Tough Times

John Was Right

Sherlock made his way his way up the stairs to the flat, cradling his broken wrist and wincing as each step caused him pain. He hoped to God that John was in bed, knowing he looked like hell. His shirt is ripped and he has blood on his pants, not to mention the rest of his body. His  head is bleeding and there are dark angry bruises forming, especially over his now broken ribs and his hips. He stopped for a moment, attempting to compose himself before he slowly made his way up into the apartment.

John is waiting for him when he makes it to the top. Sherlock has been gone an unusual amount of time and the alpha has started to get worried. As soon as he sees him, his jaw drops from shock.

Sherlock sucked in a small, nervous breath when he saw John. He knew what alpha instincts did to people, and he wanted to be in his arms so terribly right now, but the smell of so many other alpha's on his mate could easily drive him crazy, and he'd want to mark Sherlock as his own. And Sherlock just didn't think he could take that right now. "John" He breathed, his nervous, terrified eyes are watching John, waiting.

"Sherlock!" John yelled and ran over to his mate, "What the bloody hell happened to you?" He is very careful to not cause him any more pain as he helps him to his chair

"I...i tried to stop them John" He said quietly, voice hoarse and pained from the night. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" he whispered, curling himself up in his armchiar, not caring how much it hurt him. He'd betrayed his alpha, he'd let someone else do this to him, how could John even stand to look at him? He could sure smell the distress and pain, and overhwelming smell of the other alphas. It was making Sherlock feel sick.

"Sherlock. Look at me." John forced himself to pay close attention to his omega, no matter how much it pained him to see Sherlock in so much pain. Especially with such a strong smell radiating off of him.

Sherlock let out a few shuddery breaths, before finally looking up at John, tears in his eyes. He hated himself. He knew he should have told John as soon as he found out, it was beyond dangerous for a pregnant omega to leave the house alone, but he wasn't even showing yet and he'd only just found out himself. But apparatly the alphas had smelt it on him and decided to mark him as their own.

John carefully wiped Sherlock's tears away, "I'm not mad at you. But I need to know that you're okay. I wish you would've told me, but we can't change that." He offers a hand, "Come with me to the bedroom, it's much more comfortable there." He spoke in a soft and kind, yet slightly commanding tone.

Sherlock nodded silently, in defeat. He was in so much pain but what he needed right now was to curl up in his alphas arms. To know that everything was ok, and that he was safe now because john would never let anyone hurt him. He got to his feet, swaying slightly and taking john's hand, tears slowly falling.

He carefully helps the omega to the bed and gets comfortable with him in his arms, "Please, tell me who did this..."

"I...I don't know" Sherlock whimpered, burying his face in John's neck and curling up as tight as he could, breathing deeply in the scent of John. "It...it was so dark....I couldn't see them...."

John holds Sherlock securely and speaks softly, "Shhh...just think Sherlock. Do you remember anything about them? And remember, I won't let them get you again. You're safe with me." John breathes in Sherlock's scent and smells a slight hint of his own omega. One untouched by the other alphas.

Sherlock closed his eyes, trying so hard to think back to it and...god he could still feel their hands on him...hear their voices and his own screams mixed in, no one around to help him or save him as they pinned him to the ground and marked him as their own. He let out a broken sob, shaking his head and clutching at john as he started to panic a little. "I can't...I can't John please..."