Omega Virus

Safe in His Arms

   It's just before dawn and the office is finally dark and quiet. Professor X is sitting at the small desk in the classroom, typing up his note's. He groans and stretches, having difficulty reading his own handwriting. He was to anxious and excited earlier, causing his handwriting to resemble something written by a monkey. He sighs, starting again.

   If subject Y is capable of learning to suppress his pheromone release in mere minutes, there's definitely hope others can master this as well. He was likewise able to force out a massive amount of pheromones. This subject has gone three years without experiencing a heat, so his rapid level of control is staggering and unprecedented. I'm certain I've discovered a very, unique subject. Other omega's may need extensive training to master these skills. Once his heat is over, I hope to try recreating the experiment. Can an omega truly control their pheromone dispersal in and out of their heat? I hope to find out. I believe, with this subjects assistance, I can find a way to chemically suppress pheromone release. I'm aware not all omegas will have subject Y's level of control. He's fueled by, fear. Fortunately, not all omegas have endured the things he has. I will definitely find a way to help omegas, in Xiao Chang's memory. I'll make sure, it never happens again.

   Professor X flinches, a tissue held out to him in the dark. He hadn't realized he'd begun to cry. Y is standing beside him, looking him over with concern.

"Is this, a personal... experiment for you?" Y asks, sitting on a corner of the desk and glancing toward the office door.

"Mn. Don't worry, as long as you suppress your pheromones, I can control my lust." Professor X says, trying to lighten the mood.

"Someone close to you, was an omega?" Y asks, the Professor only nodding sadly. "I'm guessing, they were among the first. Like me." Another nod. "You said you'd never met an omega, so, something happened before you even found out?"

"Younger cousin." Professor X croaks out, clearing his throat. "He wasn't much younger than are back then. He, was raped by his best friend. He locked himself in his room afterwards and refused to allow anyone near him. He stopped eating and fell ill. Then, we heard about the first pregnancy and... he came out like nothing happened. He sat down and ate a meal, then said he wanted to stretch his legs. I should have gone with him!" He sobs, pounding a fist into the desk repeatedly, until it's held by a larger hand. "He went up to the roof and... the autopsy report showed, he was four and a half weeks pregnant. He knew it and he couldn't handle it. Just before his funeral, I got word that his former friend, the father of his fetus... slit his wrists in remorse over what he had done. Three lives lost, just like that." He snaps his fingers. "It's not right. Omegas didn't ask for this. Average men didn't know how to control themselves and in the end, everyone suffered. For what? Why did this happen? Why, is God so cruel?"

"You've lost your faith Professor, but not your purpose." Y says, kneeling beside him and holding his hands. "Who says this was God's doing?" He asks, the Professor blinking at him. "Humans were bound to evolve sooner or later. Hmm, maybe the next outbreak will have females creating sperm." He shrugs, the Professor barely holding back a choked laugh. "You're right, it's no one's fault. But, why are you the only person trying to help? It's the responsibility of us all to find a solution. You're not Superman. It's not up to just one of us to save us all. So, let's work together, for your cousin and his baby. And, for myself and... my future kids. Wow. Maybe, it's not as scary as I thought. I mean, women have been doing it since time began, right?" He asks, swallowing nervously. "Maybe, if I meet the right guy, I could be open to... wow." He flinches at an odd look that crosses the Professor's face.

"Mn." Professor X says, unsure why he's so annoyed with the notion of Y settling down with a nice man.

"So, are omegas considered Mothers?" Y asks with a confused grin.