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beminevalentines replied to your post “Allright, the first chapter of this omegaverse is up: John’s an Omega…”
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I take it your excited about this one?
Allright, the first chapter of this omegaverse is up:
John’s an Omega and Sherlock his Alpha, but after he witnesses Sherlock’s suicide John tries to carry on, eventually meeting and bonding with Alpha Mary.
Now Sherlock is back, finding his Omega bonded to someone else and worse, pregnant by her.
teaser below the cut
The day Sherlock jumped from Bart’s, John thought his world was over. He’d known other Omegas that hasn’t survived the loss of their Alpha. But John had never been a typical Omega. Even at the funeral, he thought he caught a bit of his Alpha’s scent, but of course when he looked there was no one there. At least his heats had never been that frequent. But the first one he had after Sherlock’s death he spent in misery and heartbreak, using toys in the bed where they had made so much love and his scent still lingered. As soon as the heat was over he moved out.
For the next year he threw himself into work. He could swear sometimes he could still feel Sherlock, like the moon pulling tides. But he’d seen Sherlock die. John chalked it up to the strength of their bond and tried to move on with his life.
In late January he had a particularly vivid dream. It was bitterly cold like only Russia could be. Sherlock walked in the darkness, bundled against the cold, following someone. John cried out as he saw someone about to jump him. Sherlock turned at his cry and knocked the knife from his assailant’s hand. John watched helplessly as three more men moved in on him. Sherlock tried, but they beat him unconscious, one of them picking up the detective, saying something to the others in Russian and tossing him over one shoulder. John woke, bolting to a seat. He put his hand on the bond mark, finding it warm. He shook his head, heart racing. Sherlock was dead. He’d seen him jump. He scrabbled his hands through his hair and went to take a shower, wondering how long his former mate would haunt him.
“You always reach for the light,” Cas said suddenly, as though he was simply continuing an entirely different conversation. “Put a man in a dark cave and put a candle some distance away from him – ten feet, a mile – and he’ll always venture towards it. Even when it goes out, he’ll keep going in that direction. It’s as though humans are starved for light.”
This is beautiful
(Note: Trigger warning: Suicide/ Suicidal intention. This is the second part of this post. I edited the original post slightly and moved the conclusion over to this one and expanded it. I’m borrowing some of my own thoughts from here.)
John: Look, Sherlock, this is the biggest and most important day of my life.
Sherlock: Well …
John: No, it is! It is, and I want to be up there with the two people that I love and care about most in the world.
Sherlock: Yes.
John: Mary Morstan …
Sherlock: Yes.
John: … and … you.
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Sherlock: So, in fact …you-you mean …
John: Yes.
Sherlock: I’m your …best …
John: … man.
Sherlock: … friend?
John: Yeah, ’course you are. ’Course you’re my best friend.Saying that Sherlock is stunned by this information would be an understatement, but as hilarious as the delivery is, it drives home a very important point.
Sherlock has never understood how John feels about him. Sherlock has always believed that John values him because he is clever and brilliant, and because it meant that John gets the danger and adventures that he so clearly needs.
Reconsider the Reichenbach phone call again. If Sherlock believes that all John cares about his cleverness, he has to believethat if John stops valuing that, that he will simply walk away, that he will no longer care about Sherlock. “I’m a fake.” Sherlock tells him. He isn’t just saying goodbye or trying to protect John-he’s trying to convince John that everything that he has ever believed mattered about Sherlock is a lie. Sherlock is trying to break John’s faith in him, hoping that it will lessen the loss. “Nobody could be that clever.” Sherlock tells him. John doesn’t see the truth of what Sherlock is really saying, what it really means, and he simply tells Sherlock “You could”. They’re not having the same conversation, and so Sherlock goes to his ‘death’, believing that John still values him for his cleverness, but nothing more. He spends the next two years, on his own and lonely, believing that he does not matter to anyone beyond that. He comes back to find John furious and can’t make sense of his anger, because he doesn’t understand the source of it. He doesn’t understand how much of a loss his ‘death’ was. He doesn’t realize that John might forgive him, because he doesn’t realize what is there underneath the anger.
It’s not until John finally spells it out for him that Sherlock finally sees the truth of it. He matters to John. John loves him.
And so, when Sherlock is confronted by Major Sholto, it gets to him. All along, Sherlock has been taking in the similarities and he, while occasionally jealous of Major Sholto’s connection with John, sees himself. He sees a man needlessly dying, a man who is willfully letting his life be taken. He sees someone that John loves about to take his own life in front of him. Again. “There’s a proper time to die, isn’t there?” Major Sholto says. “And one should embrace it when it comes.” But Sherlock understands the cost of that; the cost of embracing a death that could be avoided, of accepting the story that someone else has written for you. More than that, he knows the cost of doing that to someone who loves you. He understands all too well the grief and pain that it causes. He knows just what to say. “We wouldn’t do that, would we – you and me? We would never do that to John Watson.”
And Sherlock wouldn’t. At least, not anymore.
He steps back, knowing that he has seen the truth of it, knowing that it will work, even as John threatens to break down the door.
Major Sholto emerges and says to John what Sherlock now realizes he should have said before, on the day he faked his death. “I believe I am in need of medical attention.”
“I believe I am your doctor.” John says. And he is, to both of them.
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