Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega-

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Chapter 22: Hopscotch in the Dead of Night – Heated Face and Hunched Shoulder Blades

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Two things, Dick is going to find that Slade's made a big no - no but not intentionally. He was hoping for the kiss, nothing else. Yet he knows that Dick is due for a heat any day if he is positive. To him, there is no out on this which is why he's been so strict. Dick depends on him, yet others could swoop down to take away this flighty blue bird. Introducing, finally…?

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So close, her skirt was tight at her hips as boots cracked through the doorway. She dropped a big file folder onto the first desk she saw. Mainly, O'Hara's. She frowned, seeing it unoccupied by anything other than some candy bar wrappers from the station's only vending machine.

"Que? Anyone wanna tell me why this officer is being some, "phantasma" and playing hooky?" She called out until Liu moved to make her mark on the Intel dealing –

He's off with a cold, bad one. We had to ban him from coming in until he had a note to return."

"What's the address. This needs to get to someone." Catalina paused, seeing Liu's nose twitch. "Competent. At my level."

"Hey." Liu stomped over to swipe up the file package, yet Flores twirled and nudged off the little wannabe Alpha. She was all beta to a real queen.

"I'll hand deliver it, personally. It's my job after all. You pay me to give you pigs your dues in this city. My city, if you had forgotten, chika-

"GuH!" Liu shooed off the smirk as sassy of the week "Cat," made her flashy exit. While behind the blinds of one office, Valentine had a phone handy to drop off her own warning message.

" She knows the address of Officer Ryan O'Hara. Have someone watch her. I need to get ahold of his cell. Stat. Over."

~ Copy, chief.~ Rodriguez was across town yet sge could wing it over to her coworker's much faster than the cat could climb.

Catalina sounded more than clingy, and Rodriguez be damned if she didn't save the skin if one if her own from that firmer killer's hand.

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Dick felt…God awful. This time, it was like a flu. Face with so many missing buts if sunshine and his eyes were sagging in as the hero sniffked on the sofa. Slade took his temperature yet remained calm through the whole ordeal. After all, the minor pre – heat was his fault. Reacting to the alcohol but having no memory if that night was a bonus on him. The kid was soaked in sweat until it finally began to remedy on us own time, though he still played a nurse and called up the clinic to find out about the dose Dick was on.

"Yes, we can…I will. Thank you, Dr. Laurent." He clicked off the line as Dick sniffled in the eldest's direction. "So?"

"So, you're coming down with …pre – heat. A mild case –

"MILD??" Dick almost threw himself over the sofa arm as Slade shoved the boy down, back into his quilts. "It wasn't working... Whatever I….you said they'd worked!" The kid bit his lip and whined, keeping everything in until today. "I'm missing my work, my life...what the hell?"

"That dose has nothing to do with it. It's confirmed, though…a physical would take care of my other suspicions." Slade rubbed his chin and plucked up the medicine bottle. This was supposed to speed up the process, to get Dick to believe his own lie. Well, was it working yet?

"I'm not a 'mega, I told you…" The kid grumbled under his breath, regressing due to the fever.

"You're only a bit, not all of you, Dick. I told you." Slade corrected. "You didn't believe me. So now, we should bring you to a specialist. This isn't enough for these pills to fix, R-

There came a ding from the buzzer in the hall as Slade wondered why the hell he'd installed it.

"Who…they found us??" Dick's ears were as a real puppy's. Slade tried not to think about an image of that. His omega in ears and a tail butt plug was enough to make him sick…

"No. It's a woman." Slade could tell by her patterns of breath, heart rate and well, she was worried. Very much for whoever was beyond this door.

"Please don't make me regret staying with you …just act like a roommate. A bodyguard –

"Slade!" Dick hissed from in the other room as the older man went to unlock all of the security locks he had in the apartment's door. Dick looked like a hissy cat crawling under the blankets a pretty kitty that would not be ignored as Rodriguez stepped around to p had Slade not peeped back to push her out into the hall again.

"Zi…is this the O'Hara residence?" She gulped, seeing that Slade was more thug than roommate. Dick fought through throwing a pillow at the man and instead went back under the covers to sulk.

"Are….who are you –

"And you, are?"

"Ah, sorry, officer Rodriguez of the Bludhaven City Police Department. Ryan O'Hara according to our records lives…here." She tapped her eyes up and still, the eye patch made her anxious.

"Ryan isn't in. Rather, he's dealing with a serious virus that is being taken care if as we speak. I woukd also rather like to ask why you had the right to violate –

"He's one kf our own, it's under –

"No. I can appeal this at some point, but for now, Ryan is sick and needs to rest if he's ever going to recover. You understand, so? Please be so kind and tell your supervisor that we will have you contacted ONCE he's gotten an OK to return to the department."

"But I'd like to ask whom it is I'm speaking to." Rodriguez had some nerve as Slade laid it on her. Fine.

