Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Simon “Ghost” Riley, considered by many in the close-knit community of special forces to be the most-deadly operator in England, if not all of Europe, dropped his bag as he entered his barracks room. He leaned back against his door and sighed heavily. The mission had been long but luckily uneventful. For a change.
He and Soap had been sent on a simple recon mission. Their task had been to confirm the whispers that Makarov was trying to recruit more soldiers for Konni Group. According to Laswell, there were heavy rumors of the Russian Ultranationalist, or his men being spotted near the outskirts of Athens.
Ghost and Soap had taken the assignment and spent the last three weeks watching the apartment complex Makarov or his men had supposedly been spotted. By the end of the mission, all Simon and Johnny had to show for it was confirmation of Konni in the area and yes, it appeared they were recruiting, but there had been no sign of Makarov himself. They had managed to get into the building and into one of the apartments where Johnny had quickly and efficiently hacked and downloaded the intel to Laswell.
After that, Laswell had told them to head back while she went through the information. Simon and Johnny arrived back on base in Hereford not five hours after the final contact with Laswell. They were immediately debriefed by Price before being cut loose. Simon’s body felt like led when he pushed off the door and made his way to his attached bathroom. Perks of being an officer; privacy.
Entering the bathroom, Simon systematically began to strip off his gear. Dropping everything in a pile near the standing cabinet in the corner to be dealt with later. He headed for the en suite, starting to strip his clothes as he did. With each piece of clothing that was removed, Simon felt as if he could breathe once again. As if he were coming back to himself. The final article to be removed was his hardshell mask. Now naked, he moved to the shower.
Moments later, with the first tendrils of steam wafting into the air, Simon stepped under the water. He groaned in relief as the hot water began to ease his tense muscles. Bowing his head and bracing a hand against the tile of the shower, Simon tilted his head left then right. To the world, Simon “Ghost” Riley was an unfeeling, cold, hardened soldier. His kill count only known to himself, Laswell, and Price. But there was one thing, one BIG thing that only John Price knew, at least officially. Simon was an Omega.
Even in this day and age, Omegas were often considered lesser members of society. Especially in the military. When Simon had presented as an Omega at the age of thirteen, his father had been furious. Had damned near beaten him within an inch of his life. His mother, a Beta and being a broken and hardened unfeeling woman by that point due to his abusive father, had been no help. She had all but turned a blind eye to what his Alpha father was doing. Was sometimes just as cruel as he had been to Simon.
Things had only gotten worse for Simon when at fourteen he hit his first heat. His father had thrown him into the basement with barely enough food and water to last an exhausting and painful week, only a bare mattress, and a bucket as his toilet. His first heat, alone, cold, scared, and in pain had been the hardest. Simon vowed to himself after that, he would become stronger, he would prove to his father, to everyone, that being an Omega didn’t make him weak.
He had taken it upon himself after that first heat to study up on what it meant to be an Omega while also working to tone his body to better protect himself from his father or others like him. None of the pathetic half-assed research papers or sappy movies. No, Simon only studied concreate research materials. Spoke to professionals and other Omegas, who actually knew what the hell they were talking about. In doing so, Simon learned that Omegas were in fact highly coveted. Or had been once upon a time.
Historically, Omegas were many times consulted on during times of distress because of their normally calming nature and nurturing instincts. Wars had been fought over them; fought over what was perceived as the perfect Omega. The perfect mate. When Omega’s number started dwindling unexplainably sometime around the eighteenth century and Alpha’s numbers increasing, many believed it was simply because Alphas were superior. Simon didn’t buy that, and apparently neither did others. Many theorized it was simply some kind of evolution that was yet to be understood. In the last ten years or so, Simon had read that Omegan births were on an uptick, which added more credibility to the evolution theory. Despite knowing so much about secondary genders, there was still a lot that wasn’t fully understood outside of basic traits that all Alphas, Beta, and Omegas had. Yet, humanity didn’t always do what was rational. Only the strong survive. Yes, that may be true, but strength didn’t always mean being an Alpha.
Over the years, Simon had come across plenty of strong Betas and more than one or two other Omegas, Kate Laswell being one of them, that were strong like he was, if not necessarily as big as he was physically though. By the time Simon joined the military at the age of seventeen, he had become stronger and bigger than his father. By then, his father had learned not to mess with his oldest son. At sixteen, Oscar Riley had tried to beat Simon again, but it had ended with Simon breaking his father’s arm and three ribs. Not wanting to be ridiculed for being beaten by an Omega, his Omega son at that, Oscar had not reported the incident and from then on, left Simon to his own devices.
Even Simon’s younger Alpha brother Tommy, gave him a wide berth after that night. Which suited Simon just fine. This had led to Simon all but cutting his family from his life. He hadn’t seen or spoken to either of his parents since he left. Tommy had reached out shortly after he had joined 141. He and Tommy talked sparingly that first year, but now they talked at least once a week or more unless Simon was on a mission. Simon was happy to report he and Tommy were well on their way to having the relationship Simon had always wanted.
Life may not have been kind to Simon, but through all his trials and tribulations, he never let the Omega in him die. No, he took it upon himself to nurture it as best he could on his own. Oh sure, he knew there were aspects of being an Omega he still didn’t know. He expected that seeing as how during his formative years after his presentation he was beaten and treated so cruelly, but that didn’t mean he let his secondary gender wither.
‘Will I ever feel completely whole? Will I ever have that life. A mate? Pups one day? Peace?’ Simon thought sadly, reaching for the bodywash. As he ran the washcloth over himself however, another thought creeped in. A thought he was never able to fully push away. ‘But what Alpha would want an Omega like me? One that’s only seen as an unfeeling killing machine.’
Simon had never considered himself what society considered a typical Omega. Most were smaller, more delicate in either looks or personality. Soft. He however was damned near six foot five, built more like an Alpha. Pure muscle and it showed. He was stronger than most Alphas, and on more than one occasion had put Alphas in their place. Especially after joining the SAS. However, when alone in the privacy of his room, only then did he let his softer side, his Omega side, fully emerge.
He kept a permeant nest on his bed, which he knew some Alphas criticized or berated Omegas for outside of a heat and even during. Built of the softest blankets, pillows, even one of two of Prices’ shirts. On the 141 only Price knew officially that he was an Omega. Gaz, the team’s Beta might suspect but said nothing. Johnny, however just assumed Simon was an Alpha like him and Price. It left Simon’s Omega hurt that he didn’t let at least Johnny in.
Simon shook his head, pushing THOSE thought away. No, he didn’t need to go down that road; not again. He quickly finished his shower before grabbing one of the soft fluffy towels he preferred. Drying off, Simon stepped out of the shower and pulled on the sweats and hoodie he brought with him.
Once dressed, Simon methodically gathered his clothes from the mission and dumped them into his hamper. Price had told him he and Johnny had the next day off to rest. He would handle the laundry then. After dumping his dirty field clothes into the hamper, Simon turned and paused. Taking two steps, he studied himself in the bathroom mirror. Not something he did often. His face reflecting back at him. He rarely considered his appearance these days, what with him wearing a mask nearly 99% of the time.
Turning his head left, then right, he took a few moments to study himself. His dark blonde almost brown hair was usually cut in what American Marines called high and tight but was slightly overgrown now from three weeks in the field. He felt it suited him to be honest, in that moment at least. It gave him a softer look, and he figured he’d let it go. For now, anyway. His eyes were brown, but a light brown color that reminded him of his favorite drink. Bourbon. He supposed he would be considered handsome. A high Roman nose, with a slight bend where it had been broken once during selection when a knot headed Alpha tried to scruff him as a show of dominance and Simon fought back. He walked away with a broken nose, but the Alpha spent a week in medical and was immediately transferred for unbecoming behavior.
His skin, while a bit paler than most due to his mask and staying mostly covered all the time, wasn’t what he’dconsider smooth. His face free of blemishes mostly with one exception. A single scar ran along the curve of his cheek from where an enemy managed to get close enough and slashed at him with a large hunting knife. The rest of his body, while muscular and strong also bore evidence of the life he led as a special forces operator. Bullet wounds, knife wounds, a few scars from shrapnel when the enemy got creative with explosives. Not typical of an Omega; in his opinion anyway.
After casting one last look at the mirror, Simon turned and exited the bathroom. Entering the main room, Simon let out a content little chip before slipping into his nest. The soft comforts of his nest relaxing him the rest of the way. He grabbed his laptop from the nightstand, after snuggling under his favorite blanket, loaded up one of his favorite movies, Love Actually, and settled in for a relaxing evening.
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Simon gathered his things from the dryer and placing them on the table. He had woken up that morning feeling rested. For once he had managed to sleep through the night without any disruption. A rarity for him. Most nights, his mind tended to plague him with not really nightmares, but unhappy dreams of being alone for the rest of his life, of losing one of his teammates because he hadn’t got there in time or missed someone while on overwatch. The previous night however was just blissful nothingness. A full night of much needed sleep.
“Mornin’ Ghost.” Johnny greeted cheerfully, walking in carrying his own laundry.
“Johnny.” Simon nodded.
“No’ gonna lie, fel’ good ta sleep in my own bed last night.” Johnny smiled, dumping his stuff in an open washer.
“Same here.” Simon agreed.
“What’s your plans for the day off LT?” Johnny inquired, as he fiddled with the knobs of the washer.
“Haven’t thought much beyond getting my laundry done to be honest. Might hit the gym later.” Simon shrugged.
“Gaz and I were thinkin’ of poppin’ into town for a bit. Wanna come with?” Johnny offered.
Simon fought not to react as he continued folding his clothes. He wanted to, almost desperately, but no. He couldn’t do that. “Thanks, but not this time.”
“Suit yerself, maybe next time aye?” Johnny replied.
“Sure, maybe next time.” Simon nodded, placing the last of his clothes in his basket before grabbing it. “See ya later Johnny. Enjoy your outing with Gaz.”
“See ya LT.” Johnny grinned, offering a two fingered salute.
Holding his basket, Simon calmly left the laundry room yet inside his Omega was all but whimpering. It took everything in him to not turn around and accept Johnny’s offer, but he fought it. When Price had brought the younger Alpha onto the team almost three years ago, Simon’s Omega had done something that it had never done before. His Omega sat up and fucking took notice of the energetic, confident, and gorgeous Scottish demolition expert and sniper.
However, as he did with everyone but Price, Simon kept the truth about his secondary gender to himself. A part of Simon had been slightly scared at just how instantly his Omega had all but screamed THAT ONE. MINE. OURS.when Johnny was brought on. He had never had such a visceral reaction to any Alpha. His typical reaction to unknown Alphas was trepidation and wariness, but not with Johnny. Simon had initially thought maybe it was just Johnny’s personality, but the more they worked together, his attraction to the Alpha had only grown.
Simon entered his room, sat his laundry basket to the side and after kicking off his shoes, slipped back into his nest and without even thinking, he pulled one of his plush body pillows into his arms. God how he wished the pillow was a certain Scotsman with a ridiculous mohawk that actually suited him. He sighed, letting his eyes close and his mind wander. Thinking of things that he was so sure he would never have.
Simon must have fallen asleep because when his eyes opened again, he glanced at his phone and saw it had been nearly two hours since he had returned to his room and almost time for lunch. Rubbing his eyes, he released his hold on the body pillow and sat up. Slowly, Simon slipped from his nest, stretching as he did. It was rare for him to nap so to speak when on base. Deciding to head to the mess for lunch before it got too crowded, then maybe hit the gym for a bit, he moved to his dresser.
He quickly changed into his workout clothes. A long-sleeved compression shirt and sweats. He pulled on his trainers and after pulling on a plain black mask, making sure his earbuds were fully charged and in his pocket, he exited his room, making sure the door was locked behind him. Simon encountered no one as he headed for the mess.
“Hello Ghost.”
Simon turned and saw Price approaching him. “Price.”
“Enjoying your day off?” Price smiled gently.
“Just woke up after I did my laundry. I laid down and only meant to relax but ended up falling asleep. Guess I needed it. Can’t remember the last time, if ever, I had a nap while still on base.” Simon shrugged, not missing the surprised look on his captain’s face.
“You don’t say.” Price said as they entered the mess together.
“It was strange. Soap came in as I was foldin’ my things and asked if I wanted to join him and Gaz into town. I obviously refused.”
Price sighed as they joined the food line. “Simon, son, when are you gonna—”
Simon stiffened, “Price, we’ve had this conversation.”
“And I’ll say now what I said then, you’re bein’ a knot head.” Price countered.
Simon remained silent as they grabbed their lunch. Price tilted his head towards the doors and Simon knew he wasn’t escaping this conversation. Resigning himself, he nodded and followed his captain. Moments later, they were in the privacy of Price’s office, their lunches on Price’s desk.
“Simon, I still don’t understand,” Price began unwrapping his sandwich, “why you don’t just tell John the truth. Especially after all this time. Thought you trusted him?”
“Price, I DO trust him, probably more so than even you. I just don’t see a way that Soap would take that news well. That I’ve been lying to him since the day we met. He’d—if not hate me, he would definitely no longer trust me. Not like he currently does anyway.” Simon replied, his voice reflecting his sadness and distress at the very idea.
Price sat up straighter as he sensed and smelled the slight aroma of the Omega’s distress. He frowned, “Simon, are you wearing scent patches?”
“Yeah, I always wear them, why?” Simon huffed before taking a bite of his sandwich.
“After you eat, you might want to swing by medical for new ones. It’s subtle, but just now I could smell your distress. If you really want to keep your secondary gender secret, I suggest you throw out your current patches and request the strongest ones medical has. Tell them I ordered it if they give you and shit about the request.” Price explained.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon groaned, finally catching his own scent.
“Son, I want to know the truth here. Why are you really afraid to let John know the truth? Or Gaz for that matter? What are you scared of?” Price asked softly.
Simon took another bite as he thought about what his Captain was asking. Why was he really scared? After swallowing, he sighs heavily. “Price, I worked so damned hard to get where I am now. Had to fight my way up since I first presented. More so after I joined up and saw how Omegas were treated by most of the higher ups. As selfish as it is, I don’t want all the years I’ve dedicated to making myself strong, the years I’ve dedicated to my career, to suddenly be questioned or worse have my reputation as an officer to be tarnished because some jack-ass bigoted Alpha higher-up feels as an Omega, I’m unfit. And don’t argue. You and I have both seen it. Second right behind that is I’m scared of losing the trust and well, just the relationship Johnny and I have built now. You saw how long it took for he and I to get to where we are now. I don’t want to hurt him because I lied. Same with Gaz. That and I’m scared of bein’ hurt.”
The office fell silent as both men sat there, eating their lunches and processing what Simon had voiced. Neither mentioning just how quiet Simon’s voice had been at saying he was scared of being hurt. Simon couldn’t bring himself to look at the Alpha, having never really been fully comfortable with exposing so much of himself. Which had left part of him confused. From all of his research, he had come to the conclusion that typically Omegas were pretty open in that way. Again, having not had crucial training and nurturing during those formative years, Simon just didn’t know what to think about that.
It was Price who broke the contemplative silence between them. “Simon, son, I can see why and where you would feel the way you do. I can. As for your military record, it speaks for itself, and I will fight like hell against any asshole who dares to try and besmirch your reputation and all you’ve achieved. I know Kate and Gaz will back me and fight for you too. Think it’s safe to say John would as well.”
“What do you mean by that?” Simon asked.
Price scoffed, “Simon have you ever noticed how the lad looks at you? I mean really paid attention. And this brings me to your concerns about letting him in. John “Soap” MacTavish looks at you like you hang the bloody fuckin’ moon. Even though he believes you’re an Alpha. I honestly believe if you told him, it wouldn’t make a damned bit of difference to the man and that he would understand if he knew the why of it.”
“You’re off your rocker Price.” Simon argued, despite the hope blooming in his chest.
“Says you, but I know what I see when he looks at you.” Price shrugged. “As for your relationship, you being an Alpha or Omega wouldn’t matter to him. John could care less about someone’s secondary gender. Surely, you’veseen that for yourself.”
Simon fell silent again. He had seen Johnny interact with others and had noticed that unlike most other Alphas, Johnny treated everyone the same. Like his equals. If one treated Johnny fairly, with respect and friendship, Johnny returned it. If someone betrayed or burned him, like Graves and Sheperd had done, or if one hurt innocents like Makarov, Johnny was ruthless and was cold and full Alpha. No one could say that Johnny wasn’t protective of those he deems worthy.
By the time Simon left Price to continue with his Captain’s duties, Simon’s mind was anything but settled. In fact, his mind was in an even more of a jumble than ever. Was Price, right? Would Johnny even care if he knew that Simon was an Omega and not the Alpha that he and everyone else believed? Not wanting to think about it anymore, he headed first to medical for the new patches. After ducking into his room, he swiped his old ones and replaced them with the new before throwing away the rest of the old patches. That task done; he headed for the gym to take his frustration out on the equipment there.
After a solid two hours working out, he returned to his room for a shower. Simon spent the rest of the afternoon in his room and spent just bouncing between watching movies and finishing the last of his paperwork. He made an appearance at dinner where he sat with Johnny and Gaz, calmly listening to Johnny tell him about their jaunt to town. By the time he returned to his room, the earlier conversation with Price and frustration of said conversation, was gone. Curling up in his nest, Simon fell asleep. And curled up around the body pillow. Hoping for another peaceful and restful sleep.
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Simon stood still as a statue in front of Johnny. They were outside the barracks having a smoke when Simon decided to tell him the truth. After he finished speaking, he finally shifted his gaze to lock onto the Alpha. Gone was the normal carefree expression. In its place was probably one of the coldest looks he had ever seen on the man. Second only to the look he had when he saw that Graves was alive and had not been in the tank Johnny had blown up in Mexico.
“Johnny I—” Simon started.
Johnny growled, low and deep. An Alpha sound of anger and challenge. Simon’s whole body froze, his heart both pounding and breaking. He fought to keep his body from reacting. Like turning on his heel and running away as fast as he could. He could only wait for Johnny to say or do something. Anything.
“You fucking LIED to me. To ME. Since the day we met on the goddamned mission to hunt Hassan. I thought you trusted me, Ghost.” Johnny spit out.
“I do! Johnny, I trust you more than anyone.” Simon argued.
“Then WHY?” Johnny demanded.
“Because I was scared. Scared of losing your trust. Scared of being treated differently just because I’m an Omega instead of being treated like Simon. Of ruinin’ what we have.” Simon answered, hearing his voice waver.
“Well, you succeeded. I dinnae ken how I can trust ya. I’ll follow ya into the field, yer still my Lieutenant, but off the field—I dinnae think I can trust ya anymore. To ken if yer tellin’ me tha truth.” Johnny stated, his blue eyes narrowing.
“Johnny—”
“NO! Ya dinnae get to call me Johnny anymore.” Johnny barked.
Simon could only watch, his Omega all but screaming in pain, as Johnny spun on his heel and stalked away. The air filled with the acrid smell of Johnny’s anger. Anger that was directed at him. Anger that he, Simon Riley, had caused. Once Johnny rounded the corner of the building, Simon’s arms wrapped around himself as he dropped heavily to his knees. Ignoring the pain it caused.
Holding himself tightly, his Omega curling into a ball in the corner of his mind whining in pure pain. As his tears began falling, Simon started rocking back and forth. His whole world shattering as he had watched his Johnny turn and walk away from him.
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Simon jerked upright, gasping for air clutching the body pillow. His body trembling as the nightmare faded. The feeling of the pain of Johnny walking away and telling him he could no longer trust him was still running through him. With a trembling hand, Simon reached over to click on his bedside lamp. He desperately tried to tell himself it was only a dream. There was no way Johnny would be that cruel to him. That’s not the type of Alpha John MacTavish was.
Johnny was kind, fair, all around good. The only time Simon had seen Johnny cold and heartless had been during the missions hunting Hassan, Sheperd, Graves, or Makarov. Three of those four were dead now. Or rather all intel was pointing at Graves having been KIA shortly after Sheperd had been taken out.
Simon’s body felt icy cold; like he would never be warm again. He scrambled from his nest and rushed to his ensuite. No sooner had he clicked on the light, he dropped to his knees and dry heaved into the toilet as nausea rolled through him. Between the heaving, he heard the distressed whimpers from his Omega escaping. Several long moments later, Simon managed to pull himself to his feet by gripping the edge of the sink.
He turned on the tap and reached for the washcloth he kept on the side of the sink. Running it under the warm water, he wrung it out before dragging the damp cloth over his face to wipe away the cold sweat that had clung to his face. After running it once more over his face and feeling slightly calmer, Simon tossed the cloth into his hamper.
