Tough Times

Boring

Sherlock just hasn't been the same since it happened. He's more cautious and...normal. He rarely speaks his mind and half the time he doesn't even speak. His deductions are small and few and now he's not even interested in new cases. Sherlock's mind is set on one thing: protecting his Alpha in any way he can. If that means being boring, then so be it.

"Sherlock, what would you like for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry."

The alpha peaked his head into the bedroom. "Sherlock, you haven't eaten in ages. It's not healthy for you or the pup."

"I'm not hungry." He repeated and curled into the fetal position on the bed.

John sighed and walked over to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I know it's hard, Sherlock..." Oh you have no idea. "But I'm here for you. You just need to talk to me."

Sherlock fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Oh, how he wants to tell John everything. Tell him all about the rape, the fear he has that he may be carrying another man's pup, the phone call...but he can't. He can't because of the cameras. The cameras that are supposedly watching them. The cameras that he hadn't been able to find. But I can't risk it. I can't risk hurting John.

Sherlock is confused and feels worthless; two feelings that he used to make fun of people for feeling. For the first time in years he doesn't know what to do. It's aggravating him to the core of his being and the morning sickness isn't helping anything. He hopes that John will find the Alphas that did this, but he also hopes that they can just forget this ever happened.

"I'm fine." He grumbled and hugged his knees.

"No, you're not, Sherlock. I know you and this is how you try and cope. You're shutting down--"

Sherlock blocked out the rest of what John was saying, he didn't need to be told what he already knew. That he should see a psychiatrist or a therapist, go to the hospital, probably even all three.

He felt a warm hand touch his shoulder. "Why aren't you listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone, John."

The doctor sighed and stood. "All I want is for you to talk to me."

So do I. "Well, I don't. Just leave me alone."

John left the room, sad and upset. And Sherlock felt bad. He wished that he could run up to him and hug him and tell him all about it. It might be out of character for him, but that's really all that he needs. All that he wants. He knew where John was going, that's really what hurt him the most.

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John grabbed his coat and went out for a walk, trying to calm down. He doesn't blame Sherlock for how he's acting. After all, rape changes a person. Who he blames are the people who did that to him. The ones who marked his Omega as their own. Who do they think they are? Doing that to him...to my Sherlock. His emotions bubbled inside of him. Trapped. Only one person will listen to him. Will help him.

He headed toward Mary's house.

******Alrighty, guys. Sorry this took me so long to update and it's only with a short chapter. School has gotten in the way and I am hoping on updating more frequently now that benchmarks are coming to a close. Please, just hang in there a little longer************