"I'm a friend of Ryan's father and came as soon as I heard he was under the weather. The boy lost his family a long time ago. So , I'm more of a supportive uncle or godfather figure. Name; Arthur Cane."

She took a good look before giving in with a side shuffle and an eye over her shoulder. "We'll want to know he's made a full recovery. Sorry for any trouble this might have caused."

"As you were, officer." The bulky man nodded, however the scent of an Alpha wafted through the door as it slammed in her face. Rodriguez had to right herself by HOW strong that scent really was. He wasn't a great person, but Ryan was right there and…

She made it to her cop car and didn't bother fighting to call and report what had happened. Once she was gone, another knocked not on the door like some airtime while Ryan took a car nap, but the window in the bedroom. Slade was the first to eye what data she had. The file waved up as one image popped out of a bloodworm done.

"Listen. You're here to help him out, right? I know faces, and you…reek of lying alpha ruts."

His nostrils mildly flared, yet Catalina continued. "You saw?"

"I know, because I'm good at what I do , hombre. And I know that Nightwing, is that officer. Officer O'Hara, is also a former hero from another major city in crisis."

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"I see." She looked over O'Hara as he slept in pure pre – heated bliss fir a few hours. "The effects all backfired, because it won't work."

"He is a borderline case." Slade answered. "And, according to that blood test, it didn't reveal everything down to a minor imperfection, did it?"

"Jack of all trades. You ever been a tech before?"

"I have saved and killed in my time. Even spied." Slade waited on the coffee to brew as Catalina looked to be hiding her own real agenda just below the leopard print and frown lines.

"They hore me on occasion, the guys I git saved and hurt by. This city isn't so clear to anyone. Ryan was only here for what, less than one month now?"

"I'm keeping him on his toes. His studies are-

"He's going to be a real detective, like the person he's trying to copy."

She knew not the half of it.

"Seems that way, but I do worry. His condition was late; his parents never carried this gene and I'd have it in your and my own best interest…to not say a word until we've done a thorough examination at the clinic once he's recovered."

"Damn. My best friend Aisha had a similar pre heat nut she had kids young si it never lastest. Full blown Omega too. You said he's a beta, but it's an abnormal thing?"

"Treatable, and I'd like to keep this mum between only us for now."

"You kicked Roz out, I saw." Cat motioned her head to the door with many, many levels of security to breach.

"She wanted to know too much and as I told her, I will you as well. Ryan is in recovery until he can safety return on his own with a note from a certified doctor. I'm in the middle of setting up appointments to have that done today."

"You said the examination comes later, maybe sooner?"

"Depends on what they think is best. Go wait, or risk more trauma. You know a real omega's body is fragile when it's a first for them. Ryan right now thinks he has the flu, but I explained enough to keep him aware of his options."

"You're not one of his family, maybe a partner in crime?"

"Why say that?" Slade scoffed, going for the now finished coffee in the espresso pot on the stove.

"The locks and the fact that you said you've killed."

"I'm an ex – military general of the United States army. They had me doing odd jobs once I was back on homeland soil." Slade poured a second cup as Cat eyed it too carefully. "Do you take yours black or with cream or sugar?"

"Black." She let out. "I'm fine with nothing else." Liar, and Slade could smell it off of her imaginary pelt.

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Catalina was gone before Dick rode to face a palm to his forehead. "How are you feeling now, blue bird?"

Dick didn't have the strength to bat it away as his tears had run dry. Dry in one place, yet his body still ached a bit further down the line.

"It's starting." Slade moved as Dick had no power here. "I have ice, just keep still."

Ice…

He sniffed as the odor was not like his at all. Something mixed with rose and scents of patchouli that made him nauseous. Slade held a pack to three places. Forehead, anus or whatever was leaking out, and his back. Somehow, the man had dozens of arms and that…Dick's world faded to blackness as his body purged out whatever couldn't let him rest.

Slade looked at the mix of pre cum and something dripping from the boy's ass that looked as thin as mucus. His eyes darted to it before going dir towels and while the kid was conked out cold, Slade matched the crap out of whatever he'd just seen.

There was no way. Only Omega had those, and Dick…was….there was no vagina, but there was a fluid, the ass didn do that unless it was an infection. He would bring that up to the doctor later.

Or, or? Hos body was trying, trying so hard for a future alpha. Slade held his all against the idea of Dick finally belonging. Finally giving in, but…but it wasn't time to think that way. This was against, in time that Dick would denounce the bat and follow a path that Slade was expecting.

Yet the expectancy of the pseudo- slick was quite the turn on as Dick was redressed and laid into Slade's bed- remade, and a powder used to mask his scent properly.

The nausea was too much, and pissing and vomiting on the last bed still carried as a lead weight in the back of the mercenary's mind. Dick scrunched his eyes shut with a moan as Slade rubbed the kid's flank, asking just when and what he'd need to do once the brat finally took the leap back into his arms as before.

Before those two Alpha runts took turns trying his new ego on for size….

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