He grabbed a fresh washcloth, placed it on the side of the sink before clicking off the light, and exiting the bathroom. Simon spent a few minutes fixing his nest, changing out the top layer for clean sheets, stripping of his t-shirt that clung to him due to the slight sweat from the nightmare, before he climbed back in after pulling on a fresh shirt. He pulled the softest and warmest blanket he always kept towards the foot of the nest around him after turning the bedside light off. In the dark, he clung to the body pillow.
‘Johnny wouldn’t really react like that if I told him? Would he?’ Were his last thoughts before exhaustion claimed him once more.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Notes:
So, if you've already read chapter 1, please note that I added something. I added the link to the story here on AO3 that initially inspired this story. If you haven't seen that, be sure you check that and click the link to check out that story. It's called Soldier's Eyes by the amazing duo insomniamemoirs and RandomWordsAndStormyDays.
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Chapter 2
Simon stood off to the side as he observed Johnny and Gaz working the latest group of possible recruits from selection. After the mess with Sheperd and Graves, Price and Laswell agreed it wouldn’t hurt to add maybe two if not three more members to the 141. Simon had to agree. It would be nice to have an even six-man team at the very least.
At the brief that morning, Price had announced that he had a potential fifth member arriving that day. This person had come highly recommended by Laswell. All Price had told them was that the man was an Alpha, a trained medic and sniper. This had Simon lifting a brow under his mask, but he said nothing, while Johnny and Gaz seemed excited at the prospect of a new team member. The man should be arriving any time now and Price had promised them he would bring him to meet the rest of the team.
“Take five!” Gaz called out.
Simon pushed off the tree he had been leaning against and moved to his teammates. “Anyone stand out?”
“Aye, at least to me. Name’s Sanderson. Gary Sanderson.” Johnny nodded lifting his water bottle to his lips.
“I agree. Kid’s fast, smart, has some well above average marks. Not as high as mine and Tav’s, but pretty damned close.” Gaz added.
“Point him out.” Simon said.
He looked to where Gaz was now pointing. The recruit was young looking. He had curly light brown hair, and the greenest eyes Simon had ever seen. If this kid had caught Gaz and Johnny’s attention enough for them to be impressed, that was enough for Simon to pay attention to the recruit.
“You have his file?” Simon inquired.
Johnny hurried over to his bag and a few minutes later returned holding out a folder. “Here it is LT. Lik’ Gaz said, kid’s go’ high marks and definitely has potential. File says he’s excellent wit’ knives an’ computers. Scored highest in hackin’ an’ data extraction skills durin’ selection. No’ a bad shot either.”
Simon hummed as he opened the file and began skimming through it while Gaz and Johnny returned to the rooks. His nightmare two nights ago no longer on his mind, which he had been grateful for. They were right, Gary “Roach” Sanderson was impressive on paper. High marks, only slightly lower than Gaz and Johnny’s and Gaz currently held the record. Glowing recommendations from former CO’s and fellow squad mates.
Simon arched a brow when he saw the only incident report. Two days into selection, a fellow recruit, an Alpha, had tried to bully Roach into submission. The younger Omega had fought back, and the Alpha had been the one who ended up scruffed. Along with a broken nose, sprained wrist, and for good measure a few severely bruised ribs. Looking up from the dossier, he quickly spotted Roach sparring with another recruit. There was also almost a whole section that was mostly redacted. The last part that wasn’t merely stated Roach showed a strong skill at interrogation. That was interesting.
‘Hmm, kid’s definitely fast. I’ll have to keep an eye on him and let Price know.’ Simon thought as he watched Roach easily and quickly pin his opponent. ‘Would be nice to have another Omega on the team.’
Moving to put Roach’s dossier back in Johnny’s bag, a scent caught his nose. Alpha. Not one he recognized and coming from behind him. Slowly, he slipped the folder back in Johnny’s bag before rising to his full height and turning, clenching his fists as well. Seeing this unfamiliar Alpha, even though he was with Price, it still didn’t lessen the tenseness. Being still still he watched as Price approached with the man. Simon studied this stranger. He was tall, about six foot two if he had to guess. He was surprised at seeing the balaclava covering the man’s face, a cross between a half skull and a ghost face pattern on the fabric. Moving away from Johnny and Gaz’s bags, Simon met them halfway.
“Ghost.” Price nodded.
“Captain.” Simon replied.
“Keegan Russ, meet Lieutenant Riley. Call sign Ghost. Ghost, this is Sergeant Keegan Russ.” Price introduced.
Keegan snapped to attention and saluted Simon. “Pleasure to meet ya sir.”
Simon returned the salute, the name sounding somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t place where from at the moment. “You’re American.”
“Yeah.” Keegan shrugged. “My former task force disbanded and until Laswell tracked me down, been kinda bouncin’ around. Helping out where I could. She found me in Urzikstan helpin’ Farah and Alex.”
“What was your former task force?” Simon asked.
“Task Force: Stalker.” Keegan answered.
Simon was floored as realization dawned on him about why Keegan’s name sounded so familiar. “As in Sandviper? That Task Force: Stalker?”
“That was a rough day at the office for sure. That and the aftermath. With Rorke finally eliminated and Logan rescued, Merrick chose to disband the team. Can’ say I blame him.” Keegan said, sadness lacing not just his voice, but his scent as well.
“Keegan’s here for a trial run so to speak.” Price spoke up. “For at least the next few months, but I don’t see it takin’ that long for a decision. We’ll see how things go. Are Soap and Gaz almost finished?”
Simon looked over his shoulder to see Johnny and Gaz addressing the recruits. “Looks like it. Oh, there’s one that seems like a possible good fit. Kid’s fast, has skills, and marks close to Soap and Gaz’s. He seemed to impressthem both. On paper he seems a good fit.”
“Pass me his file before the end of day and I’ll look it over. Once the rooks are cut loose, grab the boys and meet us in the rec room.” Price instructed.
“Yes sir.” Simon nodded.
With a slight wave, Keegan pivoted and followed Price back towards the main building. Simon took a minute to relax. He had heard of the American task force; had heard of Keegan Russ too. Stalker was made up of survivors of Operation Sandviper. The group had ended up hunting one of their own when Captain Rorke had turned rogue and were known more commonly as Ghosts. The mess with Rorke’s hunt and elimination was known in the small circle of special forces. Hell, the last year of that mission Merrick had reached out and tried to recruit him to join them.
Simon had been a solo operator back then. He had turned the offer down, not wanting to get involved in such a logistical nightmare. When a soldier turned rogue and was hunted by their own, yeah that was a shitstorm waiting to happen. He was pulled from his thoughts as the rooks began filing past him. He didn’t miss how more than one cast curious glances at him as they passed. It was always the same. His reputation proceeding him and curiosity always warranted the looks he was currently receiving. He let out a low growl, much like an Alpha would, which had the rooks hurrying on their way.
“Easy LT.” Johnny chuckled as he stepped up beside him.
“Thought I saw Price just now.” Gaz said.
“Yeah. Seems he found a possible fifth man. Guy’s name is Russ. Sergeant Keegan Russ.” Simon replied, rolling his head to relieve some of the tension.
“Steamin’ Jesus. Only Russ I’ve ever heard of was part of team Stalker. Said he’s a helluva sniper an’ medic.” Johnny whistled.
“That’s him. Price wants us in the rec room if you two muppets are done.” Simon remarked.
“Oi! Muppets?” Gaz gaped.
“Call ‘em as I see ‘em Sergeant.” Simon smirked under his mask, causing Johnny to snicker.
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“So, any questions for me from you guys?” Keegan asked after Price had given the others a complete rundown on him.
“Curious ‘bout somethin’.” Gaz spoke up. “You could have made it out of spec ops, what made you stay in? After what you and the other Ghosts went through, I’d think you’d be done with this type of life.”
Keegan chuckled, “You would think Gaz, but I love bein’ in the military, especially spec ops. As a medic, I get to help others. That and there’s a part of me that wasn’t ready to walk away from this life. Not yet at any rate, not when I could help other task forces where and how I could. To help make sure what happened with Rorke, Sheperd, and Graves doesn’t happen again.”
Simon studied the Alpha. There was something about him that told Simon that Keegan Russ wasn’t like the average Alpha. Much like Johnny and Price. What further surprised Simon was the fact that his Omega didn’t bristle like normal when being introduced to a new Alpha other than outside when he first approached with Price. Since he had presented, he had always felt a bit leery of Alphas thanks to his father and his early years in the military. He supposed it was because of the abuse he had endured at his dad’s hands. Until he turned fifteen that is. Even after leaving home and joining the military, he still felt it.
“How are you around other Alphas?” Johnny asked next.
Keegan tilted his head as if contemplating the question. Simon glanced from Keegan to Johnny, then back to Keegan. Of all the questions he would have thought Johnny would have asked, this one didn’t even come to mind. After several long moments, Keegan finally answered.
“I’m good with Alphas, Betas, Omegas, doesn’t matter. Having said that, if I’m challenged, I won’t back down if the cause is a valid one.” Keegan shrugged.
Simon’s brows furrowed, “A valid reason?”
“Yeah. Example, Price gives an order, and I question it or disregard his order, and he challenges me for it. Unless it’s putting the team or an innocent by-standard at a severe risk I would back down, nor would I disregard an order. I’ve learned over the years to trust my gut and trust my Alpha. Some jackass Alpha wants to challenge for posturing sake—yeah not engaging. Unless they attack first, then I’m squashing that shit fast. Been there, done that. I will challenge if I’m protecting an innocent or one of the team. Other than that, I’m pretty laid back.” Keegan explained.
“How did you manage that?” Simon asked, genuinely curious not knowing much about Alphas in that regard.
Keegan’s ice blue eyes met his. Simon fought the urge to shift and met the intense stare head on. Something passed between them and Simon’s Omega actually calmed even more. Sensing safety around Keegan. Not like it did around Johnny or even Price. More like his Omega saw something in this new Alpha. A kindred spirit of some kind. How, Simon had no clue and would investigate later.
“Wasn’t easy. My first enlistment was an exercise in control. You know how it is LT. A bunch of Alphas in one place. Had my share of stupid fights, but I was never the one to start them, just finished them. After one bad fight where I sent the other Alpha to medical, my CO, another Alpha, pulled me into his office.
“Long story short, he helped me to not just channel my Alpha but to work WITH my Alpha. Wasn’t an overnight transformation or anything, but over time me and my Alpha have become one in the same so to speak. If I ever let my Alpha take full control, let’s just say it’s not a pretty sight.” Keegan explained.
In the chair next to him, he sensed Johnny shifting. Glancing from Keegan to Price, he studied his Captain. Price looked anything but worried, in fact he looked quite calm, and a tad pleased with Keegan’s response. Simon finally glanced at Johnny. Johnny had gone from lounging relaxed and casual in the chair to a slightly tense posture. Both feet planted on the floor, elbows resting on his knees, and the Scot was staring at Keegan who was meeting said stare head on.
“Ya sayin’ ya go full feral.” Johnny stated, something in his tone that Simon hadn’t heard before. A mixture of curiosity and protectiveness.
“I guess. Only happened once and that was during Sandviper. I was with Ajax and Grim when it all went to hell. Ajax got hit, wasn’t too bad luckily. I got the three of us to some cover, patched him up but the fuckers kept coming. Somewhere in the melee Grim got separated. Records list him a KIA. Only thing that was found was a ton of blood and his tags. After seeing probably, the tenth member of our group get cut down, my Alpha decided enough was enough.
“Ajax told me later that I was pretty scary. Said I was ripping the enemy apart with my bare hands, teeth, knives. I still don’t remember what happened during that moment. If Ajax hadn’t told me, I probably never would have known. I remember feeling this—rage just fill me and take over. The next I recall is half carrying, half dragging Ajax and myself out of that sandpit and both of us were covered in blood and sand. Was exhausted and all but passed out once we got to safety.” Keegan sighed.
Johnny nodded, “Aye, tha’s wha’ it’s like for mos’. Ya dinnae remember wha’ happened righ’ after, if at all. Went feral meself twice an’ dinnae care fer it. Firs’ time wasn’t even in tha military yet. Some hurdie—”
“What?” Keegan blurted out in confusion.
“English MacTavish.” Simon sighed.
“Sorry, some asshole, tried ta attack my mam while she and I were out runnin’ errands in Glasgow. I was ‘bout sixteen or so. The streets were empty an’ I was a bit ahead havin’ been lookin’ in a shop window. I remembered hearin’ mam scream behind me, I turned an’ saw this fucker with a knife at mam’s throat, then everythin’ wen’ red. I lost it. Next I remember, I’m in a hospital with da sittin’ beside me. He tol’ me I damned near ripped tha other man, another Alpha, ta pieces an’ would’ve if the police hadn’t shown up an’ managed ta subdue me. Passed out after.” Johnny finished.
“Jesus Tav. You never told me that.” Gaz breathed.
“No’ my proudest moment. Only Price ken before today. Only thing tha kept me from bein’ arrested was the police saw the bastard attackin’ mam jus’ before I got there as they ha’ jus’ rounded tha corner. I was too focused on mam tha’ I missed ‘em. Sadly, after a few days, I remembered the incident.” Johnny shrugged then turned to look Keegan in the eye. “Russ, I’m tellin’ ya now, if ya hurt any of my team I willnae hesitated to protect them. I dinnae ken ya outside of yer reputation, bu’ Price brough’ ya here an’ he must trust ya to a point if he did.” Johnny’s voice was low and all business, border lining an Alpha tone.
Simon was enthralled at Johnny’s tale. Like Gaz, he knew nothing about this. Yet his Omega however was all but panting. ‘Such a good Alpha. Would be the perfect protector.’ That startled Simon. ‘Fuckin’ hell, what am I thinking? He’s not OUR Alpha. He doesn’t even know I’m an Omega.’
Keegan broke the tense silence. “Soap, I get it. This team is pa—I mean like family to you. The last thing I want is to hurt them. You have my word, if I ever do hurt any of them, current and future members, you and Price are clearedto put me down.”
Simon knew what Keegan had almost let slip. Pack. That one word was something he felt would never include him. A word that most task forces worked to achieve. Yet, in the last two almost three years since Johnny had joined 141 Simon could almost feel the beginnings of pack forming. He wondered if Price felt it too. Would Simon be lucky enough to have that? To be that included? A pack. A place where he would possibly be free to be himself outside of the field.
“Then I think we’ll get on jus’ fine—Keegan.” Johnny’s voice punctured Simon’s thoughts, his easy going smile back on his handsome face.
Keegan nodded returning the smile, “I believe so too—John.”
Price huffed in amusement at the two Alphas. “Is there anything else you need while we’re all here, Keegan?”
“When your schedules allow, I would like to meet with each of you individually. As the team’s medic, I would like to become familiar with each of you on that front outside of what your medical records say. I take great pride in making any treatment I have to administer on the field and off as comfortable as I can. Realistically, I get that’s not always possible but makes my job easier to treat ya if I know your quirks and such. I can leave a time sheet here or on my door if that will be easier for you.” Keegan said.
“Leave the sheet with me Russ and I’ll handle it.” Price replied.
“Just so everyone’s aware, I have additional training in psychology and will also be asking questions on that front as well. Nothing too invasive, but what most medics don’t know or forget is that a patient’s mental status can be just as important to treatment as their physical status.” Keegan added.
This had Simon struggling not to shift in his seat. He hated the yearly visits to psych. “This mean you could do the yearly evals? In theory if you joined us fully?”
Keegan looked at Simon again. “If you all agree to it, I could see about getting the clearance to do that, yes. I have the qualifications for it, I would just need a unanimous agreement and for Price, Laswell, and any other higher up who have a say to sign off. I did the psych stuff for Stalker and here and there since then.”
“We’ll see how the next few months or so go before we go there seein’ as we have nearly six months before that rolls around again. If there’s nothing more, I’ll show you to your office and room. See the rest of you muppets at dinner.” Price instructed.
A series of goodbyes and nice to meet yous were exchanged before Gaz bid Simon and Johnny bye and left. It was now just Simon and Johnny in the rec room. Johnny groaned as he stood and stretched his arms over his head. Simon fought not to ogle the Alpha. He pushed himself up and moved to the counter to fix himself a cup of tea.
“Johnny, can you leave Sanderson’s file? Price wants to take a look at it.” Simon said.
“Sure thing LT.” Johnny replied. After a few seconds, Johnny pulled the file out and moved to Simon. “Here it is. Think Price migh’ make the kid an offer?”
“Hard to say, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” Simon shrugged.
Simon finished making his tea, feeling happy and content at the presence of Johnny just being near him; a feeling he felt more and more since they became battle buddies after the mess with Hassan. Suddenly, Simon stiffened when he heard Johnny sniffing the air. A confused sound escaping the Alpha. It would have a been described as a whine or whimper had he been an Omega as Alpha’s didn’t whine. Trying to stay calm, Simon turned his head and glanced at his battle buddy and lifting a brow.
“Problem there Johnny?” Simon asked, his voice surprisingly calm even if he felt anything but calm.
“Weird more like. Jus’ caught a faint smell of—somethin’ sweet and floral almos’. Lik’ lavender an’ I dinnae ken, honey. Like—” Johnny frowned, sniffing the air again.
“Like what Johnny? You’re not making sense.” Simon pushed, but having a pretty good idea what he might have smelled.
“Dinnae smell it anymore. If I had ta guess I’d say ‘twas a happy or relaxed Omega, but there’s no Omega here. Jus’ us.” Johnny answered.
“Hmm, that is weird.” Simon commented, picking up his cup and the file. “Grab a nap, Johnny. Think you might have pushed it too hard today.”
“Think I migh’ Si. That’s the second time since we go’ back ‘ve though’ I smelled tha’ scent. See ya at dinner.” Johnny nodded, patting Simon’s shoulder.
Simon stood there frozen to the spot. The second time? After Price’s comment about catching a hint of Simon’s distress, Simon had gone to medical and gotten fresh patches. No one asked why, merely handed them over and that was that. What was happening? First his Omega bleeding through the patches, that damned nightmare the other night, having the wayward thought about how good a protector Johnny would be, now this? Something was going on with his Omega, and that was leaving Simon worried. Where or who could he go to about this without the others finding out. Without JOHNNY finding out.
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Simon sat outside after dinner as the sun began setting. Since that afternoon’s introduction of Keegan and Johnny’s comment about smelling an Omega in the rec room, Simon’s mind had been so muddled. He had been quiet during dinner. When Johnny had commented on it, Simon played it off as having a slight headache from paperwork. He hadn’t missed the questioning look from Price. He had just shook his head, signaling to the Alpha he wasn’t ready to talk about it. Price didn’t push and the others didn’t notice.
Simon’s phone ringing broke through his thoughts. “Riley.
“Hey Simon.”
“Hey Tommy. To what do I owe the pleasure? You rarely call in the middle of the week.” Simon inquired.
“Can’t a little brother call his big brother?” Tommy countered.
“Is something wrong Tommy?” Simon asked, worry nipping at him.
“No, no. It’s just—I didn’t know who else to tell. Simon, I know you and I have never been, well, close, but I’dlike to think the last few years we’ve made progress there. Right?”
“I agree, we have.”
“Well, see, I—I met someone.”
Simon felt the worry fade and a genuine happiness replace it. Enough that a quiet happy chirp escaped him. He heard Tommy chuckle. “Yeah? That’s great Tommy. Tell me about her. Or him?”
Tommy laughed, “HER name is Beth, you’re the one into men. Anyway. She’s an Omega, about a year and a half younger than me. She’s a social worker. Her specialty is working with pups in the system. Orphans, wards of the state, that sort of thing. Simon, she’s—she’s amazing. Kind, smart, sassy as hell—”
“Pretty?” Simon smirked.
“Beautiful! She’s got the most beautiful hazel eyes, and the most gorgeous brown hair that has hints of red when the sun or light catch it just right. She’s just, well, amazing.” Tommy answered, a wistful sigh in his voice.
“She sounds like something special Tommy. I’m happy for you. I mean that.” Simon said. “How long you two been seein’ each other?”
“About six months now. Beth is so easy to talk to. No pressure or anythin’. She’s even got me to open up about—about what it was like with our parents. Has been helping me come to terms with how you and I were treated. Simon, I’m so sorry I never stood up for you back then. That I let our parents treat you that way.” Tommy replied.
Simon let out a soft sound, “Tommy, you were a pup back then yourself. You didn’t know just what an asshole he was, what they both were. I don’t blame you and there’s nothing to apologize for. I also don’t blame ya for not reaching out after I left. I wasn’t in the right headspace to have really listened. When you did though, after that first conversation, I was happy that we were starting to build something. I was in a better place then, and in an even better place now.”
