Chapter 1 The Omega
Sherlock accepted the hot cup of coffee from the thin pathologist. "Um, Sherlock. I'm not-" she tried to find the words that would get through to the stubborn Alpha.
"Molly I did not call you here for a lecture on ethics. You are a Beta are you not? Well your biology places you as the constant workers and servants of the Alphas. Well shouldn't you be doing as I asked?"
Molly blushed bright red, sighing she moved from the place near the window where Sherlock stood glaring.
He was a devastating example of an Alpha, all tall and condescending. Not to mention posh, conceited and demanding. The consulting detective was rather handsome in his dark trousers and purple silk shirt. He'd rolled up the sleeves and waved her dismissively away holding his steamy mug of coffee with those pale but strong hands.
The mousy Beta sighed and moved back to the couch were the young Omega was sleeping. She made a face checking his pulse once more; usually the bodies she dealt with were well deceased. She was indeed a doctor and had received all the certificates to prove it, but these last few years she's worked in the morgue.
That's how she met the infuriating and beautiful Alpha, Sherlock Holmes. And tonight after a long shift she'd received an urgent text commanding her to come here immediately. Even if inconvenient.
She removed her stethoscope from the small medical bag she'd been asked to bring. "He's breathing but his pulse is a bit low."
"That's to be expected he's been heavily drugged." Sherlock stated in his usual uninterested baritone.
"Drugged?" Molly squeaked. Poor young man, her eyes flicked over her patient now with a more intense medical concentration. No bruises marred his slightly tanned skin, his hair was cut short and he looked so young. Even in the faded brown jumper and jeans.
"Yes. Don't ask me with what. I don't know. It seems to be harmless. They wanted him placid apparently being the ante in a poker game wasn't exactly too appealing. "
"A poker game?" Molly checked the young man's dilated pupils. The poor thing didn't even stir when she flashed her pen light into the sleeping man's eyes.
Sherlock didn't explain any further and Molly brought her stethoscope to check the young man's heart beat and lungs.
Sherlock turned away from the window when he heard Molly's quick intake of breath.
The pathologist had pulled the unconscious Omega's soft brown jumper up, surprised to reveal several bruises and the perfect outline of a boot on his left side. His face was unmarked but perhaps that had been the purpose, after all such visible damage might depreciate the Omega's value.
"Is anything broken?" Sherlock's voice just over her shoulder caused her to flinch and she almost lost her balance crouched down near the old couch.
"It cant be comfortable. You will need to take him in for a scan just to be sure." Molly suggested turning back to look over at the dark haired Alpha. "He could have fractured ribs or worse. " Molly moved away from the Omega when Sherlock made a low growl.
He was kneeling and his slender fingers tracing over the worst of the Omega's bruises, stopping over the perfect boot print.
"Obviously done after he'd been sedated." The Alpha snarled, then gray green eyes shifted to the sleeping young man's face.
"He'll be wanting some paracetamol when he wakes and lots of water."
"Yes, I can take it from here. Thank you Molly. And I of course don't have to remind you about discretion."
Molly nodded giving a tight smile hesitating briefly "Yes. I won't tell a soul. What exactly are you going to do with him? I mean he's an Omega."
"Obviously he's an Omega." Sherlock replied adjusting the unconscious Omega's jumper, covering any exposed skin.
Molly pulled her gray rain coat on sighing at the wrinkles in her tan slacks, tomorrow was going to be a long day. She should just mind her own business and get going. However, that young man on the couch he looked no older than herself. Where had he come from? Who hurt him? Why was he a wager in a poker game and since when did Sherlock play poker? And why would Sherlock want him? As far as she knew (and to her great disappointment) Sherlock wasn't interested in anyone, Beta or Omega. She had wondered if he liked to keep to Alphas but she'd seen how he treated the DI and most of the Alpha yarders.
"Please. Molly I hardly wish to force myself upon him. Your concerns are absolutely insulting." Sherlock wore a dark expression.
"Of course." The mousy Beta murmured unsure causing Sherlock's frown to deepen, then he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"If it will assuage your conscience, then I will promise you he will be well cared for. I have no want for a mate nor a need for one. I merely saw an opportunity for us both and I took it. He is in no danger physically or mentally from me. I only mean to offer him a business proposition. One of equal benefit to us both."
"Business proposition?" Molly squeaked again, causing Sherlock to flinch in annoyance at the sound. "You do understand he's a person. I mean you're too intelligent to buy into the whole Omega discrimination. Protecting them from themselves by denying them rights? " Molly nervously continued, she might be crossing a line but she would at least say her peace. "He's a person Sherlock. Why were you even playing for him? And he obviously wasn't consenting. He's bound to have family worried sick about him."
"It was his family that used him as collateral. His sister to be exact and I have the proper legal documents to prove my ownership. In the eyes of the law he is now mine." Sherlock towered over the small Beta woman and Molly took a nervous step back.
Molly gave a weak smile back peddling, "It's none of my business anyway. If you need me you know how to reach me." She glanced at the sleeping figure on the couch, "It's just. You know how you forget people have feelings. Remember that when he wakes. I don't know what the situation is nor is it my business. Like I said earlier. He is a person and not an experiment. I think you forget that sometimes. Sentiment." She turned and left the tall Alpha scowling.