The Stray Omega

Backstory 2 (Mitch)

"Hey, Omega." 

The boy looked up from his bed and smiled when Mike came in. "H-Hi, Alpha. How a-are you?" 

"I'm doing fine, son. How are you?" Mike walked over and gently grabbed the boy's shoulder to help him turn to the side. He gently ran his hand over the boy's back,  noticing the boy didn't flinch at his touch. "They're getting better. That's good." 

"Ss-Sand-Sandwiches?"  The boy looked up with hopeful eyes. 

"Oh, of course." Mike sat down and pulled a bag from his parcel. He handed the bag to the boy who rummaged through it and took out a grilled cheese. He bit into it and looked up at Mike with a grin. 

"Thank you." 

Mike leaned forward and ruffled the boy's hair. "You're sweet." 

The kid smiled and he jumped when a doctor came into the room. 

"Oh, Alpha Grassi. You're here, wonderful!" The doctor said. "He's clear to be released as late as tomorrow and as soon as tonight." 

Mike frowned. "Released? We haven't even found his parents yet. Is there any chance you can keep him here just a few more days?" 

"I'm sorry, with all the kids we're getting in, we're having overflow in rooms, if a kid is healed up and will do fine without the hospital's help, we need to release them. I'm sorry, Alpha." 

Mike nodded and turned to look at the boy again as the doctor left. He reached over, wiping a dribble of cheese off the boy's chin and wiping it on the napkins in the bag.

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"P-Pretty."  The boy looked up at the house in front of him. It was tiny two-story, enough for two adults and a child. He noticed the flowers sitting around the driveway and he walked over. 

"You never have seen those before, huh?" Mike asked. 

"N-No.W-What are th-they?" The boy dropped to his knees, leaning down and smelling the flowers. 

"Flowers." 

"F-Flo-Flowers."  The boy looked up and grinned. Mike grinned and held his hand out. The boy took it and stood up, holding his hand tightly as the two went inside. He smiled at the sight of the clean house and he went forward to the couch, running his fingers over the material. 

Mike shut the door behind him and set his stuff in the kitchen. He then went back into the living room where the boy was sitting on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders. He sat on the couch and the boy got on his hands and knees and crawled toward Mike and laid against him, grabbing his hand afterward. 

"T-Thank you for tak-taking care o-of me." The boy said, bringing the blanket over him and getting comfortable. 

"You're welcome, Mitch." 

"M-Mitch?" The boy looked up. 

"I found your original file. Your name's Mitch. Mitch Hana."

"I l-like Mitch." 

Mike laid on his back and Mitch crawled to sleep on top of him, falling asleep instantly. He fixed the blanket and made sure Mitch was comfortable before turning the television on and turning it down to a soft hum. 

-

"His parents are history," Mike mumbled. "No trace left of them. Last known sighting of them were two years after Mitch was taken. Possible suicide?" 

Mike's coworker looked at Mike with a raised eyebrow. "There are no cases on them that I know of but I'll go into the basement, see if there are any old cases in the suicide section." 

"We have an actual section for those?" 

"Section for everything." The coworker shrugged before walking off. 

"A-Alpha Mike!" Mitch came running into the office with a toy rocket in his hands. He held it in the air and ran over to Mike, giggling when Mike picked him up by under his arms. 

"Hey, you. I thought I told you to stay in the playroom." Mike held Mitch on his lap and tickled him lightly. 

"I-It was bore-boring. I wa-wanna hang wi-with you."  Mitch said, flying his toy around before turning to Mike. "Can I?" 

"You want to sort files all day?" 

Mitch pouted. "No." 

"Want me to take my break? We can go get some lunch and I'll take you someplace we can have some fun." 

"Y-Yes!" Mitch threw his arms around Mike's neck, laughing as Mike stood up and darted out of the office. 

-

"W-What is t-that?" Mitch asked, pointing across the restaurant patio to where a fluffy dog was sitting by their owners. Mike turned his head to see where Mitch was pointing at. 

"That's a dog, son." 

"Dog? Is-Is it nice?" 

Mike smiled and stood up. "Let's go ask."  Mitch stood up and took Mike's hand, standing behind him as they walked over to the couple and their dog. "Hi, can we pet the dog?" 

"Oh, of course! She likes children so be a bit careful. She'll lick ya!" 

"Just reach out and pet her, just be gentle," Mike said letting the dog sniff his hand before scratching her head. Mitch watched with careful eyes and copied Mike's actions, giggling when the dog reached forward and licked his face. 

Mike smiled as Mitch threw his hands around the poodle's neck and hugged her as she continued to kiss him.

-

"That's an airplane. It looks big and scary but it's not. I promise." Mike said, pointing at the planes that moved around the airport.

"H-How does it fl-fly? Heavy." Mitch asked, pushing his face against the glass to see the planes.

"To be honest, I don't know either." Mitch ran over and grabbed Mike's hand, looking around at all the people who were running around.

"This plll-place is s-scary."

Mike stood up from the seat he was on and crouched down, hooking his arm under Mitch's bottom to carry him through the airport.

-

"He took me to live in America with him. I didn't know he was going into the military shortly after though. He got a tutor to help me with school and be able to speak better while he was away. Just so happens the tutor had a British accent like me and my dad." Mitch hugged the picture of his dad close to his chest as he looked up at Scott who was sitting cross legged on the couch opposite of him.

"Your dad was the protective one? Didn't want you in public school?" Scott chuckled lightly. Mitch smiled and looked down at the picture.

"Not after he found me in that condition. I didn't mind though, my tutor was nice. My dad's dream was to be in military like you and I didn't want to stop him so I let him go. Little did I know he'd die just two years later and I'd be in foster care for six years..."

Scott leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Mitch. Mitch let himself fall in Scott's embrace and he snuggled up to his Alpha.

"But if that never happened, I wouldn't be here with you and four perfectly healthy pups in a happy home."

Scott kissed Mitch's forehead and rocked his body slowly, Mitch falling asleep with the picture still tucked to his chest.

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