“Not gonna lie, I was scared to death when I finally got the balls to call ya. Especially when your Captain all but gave me the third degree when I asked for your number. Was sure the Alpha wasn’t gonna give it to me. Beth believes that I was meant to call ya when I did. That it was the right time. She thinks that if I had tried before then, you might have been leery about believing me when I said I wanted to get to know ya. Really get to know ya.” Tommy sighed.
“I like her already. I’m not the same Omega I was when I left. As for Price grillin’ you, there’s a good reason. He is a bit protective of me. He’s helped me a lot and is more a father figure than ours ever was. He’s also the only one on my team that knows I’m an Omega.” Simon explained.
“Wait, what?” Tommy exclaimed.
Simon sighed, “Tommy, since I joined up, I’ve watched how Omegas have been treated. Saw first-hand how Alpha higher ups like our old man kept Omegas down, still see how Omegas still are. After how he treated me, I promised myself I would never let another Alpha do that to me. I’ve fought hard to protect myself in that regard. To most, I’m just another Alpha officer. Price was the first Alpha I ever REALLY trusted and he’s more than earned it. As for the rest of my team—I—I’m scared to tell Gaz and Johnny. Scared that the trust and companionship we have will be shattered if I tell them the truth. For nearly three years I’ve kept it from them. Price seems to think I’m off my rocker for not tellin’ them.”
Tommy was silent for a few moments, “Do they treat other Omegas like they’re beneath them? Like Omegas are only good for one thing?”
“No. Gaz is a Beta and Johnny is an Alpha, but he doesn’t act like most Alphas. He’s the second Alpha I fully trust. Neither seem to care about someone’s secondary gender and treat everyone as equals.” Simon answered.
“Then I doubt you’d have to worry, they sound like good men. If you do come clean, make sure they understand what or rather WHO made you believe you had to hide that side of you. I have to say, I’m proud of you big brother. Despite our sorry excuse for parents, you’ve become one helluva man and Omega. I’m proud that you didn’t let them destroy that part of you and you’ve managed to fully embrace it.” Tommy said, pride evident in his tone.
“Thank you, Tommy. You have no idea how much that means. To know that given how I left, that you and I still managed to reconnect and are building the relationship I always wanted. When you were born, all I wanted was to be the best big brother I could. To be there for you.” Simon swallowed roughly, his emotions swelling.
“Might have taken a while, but you are. Since we reconnected Simon, you’ve been nothin’ but encouraging to me. Supporting in your own way. Telling me I would succeed when I told you I was going to nursing school. Now, because of your encouragement I’m a full RN and next year, starting courses to become a Nurse Practitioner. Between you and now Beth, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do. I love you, Simon.” Tommy replied.
“I love you too, Tommy. I had better go, it’s getting dark, and morning comes way too fuckin’ early. I hope soon I’ll get to meet Beth.” Simon smiled.
“I hope so too. I can talk to her and maybe we can work something out. If you can’t get time off to come here, maybe we can make the trip to you. I’m still livin’ in London, so you’re only a few hours away. Just let me know.”Tommy suggested.
“Okay, talk to Beth and we’ll come up with something. Good night, Tommy.” Simon agreed.
“Good night, Simon.” Tommy echoed.
Simon ended the call and with a soft smile, got to his feet and headed for his room. His Omega and heart feeling lighter than it had in years. Finally, he and his brother were on an even keel and their relationship growing steadily stronger. That night, laying in his nest, he drifted off to sleep and dreamt of meeting the Omega that seemed to have caught the attention and possibly the heart of his little brother. Hoping for a happy future for them.
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Simon sat on the small sofa in Keegan’s office. As he waited for the medic, he looked around the half-unpacked office. At present, he didn’t have a real sense of the Alpha other than the faint hint of his smell and from the meet and greet with the others when he first arrived. Keegan’s scent was pleasant, like Price’s. Keegan’s scent smelled like a campfire in the woods, with a hint of gunpowder. It was different than Johnny’s scent. Johnny smelled incredible to Simon. Fresh rain over green hills. Like home. Price smelled like cigar tobacco and well-aged whiskey with a hint of cedar which Simon found calming. With Gaz being a Beta, Gaz smelled like a clear summer morning, at least to Simon. Nothing strong or really distinct, just soothing, like everything else about the Beta. Something else Simon had learned over the years was that since Betas were neutral, their scent tended to be subjective to Alphas and Omega. A scent that was calming to that Alpha or Omega.
The sound of the door opening pulled Simon from his musings. “Sorry ‘bout the wait Riley. Damned head of medical felt the need to make me answer every question three times.”
Simon shivered a little at the mention of the Alpha in charge of medical on base. “Yeah, not too fond of Mitchel myself. Only had him patch me up once and that was once too many.”
Keegan paused and looked at him, brows furrowing. “What do you mean?” Simon’s head snapped up, body tense. Keegan raised both hands in a surrender motion seeing his reaction. “Riley, it’s alright. No pressure. You say you don’t want Mitchel treatin’ ya and I’ll see to it that he doesn’t. I can see this is a tense subject, so I won’t push.”
Simon didn’t know what to say to that. His fists clenched on his knees, memories of the only time he had been alone with Mitchel starting creeping in. His eyes closed as he took a slow breath in and then out, shoving those memories away. The room was suddenly being filled subtly with Keegan’s scent. Calmsafecalm. Simon’s eyes opened and found Keegan sitting behind his desk with a calm expression on his face and fingers laced atop the desk. Not pushing anything, just waiting for Simon to decide his next move.
“I—I don’t know what to—say or where to begin.” Simon sighed.
“Riley, you can tell me whatever ya want to. The purpose of this meeting with you, with the others this week, is to start building some level of trust. I’m gonna be y’all’s medic. You four need to know you can trust me to do my job, to keep you alive and bring you all home to the best of my ability. That’s all. Also know that anything said to me, especially in the privacy of this office, will be kept in confidence unless it appears to be hurtful to you guys or others. Medically, I need to know the basics. Allergies, past injuries, new ones, persistent aches and pains, current meds, nothing more if that’s all you want to disclose for now.” Keegan said gently.
Taking a breath, Simon started the task of listing off his medical history. A history he knew damn well. Probably better than medical did. As he listed off past injuries, aches, pains, allergies, meds, he studied Keegan. Keegan was writing everything down and not interrupting. Hell, the Alpha showed no reaction to his numerous injuries over the years. No, Keegan Russ was an efficient medic, which Simon could appreciate.
“Guess you’d want to know my secondary gender now, I suppose?” Simon asked.
Keegan gave a half smile looking up from the file in front of him, “Would be helpful yes, especially since you mentioned you have the birth control implant. Yeah, I was given 141 med files and it’s there, except—”
“Except mine’s mostly redacted.” Simon interrupted.
“Exactly.” Keegan nodded. “Hell, about 90% of your file, medical and service jacket, seems to be redacted. I remember when Merrick tried to recruit you and boy how he bitched about that. Haven’t heard the man use that colorful of language since Rorke turned.”
Simon chuckled, “I bet. Until Price formed 141, I was a solo operator. Was used to it being just me. Saw and did some shit that the higher ups would much rather not see the light of day if you get me.”
“I do. Sadly. That tie into the tons of black spilling over into your med charts?” Keegan inquired.
“A bit yeah.” Simon nodded.
“Does anyone know for sure what you are? I get Alpha vibes, but yet not quite.”
“Price knows. And I guess—you should too as I have questions and hoping you might be able to help anyway.” Simon paused, meeting Keegan’s stare.
“I’ll help however I can and if I don’t have the answer I’ll sure as hell try to find one.” Keegan assured him.
Taking a fortifying breath, Simon squared his shoulders. “I presented as an Omega when I was thirteen.”
“Thirteen? A bit young, as most don’t present until about fifteen or sixteen if not older.”
“So, I’ve gathered. Had my first heat a year later at fourteen. It wasn’t—enjoyable to say the least.”
“The first heat or rut is a bitch no matter the age.”
Here’s where Simon tensed again. “No, Keegan, you don’t get it. My dad was furious with my secondary gender. Beat the shit out of me when he found out I was an Omega. I was so sure he was gonna kill me that night I first presented. When my first heat hit, he threw me in the basement. Had a bare mattress, barely enough food and water for a week, and a damned bucket as a toilet. I was alone through it all. I honestly think he hoped I’d die of from the fever haze or run through my water and die of dehydration. Honestly not sure how I did survive the fever, but I did. No, that’snot right I know how I survived. My Omega saved me.”
Simon’s nostrils flared and a concerned whine slipped out when the acrid scent of a very pissed off Alpha filled the office. Keegan’s eyes were wide and burning with cold anger. “He. Did. What?”
“Keegan, it was a long time ago and I put a stop to the beatings when I was fifteen. Mum was a Beta and did nothing to stop him. My little brother, Tommy, was an Alpha and after I defended myself when dad tried again to beat me at fifteen, he gave me a very wide berth. They all did. I left and joined up at seventeen.” Simon explained, keeping voice low and calm since the patches wouldn’t allow him to spread his scent to counter Keegan’s, hoping to calm Keegan with his voice alone.
“Sorry, sorry. I get so pissed off when I hear stories of Omega’s being treated like subpar humans because of some asshole Alpha who thinks they’re superior.” Keegan apologized, the room once more filling with the soothing scent of a campfire in the woods.
“Anyway, only Price knows. After my childhood I did everything, I could to protect myself from other Alphas like my dad. Made myself stronger, helped when I got bigger as well from the training before I ever joined the military and growth spike.”
“You pretended to be an Alpha once you got in?”
“Yes and no. Around others I would act like all the other Alphas. I didn’t intend to, but since others just assumed I was one I kinda ran with it. My overall size helped with the act, along with a talent I have it seems for imitating Alpha sounds, especially the growling, even if it’s murder on my throat. I wear scent patches, sequester myself during my heats either in my room or book one of the off-base heat flats if I felt too overwhelmed to be on base. Worked too, till I joined 141. Took it upon myself to tell Price, same as I’m telling you. He’s my Captain, our leader. You’re our medic and need to know in case anything goes south.”
“I get it, believe me. Abusive childhoods cause more damage than people realize. Doesn’t matter if you’re an Alpha, Beta, or Omega. That kind of emotional and physical abuse leaves marks even years after. It’s how the person copes with it after that makes the difference. That’s the reason I became a medic. Had enough of being knocked around as a kid myself that I promised I would not be the type of Alpha my father was.”
That explained the sense of understanding Simon and his Omega had felt the day Keegan arrived. Their Alpha and Omega seemed to recognize a shared past of abuse by shitty Alpha fathers. Simon relaxed a little more yet bracing himself for the next part. He took a breath in and released it slowly, but it was a few more seconds before he looked back up at Keegan.
“You asked about Mitchel. I had been on a solo recon mission, maybe a month or two after we first got stationedhere, so about a year and a half ago now. Intel was wrong and there were nearly double the enemies there than intel seemed to report and I had no choice but to engage. Missed one and he caught me with a lucky shot to the leg, the fucker. I dropped him right after. Bullet was just deep enough I couldn’t pull it out on my own with my med kit. Bandaged it as best as I could on a damned helo and limped into medical as soon as I landed instead of goin’ to Price first like I normally would have done. Mitchel was the only one there as it was damned near midnight. Guess it was his turn for night duty or something.
“Anyway, until that night I’d never had an issue with him. Rarely saw him except in passing to be honest. Told me to pull my tac pants down. Did it without a second thought. The hit was pretty high up my thigh, so it made sense. He was professional and then he wasn’t. Dug the bullet out, stitched me up. He wasn’t professional anymore as he was bandaging my leg. Alphas aren’t the only one who can get—excited from adrenaline, by the way. He noticed I was slicking up a little as the adrenaline started coming down. Fucker thought he’d cop a feel of the Omega pretending to be an Alpha.”
Simon paused, then before Keegan could say anything, Simon continued. His thinking, he’d already started might as well finish it. “I was sitting on the bed as he was finishing with the bandage. I stiffened when I suddenly felt his hand moving higher. Above the bandage. Then I felt him slide a finger against my boxers.”
Keegan growled, “Jesus. What did you do?”
“I whined in distress as I shoved him on his ass. Yanked my pants up as I slid off the bed and may or may not have stepped on his hand on my way for the door. Pretty sure I heard a crack of something breaking and got the hell out of there. Went straight to Price.” Simon said.
“And Price let him live?” Keegan gaped.
“Oh, from what Price told me it was a sheer miracle that he didn’t rip Mitchel to shreds. Price seemed pleased though when he informed me, I apparently broke the asshole’s ring and pinkie fingers. Mitchel’s got enough friends in high places, friends who don’t like Price which is why he’s still here. Was barely able to secure Mitchel’s silence on me being an Omega. I think Laswell had a hand there, which means either she knows too or suspects at the very least. Fuck knows what she threatened him with if he talked. The stipulation, Mitchel is never allowed to treat me again. Ever. He’salso not allowed to be alone with me in ANY capacity. Think that’s why Price was thrilled you came along. Might also explain why Mitchel gave you the third degree. You will have access to me, and he doesn’t.” Simon answered.
“I promise Riley, you and the rest of 141 will NOT be alone with him as long as I’m here. I’ll make sure of that. If any of you need an actual doctor and only Mitchel is available, I’ll personally get one here to handle things if it’ssomething I can’t figure out.” Keegan growled.
Simon’s Omega fully relaxed at the protectiveness that Keegan was displaying. It calmed him knowing that as long as Keegan was with them, Mitchel would no longer be an issue for him or anyone else in 141. Though he had no idea if Mitchel had tried anything like what he tried with Simon to the others or any other Omega on base. Which brought Simon’s mind back to the other topic Simon needed to discuss with Keegan. The main reason he revealed his secondary gender to a man, an Alpha he had only know by reputation. He gave the medic a few moments to calm down then spoke again.
“Keegan, I chose to tell you about me being an Omega, because I think something’s—off.” Simon began.
“Off? Off how?” Keegan asked, arching an eyebrow.
Simon quickly and tactfully explained how three times now his scent had, at least a little bit, seeped through the patches despite them being the strongest patches medical had. “I did what Price said and got fresh patches. But the day you arrived after everyone left the rec room it was just me and Johnny—I mean Soap.” Cursing himself for his slip, though he didn’t know why. Knowing soon enough, Keegan would hear him call Soap, Johnny on the regular. He continued on, not bothering to worry about that detail right now when he needed answers.
“I was making a cuppa and asked him for the file on that rook I mentioned to Price when he brought you to introduce us. He got it then started sniffing the air after handing it to me. He said he smelled what appeared to be ahappy or relaxed Omega, but it was just him and I. He also said it was faint and after only maybe a minute he wasn’tsmelling it anymore. Said it was the second time he’d smelled it.”
“I’m guessing he caught your scent.” Keegan remarked.
“Yeah. Like I said, only you and Price know and out of you two, only Price has smelled my scent without blockers or patches. There are times I think Gaz suspects but bless that Beta, he doesn’t say anything. And as I mentioned, because of what happened with Mitchel I’m pretty sure Laswell knows or suspects.” Simon nodded.
“Price told me you and John are battle buddies. Go on a lot of missions together.” Keegan said.
“Ever since the mission where Sheperd and Graves betrayed us, we just—well kinda fell in together. We work good together.” Simon shrugged.
“He’s important to you isn’t he Riley?” Keegan asked softly.
Simon was glad for his mask as he could feel his cheeks heating up. He looked away but nodded. When he looked up again, he found Keegan watching him with a gentle smile and a knowing look in his blue eyes. Simon let out a huff and fought to not squirm under the look. He watched Keegan lean forward resting his arms on the desk.
“Let’s go back to the first time you were informed of the patches failing. You said you were with Price and that he could smell distress in your scent. May I ask what you two were discussing?” Keegan was right back to all business.
“We were discussing why I still hide I’m an Omega.” Simon answered, which was true.
“Why have you? After all this time, you’d think your record would speak for itself.” Keegan pointed out in slight confusion.
“I just don’t want some asshole higher up who believes like my dad and other bigoted Alphas, that I didn’t earn everything in my military career. Thinkin’ I got my rank, my accomplishments on my back or my knees. I fought my way through basic, selection, and busted my ass as an operator despite being an Omega. Price and I have both witnessed it. Seeing Omegas being kept down or passed over for promotions or spots on teams. Told Price how I was worried about everything I’ve built being stripped away. And—of how Gaz and Johnny would react. They trust me and I don’t want to break that trust because of what my dad did to me or how others have tried to do what Mitchel did even if they didn’t know I was an Omega.” Simon explained.
“Hold on, back up. You mean Mitchel wasn’t the first to—”
“No, he wasn’t. Mitchel learned I was an Omega by accident. There have been other Alphas who tried things like scruffing me or one or two tried what Mitchel did after learning I’m into men but not because I was an Omega. Dropped them all, but—”
“Riley, it doesn’t God damned MATTER if you dropped them or not. It should NEVER have happened regardless of you presentation or sexual preference. As for Gaz and John, neither strike me as the type to care one damned way or the other. You’re their Lieutenant and teammate. John is your battle buddy for fuck’s sake.”
“I’ve lied to them Keegan, for going on three years. You’re telling me that wouldn’t sting?”
“From the read I’ve got from those two, no I don’t.” Keegan suddenly frowned. “Riley, just how in touch with your Omega are you?”
Simon reached up and started rubbing the back of his neck. “In touch enough. I’m not embarrassed to be an Omega, never have been. After I presented and dad beat the shit out of me and following that first heat, I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t let that side of me shrivel up and die like others in my position then have done. In private, I let myself embrace my Omega fully. Hell, I keep a permanent nest for fuck’s sake.”
“You mentioned your mom was a Beta and that she did nothing to help you against your father. If so, someone must have—” Keegan started, but Simon interrupted.
“There was no one, only family I have are my parents and my brother. Haven’t spoken to my parents since I left. Me and Tommy reconnected after I joined 141 and are now building a real relationship. I taught myself to be an Omega. Sure, I talked to people, did my own research. Actual studies, not the bullshit ones. Talked to other Omegas through online forums and such as a teenager, read research papers, but no one SHOWED me anything.” Simon said, not missing the slight pain in his voice at admitting that.
“So, you nurtured your Omega yourself.” Keegan stated in surprise.
“Pretty much. Sure, I get there’s probably a shit ton more that I don’t know, things that are taught from one Omega to another and whatnot, but I did what I could, given my situation. Have done what I needed to, so I was never hurt the way my father hurt me again. The way others tried to hurt me.” Simon acknowledged.
“Riley, would you allow me to reach out to a friend of mine. She’s an Omega, actually she’s Merrick’s mate and specializes in working with orphaned Omegas or Omegas that grew up in households like you and me. As an Alpha, there’s only so much I know and most of that is from a medical standpoint or things she’s taught me during my time with Stalker. With your permission, I would like to ask her if she’s ever heard of this, the patches failing I mean. In any other Omega who were nurtured properly during their formative years, I would say it could be an adverse reaction of some kind to the patches, but from what you’ve told me that doesn’t sound right. Especially seein’ as you’ve been wearing the patches for what, over a decade now at least with no issues.” Keegan inquired.
“At least a decade yeah. This Omega, is she trustworthy?” Simon questioned.
Keegan huffed out a laugh, “Cassandra Merrick is the most trustworthy person I know. If I tell her it’s in confidence and not to be repeated, that woman will take it to her grave. At any given point me and the other Ghosts have gone to her for something we didn’t want anyone else to know or for advice.”
Simon nibbled his lower lip as he thought about it. “Alright. I’m trusting you with this Keegan. My Omega is saying I can trust you.”
Keegan’s back straightened, but not in a way that said he was insulted. More like one of that said he understood how big a thing this was for Simon to admit. “I know. Look, I won’t tell Cassie your name, just that you’re a male Omega I’m working with now. She doesn’t even know I’m here or considering staying with the 141 if the rest of you want me to. I’ll only tell her that you were abused by an overbearing Alpha father, sounds like all but ignored by an absentee Beta mother, and were basically forced to nurture yourself because of it. That you only take suppressants when on missions when you have to and that you use the patches to protect yourself due to past incidents. That’s all she really needs to know about your past and current medical history. I’ll also mention you’re beginning to have issues with patches and them failing at least three times you’ve been made aware of, even if only slightly.”
“Alright. Like I said, I know there’s a lot more about being Omegan I don’t know, but I want to. I’d be grateful for whatever kind of help you can offer there.” Simon breathed out in relief that maybe, just maybe he would have some kind of answers.
“Then this evening I’ll reach out to Cassie and once I have something informative and definitive I’ll let you know. As for the patches, have you tried using scent blocker pills?” Keegan replied.
“Yeah, and they don’t do shit but leave me feeling tired and just overall off. Motor skills sluggish, tired, and sometimes headaches that borderline migraine level.”
