. He was just about to speak when she cleared her throat pointedly. Not looking up from her Blackberry, she spoke in her normal business-like tones. "Apologies, sir. I have been instructed to give you a most important message and it could not wait."

Greg had already began to refasten his shirt, much to Mycroft's dismay but he focused on answering Anthea. "Yes. What is the message." He could almost swear there was a tinge of humor in her normally stoic facade as she delivered the missive.

"Mister Holmes, the Younger, says...and I am quoting directly sir, 'If you wish to be present for the birth of your niece and nephew then you need to get off your flabby arse and down to Bart's bloody hospital!'"

Mycroft's eyes snapped to Greg's, both wearing matching looks of shock. The shock lasted only a moment before the Omega was scrambling up with a curse.

"Shit! Should have known it was important if he bloody well called!" Mycroft was on his feet as well and grabbing his coat, looking a bit shamefaced for ignoring his brother, but Greg still hurried him along. "Come on! No telling what is going on. It's still too early really and male births can go more quickly sometimes. We need to get there in case one of them needs our support. Actually, forget that, they'll both need our support." Mycroft merely hurried after his mate, they were both worried but Gregory was the Omega with experience in childbirth so the Alpha followed his lead. The car was already waiting at the door thanks to Anthea's quick thinking and they were on their way without another word.

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John was just getting settled and still laboring when they arrived. He welcomed the presence of a fellow Omega to balance out the Alpha aggression in the room. Sherlock had growled or had staredowns with every single nurse who entered his Omega's room. Despite John's assurances that it was fine and they had to do their job, the Alpha's instincts were potent with his Omega in labor and vulnerable. John had already given permission to have him sedated if he so much as lifted a finger towards the staff, the aggression was normal and fine, as long as Sherlock stayed in his place. Mycroft had enough sense to stay back, entering the room no further than just inside the door and going nowhere near John. Even then he earned a scathing glare from his younger brother and a low warning growl. Mycroft returned the growl just long enough to remind Sherlock of his place in the family. The growl from the stressed Alpha stopped abruptly and there was a slight lowering of the head to indicate his understanding. Sherlock returned his focus to his mate and paid no further mind to his brother, though somehow knowing the Lead Alpha was there calmed him to a certain degree.

Everyone relaxed when Doctor Johnson arrived, even Sherlock surprisingly, his trust in the man overruling instinct. Greg and Mycroft stepped out while he examined John, only returning when the doctor called. "It appears the twins have decided to put in their appearance today. Just a bit early, even for a male pregnancy but the twins have been well looked after and everything looks good at the moment. I expect we'll be ready to start pushing in another hour." He left then to check in on a few other patients while the labor progressed.

John was a soldier. John was used to pain and suppressing it, but contractions were unlike any pain he had ever felt before. He could feel how much it upset Sherlock to have to see him in pain so he resolved at least not to cry out. But he had no control over the groaning and rocking that accompanied each contraction. Greg really was a good friend, offering what help he could and showing Sherlock what to do to help John as well. The firm massage to his lower back alone was a godsend. Mycroft stepped out for some briefs on his phone and returned with coffees for everyone. John was already tired and the hard work had not even begun. He was feeling like he could desperately use the pick me up at that point, however, he was relegated to ice chips.

As the hour wore on, Mycroft was finding the whole process of waiting, listening to John moan, and being able to do nothing a bit daunting. He had never been present for a birth before, nor had he bothered to read overly much on the topic as he'd never had to face it himself. With the next loud moan he snipped, "Honestly, John. You were a soldier. Surely you can handle a bit of labor pain after being shot. Can you not just push them out and get it over with? Maybe they can just take you to surgery and expedite matters?"

John glared at the brilliant man he could for once call obtuse. His glare was joined by Greg's look of incredulity. John huffed a few times before speaking sharply to his brother-in-law. "I'd...I'd like...to see you try it."

Mycroft merely scoffed, "Well that is hardly anything I will have to worry about now is it."

John looked at Greg, then to Sherlock, panting as the soldier snapped, "I'm gonna kill him. Just...so you...know. If he...doesn't...shut up...I will get...right...out of...these stirrups...and kill him."

Mycroft was startled by the ire directed towards him. "What did I say?"

Sherlock was already balancing on a knife's edge with his own nerves and when John snapped so did he. "I'll be certain to recall your sentiments brother, when the tables are reversed and your Omega is lying here attempting to birth your children."

Mycroft chuckled, "Well, I have been informed that that shall be the least of my worries." He continued to chuckle at the very idea until he noticed that Gregory wasn't joining in...not even smiling. In fact Gregory looked a bit...embarrassed and uncertain.

Sherlock had every faith in his deductions. "I think you should perhaps check your facts again, brother." He turned his gaze to Lestrade, noting the faint blush spreading over the DI's face. "Isn't that right, Greg?"

Mycroft looked from Gregory to Sherlock then back to his mate once more; he knew better than to doubt his brother but was trying to keep a grip on the cautious hope he was beginning to feel. His Omega's expression hadn't changed, in fact the blush only deepened under the Alpha's scrutiny. "Gregory, what is he implying?"

Greg shifted nervously on his feet, looking from Sherlock to John as though seeking guidance. John gave him a weak smile and a shrug before thrusting his chin towards Mycroft. "Go on now. Get it out."