“Okay so no go there. You’ve told me your medical history and said you have the implant as your birth control, having just replaced it this year and have regular heats. I’m also assuming the implant is for an Omega and probably part of the redacted parts of your med record.” Simon nodded. Keegan continued. “On that front, I’ll personally see to future implant replacements as long as I’m the medic with 141. I doubt the implant would be the cause, but if this continues or gets worse, I may want to run a full blood panel just to be safe. We’re not there yet though.”
“Understood. Anything else?”
“Not at the moment. Like I said, I’ll reach out to Cassie this evening and will get back to you once I have more. Sound good?”
Simon pushed off the sofa to stand. “Sounds good. If it gets worse or anything else happens, I’ll let ya know.”
Keegan stood as well and round his desk, offering his hand. Simon took it. “Please do. As I told the others, my door is always open for you.”
“Thanks. For not judging or anything.” Simon said.
“Not my style.” Keegan shrugged. “Also, maybe keep a small journal. You said you were told by Price and John they smelled your scent three times, even though John doesn’t know it was you. See if you can come up with a common denominator between those cases. It could be a feeling, a smell, hell even a person.”
Simon let out a contemplative chirp which he saw had Keegan smiling. “Hmm, could be. Okay, I will.”
“Good. I’ll see ya at dinner then.” Keegan nodded.
“See you.” Simon echoed before leaving the office.
On his way to check in on the rooks, Simon swung by his own office and snagged one of the empty field journals. With the journal tucked into one of his pockets, Simon passed Price’s office when the Alpha called out to him. Backing up, Simon entered the office seeing Price with an open dossier in front of him.
“What’s goin’ Price?” Simon asked.
“Was just reading over that file ya gave me last week. On paper, the kid seems to check all the boxes for what I’m lookin’ for.” Price answered.
“He does. Was about to head out and see how he and the other rooks are doin’.” Simon nodded.
“Mind if I tag along? Think I’d like to see him for myself.” Price replied, standing up.
Simon nodded. They left Price’s office and headed outside where Johnny and Gaz were running the rooks through one of the obstacle courses they used for training. “Talked to Keegan. Even brought up what happened in your office with the patches.”
“You mean you voluntarily offered information about yourself?” Price teased lightly.
“Respectfully sir, fuck off.” Simon chuckled, causing Price to huff in laughter. “I can’ explain it Price, but my Omega was tellin’ me I could trust him. Even told him what happened with Mitchel and only because he was late cause the asshole felt the need to grill Keegan. Felt he needed to know why.”
“Wish I could string Mitchel up by his fuckin’ knot. Still unnerves me that he’s here. Laswell said she’s been keeping an eye on him and after that night he’s been the picture of professionalism. Which means he stays.” Price grumbled.
“Keegan was right pissed after I told him. He promised me and the rest of the team would not be alone with Mitchel in any way and if we needed a doc, he would personally get one if Mitchel was the only option and Keegan couldn’t figure things out himself.” Simon said.
“Good man, Keegan is. Not gonna lie Simon, I hope he stays.” Price replied.
“Me too.” Simon agreed as they neared the course.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
It had been a month since Keegan was brought on by Price. In that time, he had officially joined, which surprised none of them. Another change was the rook, Roach, also joining them. Not quite a week after Simon mentioned him, Price had joined him and observed the Omega. Like Johnny, Gaz, and Simon, Price had been impressed with him. A week later, Simon joined Price, and an official offer was made. Roach had enthusiastically accepted. The last three weeks had been not only getting Roach caught up on the day-to-day running’s of 141, the subsequentpromotion from Corporal to Sergeant, but finishing the observations the other recruits. None of the others seemed to amount to much in Simon’s opinion. Apparently, the others of 141 thought so too as the rooks would be moving on soon. Becoming someone else’s headache.
Simon was heading to the mess for dinner after an arduous day of going blind on paperwork. He had just rounded the corner when he was hit with the smell of a very pissed off and distressed Omega. Looking further down the corridor he found Roach surrounded by three males that Simon vaguely recognized as some of the recruits that had come in with Roach. All three were posturing and radiating Alpha with a capital A.
“Pathetic Omega. Who did you bend over for to get on 141? Huh?” the largest of the trio hissed.
“Back the fuck off.” Roach shot back, his voice not wavering in the slightest, taking on a defensive stance.
“What are you gonna do Omega? You think you can take us? A weak Omega like you is only good for one thing and that’s to warm an Alpha’s knot.” The Alpha growled, as his companions laughed, taking a step closer towards Roach.
Simon felt his temper flair and in five large steps he was between the three and Roach, effectively shielding him. “There a problem here you shitheads?”
“No problem, Lieutenant. Just a friendly—chat with a fellow recruit.”
“What’s your name rook?” Simon demanded.
“Corporal Young sir.” Young replied, trying to appear more important than he actually was.
“What about you two?” Simon threw at the others, never taking his eyes off Young, pegging him as the ringleader of the trio.
“Corporal Gillis.”
“Corporal Nelson.”
Simon saw the glint in Young’s eyes. The challenge in them. Simon’s fists clenched but he didn’t look away. “You challenging me—Corporal?”
“Why are you defending that—weak excuse of a soldier sir? Omegas have no place in the military, let alone with a unit like the 141. Unless it’s as a pet for the rest of you.” Young shrugged, a twisted smile on his face as if he expected Simon to find it funny.
“That Omega,” Simon growled, anything but amused, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards Roach and wrapping a hand around Young’s throat pinning him to the wall with two steps, “has proven himself as a valued member of MY team. All you and your lap dogs here have proven is that you’re nothing but bigoted bullies who can’thandle being out classed and out shown by Sergeant Sanderson. That’s why HE’s on my team, been promoted, and you three will be taken before Captain Price to be kicked out of this program. Now, about face and march.”
“Wh—what? We didn’t—” Nelson started to protest.
“I said NOW!” Simon ordered, finally releasing Young. The three snapped to attention, pivoted, and started towards Price’s office. Simon turned and faced Roach, willing himself to calm down. “You alright Roach?”
“Yeah, thank you sir.” Roach nodded, the tension fading from him.
“You’re welcome. I know you don’t want to face them after what I just walked up on, but I’ll need you to come with me and fill things in for Price. I can promise, you’re not in trouble, but he needs to hear your side and not just take my word for this. Copy?” Simon said gently.
Roach took a fortifying breath, “Copy LT.”
“Good man. Let’s go then.” Simon nodded.
Simon and Roach fell in step and quickly caught up with the three Alphas. Outside Price’s office, Simon and Roach stepped to the forefront, and Simon knocked. After hearing Price call for them to enter, he opened the door and with a jerk of his head, signaled for Young, Gillis, and Nelson to enter first. Roach was next, with Simon bringing up the rear and closing the door behind him. Not missing how tense and nervous the three Corporals were. Good, they should be.
Simon wasted no time in filling Price in on what he had walked up on. He then signaled for Roach to tell what had happened before he got there. As he listened, he learned how the three had started harassing Roach as they found him leaving the building that housed 141’s barracks rooms for chow. Hearing the slurs and taunts they had thrown at the man had Simon wanting to rip Young apart all over again as it was obvious he was the one doing all the talking. Thatdidn’t leave the other two free from Simon’s anger at hearing that they laughed which only encouraged Young. A glance at Price showed the Alpha was getting just as angry, if not more so than Simon. He was further impressed that Roach held nothing back. The younger Omega didn’t sugar coat a damned thing as many would or to down play the event as just teasing. Simon had seen and heard many Omegas do that and it angered him they felt they had to.
When Roach fell silent, ending his side where Simon had stepped in, Price finally moved. He slowly stood and looked every bit the formidable Alpha that he was. Simon didn’t miss how Roach shivered a little in obvious nervousness and Simon shifted in front of him. He also didn’t miss how Roach shifted closer to him at the first waft of the anger in Price’s scent. Whether it was in comfort or gratitude he wasn’t sure. All Simon did was subtly move fully in front of Roach, just like in the hall when he found the other three bullying Roach.
“You three took it upon yourselves to harass not just a superior as he outranks all three of you, but one of MYteam. A member of the 141. All because Sergeant Sanderson is an Omega? An Omega who has proven his worth more than enough to be selected for MY task force. An Omega who has some of the highest marks in not just the SAS, but some of the highest marks in selection, coming only slightly behind both Sergeant MacTavish and Sergeant Garrick.” Price growled low and deep.
“Pl—please Captain, it was Young. He did all the talking. He said—” Nelson started pleading and trembling.
“SILENCE!” Price ordered, his Alpha tone causing Simon to shiver and Roach to whine and press in closer. “And you Nelson, and Gillis only fueled Young. You three are done. I will be filing write-ups for you three with high command along with the stipulation that you three be busted back down to Privates and forbidden from further attempts at any special force's teams. Now GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!”
Young, Gillis, and Nelson all but tripped over themselves in their mad dash for the door. Once the door slammed closed behind them, Price released a heavy sigh. He rounded his desk and quickly moved in front of Simon and Roach who whined again and was also trembling while mostly staying hidden behind Simon. Simon wasn’t doing much better, but right now Roach was the one needing to be reassured so he tamped it down. It also helped that he had done desensitizing training with Price as the team’s Lieutenant and SIC. Still didn’t mean he was completely unaffected though. Slowly, Price laid a hand on the Omega’s shoulder after Simon slightly shifted away from Roach, while also releasing his scent projecting calmsafeease.
“Roach, it’s alright son. You’re alright.” Price said gently.
“I—I’m sorry Captain. For causing problems for you. I’ve only been on the team a few weeks and I—" Roach stuttered.
“You didn’t cause the problem lad; they and others who think like them are the problem.” Price interrupted.
“He’s right Roach. Alphas like those three should be strung up. You’re here, on this team, were promoted to Sergeant, because of YOUR achievements and talents.” Simon added, his voice softening.
Roach tentatively stepped completely from behind Simon before he looked up at both men and a quiet happy chirp escaped him. “Thank you. Both of you. Since—I was brought on the team, all of you have been so welcoming. It’s—well a new experience for me.”
“How so Bug?” Simon questioned, not realizing the sudden nickname.
“Bug?” Roach giggled. Simon stiffened, but the other Omega was quick to speak and reassure him. “No, no, I like it. Never had a proper nickname sir; outside of my callsign I mean. As for how so, since I joined the army, I’vebeen dealing with assholes like them from the start. All it’s done though is drive me to be better, to not give up. I know how the military generally views Omegas, hell society too, but all I’ve ever wanted was to be a part of something bigger. To help make a difference, to make the world a bit better. To belong somewhere.”
“You DO belong Roach. You belong with the 141. You hear me?” Price smiled.
Simon watched in amusement as Roach suddenly wrapped his arms around Price’s waist and started purring. Price stilled in surprise, before chuffing and returning Roach’s hug. Even going so far as to lightly scent the Omega. Almost like a pack leader, despite 141 not, technically, being a pack. A part of Simon, his Omega, preened at the scene and hoped one day the 141 would in fact become a full-fledged pack. Wishing he felt brave enough to let out a purr of his own, or even a happy chip. To let his Omega shine through as Roach did his.
Maybe once he got to know Roach a bit better, he would test those waters. True, from what he’d read at least, Omegas tended to gravitate to one another. But having no experience with that type of Omegan connection, he wasn’tsure how the newest member of 141 would take to it. Take to him reaching out in that way. In his readings he had come across a few cases of two Omegas not getting along and could be worse than two Alphas butting heads. He sincerely hoped that wouldn’t be the case with Roach. Simon hoped that finally he would have an Omegan connection he had always craved.
“Alright, you two scram and head to chow. I’ve got a few calls to make and paperwork to start about those three. I’ll see you both at the brief in the morning.” Price grinned.
“Yes sir.” Simon and Roach nodded. They left Price’s office and Simon saw that Roach was suddenly a ball of energy. “What is it Bug? You look like you’re about to burst or something.”
“I’m sorry Ghost, but I’m suddenly just so happy. Hearing Price and you both telling me I belong here, with 141. I haven’t felt this feeling in—let’s just say a long time.” Roach explained, but his smile didn’t fade.
Simon chuckled, but he was genuinely curious about not just the younger Omega, but also the behavior he was currently exuding. “Is this normal for an Omega? Bein’ this excited when they’re happy?”
Roach laughed, “Can’t speak for other Omegas, but for me it is. It’s also probably the reason I’m still single.”
Simon tilted his head in confusion. “How’s that?”
Roach’s smile faded then, and he let out a breath, “After I presented as an Omega when I was sixteen, my mum and dad were thrilled. Mum’s an Omega and dad’s a Beta. Both were great about teaching me and helping me to connect with my Omega. When I decided I wanted to be in the military, they were worried of course, but totally supportive at the same time. It was maybe a year before I joined, I realized I was gay. Again, both were supportive and never judged.
“Anyway, I’ve had a few boyfriends, partners, whatever ya want to call ‘em, since joining but they never lasted long. Have yet to meet an Alpha, or a Beta for that matter, that accepted how—well—in their words, clingy I am. I absolutely love cuddles, hugs, just physically showing some kind of affection like most Omegas I’ve met. So, I’veworked hard to reign it in, but sometimes, like in Price’s office just now, it just spills over.”
Simon could understand that feeling. There were times that he wished he could allow himself to be a free with his affections in public with his team at least, as Roach and Johnny were. For an Alpha, he hadn’t missed how Johnny was kind of the same way. A hand to the shoulder, an arm slung around someone’s shoulder, even a hug. Those were usually aimed towards Gaz. Yet, hearing Roach talk, it made Simon wonder if maybe he would behave similarly. If he allowed himself to be more open that is.
“I don’t think that makes you—clingy. Since joining the team, I’m sure you’ve noticed Johnny’s the same way and he’s an Alpha. Even Gaz is pretty openly affectionate and he’s a Beta. Keegan may be a bit more reserved, but hedoesn’t hold back much either once he relaxes.” Simon pointed out.
“I have and the first time Soap hugged me; I was surprised. Physical connection is almost primarily an Omegan trait. Yet, Soap isn’t your typical Alpha. Neither is Price, Keegan, or you.” Roach nodded as they neared the mess hall.
“You’re right there.” Simon agreed, holding the door open for Roach, not correcting him about his status.
They quickly got their food and Simon spotted Johnny, Gaz, and Keegan at a table in one of the corners. Roach’s smile returned as they neared and sat between Gaz and Keegan. Simon sat on Keegan’s other side across from Johnny.
“Was wonderin’ where you two were.” Keegan commented.
“Ran into a bit of an issue, but it’s handled now. Right Bug?” Simon replied.
“Right LT.” Roach grinned.
Keegan leaned a little closer so only Simon could hear as the other three started talking, “You good Riley?”
“I’m fine. Might want to talk to ya after dinner about something Roach said on the way here. If you’re free. Any word from your friend?” Simon said.
“I’m free. Nothing yet other than Cassie is lookin’ into it. She’s pretty thorough when she’s researching stuff. Fast too, most times. She did say it might take her longer than normal, as she tied up with a project currently for her work.” Keegan answered. “Promise, I’ll let ya know once I hear from her.”
“Thanks Keegan.” Simon nodded. Shifting his gaze, he caught Johnny staring at him. “What’s doing, Johnny?”
“Nothin’, jus’ cannae help bu’ notice ya seem more—I dinnae ken, relaxed lately.” Johnny shrugged.
“Probably because I am relaxed.” Simon said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Mark this day down boys! Ghost is relaxed.” Johnny teased, causing everyone, including Simon, to laugh.
“Oh, fuck off MacTavish.” Simon shot back, but there was no heat or anger in his tone.
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Simon sat in Keegan’s office again for the second time in a month. After dinner while Johnny, Gaz, and Roach headed for the team’s private rec room, he and Keegan had come here for a chat. Keegan sat behind his desk linking his fingers behind his head looking relaxed.
“Alright Riley, what did ya want to discuss? Have your patches failed again?” Keegan began.
Simon didn’t hesitate this time and explained about Roach being so openly affectionate and how he’d hugged Price in the office. Not wanting to break Roach’s freshly building trust, he didn’t go into in-depth detail about what happened, simply said it was an issue of Alpha bullying. Which wasn’t a complete lie. He explained about his curiosity if such behavior was normal for Omegas.
“I know you said that what you know about Omegas is mostly medically or from your friend, but I’ve never been around other Omegas. Not for any length of time anyway, like I’ve been with Roach these last few weeks except for Laswell. And in regard to Laswell, it’s only a few times a year in person. I’ve read that Omegas tend to be openly affectionate and such but—” Simon broke off on a heavy sigh, trying not to let his thoughts of self-doubt take over.
“Riley, listen to me, there’s nothing, absolutely NOTHING wrong with you so don’ even start thinkin’ that. Yes, you’ve kept your status secret, and I understand why. It’s a protective mechanism for you. That doesn’t make you any less of an Omega or make you unworthy of anything. Given what you’ve been through I’m surprised you even opened up to me.” Keegan remarked.
“Trust me, that surprised me too. Surprised Price too when I told him I told ya about me bein’ an Omega. I’mnot usually comfortable around Alphas I don’t know as a rule. You and Price, and well Johnny, seem to be the exceptions.” Simon said, embracing Keegan’s words of encouragement.
“I’m glad you’re relaxed around me. As for Roach’s behavior, yes. While maybe not quite as energetic as he is, but the open affection and need for physical touch is very much typical of Omegas. You should see Cassie when she’sin a happy mood. Bet she’d rival Roach in enthusiasm.” Keegan grinned.
“As Roach was talking about his family, and when I saw him just hug Price like he did, part of me wished I could be like that.” Simon confessed.
“How so?” Keegan asked, tilting his head.
“That—open. He told me his past romantic partners had accused him of being clingy. He told me he loved cuddles, hugs, that kind of thing. Honestly, it sounded nice, something I’ve always wondered how it would feel to have that from someone. It’s also got me thinking of testing the waters with Roach. I know Omegas tend to gravitate to one another and offer support to each other.” Simon answered.
“Ah, think I’m understanding now. Yes, it is quite normal for Omegas to gravitate towards one another, to comfort each other when need be or even just be—well, cuddle buddies for lack of a better term, especially for unmated Omegas and even sometimes between mated ones if there’s already an Omegan bond. But what about keeping your secret?” Keegan replied.
“My Omega is telling me I can trust Roach there, like it told me I could trust both you and Price. That he might understand given how hard he’s fought himself to get where he is now.” Simon shrugged. “What do you think? Should I?”
Keegan stood, rounded his desk, and leaned against it. “Riley, I can’t tell you what to do. The most solid advice I can offer is to trust your Omega. After our first meeting and seeing you during training this last month I saw what you meant when you said you were pretty in touch with your Omega. One thing I’ve learned over the years is to trust that part of you. I trust my Alpha and it’s saved my ass more times than I care to count.”
“Same with my Omega. To be honest, since Price brought me onto 141, my Omega has been the most settled it’sever been when I’m with just the team. Yeah, I know I’m still worried about tellin’ Johnny and Gaz the truth, but—” Simon broke off, his shoulders dropping.
Keegan pushed off the desk and sat beside him, but not too close, yet close enough, “Riley, that’s your Omegan instincts tryin’ to tell ya something. I really do think you’re over thinking too much about telling John and Gaz. On the first day we met here, and you told me why you’re still keepin’ tight-lipped around them, I gave you my opinion on the matter. Just as I’m telling you now about approaching Roach, I can’t tell ya what to do. I can only offer advice. It’s up to you to take it or not. Ya hear me?”
A slightly sad sounding whine escaped Simon before he could stop it. “I hear ya. Thank you, Keegan.”
“You’re welcome, Riley.” Keegan replied, softly laying a hand on his shoulder.
“Well, I think I’m gonna head to my room and try an unwind enough to sleep. Today’s been a bit taxing.” Simon said.
“Alright. Remember, I’m here if ya need me.” Keegan nodded.
A sudden urge overcame him and before he could talk himself out of it, Simon leaned in and hugged Keegan. It wasn’t a very strong one, but it was a hug all the same. Before he could pull away, Keegan slid his arms around him and returned the hug. Again, Simon surprised himself by pressing in closer to the Alpha, just breathing in the calming scent of Keegan. After a few more seconds of being held by Keegan, Simon pulled away suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
“Shit. Sorry Keegan. I just felt the need for—something. I don’t know if it was comfort or what, but—" Simon apologized.
“No, don’t apologize for needing that comfort, Riley. I’m glad I was able to help you there. You feelin’ better?” Keegan asked, smiling gently.
“Much better. I should go. Thanks for—listening and the hug.” Simon answered as he stood.
“You’re welcome, for both. Go try and relax Riley. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Keegan said.
Simon nodded and with a wave, exited the office and made his way towards his room. As he walked, he thought about the conversation with Keegan and what he had told the medic. In no time, Simon reached the 141 building. Entering the building he headed for the barracks wing. Two steps from his door, a voice called to him.
“LT!”
Simon turned to see Roach behind him. “Hey Roach.”
Roach fidgeted slightly, “Um, do you have a sec? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Sure, I’ve got a minute.” Simon agreed.
“Can we—um talk in my room? Please?” Roach said.
Simon nodded and after a shy smile, Roach led him three doors down to his room. Simon followed and upon entering the Omega’s room, the first thing he saw was the nest on his bed. Just like himself, Roach seemed to keep a permanent nest. Simon remained standing as Roach shed his boots and moved to the center of his nest.
“You can have a seat sir.” Roach replied, gesturing at his desk chair.
Simon pulled the chair closer to the bed before he sat. “So, what did you want to talk about Bug?”
Roach rung his hands, took a few slow breaths, then finally spoke, “If I’m overstepping, please let me know, but—what happened with those three and then again in Price’s office, the way you protected me—sir, are you—an Omega?”
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Simon sat there for several heartbeats, revealing nothing. “What makes you think that, Roach?”
Roach shifted in his nest but met Simon’s eyes head on. “The way you instinctually shielded me when Price went all Alpha and before when you found me being backed into a corner by those three. That’s an Omegan trait, not something an Alpha would do. Well, not an unmated Alpha. Betas are well—neutral. Sure, they can be protective of their mates, or pack, but not like that. Not typically at any rate. As for Alphas, they’re really only super protective for pack or their mates. What you did, that’s how one Omega reacts to another Omega in distress. The natural instinct to protect.”
“Really?” Simon gaped, having no idea.
“Really.” Roach nodded. He tilted his head as he studied Simon. “How long have you hidden that you’re an Omega?”
Simon sighed and lowered his head, just staring at his hands in his lap. “Since I joined the army when I was seventeen. I presented at thirteen and my father was furious, beat me something fierce. I genuinely thought he was gonna kill me that night. After my first heart the following year, which he tossed me in the basement for alone, I took it upon myself to nurture my Omega and hone my body to protect myself against my father and other Alphas like him.”
Simon heard a quiet distressed whine come from the nest. Lifting his head, he saw Roach staring at him, his green eyes reflecting his sorrow for what Simon had just told him. Simon was surprised when Roach extended his hand. A silent invitation for Simon to join him in the nest. That was something else Simon had read about and others in forums back in his teen years confirmed, that Omegas had to invite others into their nest. Whether it was a potential sexual partner or even just a friend. At least the first time. It was a way for Omegas to show full trust with someone.
Simon’s Omega perked up and slowly he rose from the desk chair, removed his boots, and carefully joined Roach in the nest, careful not to disturb the walls of it. Next thing he knew, Roach was curling into him and purring softly while slipping his arms around Simon’s waist. That simple Omegan gesture of comfort had Simon wrapping his arms around Roach in return and for the first time in years, he purred. At his purr, he heard Roach stop purring and let out several happy little chirps, almost in encouragement, before resuming his comforting purring while resting his head against Simon’s shoulder. Their purrs blending in a simple harmony. How long they sat in Roach’s nest just holding one another and purring in contentment, Simon had no clue. All he did know was that this was the most comfort he and his Omega had ever been given from anyone.
“I’m so sorry Ghost. That you had to go through all that alone. How did you, well—”
“Learn to be an Omega?”
“Yeah.”
“After my first heat, I vowed I wouldn’t let my Omega wither. I’m not, nor ever have been embarrassed at bein’ an Omega, just knew I didn’t want to keep bein’ hurt the way my father hurt me. I joined online forums as a teen, read studies, and just embraced my Omega to the best of my ability. I stuck to the studies written by Omegas, or at least by people who knew what the fuck they were on about. Learned a lot about myself, and what it means to be an Omega. As I did that, I worked on training my body so I could fight back and physically protect myself.”
Roach gave an understanding chirp, “But?”
Simon sighed, “But I know there’s a lot more I don’t know. Like how I shielded you in Price’s office, I just—reacted hearing you in distress and had no idea why. All I knew was my Omega was tellin’ me to shield you. Same in the hall with those three Privates, well, they’re Privates now at any rate. It’s also what led me to telling Keegan. I’vebeen havin’—I don’t know, issues.”
“What kind of issues?” Roach asked gently, but his concern evident.
“The kind where at least three times my scent has managed to get through the strongest patches medical has.” Simon answered flatly.
“What? That’s—I’ve never heard of that happening before.” Roach managed.
“Neither have I and I’ve been using them for over a decade now with no problems. Till now anyway.” Simon replied.
“What does Keegan say?” Roach inquired.
“He’s looking into it and said he should have something for me soon. Hopefully. That’s where he and I were after dinner, his office talking. I mentioned to him about—” Simon paused. Roach looked up at him, head tilted in question. “About approaching you. Told him how I’ve read about Omegas gravitating to one another. Told him how you just hugged Price and what ya told me after we left Price’s office. I didn’t go into detail about what happened, just vaguely made it out as a severe case of bullying, which isn’t a complete lie. The full details are for you to divulge if you want.”
“Thank you for that. As for what you’ve read, yeah, typically Omegas tend to just flock together.” Roach nodded. “I’m guessin’ here, but I get the feeling ya would rather keep this, you and me I mean to ourselves.” Roach said.
“I do. Only you, Price, and Keegan know I’m an Omega. Gaz and Johnny don’t know, and I’m worried about tellin’ them.” Simon admitted.
“Not sure why, but I won’t say anything.” Roach stated.
“Like I told Keegan, I’ve lied to them for nearly three years now Bug. I don’ want to ruin the team because I’vespent so long protecting myself.” Simon explained.
“That’s bullshit. Respectfully sir. John and Kyle wouldn’t hate ya or be mad once they understood why you did it.” Roach huffed.
“That’s what Keegan said.” Simon chuckled.
“Smart Alpha. For an American.” Roach giggled.
“Yeah.” Simon nodded. A glance at the clock on Roach’s nightstand had him balking. “I better get goin’. Didn’trealize I’d been here for over an hour.”
“Well, if you ever feel the need to talk, to vent, or just a safe place to unwind, or hell even just a good cuddle, I’m here. Simon.” Roach said, his voice quiet when he said Simon’s name.
Simon looked down at him and smiled under the mask, “Thanks. Gary. Same here. I told Keegan that my Omega felt I could trust you. Guess it was right. You’re easy to talk to, like Price and Keegan. You don’ push.”
“You’re pretty easy to talk to yourself Simon. It’s a good thing, considering what happened in your past that you’re this connected to your Omega and trust your instincts on that front. That’s a very good sign. Also, if you ever have questions or are curious about other Omegan things, I’ll help however I can.” Roach offered.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Simon nodded.
Simon and Roach shared one last hug, with Roach softly scenting him, before Simon climbed out of the nest and pulled his boots back on. With a small wave, Simon exited the Sergeant’s room and headed further down the hall to his own. Entering his room, he felt a lightness he hadn’t felt in, well, ever. Like maybe, just maybe, things would be alright for him, and it might be okay if he did tell Johnny and Gaz the truth about him.
After a quick shower and changing into his sleepwear, Simon curled up in his own nest. He clicked off his bedside lamp and once more hugging the body pillow which had started becoming a habit now, he let himself drift off to sleep. Feeling a warmth he hadn’t felt before as his last thoughts were of the hugs he shared with Keegan and Roach. Thinking how nice it had felt to be just held, even for a few moments.
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Notes:
Sorry about the mix up last week. I accidentally posted the same chapter twice. I have since corrected it and as an apology, I'll post 2 chapter this week. Enjoy Chapter 5 and 6.
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Chapter 5
Simon’s POV
A week after his talks with Keegan and Roach, Price notified the team that they had a mission. Not a lead on Makarov directly, as Laswell was still wading through the intel from Simon and Johnny’s previous mission, but a possible lead on where to look for the Ultranationalist. Seems most of the intel they had gathered was heavily encrypted and she and her team of spooks were working at cracking it. This was a mission to take down some arms dealer who had at least twice now made contact with Konni group.
Whoever the dealer was, they knew what they were doing. Simon and the rest of 141 got ready. The intel was decent considering they didn’t have the identity of said dealer. Simon for once wouldn’t be on overwatch. Price was taking that position. Gaz and Roach would lead one group while Simon and Johnny led the other. Keegan would be with Price covering Gaz and Roach while Price kept eyes on Simon and Johnny.
“Ya good LT?” Johnny asked as they sat side-by-side on the helo.
“I’m good Johnny.” Simon nodded.
It wasn’t a complete lie. For the most part he was okay. He’d only had one more incident of his scent coming through and it been with once again with Price. Simon had told him he had gone to Keegan about it and that Keegan had reached out to Cassie Merrick. He had also informed Price about going to Roach and how things seemed to beprogressing on that relationship. That piece of information had seemed to please the Alpha. Which had Simon’s scent bleed through, and Price informed him of it but at least it was a happy scent, not the distressed one from before. As Keegan had suggested, Simon had indeed been keeping that journal and wrote it down. So far, there seemed to be no consistent rhyme or reason when his scent did bleed through. Other than Price or Johnny being present.
“Wha’ do we ken ‘bout the group we’re leadin’?” Johnny asked.
“We have half of Delta squad from Creden Hill. Smaller unit but effective from what Price and their mission reports say. All Alphas, but they have proven they work well with others no matter the secondary gender. The unit is often used as support for missions like this. We have one half while Gaz and Roach have the other half. That’s all we need to know. Price requested that whoever the group workin’ with us could follow orders.” Simon answered, flipping through the blueprints for the side of the building he and Johnny were entering through.
“Wish we ken more ‘bout this feckin’ dealer.” Johnny grumbled.
“English MacTavish.” Simon teased.
“Oi, haud yer wheesht. Ya ken tha’ word, ‘ve said it enough by now.” Johnny scoffed, bumping his shoulder into Simon’s.
Simon rolled his eyes, yet his Omega was fighting not to preen at the attention from Johnny. No. Not on a damned mission. The last year Simon had found it harder to fight off the feeling. Whenever he and Johnny would banter over the comms, Simon’s Omega was all but rolling onto its back, belly exposed. Like a dog or cat eager for belly rubs. It only added to Simon’s concern about revealing his Omegan status to the Alpha.
“We know enough. According to intel, he’s American, or appears to be. He’s about 5’8 maybe 5’9, light brown hair, blue eyes. Our job is to capture him for interrogation. We’ll get him Johnny.” Simon said.
“If he slips away?” Johnny voiced the one question on Simon’s mind.
“Then we hopefully ID the fucker and hunt him again. Latest reports are that this guy was meeting with members of Konni for the third time in a month just last week. That means he’s a potential contact for Makarov. If they haven’ already met at this point.” Simon answered.
Johnny nodded and pulling out the mission report they had been given at the brief before taking off. “So, Delta is ‘sposed to meet us on the ground?”
“They’re flying in on transport from their base. They’ll probably get there before we do by about ten minutes.” Simon answered.
Simon glanced over as Johnny hummed in understanding and went on reading the report. Simon fought the urge to just openly ogle the Alpha. He needed to stay focused. While the intel seemed decent enough, there was still enough room for shit to go sideways. It also didn’t help that they didn’t know just how many men were with the target. All they knew was there were others with this man. They had assumed that they would be armed. Would be foolish for an arms dealer not to be armed or protected.
“One minute till touchdown.” The pilot called out.
Simon and Johnny tucked away the files they had been reading and got ready to disembark. Just as Simon predicted, their half of Delta squad was ready and waiting. Simon and Johnny stepped off the helo and walked side-by-side towards the group. One of them broke away and approached Simon and Johnny.
“Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant MacTavish. I’m Staff Sergeant Collins.” Collins greeted.
“Staff Sergeant.” Simon acknowledged.
“Got word that Sergeants Garrick and Sanderson touched down about a minute ago. Sergeant Garrick requested you or Sergeant MacTavish check in once you landed.” Collins reported.
“Copy that. Soap, get everything ready to move out. I’ll check in with Gaz.” Simon ordered.
“Copy that LT.” Johnny nodded.
Simon switched on the comms as Johnny and Collins walked away. “Bravo 6-1, this is Bravo 0-7, how copy?”
“Bravo 6-1 here. We’re ready to move on your mark LT.” Gaz replied.
“You and Roach take the east side. Soap and I have the west. Avoid contact if ya can. RV in the hanger at the center of the compound.” Simon instructed.
“Copy that, Ghost.”
“Head out in two minutes Gaz. Tell your group to keep the comms clear of chatter. We need the element of surprise here.”
“Yes sir. Good luck Ghost. See ya on the other side.”
“Same to you. Out here.” Simon said. Clicking off, he approached Johnny and the rest of their team. “Get ready. We’re headin’ out in two minutes. Keep the comms clear of unnecessary chatter. Do not engage unless you have to. Let’s not alert these fuckers until we’ve secured the dealer. We get in, RV with Bravo team at the hanger, get in to secure the target, and get out. Is that clear?”
A chorus of ‘yes sirs’ was replied back. Johnny moved closer to him, and they stepped a little bit away as Delt made final checks. “Gaz and Roach all set?”
“Sounded like it. They’ll meet us at the RV point.” Simon nodded.
“Then let’s get us another win, yeah?” Johnny grinned.
“Yeah.” Simon agreed.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny followed Simon as they swept through the building they had entered on their way to the RV point. Behind him, were the five members of Delta squad that had been assigned to him and Simon. Through his earpiece, he could hear Gaz and Roach checking in as they cleared their side of the building. With the occasional reports from Price and Keegan from their overwatch positions.
“Stay close Johnny.” Simon said low and quiet.
“On yer six Ghost.” Johnny acknowledged.
“This is Bravo 0-7, comin’ up on the last rooms on our side.” Simon reported.
“Copy that Bravo 0-7. Thermal’s showing two signatures at the door to the hanger. Once you get there, you and Soap take them out quietly then hold till I reposition to better cover you.” Price instructed.
“Copy that Bravo 0-6.” Simon said, then turned to Johnny and the others. “You heard Price. Soap and I will take out the two guarding the hanger then we hold.”
“Understood sir.” Collins replied.
Johnny and Simon shared a nod before they continued on. Johnny’s Alpha was on high alert. He shifted to the right side of the corridor while Simon took the left. There were four rooms between them and that hanger door. He and Simon signaled for Delta to move up into the sweeping pattern. Johnny had to admit, these boys knew their job and were efficient at it.
As each room was cleared, Johnny and Simon moved up. At the final two rooms, Delta held back as Johnny and Simon moved into position. It was just as Price reported. There were two men at the door leading into the hanger. Johnny, quickly peaked around the corner of the corridor they were in.
His eyes moved around the large area outside the hanger. There was only one way in and out and that was the corridor they were in. No windows, no doors, and no indication of cameras or explosives. The only light came from three hanging industrial lights above the hanger door. That could help Johnny and Simon sticking to the long shadows.
“We move fast and silent.” Simon said.
“Aye. Let’ hope these bastards keep their backs to us.” Johnny agreed, shifting his rifle to his back.
Johnny watched Simon do the same. Johnny unsheathed his combat knife while making sure his side arm with silencer in his holster was unbuckled in case he needed to grab it. Simon counted them down and on one they moved. Like the well-oiled machine he and Simon were, they dashed from the corridor and in maybe ten seconds, Johnny and Simon overpowered and took out the two guards.
Silent and deadly. That was Johnny and Simon. After a fifteen second count, Simon signaled for Delta to move up and radioed Price. “In position.”
“Copy that, are Gaz and Roach. Keegan and I are on the move.” Price acknowledged.
Johnny took a knee beside Simon. “Now we wait.”
“Yeah. Collins, you, and your men be ready to move. Your group is on point while Soap and I head for the target. Once we get the word from Price, we’re charging in. No idea yet what to expect.” Simon whispered.
“Understood sir.” Collins nodded before turning to pass the word to the others.
“Johnny, you and I will go through the door together.” Simon said.
“Ya got it.” Johnny replied.
Johnny rolled his shoulders and returned his knife to its sheath before pulling his rifle from his back. He and Simon shifted back as Delta moved into point position. Taking a calming breath, Johnny let his Alpha shift just a little more to the forefront of his mind. He had learned over his time in the SAS and more so with 141, if he let his Alpha at least partially take over in the field he was less likely to be caught unaware.
However, Las Almas and Chicago had proven that wasn’t always the case. Even his Alpha had completely missed the betrayal of Sheperd and Graves and had once again missed Hassan and his men in that skyscraper in Chicago. It wasn’t a matter of some disconnect between Johnny and his Alpha. It was just one of those things that even the most trained Alpha could miss. Hell, hadn’t Simon missed them too? Johnny’s earpiece crackled to life.
“Bravo 0-6 in position. Got a total of a dozen tangos in the hanger. New position has me looking through the windows that look down into the hanger. Keegan’s across from me on the other side and he’s confirmed the numbers. Target’s currently sitting at a table with a laptop in the middle of the room. There are two exits from the hanger. I’ve got coverage on one and Keegan has the other. All tangos are armed but scattered around the hanger. On three, Alpha and Bravo teams you hit the doors. We want the target alive and able to talk.” Price ordered.
Johnny and Simon stood as one, with Delta shifting ahead of them. The second Price called out three, Delta, Johnny, and Simon charged through the door with their rifles raised. At the same moment, Johnny’s Alpha sensed Gaz and Roach directly ahead of them. As the boys from Delta squad took on the other tangos, Johnny, Simon, Gaz, and Roach closed in on their target.
The bastard tried to make a run for it. Snarling, Johnny shifted and charged at the man. He tackled the target and pinned him to the concrete floor as gunshots rang out. Johnny’s head snapped up sensing someone moving toward him and calmed slightly seeing Simon in his peripheral. Simon further pinned the man while Johnny pulled out the flex cuffs.
“Stoap movin’ ye pumpin’ bas.” Johnny growled as the man struggled under him and Simon. “Fuckin’ asshole.”
No sooner had Johnny gotten the cuffs on him, the man spoke, “Should’ve known the 141 would track me down. Took you boys long enough.”
Johnny froze, his Alpha now all but snarling. He knew that voice. With one look to Simon, they rolled the man onto his back. Staring up at Johnny and Simon, that cocky smirk on his face was none other than Phillip fucking Graves. Johnny saw red. The final echoes of gunshots ringing in his ears as he and Graves locked eyes.
“Soap don’t!” Simon yelled.
“Ye fuckin’ traitor.” Johnny growled, barely registering the weight of his pistol in his hand as he pointed it at Graves’s head.
“Stand down Johnny. You’re not him or Makarov. You’re not a cold-blooded killer.” Simon said, quietly.
Johnny thought he heard Simon, but the anger coursing through him left him unable to confirm it. Then there was the blood roaring in his ears as he struggled to stay in control of himself. Graves laughed, the sound grating to Johnny as he fought even harder to not let his Alpha break out completely like it had when the man had attacked his mam. To rip the American Alpha’s heart out and make him eat it.
“Tav, he’s not worth it mate. Let’s get ‘im out of here and get our answers. Yeah? Come on John, put it away.”
Gaz. That was Gaz’s voice. Johnny’s Alpha, while still wanting to rip the American Alpha to pieces, began to settle as Gaz’s Beta worked to calm things just a little. The red haze fading, if only enough for him to come back to his senses slightly. Johnny hardly even noticed that Gaz was helping him to his feet. Blinking, Johnny saw Simon hauling Graves to his feet and Roach quickly throwing a black hood over Graves’s head.
“Target acquired. Heading for exfil point.” Simon’s steady voice finally got through to him. “Johnny, sit-rep.”
Johnny blinked several times, not noticing as Gaz, Roach, and a few other soldiers with them hauled Graves towards the exit. “Gh—Ghost?”
Slowly, with both hands raised Simon moved fully into his line of sight, “Yeah Johnny, it’s Ghost. How ‘bout you holster that pistol before we get out of here yeah?”
Johnny frowned and looked down. He felt his eyes widen. Clenched in his right hand was his sidearm. What was worse—it was partially aimed towards Simon! “Steamin’ Jesus. Fuck—Si I’m—”
“It’s alright Johnny.” Simon said, lowering his hands and moving closer after Johnny re-holstered the pistol. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Johnny nodded and let Simon slip an arm around his shoulder and guide them towards the exit. As they walked, Johnny felt slight tremors shoot through him. He hoped he could at least get on the damned helo before the shakes started. Would be grateful to whatever deities existed if they would hold off until he was back in his den on base before the aftermath of going at least partially feral fully hit.