Greg finally met Mycroft's gaze, words tumbling out almost without conscious thought. "Well I didn't think it could happen. Honestly. And I don't know...I mean I thought I must be mistaken...you didn't notice the scent." He huffed to himself, running one hand through his hair as he tried to make his words come out with more sense. "Look. I haven't been to the doctor yet...I haven't done a test...but I think...that is, I am pretty certain that I am...pregnant." His hands fell to his sides and he stared at Mycroft, fighting back his nerves and waiting to see what his new mate would say.

Mycroft was already on his feet though he couldn't quite recall standing as Gregory spoke. His previously held notions of what his life might be were shifting as fast as sand in an hourglass and he almost put his hand to the wall just to ground himself. He started to step towards his mate but stopped, glancing at Sherlock. He was too new to this situation to do well with an audience and he couldn't seem to form words for his mate...his Omega who had just informed him that he would be a father, biologically, to their child together.

John was still moaning and panting away, clinging to Sherlock's hand and watching the two men staring at each other in apparent shock. "For Christ's sake! You're both...idiots! Greg...give the man...a break, and...take him...outside...to scent you...properly." He barely got the sentence out before a strong contraction hit, causing him to growl at the room in general. "Bollocks! That one hurt!"

Doctor Johnson chose that opportune moment to reappear with a couple of nurses. "Well, shall we see if we are ready to greet your twins?"

Greg took John's advice and pulled his mate out of the door as he passed, saving the doctor the trouble of clearing the room. Only the Alpha and the carefully gowned medical staff were allowed to be present for the birth to prevent interference with the scenting and bonding of the new family.

The private family waiting area was empty and silent when they entered, Mycroft promptly taking a seat, pulling Gregory down onto his lap, and burying his nose at the base of the Omega's throat. The Alpha breathed deeply, taking in the scent of his mate, allowing his more primal instincts to tell him what he had failed to notice. He finally spoke, the Alpha's low purr of pleasure vibrating through his words. "It's true. How could I possibly have missed the change? Your scent is so sweet now, rich and filled with promise."

Greg shrugged, "We've been so busy, My. You weren't expecting anything different so you didn't notice." The Alpha hummed against his skin and the Omega shuddered as a warm tongue traced the line of his throat, tasting his altered flavor as well. He was still nervous and a bit worried about Mycroft's reaction to this completely unexpected turn of events. "So...what do you think about it, My?" The Alpha raised his head to meet the eyes of his mate. "What do you think of it...really? I mean, it wasn't even planned."

Mycroft's face broke into the most brilliant smile Greg had ever seen on the man. "I think it is brilliant, Gregory! A rare gift I never expected to receive. Thank you."

The relief on the Omega's face was clear as he began to chuckle, "Don't thank me. I'm pretty sure you were there when it happened too."

"Indeed, I was," quipped Mycroft, just before he captured his mate's mouth for a possessive kiss. They had plenty to talk about while they waited for the twins.

Though it appeared the twins themselves were in a rush. Within half an hour they were able to hear first one then another shrill cry. "Must be a Watson trait," Mycroft declared. "No Holmes would dare make that much racket."

Greg punched his arm lightly. "One, you will pay for that remark. Mark my words, just wait until this one arrives and you will be rethinking your position. And Two, you will be apologizing to John for your crass behavior. Because that will be me in a matter of months and if you dare act like you did tonight, you will find yourself sleeping on the couch, indefinitely." Mycroft had enough sense to look immediately penitent.

Doctor Johnson came by to brief them on the status of both John and the babies, only to be promptly accosted by Mycroft. Having earned the government official's trust and respect, he would hear of no other doctor taking care of Gregory and his unborn child. By the time they were allowed to look in on the new family, Mycroft had seen to it that Gregory's pregnancy had been verified by urine, blood, and ultrasound plus made certain Doctor Johnson had examined him fully and set up his next appointment.

"Welcome to life with a Holmes," John huffed quietly when Greg relayed this latest news to him. Though tired, John was beaming, cradling both children against his chest while Sherlock hovered obsessively next to them. The Alpha was thoroughly engrossed and enamoured by his mate and his offspring, rabidly determined to protect them from any and all threats. Greg and Mycroft stood just at the foot of the bed, not wanting to test the Alpha's limits by moving any closer. Both men knew it would be some time before either of them stood a chance of holding their newest family members while Sherlock was around.

Though small and early, both babies had proven to be rather vigorous and strong for their size. While honestly those facts made Greg think very much of John, he leaned over and whispered to Mycroft, "I suppose that is a Holmes trait."

Mycroft merely nodded sagely and replied, "Of course."

They didn't stay long, leaving the new family alone to bond and settle. "I am certain Mummy and Alec will come up tomorrow to see the children but we shall take our leave. You have both done exceedingly well. Congratulations."

As soon as they were alone, Sherlock climbed into the bed and pulled John into his arms along with the children. Only when he held his family in his arms once more did the Alpha begin to relax. He kissed John's temple gently. "They're beautiful, John. And you are magnificent. Thank you."

John hummed happily and leaned into the gentle affection. "I can hardly believe we did it, we created these little people." He glanced up at his mate, "They're ours Sherlock, yours and mine." He looked back down at the sleeping babes, "Our life will never be the same again."

Sherlock's arms tightened around his mate, "No...it won't." Touching his finger beneath John's chin he tipped his head back for a tender kiss, barely a clinging brush of the lips before he pulled back and met the gaze of the man he loved.

"It's going to be better."

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