“You’re alright Johnny. Just breathe.” Simon instructed, his voice low and calming.
“Simon, I—I’m sorry. I didnae ken I was pointin’ my gun at ya.” Johnny apologized.
“It’s all good Johnny. Let’s just get ya back to base. Once we get there, you go to your room and just rest. I’ll fill Price in. Gaz and Roach will have your back too. Copy?” Simon instructed.
“Copy LT.” Johnny nodded.
Johnny and Simon reached their helo just as Graves was roughly thrown into the helo that Gaz and Roach’s team were taking back. Johnny’s steps faltered slightly but Simon steadied him, and they boarded the helo. He dropped heavily into one of the seats. How he managed to strap in he had no idea. Maybe ten seconds after Simon sat beside him, the helo was taking off.
“Try to rest Johnny, we got about forty-five minutes before we’re back on base.” Simon said through the headset.
Johnny could only nod. Without thinking, he let out a breath and his head lay against Simon’s shoulder. As his eyes closed, trying to ward off the shakes he was feeling more a soft scent tickled his nose. He had smelled it twice before and both times he’d been around Simon. His mind still foggy, didn’t question it. Johnny breathed in the scent and found it soothing.
“Hmm, ya smell good Simon.” Johnny breathed, letting his eyes close fully.
“Just—rest Johnny.” Simon replied.
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Simon’s POV
The flight back to base, Simon sat still. Well, as still as one could on a helo. Johnny’s words echoing in his head. His Omega was in a tizzy. Half worried, half thrilled. Johnny liked his scent, but on the flipside the nightmare from a few weeks ago flashed in his mind. He glanced down at the Alpha whose head was resting on his shoulder. Simon knew Johnny wasn’t actually sleeping, but more like he was coming down from the adrenalin of the mission, of coming face-to-face with Graves again. He also didn’t miss the way Johnny’s hands shook here and there and seeming to get worse.
‘Shit, now what do I do? Something’s going on and I don’t think it’s faulty patches anymore. No, it’s definitely my Omega. But what does this all mean? Why are Johnny and Price the only ones to have caught my scent?’ Simon thought, trying not to freak out too much.
The pilot called out the two minute warning. Gently, Simon shook Johnny. “Johnny, hey. We’re two minutes out.”
“Huh? Oh, shit, sorry Simon. Didnae mean ta use ya as a pillow.” Johnny replied, sitting up straight.
“It’s all good. Did ya rest at least?” Simon asked, not missing the way Johnny’s hands were shaking more.
“Nae really.” Johnny answered, clenching his fists as they shook again. “Bleedin’ hell. Hate this.”
“What’s wrong Johnny?” Simon asked, concern lacing his voice.
“It’s like an adrenalin drop, when I go feral. Or partially in this case. Happened before when I wen’ after tha’ Alpha who attacked my mam an’ in Verdansk. Firs’ the shakes. Starts with mah hands, then spreads. Feel cold and hot at tha same time.” Johnny explained as he tried to control his breathing. “Passed out both times.”
“Do you need medical? I can tell Keegan.” Simon asked.
“Normally, I jus’ go to my den, bu’ this feels off Si. Migh’ need Keegan.” Johnny answered, voice sounding rough, as a hard shiver shooting through him.
Simon’s Omega wanted nothing more than to pull Johnny into his arms and sooth him however he could. Instead, he switched comm channels and luckily, their helo was in range of Price’s. “Keegan, ya copy?”
“Riley? I copy, what’s wrong?” Keegan came through.
“It’s Soap. He’s havin’ a drop or somethin’ he said. Might need ya soon as we land.” Simon reported.
“Understood. Once your helo lands, keep him there and I’ll come to you. Keep him calm as best you can. What’s his status?”
“Johnny, sit-rep?” Simon questioned.
“C—cold. Yet—burnin’ up. Can—cannae stop fuckin’ shakin’ Feel lik’ I’m gonna puke.” Johnny gritted.
“He says he hot and cold and can’t stop shaking; he’s nauseous. He sounds in pain almost and fuckin’ pale Keegan.” Simon relayed.
“Damnit. Yeah, it’s a feral drop. Okay, we’re landin’ now. Keep him steady. I’ll be right there Riley.” Keegan growled.
“Copy that.” Simon acknowledged, not noticing as the helo began its descent nor the landing. He now focused on Johnny. “Johnny, can ya hear me?”
“I—hear ya.”
“Good. Keegan’s gonna come to us. Just breathe for me Johnny. Follow my breathing.”
Simon took one of Johnny’s trembling hands and pressed it to his chest. Cursing the layer of his gear, but it was the best he could do at the moment. He slowed his own breathing, shoving his worry for the Alpha out of his mind, focusing on remaining calm. After two or three breathes, Johnny’s breathing was synced with his and his eyes were closed once more. Simon didn’t even notice the back of the helo opening or the men of Delta disembarking. All he was focused on was Johnny, his Johnny, and keeping him calm as Keegan had instructed. He was worried at how pale the Scottish Alpha was lookin even in the low lighting of the helo and how bad he was beginning to shake now. The sounds of hurried boots drew his eyes toward the ramp. He watched Keegan calmly yet hurriedly moving towards them with Price right behind him.
“Johnny, open your eyes. Keegan’s here.” Simon instructed.
Keegan took a knee in front of Johnny. “John? Can you open your eyes for me?”
“Ke—Keegan?” Johnny stuttered, eyes opening finally.
“Yeah. Okay, talk to me John. Riley said ya feel hot and cold, nauseous, and I can see ya shakin’ pretty badhere.” Keegan said.
“Ay—Aye. Happened—before. The—incident—I tol’ ya about. One other—time in Verdan—Verdansk. Bleedin’ freezin’ bu’ burnin’ up at tha same time.” Johnny managed.
“Can you stand?” Keegan inquired, as he took Johnny’s wrist in his hand to check his pulse.
“Probably not.” Johnny confessed.
Keegan looked over his shoulder to see Price there. “Price, I’m gonna need you and Riley to help me get John to medical. Grab that back board behind you.”
“No—medical.” Johnny growled.
“Sshh, Johnny. Let Keegan do his job yeah?” Simon whispered, squeezing Johnny’s shoulder.
“John, I get it you want to be in your den. Right now, though, your pulse is fuckin’ racing and that worries me. Let me at least give you a once over with the proper equipment yeah? I want to observe you for at least an hour before I’ll feel comfortable letting you go to your den.” Keegan insisted.
Johnny only let out a low growl but still nodded his consent. Simon looked up as Price brought the back board over. “I’m gonna unstrap ya alright Johnny.”
Simon gently moved and unstrapped Johnny first then himself. Carefully, he and Keegan eased Johnny onto the board. Simon could hear Keegan talking, telling Johnny what he was doing, but it sounded muffled to Simon. His hearing cleared long enough to hear Keegan telling him and Price to lift on three. With Price at Johnny’s feet and Simon carrying the head and Keegan at the side; his two fingers still on Johnny’s pulse point. The three moved as one and left the helo and heading straight to medical.
As much as Simon wanted to stay at Johnny’s side, he knew he had to debrief with Price. Price waited while Simon moved to the bed Keegan had got Johnny on in one of the private rooms. “Johnny, you rest and listen to Keegan okay. I’ll come back once I’m done with the debrief. Copy?”
“Copy—LT. I’m—sorry I—lost it. Wit’ Graves. Wit’ ya.” Johnny replied.
“Nothin’ to apologize for Johnny. I’ll be back soon.” Simon said, once more squeezing Johnny’s shoulder.
Johnny’s eyes closed as he nodded. Simon turned and followed Price out of medical to meet with Gaz and Roach. Simon was actively fighting his Omega. His Omega wanted nothing more than to turn around and return to Johnny, bundle the Alpha close, and hold him. He could feel Price’s eyes watching him, but he said nothing and neither did Price.
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Simon’s POV
“Good work boys. We got the target and Kyle managed to grab the laptop that Graves was working on. I’ll be there tomorrow to pick it up so we can see what intel can be found. As well as have a little chat with Graves. John, I want you with me for that.” Laswell complimented.
“Copy that, Kate. We got lucky that the intel was pretty spot on.” Price commented.
“How’s Soap? Any word yet?” Laswell asked.
Simon shifted but stayed quiet as Price fielded this question. “Keegan just texted me and says Soap’s vitals are getting back to normal. Normal enough that he’s comfortable with releasing Soap at any rate. I believe Ghost was going to escort him to his room after we’re done here.”
“Affirmative.” Simon nodded.
Simon felt Roach’s hand gently lay over his right hand that was fisted on his leg under the table. Laswell was talking, but Simon wasn’t focusing on her words and shifted his hand to squeeze Roach’s in a silent thank you. The click of Price closing the laptop, brough Simon back to himself.
“Alright, you lot heard Laswell. We have the rest of the week off. Gaz, Roach, you two go grab some chow and unwind. Ghost, stay a minute yeah.” Price instructed.
Gaz bid them good night and headed for the door. Roach stood and squeezed Simon’s arm in support before nodding to him and Price and heading out as well. Simon took a slow breath in and released it, not sure what Price wanted to discuss that wasn’t said during the debrief with Laswell.
“Talk to me son.” Price said gently, moving from his chair to the one Roach had just been sitting in. “I can tell somethin’s on your mind.”
“It happened again Price.” Simon replied quietly.
Price made a confused noise, “The patches failing again?”
“Yes sir. Just as we took off, I told Johnny to try and rest. He—he said I smelled good. Price, something’shappening. This isn’t just a bad case of patches failing, something is happening with my Omega. Yet, the only ones it seems to happen with are you and Johnny. Keegan’s still waiting on word from Merrick’s mate, but—” Simon broke off.
“Simon, I’m saying this as a friend, I honestly believe this could very well be your Omega tellin’ ya to tell John the truth. When John said you smelled good, did it seem to calm him?” Price questioned.
“It—seemed to yeah, but it could have just been the drop talkin’. Hearin’ him say that though had my Omega and me both beyond thrilled but scared at the same time. You, Keegan, and Roach have told me that Johnny wouldn’thate me or be mad, same with Gaz. Price, I’ve spent so long guarding my Omega, guarding myself. Yet, in the last month I’ve opened up to Keegan AND Roach. With the two of them, I’ve felt—I don’ know—calm and unjudged. Like I do with you.” Simon answered.
“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, Simon. That you’re trustin’ your Omega and makin’ connections like this.” Price smiled. “Look, go, and see John. After you get him back to his room, try and unwind yourself yeah?”
“Price, I want to be with you and Laswell when you talk to Graves.”
“Simon, I get it, I do, but that would be ill advisable son. You’re too close to this. With what happened in Los Almas and then tonight with what happened with John. No, you’re staying out of this. I’m sorry.”
Simon sighed then nodded in understanding; even if he didn’t like it Price was probably right. He stood and left the conference room and headed for medical. Slipping into medical, he saw it was quiet. He looked around for Keegan but didn’t see him. However, he DID see Mitchel. Luckily, the Alpha didn’t see him. Just like his callsign, Simon moved towards the room he had left Johnny. He reached the door and knocked.
The door opened seconds later. It was Keegan. “Riley.”
“Keegan.” Simon nodded.
Keegan stepped aside to allow Simon inside. “He’s in the bathroom and should be out in a minute.”
“How is he?” Simon asked.
“John’s going to be alright. Probably exhausted as hell, but medically he’s fine. He told me this is what happened the last time in Verdansk and why he woke up in that hospital in Glasgow the first time he went feral. It’s also why he does his best not to give too much control to his Alpha. Least, that’s what he told me. Also told me in Verdansk and Price had been with him then and it had just been the two of them when it happened.” Keegan explained. “I’d be surprised if he doesn’ pass the fuck out after he gets a shower.”
Simon’s Omega relaxed a little at Keegan’s answer. “Well, he’ll be able to rest. Durin’ the debrief, Laswell gave us the rest of the week off. She’ll be here tomorrow to get the laptop Gaz brought back and interrogate Graves with Price.”
“Wha’ ‘bout Graves?”
Simon’s head snapped toward the sound of Johnny’s voice. “For now, he’s in a cell with three guards. Price and Laswell are gonna take a crack at him sometime tomorrow after Laswell gets here.”
Johnny nodded, stepping fully out of the bathroom. Simon let his eyes move over the Alpha, needing to see for himself that Johnny was okay. He saw that Johnny was still shaking, but not as bad. He was moving a bit slower than Simon was used to seeing and still looked too pale for his liking.
“Ya here to escort me LT?” Johnny asked, a half-smile on his lips.
“If Keegan’s done with you, yeah.” Simon nodded.
“He’s all yours Riley. John, I want you to rest tomorrow. I mean it. I hear you doin’ more than walking to the chow hall or the bathroom, I’ll kick your ass and drag you right back here. Copy?” Keegan instructed, his ice blue eyes narrowing.
Johnny chuckled, “Aye, I hear ya. Didnae plan on more than grabbin’ a bleedin’ shower then passin’ the fuck out for twelve hours.”
“Good. Riley was tellin’ me that Laswell has given us the rest of the week off, so you’ll have the chance to do just that. You have my number, if you need anything, and I mean ANYTHING or something feels off again, you call me, and I’ll be there.” Keegan chuckled.
“Copy tha’ Keegan.” Johnny agreed as Simon gathered up Johnny’s gear. “Thanks.”
“Anytime. Now, you and Riley get the fuck out of here and rest damnit.” Keegan smirked.
Simon and Johnny chuckled and with Simon carrying Johnny’s things, they left. Heading for the door out of medical, Simon could just FEEL Mitchel’s eyes on him. It was taking everything in him to not whine at the sensation or even look at the Alpha. He only let out a silent breath once he and Johnny were out of medical.
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
Simon’s POV
The base was silent as Simon and Johnny headed for the 141’s building. “How ya feelin’ Johnny?”
“Honestly, knackered. Didnae help tha’ numpty Mitchel seemed to be hoverin’ before Keegan all bu’ slammed tha door to tha room. He makes me skin crawl and my Alpha jus’ wan’s ta pound him into the feckin’ ground.” Johnny replied, fists clenching.
This did NOT sit well with Simon or his Omega. “I know what ya mean. Told Keegan as much and he promised none of us would be alone with Mitchel or treated by him.”
“Good.” Johnny sighed as they reached his door, holding his arms out for his gear. “Think I go’ it from here Si. Thanks.”
Simon passed his gear to him, “You’re welcome. Just like with Keegan, if ya need me just call. Yeah?”
Johnny smiled tiredly. “Will do. Good night, Simon.”
“Good night, Johnny.” Simon said.
Johnny shifted his gear, unlocked his door, and with one last soft smile Johnny slipped inside. Only when Simon heard the click of Johnny’s lock did he bring himself to move. Moving towards his room, Simon unlocked his door and once inside, he turned the lock. Still feeling off kilter, Simon grabbed a fresh change of clothes and headed straight for his bathroom. As the shower heated up, he quickly stripped of his mission clothes, throwing them in the hamper.
Still feeling unsettled from not just witnessing Johnny drop that way, his conversation with Price, and what Johnny said about Mitchel, Simon quickly yet efficiently washed off the mission and stress he felt. Stepping out of the shower, he dried off before pulling on the soft hoodie and sweats. Yet he still felt just—off. Without stopping to question it, he pulled on a clean mask and left his room. He moved to Roach’s door and was lifting a hand and knocked, feeling—hell he wasn’t even sure what he was feeling other than he needed to be near his fellow Omega. Maybe tenseconds later, the door opened, and Roach was there dressed similar to Simon in soft looking sweats and hoodie.
“Ghost?” Roach asked, tilting his head.
“Fuck. I’m sorry Bug I just—” Simon started but trailed off.
“Oh Simon. Come in.” Roach sighed, seeming to understand.
Simon stepped inside his eyes closing as he started feeling himself calming. He heard the door close and then felt Roach slipping an arm around his waist and then he was being guided towards the nest. Now relieved he had grabbed the shower first, not wanting to dirty Roach’s nest. Roach climbed in first, gently tugging Simon in after him and settling him into his arms. When Roach began purring, Simon let out a sound he’d never heard himself make. Like a mix of a whine and a chirp.
“It’s alright big guy. I’ve got ya.” Roach said gently, stroking his head over the mask.
“Seeing Johnny just—drop like that. I didn’t know what to do.” Simon mumbled, pressing closer.
“You like him doncha?” Roach asked.
Simon nodded. “The second I saw him, my Omega just cried ‘That one. Mine. Ours.’ I’ve never felt that way about ANY Alpha. Just as we were taking off to come back, he—he caught my scent again. Said I smelled good.”
“Wait, the patches failed again? How many times is that now?” Roach questioned.
“Yeah. This makes the fifth time. Twice with Price and now three with Johnny. Price seems to think it’s not the patches but—my Omega itself. Trying to tell me somethin’, but what?” Simon explained.
Roach was silent for several moments, holding Simon and purring again. “Still no word from Keegan’s contact?”
“No.” Simon huffed.
“With your permission, let me talk to Keegan. There’s—well, once, when I was little my mum told me a story. I’m wonderin’ if maybe there’s some truth to it. Keegan, as a medic, might have heard of it too. Can I talk to him about my theory Simon?” Roach inquired.
Simon thought it over. He knew Roach was more knowledgeable having been taught Omegan ways by his Omega mother. He also knew Keegan was knowledgeable as well, but more so from a medical standpoint. Could it be that between the two of them, they could find the answer? Simon took a slow breath and focused on his Omega. His Omega was all but yelling at him to say yes, to trust both Roach and Keegan.
“O—okay.” Simon finally agreed.
“Then tomorrow I’ll talk to him. I promise, once he and I talk I’ll tell you what was discussed. You—you want to stay here tonight, Simon?” Roach said.
“I—yeah. I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight. I had a bad nightmare a few weeks ago and I—it was about me tellin’ Johnny the truth. He—he rejected me. Tellin’ me he couldn’ trust me after lyin’ to him.” Simon shuddered.
“It was just a dream Si.” Roach whispered. He shifted so that he was laying down but keeping contact with Simon, as if knowing the older Omega needed it right now. “Just sleep now Simon. I’m here. You’re alright.”
“Thank you—Gary.” Simon breathed, letting his eyes close as Roach just held him, purring softly.
“Anytime big guy. Anytime.” Roach smiled softly.
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Roach’s POV
Roach left the 141’s rec room/kitchen, heading for Keegan’s office. After Simon had fallen asleep, Roach had texted the medic and asked to meet in his office. Keegan agreed. When Roach had woken up that morning, Simon had been gone and a note left on his nightstand. Two simple words were written. Thank you.
Reaching Keegan’s office, Roach stopped. He took a slow breath then knocked. He heard Keegan call for him to come in. Opening the door, he found Keegan sitting on the sofa the medic kept there. Roach had only been in the office one other time and that was the day after joining the team. Just like Keegan had done with the others, he had gone over Roach’s med chart and just to get an overall feel for one another.
“Thanks for meeting me Keegan.” Roach smiled softly, while thinking how handsome the American Alpha looked.
“You’re welcome. Will say, I’m curious as to what this is about.” Keegan nodded, gesturing for Roach to have a seat beside him on the sofa.
“It’s about Simon. And before ya ask, I have his permission to talk about this with you. He came to my room last night after seeing John to his room. Keegan, he looked so lost. He also told me that for the third time, the patches failed while he was with John. Do you remember that day me and Simon were late showin’ up for dinner? When he said we were held up by an issue, but it was handled?” Roach began.
“I do. He and I talked after dinner that night. All he told me was that you had been a victim of Alpha bullying.” Keegan answered.
“Yeah, and Simon walked in on it. He defended me and we ended up in Price’s office. Those three Alphas were busted down to Privates and sent off. Price used his Alpha voice, and it unsettled me. The man’s damned scary. Anyway, on pure instinct, Simon moved in front me, shielding me.
“I guess he was coming from talkin’ to you when I saw him outside his room. Invited him back to my room. I point blank asked if he was an Omega. He asked why I thought that, so I explained about what he did in Price’s office was something one Omega does for another in distress. Hell, he looked so surprised, as if he had no damned clue about what he had done. I’ll admit, it confused me. He then filled me in on how he’d hidden it because of his fucker of a father and how he’d taught himself how to be an Omega. His confusion at his actions made more sense after that.” Roach explained.
Keegan let out a relieved sound, “Thank fuck. He asked if he should test the waters with ya. You know, Omega to Omega. I’d hoped he would.”
“Since that night he and I have talked several times, and he mentioned about you reaching out to Merrick’s mate about the patches failing. Simon said it happened again with John last night after we took off to come back.” Roach sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. “Keegan, what do you know about Omegan lore?”
“A little bit and what I do know is from Cassie Merrick.” Keegan replied. “Why?”
“When I was a pup, mum told me this story. Not gonna lie, it was my favorite bedtime story; still is my favorite honestly. There’s an Omegan legend, probably the one that led to at one time Omega’s being fought over, fought for. The legend says that sometimes, there’s a bond between an Omega and an Alpha so strong that nothing will or could keep them apart. Even if one or the other tries to hide what they are, their Omega or Alpha will do anything to be whole.
“After I presented, I did my own share of research into Omegan history and such; not too different from what Simon did but for a different reason. There have been cases over time of an Alpha and Omega with a bond so strong. Strong enough that they knew each other on sight. Something in them just clicked. When they finally mated, both felt a wholeness they’d never felt. Some claimed that their bonds were borderline telepathic. That they could even literally HEAR each other’s thoughts.”
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Keegan’s POV
Keegan was floored. “Wait, are you talkin’ about soulmates or fated mates as some call it?”
“Exactly. Think about it Keegan, five times now Simon’s scent has broken through the strongest patches. Yes, two were around Price and I have a separate theory there, but three of those five have been around John when it was just the two of them.” Roach nodded.
Keegan leaned back against the sofa as he processed what Roach had just told him. Riley and John? Soulmates? He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees his chin resting on his now steepled fingers. If he himself hadn’tseen the way John and Simon looked at one another when they thought the other wasn’t looking, he probably wouldhave brushed off such a thing. Yet, he HAD seen it. Had seen how they moved as one in the field and during drills. Like one entity. Each seeming to know what the other was going to do before they did it.
Oh sure, he’d seen other battle buddies behave similarly, but seeing Simon and John together though, well, anyone could see there was some deeper connection. It went deeper than just being long time battle buddies. Even Hesh and Logan didn’t move like that, and they were fucking brothers. Looking over at Roach, he saw that the Omega believed that this was the possible answer to what was going on with Riley’s Omega. Not to mention how gorgeous he looked with his green eyes all but glittering.
“Okay, say you’re right. Say John and Riley are these rare soulmates or whatever. How does that help Riley. You, me, and Price know why he’s hidden his Omegan status, and I personally don’ blame him after what he’s endured over the years.” Keegan asked, running a hand through his hair.
“This is why I asked to talk to you. If I’m right, and everything is pointing to this being the case, eventually John and Simon’s Alpha and Omega won’t tolerate being apart anymore. After I leave here, I’m meeting with Simon, and I’ll tell him what you and I have discussed.” Roach said.
Keegan arched a brow. “You think that’s a good idea? He’s told me how worried he is about telling not just John, but Gaz too, the truth about him bein’ an Omega I mean. He’s worried they’ll hate him and no longer trust him. Especially John.”
“Simon said the same to me and I told him it was bullshit.” Roach huffed.
Keegan chuffed in agreement, “I agree. Do you think this will help or hurt them?”
“Honestly, I think it will help.” Roach answered.
“Okay. Talk to Riley and I’ll reach out to Cassie with this theory. After you talk to him, tell him I’m here and if he wants to talk just to text me.” Keegan nodded.
“Will do. Now I mentioned Price and that I have a theory about the two times Simon’s scent came through.” Roach said.
“You did and I’m starting to wonder if it lines up with mine.” Keegan replied.
“Since I joined 141, I’ve felt—almost like the start of pack. When I hugged Price after those three Alphas left, he hugged me back and actually scented me a little bit. I’m thinking—”
“You’re thinking his Omega is picking up the start of pack.”
“Yes. Surely, you’ve felt it? How close the four were before we joined and since we’ve joined the six of us have only become closer.”
Keegan had indeed felt it. The way Price seamlessly took the role of Pack Alpha without the pack bond. Seen how Gaz just automatically just did what pack Beta’s do and take care of everyone. John, the second Alpha yet always turning to Price for confirmation. Since Roach joined, he and Simon just filling the Omega roles even if John and Gaz thought Roach was the only Omega.
“I have. After talking to Cassie, I might have a word with Price. Unless we should just wait and see what happens?” Keegan finally spoke.
“I think we should wait. My Omega feels that a pack bond isn’t far off. Like maybe if Simon tells John that he’san Omega and those two get their heads out of their asses, and I truly believe that will work out just fine, that the pack bond will happen all on its own.” Roach said.
“Then we wait on that front. Alright, go find Riley and I’ll call Cassie.” Keegan agreed.
Roach chirped happily, gave him a quick hug, and hurried off leaving Keegan chuckling and shaking his head, while finding Roach’s behavior so damned cute. Keegan pulled out his phone and dialed Cassie’s number. Hoping she could give him some advice on what to do if Riley came to him after his talk with Roach.
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Johnny’s POV
As he had told Keegan, after Simon walked him to his room Johnny had dropped his gear near his hamper, stripped, and grabbed a shower. Once he had washed away the mission, he pulled on sweats before all but collapsing into bed and passing the hell out. When he woke up it was almost nine in the morning.
He had slowly sat up and was relieved the shakes and nausea was gone. However, he still felt both physically and emotionally drained. Johnny had climbed out of bed, walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth before snagging a shirt from his dresser. After pulling on his boots, he left his room for the private kitchen that Price had secured for the 141 not feeling up to the walk to the base’s chow hall. Johnny had never been so grateful for whatever strings Price pulled than he was now. When 141 was semi-permanently moved to Hereford, Price had made a few demands, and they had all been met.
141 had their own damned building. Barracks rooms, a private rec room, private gym, and their own kitchen which was attached to said rec room. Johnny was pretty sure Laswell had played a big hand in that. It was no secret that there were those in British high command who weren’t fond of Captain John Price. Why, Johnny had no clue other than plain old jealousy.
141’s success record on missions was way above that of other British special forces units, with Delta unit right behind. Price made sure he only had the best on the team, and the fact he had earned the respect and loyalty of his men when other officers barely had their men’s respect; yeah, that didn’t sit too well with some. Walking into the rec room, Johnny pushed those musing out of his head. He spotted Price sitting in an arch chair with a mug of coffee.
“Mornin’ John.” Price greeted. “Coffee’s fresh, Gaz just made a pot before goin’ for a run. There are some crumpets and scones he made fresh.”
“Och, bless ‘im.” Johnny sighed happily moving for the kitchen area with Price chuckling behind him.
The area smelled of fresh coffee and baked goods. Say what you wanted about the Beta, but Gaz was one hell of a cook and loved to cook for the team when they all had down time together. Sure, they all ate in the mess hall with the other soldiers stationed there most times, but nothing beat Gaz’s cooking on base. Fixing himself a mug of coffee and snatching up a scone, Johnny moved to sit across from Price in the opposite chair.
“How ya feelin’ son?” Price asked.
Johnny finished chewing and chased the bite with a swallow of coffee. “Been better. Go’ ta my room, showered, an’ passed ou’ before my head hi’ tha pillow.”
“You look better than you did when Keegan and I got to you and Simon. What happened John? Simon was a bit vague on the details.” Price questioned.
“I almos’ los’ it Price. Had jus’ tackled tha fucker and then he spoke. I heard ‘is voice an’ saw red. If Gaz hadn’tdone ‘is Beta thing I woulda shot him. I came back to myself to find Simon there and—steamin’ Jesus Price. I was pointin’ my pistol at ‘im. Didnae even ken wha’ I was doin’. Then walkin’ toward exfil, tha shakes started an’ I ken wha’ was happenin’.” Johnny sighed, still not believing he had pointed his gun at Simon.
Johnny set his mug and pastry aside and ran a hand over his face. “John, don’ blame yourself. Simon doesn’tand neither do I. When your Alpha sees red, it’s not the easiest thing to come out of. Believe me. I’ve been there a time or two.”
“Aye, I ken tha’. Tis tha aftermath I dinnae lik’. Kinda lik’ a hangover withou’ tha damned alcohol.” Johnny murmured.
“Each Alpha is different with their feral drops John.” Price commented.
“Aye, bu’—” Johnny paused, taking another sip of his coffee as he thought about how to explain the next part. “This time was different Price. Ye’ve seen me in a drop before, after the incident on the helo wit’ Makarov. In Verdansk. Thi’ was—I jus’ fel’ somethin’ off.”
“Off how son?” Price questioned.
“Wa’ strange. I heard tha bastard’s voice and I wa’ righ’ back there in Los Almas. Though’ I heard Simon, bu’ it wa all muffled lik’, bu’ I coul’ jus’ I dinnae ken, sense him even though I coudnae see ‘im. Lik’ my Alpha jus’ ken he was there. Been tha’ way since we met. Yeah, Gaz go’ me out of tha haze, bu’ it was Simon who calmed me. Knowing he wa’ at my side kept me from goin’ full feral.
“On the helo out of there, sittin’ beside ‘im, my Alpha jus’ started to calm. Even more when I caugh’ a smell of—well didnae smell lik’ any Alpha I’ve ever been ‘round, more lik’ an Omega. It was soothin’. Hell, didnae wan’ to be away from ‘im. Never fel’ lik’ tha’. As if I coudnae breathe withou’ him there. Since Verdansk when we met, Simon has always—I didnae ken, calmed me.”
As he finished speaking, John studied Price. His Captain was sitting there with a look on his face that told Johnny the older Alpha was thinking over what he had just said. Johnny knew that Simon was into men, just like he himself was. Johnny also knew that he had been none too subtle in the fact that he would watch Simon. Of course, only when Simon wasn’t looking. Then there was banter that bordered on flirting that had begun that night Simon guided Johnny when he was alone in the rain and blood slicked streets of Los Almas. Something that continued even now. He knew that in the last almost three years he had developed feelings for his teammate and Lieutenant.
“You said you caught a smell? Like Simon’s scent?” Price asked.
“Aye, an’ I ken tha bleedin’ man wears patches for whatever reason. On tha helo las’ nigh’, it was tha third time I’ve smelled it. All three times were around Simon. Tha las’ time I tol’ ‘im it was almos’ lik’ the smell of a happy or content Omega. Which is doolally—I mean crazy. Never heard of an Alpha smellin’ lik’ an Omega. Smelled lik’ honey an’ lavender.” Johnny answered.
“Nor have I. Have heard of the occasional Alpha having a sort of fruity smell, actually have a cousin who kinda smells like an orange tree in bloom and she’s an Alpha.” Price shrugged.
Johnny nodded. Maybe Simon was just one of those Alpha’s with a scent that didn’t exactly fit his secondary gender. Lord knew the man was an all-around mystery to most. Even to him and they were battle buddies. Sure, over the last nearly three years he and Simon had gotten closer, and Johnny would like to think they were friends, but there was still so much about him Johnny didn’t know. But Lord did he want to.
“Did you tell Keegan about this?” Price questioned.
“In a round ‘bout way. Jus’ tha’ I fel’ deeper in my drop than normal. Didnae mention Simon. The man’s bleedin’ private as hell an’ I’m no’ gonna betray ‘im tha’ way Price.” Johnny answered, his voice taking on an edge not quite a growl but close enough.
Price lifted his hands in a surrender gesture. “Easy John, I understand you’re protective of him. I am too so I get it. Earning Simon’s trust isn’t the easiest thing and once given is something to treasure.”
Johnny took a few slow breaths, “Sorry ‘bout tha sir. Yer righ’ though, I am protective of him. Cannae explain it. Lik’ from tha day we met, I’ve always felt this way.”
Price smiled softly, “Seems to be par for the course with Simon Riley. Ya either get in his inner circle or you’rebooted as far away as possible.”
“Aye, seems so.” Johnny agreed with a chuckle.
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Simon’s POV
Simon sat in his nest with Roach and staring at him like he’d grown a third head. While Simon the man was speechless, his Omega was far from it. All but yelling I TOLD YOU SO! Was what Roach just told him true? Him and Johnny? Soulmates or Fated Mates as some called it? After remaining silent for several long minutes, he noticed Roach had shifted closer to him.
“Simon, you alright? Say something.” Roach asked.
“I—I don’ know what to say.” Simon managed.
“I get it, it’s a lot to take in. But from everything you’ve told me and Keegan, this seems to be the only thing that makes sense.” Roach said.
“Do you think—Johnny knows? Or even suspects?” Simon inquired.
“Hard to say. I do think that you should talk to him. Maybe not right now, let this information really sink in and let you and your Omega come to terms with it. Then maybe sit John down, privately obviously, and talk.” Roach suggested.
Simon snorted, “Pfft, my Omega isn’t the problem. Seems to feel all self-righteous, all ‘I told you so.’ I just—I’m not gonna lie Bug, I’m nervous and a little scared. I know you, Keegan, and Price have told me Johnny won’t hate me if I told him, but that doesn’t mean he won’t feel hurt that I kept it from him. I don’t want to hurt him. In any way.”
Roach leaned in and lay his hand on Simon’s shoulder, “I get it Si, but if he knew the why of it, I think you’ll be surprised. Would be surprised if he doesn’t get mad FOR you and what you went through as a pup.”
Simon sighed and slipped an arm around Roach’s shoulder. They sat there, neither saying anything, just being there for one another. Roach offering a comfort that Simon had no idea he needed and Simon trying to return the same friendship that Roach had extended to him. Since he and Roach had formed this attachment, Simon could feel the loneliness he had felt for so long easing.
“Thank you, Gary.” Simon said quietly.
“You’re welcome but for what?” Roach questioned.
“For this. For being there. I know Price is there for me, Keegan too, but with you it’s—I don’t know, different.” Simon explained.
Roach chirped happily in understanding. “It’s the whole Omega thing. For so long you’ve been alone as an Omega, but now you’re not. Omegans aren’t meant to be lone wolves. We crave companionships, whether it be romantically or like what you and I have.”
“So, me feeling like something was missing all this time is—normal?”
“Absolutely normal.”
“At least I know something about me IS normal.”
Roach pulled back and frowned as he saw the sadness in Simon’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
Simon suddenly jumped from his nest and began pacing. “Gary, have you LOOKED at me? For an Omega I’m a freak. Omegas are supposed to be delicate, soft. Like you or Laswell, or every other Omega I’ve seen or met. There’snothing delicate or soft about me. I’m a bloody killin’ machine. The cold, heartless Ghost. No self-respecting Alpha would want an ugly freak Omega like me.”
As he continued to pace, Simon was unable to stop the whines of distress that were now escaping him. He could feel his Omega curling in on itself as the feelings of self-doubt and insecurity began washing over him. He hated feeling this way and just wanted to be himself. To be WANTED for who he was and not what society considered the norm or tool the military considered him.
As he pivoted to make another pass across the room, he suddenly found himself stopped by Roach. The smaller Omega’s hands were flat against his chest and his green eyes flashing. Seeing Roach looking so mad stunned him. He’donly really seen Roach smiling or joking except during training where he was in full work mode.
“Simon stop!” Roach hissed. “You are NOT a freak; do you hear me? You are the Omega that you are MEANT to be. You are brave, strong, smart, and loyal to those you deem worthy to let in. You say you’re not soft? Bullshit! You have been nothing but soft with me, and I’ve seen you with Gaz, John, Keegan, and Price and you’re soft with them too. You’re not cold or heartless. You care about others you just show it differently. When in the field you’re hard yes, but you do that so that those of us under your command make it home at the end. Like a good Lieutenant and Omega SHOULD. From the stories I’ve heard, yes, you’re ruthless in battle, but only to those who are hurting others. You are doing what Omegas do and PROTECTING those you lead.
“As for an Alpha not wanting you, that again is bullshit. Any Alpha would be lucky to have you. If I’m right, and I’m pretty sure I am, JOHN would be lucky to have you, would no doubt cherish you. There is not one goddamned thing wrong with you Simon Riley. You hear me? As for bein’ ugly—I seriously doubt that. I may not have seen your face, but I see your eyes. No way you can have the eyes you do and be anything but handsome.”
“My—eyes? They’re nothin’ special.” Simon gaped.
“Si, you have no idea how expressive your eyes can be sometimes. They’re the color of a good bourbon. When you smile, they just light up. Trust me. Kinda my thing. Some guys are an ass or tits or pecs man. Me? I’m an eye guy.” Roach shrugged.
Despite himself, Simon let out a giggle. An actual giggle. This had Roach beaming up at him. Simon wrapped his arms around Roach and hugged him. “Thank you, Bug. I’m sorry, sometimes I just let those thoughts out and—it hurts. Since I first presented and surviving my homelife as a pup, I’ve wondered so many times if I’d ever have anything good. To feel whole. A mate, pups, a home. To be wanted for me and me alone. To be wanted as Simon.”
Roach returned the hug, running his hands soothingly up and down Simon’s back, “You will Simon. I feel it. You’ll have all that and you deserve it.”
Simon let Roach steer them back to his nest. Roach climbed in first and Simon let the smaller Omega pull him and ease him down, so Simon’s head rested on Roach’s lap. Simon’s eyes half closed as he started purring at the feel of Roach gently running his hand over his mask covered head. Wanting to feel more connection, he made a choice. With his face facing away from Roach, Simon reached up and pulled the mask off his head but still kept his full face shifted away.
“Si—you didn’t have to.” Roach breathed.
“I—this sounds silly and stupid, but I—want to feel your hand.” Simon managed.
Roach said nothing and Simon started to feel self-conscious again. Until he felt Roach’s fingers slowly and gently slip through his hair as he began purring again. Within minutes, Simon’s own purr joined Roach’s as he relaxed even further. All the negative feelings that had threatened to overwhelm him moments before faded away with each pass of Roach’s hand over the crown of his head.
Simon didn’t even register falling asleep until Roach shifted. He froze for a second at the lack of his mask but calmed as Roach’s soft scent filled his nostrils. A gentle scent that reminded Simon of berries and cream. He reached over and tugged his mask back on before he slowly sat up to find Roach looking the opposite direction.
“It’s alright Bug, you can look.” Simon said.
“Have a good nap?” Roach asked, a gentle smile on his face.
“Didn’ even realize I had fallen asleep.” Simon shrugged.
“Yeah, ya kinda drifted off not long after you pulled the mask off, and I started scratching your head. I didn’tlook at your face by the way, only saw your hair. Never would have guessed you were a dirty blonde.” Roach teased.
Simon chuckled, “Yeah, most wouldn’t. What time is it?”
“Time for lunch.” Roach answered.
Just as he said that, both Simon and Roach’s stomachs rumbled which had them both laughing as the climbed out the nest. After they tugged their boots back on, the two left Simon’s room and headed for the mess hall. They entered and found Keegan, Gaz, and Johnny already there.
“How you feelin’ Johnny?” Simon questioned as he and Roach sat down from getting their food.
“Better than las’ nigh’. Slept lik’ tha bleedin’ dead.” Johnny replied.
“Oh, I’m cooking dinner tonight. Should be done about 1800 or so.” Gaz spoke up.
Simon nodded, looking forward to the team having dinner together. He glanced at Keegan and nodded subtly. As the rest of his team talked, he let his eyes drifted to Johnny who was turned and talking to Gaz about something. He had to admit, Johnny looked much, much better than he had the previous night. Not as pale and much more rested.
‘I’ll do what Roach suggested. I’ll think over what he told me and then I’ll talk to Johnny.’ Simon promised himself.
Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Chapter Text
Chapter 7
Simon sat at his desk finishing the last of the paperwork when Price walked in unannounced and a look that told him this was anything but a friendly visit. “Price?”
“Sorry to barge in Simon, but Kate was able to confirm the information we got from Graves. We have a location.” Price said.
The day after they had returned with Graves in custody, Price and Laswell had interrogated Graves. Simon had wanted to be there, but Price had said no. Which was probably smart as Johnny wasn’t the only one who saw red where former Shadow Commander Phillip Graves was concerned. Simon couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t kill the Alpha if he was in the same room with him. Especially after seeing Johnny drop like he had. That night, Price had filled them in over the meal Gaz had cooked.
Graves confessed that he was only dealing with Makarov because he needed the money, and it offered him some level of protection from people after his head for what had gone down with Sheperd. Apparently, Graves was also to meet someone to pass intel of some kind to Makarov. Simon didn’t buy that for one damned minute that it was for money. Graves had then been handed over to Laswell who had come personally to collect the traitor. Now, nearly aweek later, the intel Graves had coughed up had been verified by Laswell.
“Where?” Simon asked, standing.
“Go grab Soap and come to my office.” Price answered.
Simon arched a brow. “Just Johnny?”
“Yes. I’m sendin’ you and him with a small squad. I’ll explain more once you both are in my office.” Price nodded.
“Yes sir.” Simon replied and headed to find Johnny,
He recalled seeing Johnny’s name on the demolition list to oversee a fresh group of EOD guys. Stepping out of the building into the overcast afternoon, Simon headed for the jeep he used to get around base. Pulling out his keys, he climbed in, started the jeep, and headed for the demo range. As he drove, he wondered what the mission was that Price was sending him and Johnny on. What information had Graves given up to save his own neck?
Simon pulled up just as the EOD guys were filing out of the range. He found Johnny standing at a wooden table scribbling at the clipboard he held. Climbing out of the jeep, Simon made his way over. Just as he was about two or three feet away, Johnny looked up and Simon felt his heart skip as Johnny smiled at him.
“Hey LT.” Johnny called.
“Johnny.” Simon nodded. “You’re with me. Price wants us in his office.”
“A mission?” Johnny asked, gathering his gear.
“Seems so. You, me, and a small squad. That’s all he told me; said he’d fill us in once I got you.” Simon answered.
“Lead the way.” Johnny said, slipping his ruck sack over one shoulder.
They headed for the jeep. Neither spoke as Simon drove, both seemed to be mentally preparing for whatever Price had to tell them about this mission. Simon pulled up outside the admin building and the two climbed out heading for Price’s office. Simon knocked and when Price called out, he and Johnny walked in together.
“Take a seat.” Price instructed.
“Ghost said this is about a mission.” Johnny spoke up.
“That’s right. Laswell was finally able to confirm the information we got from Graves before she took him back to a black site here in the UK in case we need to question him further. I told you lot it would appear that Graves was meeting with someone after the interrogation. Who this person is, Graves didn’t seem to know or refused to say at any rate. All he did or would say was this man had some information he claimed would be useful to Makarov and possibly Graves. Graves was to be the overseer of this. I’m guessing that means someone from Konni will be present. While not confirmed, that could mean Makarov already knows this and this meeting is more for further confirmation.” Price nodded, sliding two folders towards Simon and Johnny.
Simon tugged his folder closer and opened it. He frowned beneath his mask. “What does this mean, ‘High value information.’ It only says tha’ Makarov would pay highly for it.”
“I wish I knew Ghost. Whatever it is, Graves wasn’t privy to. Laswell has looked into where this meet is to take place. Just this morning, right before I came to your office, she was able to confirm that whoever Graves was to meet is already there. She wasn’t able to get the drone close enough for facial recognition and there are no windows to the building. She was able to confirm at least five individuals at a small building just west of here with thermal.” Price sighed.
“So wha’ ya wantin’ me an’ Ghost to do sir?” Johnny questioned.
“I want you two to lead a squad of six men. Your objective is to capture this man. If whatever he has and is willing to sell to Makarov, it could be useful to us as a possible lead to Makarov himself. You two and the six men, all from Delta team, will leave about an hour before sundown. You two and your squad will be flown straight there and will be dropped off three clicks from the shack and travel the rest of the way on foot. As of now, this man and those with him don’t know we have Graves or the information of this meeting.” Price answered. “After you lot are gone, I’llhave a second helo and Keegan on standby in case of any injuries. The second helo will be at the halfway point and able to reach you in under five minutes.”
“Then jus’ a walk in tha park, yeah LT?” Johnny grinned.
Simon felt his heart flutter. “Just a walk in the park. Laswell’s sure there’s no other surprises waitin’ for us?”
“She’s mostly sure. She’s got constant eyes on the target and as of fifteen minutes ago, all five are still there. The only unknown is if these men are armed and if so, how heavily. Even Graves had no idea. You boys go as if they are. The meeting with Graves wasn’t due to happen until midnight tonight. I want this man captured and back here before then.” Prince nodded.
“Then we better get ready. Who from Delta are we getting?” Simon asked.
“Collins, Harper, Bronson, Hill, Ferris, and Hutchins. All six were on the mission where Graves was captured.” Price stated.
“Good men.” Johnny nodded in compliment.
“I agree. Collins and his men followed orders with no questioned and moved like well trained men.” Simon agreed.
“Good, glad you two agree. Collins did ask that you two meet with him prior to liftoff to go over formations. He said he would be in the base’s rec room waiting for you.” Price added.
Simon and Johnny nodded and stood. They turned and left the office. “Wha’ do ya think this information is?”
“I don’t know Johnny. Whatever it is, it was enough for Graves to agree to the meet and to verify it most likely for Makarov on the bastard’s orders at that. Which means Makarov is very interested in it and may even know what the information is. We need to find out why and who this target is.” Simon hummed.
Silence fell between them for a few moments before Johnny spoke up just as they stepped outside the admin building. “Ghost, on the helo, when I had my drop.”
“What about it Johnny?” Simon questioned.
“I, call me doolally—”
“English MacTavish.”
“Crazy ya British bastard.” Johnny chuckled, “It’s just—before I closed my eyes I though’ I smelled yer scent. It was tha same as tha’ day in the rec room. When we met Keegan.”
Simon fought not to visibly tense. “My scent? Johnny, that day you yourself said it smelled like an Omega.”
Johnny sighed as they entered the main building that housed the base’s main rec room. “I ken, which makes it even stranger. I mean, yer no’ an Omega, at leas’ I didnae think ya are. It’s jus’—it was calmin’ to me. Tol’ Price tha’ the next day. Weird ain’t it?”
“Yeah, weird.” Simon nodded, not trusting himself to say more even as his Omega preened in pride that the Alpha next to him found their scent calming.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny took a knee next to Simon as the sun finished setting. The shack turned out to be a small industrial type building. It reminded him of those utility storage buildings for utility service teams. Beside him, Simon lifted his thermal unit and pointed it at the building. Johnny shifted closer to look at the screen.
“Watcher-1 this is Ghost. Confirm, five heat signatures inside.” Simon relayed to Laswell.
“Copy that, seeing the same from the drone. You boys stay safe. Remember we don’t know if these five targets are armed.” Laswell reported.
“Watcher, any idea ho’ we identify our target?” Johnny asked.
“Negative Sergeant. My guess, he’ll be the one either giving orders when you breach or trying to escape. Confirmed one exit at the back of the building.” Laswell answered.
“Copy Watcher.” Simon acknowledged. “Collins, you, Hutchins, and Ferris move around back to cover the exit there. The rest of you are with me and Soap as we breach the front.”
“Roger that Ghost.” Collins replied.
Johnny watched as the three Alphas slipped away through the gloaming towards the back of the building. The remaining three moved into position behind him and Simon. “We goin’ in first LT?”
“Yeah. Harper, Hill, Bronson, you three cover us once we breach that door. There’s only five but as Laswell said, we don’ know if they’re armed or how heavily.” Simon instructed.
“Copy.” Harper nodded.
“In position sir.” Collins radioed.
“Copy that. Stay alert and stop anyone who comes through that door that’s not us. Detain only. We don’t know what the target looks like.” Simon ordered.
Taking a slow breath, Johnny once more let his Alpha creep forward. More alert than the last mission. And just like the last mission, hell every mission since Verdansk, his Alpha was calm knowing Simon was at his side. As he had told Price, he couldn’t explain the how or why of it, but whenever he was side-by-side with Simon his Alpha was just calm and ready for action. He told himself that after this, he was going to sit Simon down and try to get to the bottom ofthis.
Hoping when they had that conversation, he didn’t go embarrassing himself. Like telling his Lieutenant that he was fucking gone for him. Johnny didn’t care that they were both Alphas, he just knew something about Simon “Ghost” Riley did it for him and he wanted to be around the man all the damned time it seemed.
“On my mark.” Simon’s low voice cutting through Johnny’s thoughts.
“On you LT.” Johnny said, shifting his grip on his weapon for a more secure hold.
Simon counted down from three and as one he and Johnny breached the door. The five men in the building all reached for their weapons. Johnny’s Alpha suddenly growled as one man stood out.
“Mitchel.” Johnny growled, eyes narrowing at the doctor.
Mitchel smiled. But the smile was cold and evil. “Well, well, makes my task easier that Price sent you two after me.”
“Drop your weapons. Now.” Simon demanded.
Mitchel laughed as the door behind them suddenly swung closed and the sound of the lock engaging. Mitchel’s laugh sending a shiver down Johnny’s spine. “Now why would I take orders from an OMEGA like you Ghost?”
Johnny felt his mind all but short circuit. The four men behind Mitchel laughed as Simon went ramrod straight. As much as Johnny wanted to look at him, he and his Alpha knew he couldn’t and SHOULDN’T take his eyes of Mitchel and the others with him.
‘Simon an Omega? No, that cannae be. Could it? Is tha’ why he’s so secretive? Why I’m feelin’ this way aroun’ him? Would also explain tha scent.’ Johnny wondered.
“Drop them. NOW!” Simon hissed, an edge to his voice that Johnny had never heard before. Johnny also saw just the barest tremble of the weapon in Simon’s hand.
“No, I don’t think I will Omega. See, Makarov has promised me anything I name to hand you over to him. Seemed quite interested when I told him the infamous Ghost was a lowly Omega.” Mitchel said. “Even said I could have a turn with you before he did as a bonus for bringing you to him. To give him a show, see what he’s buying.”
Next thing Johnny knew, three shots rang out and he heard Harper, Hill, and Bronson fall to the floor behind him and Simon, causing his Alpha to growl silently. As much as he wanted to look back at the fallen men, he knew that would most certainly be a death sentence for him. Johnny’s Alpha was raging now at the implications of Mitchel’s words and had him gripping his weapon tighter. Every instinct telling him to protect Simon. To make sure he made it out of this. Letting more of his Alpha out, Johnny shifted so that he was now between his Simon and the five men in front of them.
“You’re not TOUCHING him, Mitchel. I’ll kill ya first.” Johnny growled, not bothering to reign in his Alpha.
“Touching Sergeant. Protecting a worthless Omega.” One of the others spoke.
It was then Johnny recognized three of the four others. They were the three rooks Price had busted down and kicked out for bullying Roach. Young, Gillis, and Nelson. The fourth guy, Johnny didn’t know. “Ya fuckin’ traitors.”
“Why do you care. Omegas are worthless. A distraction.” The fourth man sneered, in a heavy Russian accent.
“If so, then why does Makarov want Ghost?” Johnny demanded, all but sensing Simon behind him and a hint of a smell he’d never smelled before. The smell of burning plants and burnt honey. ‘OUR Omega is in distress! Protect! Help! PROTECT OUR SIMON!’ Johnny’s Alpha demanded.
“Makarov is curious how an Omega such as Prizrak managed to survive posing as an Alpha. That could be worth a lot of money to the right people. And the satisfaction of punishing the Omega who has thwarted my leader’s plans along with other’s plans. He’s curious if he can broken like all Omegas can.” The Russian Alpha grinned.
The Russian was laughing low and darkly now. “Can just imagine how Makarov will break him. Bet he will beg so pretty on a REAL Alpha’s knot. Wouldn’t you Omega? Have you even properly knotted like a good obedient Omega? Da, Makarov will absolutely enjoy his new toy. Might even share you to those of us who have proven our loyalty. Or who will pay the highest bid. Now, COME HERE OMEGA.”
Johnny’s Alpha was teetering on the edge of going feral, red teasing the edges of his vision. This man was threatening Simon, all but saying Simon would be raped and used by Makarov and fuck knew who else, trying to command him. HIS Simon. HIS OMEGA! Behind Johnny, he heard the most heartbreaking whimper coming from Simon. The sound of an Omega in fear and distress as he fought the command. No, not just any Omega, HIS Simon, HIS Omega. Johnny’s vision tunneled and yet was clearer than it had ever been. He knew what he had to do to protect Simon. With a snarl, Johnny fired, hitting the Russian right between the eyes.
Before the Alpha even hit the ground and the others knew what was happening, Johnny fired four more times. Young, Nelson, and Gillis crumpled to the ground dead. Mitchel roared in pain dropping to his knees, a hand going to his thigh. Johnny didn’t hesitate. Keeping his weapon trained on the doctor, he approached just as Collins and the others burst in.
“Secure this fucker.” Johnny ordered, kicking the pistol out of Mitchel’s hand the barrel of his gun pressed into Mitchel’s forehead.
Mitchel growled, glaring up at Johnny as he was secured. “There will be others. You can’t protect him MacTavish. None of the 141 can. Makarov will get what he wants.”
Johnny returned the growl stepping into the other Alpha’s space as Hutchins and Ferris cuffed him, before hauling him to his feet and Collins held him in place. “Makarov can try, but it wilnae end good fer him. Get him to the helo and back to base immediately. I’ll radio for the other helo for Ghost and me along with help for the others. Collins, I’m sorry about your men. It happened so damned—”
“Don’t Sergeant, this isn’t on you or the Lieutenant. I’m just sorry it took us too long to get through the door. We heard the shots, but the door was locked and took us too long to pry it open. Not knowing what was happening, we didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity of surprise by blowing the door. They were good men, good Alphas and knew what they were signing up for when they were selected for Delta. I’ll radio for—” Collins interrupted, but then the sound of a gun clattering to the floor cut him off. “Sir! Lieutenant Riley!”
Johnny spun just as Simon dropped to his knees. In a blink Johnny was kneeling in front of Simon. “Ghost? Ghost, talk to me.”
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Simon’s POV
Simon felt as if he couldn’t breathe. His body felt icy cold and as if it weighed a ton. Simon’s hand shook and his weapon fell from his limp fingers as he dropped to his knees. As if he were under water, he heard the muffled cry of Collins. Simon tried to take a breath, but it was like his lungs were seizing. Then he registered Johnny’s voice, yet it sounded off. Distant and slightly panicked.
“Ghost! Laswell, send that second goddamned helo! I need Keegan here now! It’s Ghost!” Johnny was yelling.
Through the roaring in his ears, he thought he heard Laswell’s voice in his earpiece replying to Johnny, but his mind just wasn’t processing. “Jo—Joh—”
“Sshh, it’s alright Ghost. Breathe fer me. Damnit, Simon BREATHE!” Johnny pushed, his voice on the brink of Alpha tone.
That seemed to snap something in Simon loose as he sucked in a deep painful lungful of air. He held it and slowly released it. Then did it again. Then a third time. Never once taking his eyes off Johnny. Seeing the blatant fear and anger in the Alpha’s eyes had Simon’s Omega shying away in shame and a whimper of fear escaping him.
“No, it’s alrigh’. Sshh, easy Simon.” Johnny cooed, projecting his scent towards him. “No one’s gonna hurt ya. Yer alrigh’. I’m righ’ here Si.”
Johnny’s scent washed over Simon like a gentle wave. That fresh rain over green hills scent blanketing him. Simon shuddered, let out a sad whine even as his Omega slowly began to calm. The tone from the Russian Alpha had been strong, but Simon had resisted stronger. It still was a shock to his Omega having some random Alpha, one hell bent on doing God knew what before handing him over to Makarov. Simon’s body shuddered again as he breathed in Johnny’s scent. Half of him wanted to hide away, he’d been exposed. His secret was out now. The other half, his Omega wanted to curl up against Johnny, to feel the Alpha’s strong arms around him.
To feel safe, like he always did around Johnny. Hearing Mitchel and the Russian’s words. How apparently Mitchel had told Makarov that he was an Omega and because of Simon’s involvement in stopping multiple of the Ultranationalist’s plans as part of 141, Makarov’s revenge was to rape him. To break him. The ultimate humiliation for an Omega. To be taken by an Alpha they didn’t choose. A thought that had fear filling Simon and his Omega.
“Joh—Johnny.” Simon breathed.
“Aye, Simon. It’s Johnny. Tha’s it. Slow breaths fer me. There ya go. Doin’ so good.” Johnny praised, slowly reaching out and laying a hand on Simon’s shoulder.
Another shudder racked through Simon at the feel of Johnny’s hand solid and comforting on his shoulder. The calming and comforting lilt of his brogue. How long they knelt there, Simon had no clue. At some point his eyes must have closed, because the sound of running boots had his eyes snapping open and him curling in on himself when the scent of Alph hit him. Another distressed sound came from him. It was too much. Everything was swirling and colliding in his head. It didn’t seem to matter that the new scent seemed familiar to him.
“Si, hey, stay with me. It’s just Keegan. Calm down, yer alrigh’.” Johnny was saying.
“I—I can’—don’t—let them—” Simon gasped, once again unable to draw a full breath.
“Shit. Keegan he’s bleedin’ hyperventilating!” Johnny cried.
“Riley, Riley, calm down and breathe for us.” Keegan’s voice came through, calm yet worried, adding his scent lightly to mix with Johnny’s.
Simon glanced from Keegan to Johnny as he tried to breathe. His vision was beginning to tunnel as his body started to tremble despite the comforting scents from both Alphas. Yet he couldn’t look away from Johnny. What the hell was going on? He was so confused and so scared. Simon could feel his heart racing even as he kept looking at Johnny. Saw the Alpha’s lips moving but wasn’t processing anything he was saying. With a wounded whine, Simon’s world went black.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny was sitting outside of the room that Simon was currently in. Not a minute after Keegan got there, Simon had started hyperventilating then promptly passed the fuck out. Johnny had barely been able to catch the man in his arms. When Keegan had tried to check on him, Johnny had full on growled and snapped at the medic. Keegan, bless him, had lowered his head in submission while speaking in soft tones. Telling Johnny, they needed to get Simon on the helo and that he would radio Laswell for another team to collect the three Delta members lying dead a few feet away.
That had spurred Johnny into action. Adjusting his hold on the unconscious Simon, he simply stood and carried him to the waiting helo. Holding him close to his chest, cradling Simon as if he was the most precious thing in the world. They had landed back at base nearly half an hour ago. He hadn’t said a word to Keegan, merely followed him from the tarmac to medical, again carrying Simon in his arms. It had been a war with his Alpha when Keegan had asked that Johnny step out while he checked over Simon.
“John?”
Johnny’s head snapped up to see Price standing before him. “Did you know?”
Price sighed, dropping into the chair beside him, “Yes. John, listen to me, I’ve been tellin’ Simon to tell you. He—he’s scared John. That’s all I’m sayin’ on the matter. The rest isn’ for me to tell.”
“Wh—why? Why didnae he trus’ me enough?” Johnny asked, his voice cracking.
“Son, listen to me. Trust has nothin’ to bloody do wit’ it. Again, I know the reason and I won’t betray Simon by tellin’ ya. That’s up to him.” Price said.
“Mitchel was gonna tak’ ‘im. Deliver ‘im to Makarov. One of Makarov’s men was there. He—tha motherfucker tried to COMMAND Simon. Wa’ sayin’ how Makarov wanted to break Simon. To—to—. I lost it Price. Shot him an’ before he hi’ tha ground I shot Young, Nelson, Gillis, and wounded Mitchel. Ho’ tha FUCK did Mitchel ken Simon was—” Johnny growled.
“It’s the same reason Mitchel was banned from treating ANYONE on 141. He—” Price was interrupted by the door to Simon’s room opening and Keegan stepping out.
Johnny jumped to his feet. “Ho’ is he?”
“He’s sleeping, thankfully. John, what the hell happened?” Keegan sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Johnny started pacing as he ran through what happened. How Mitchel and the Russian had all but said if Makarov got Simon he would be raped, possibly by multiple Alphas, to be broken as punishment for stopping Makarov all the times he had. Just repeating it had Johnny’s Alpha ready to rip something or someone to pieces. No. No one was going to hurt Simon. Not on Johnny’s watch. By the time Johnny finished, he saw that Keegan and Price both were the maddest he had ever seen.
“That mother fuckin’ monster.” Price growled, hard enough even Johnny and Keegan shuddered. “I’ll go alert Laswell about this. John, stay here with Simon. You told me he calms you, well, I think that goes both ways. Let me know the second he’s awake.”
“Aye sir.” Johnny nodded. Price gave him and Keegan a nod before heading off. Johnny sighed and faced the Alpha medic. “Keegan, I’m sorry fer growling at ya after Simon passed out. I—after hearing Mitchel and the Russian say what they would do—”
“John, nothing to apologize for. You were protecting Riley. I get it. And yes, I knew but I promised him I wouldn’t say anything.” Keegan said.
Something about hearing this had a feeling gnawing at Johnny’s gut. “Keegan, do ya and Price ken why Simon kept ‘is status secret?
“Yes, and it’s his story to tell.” Keegan nodded, his ice blue eyes showing sadness at not being able to say more.
“Okay, then I’ll let him tell me. Can I go in?” Johnny sighed heavily.
“Yeah. Don’t be surprised if Riley’s disoriented when he comes too. When I saw him, I’d wager everything was just too much and his mind shut down to protect him.” Keegan answered.
Johnny took a slow steadying breath. His Alpha ordering him to calm before setting foot in the room. With one last nod to Keegan, who smiled a little and returned his nod, Johnny stepped into the room. The lighting was low, a steady beeping from the heart monitor that was hooked to Simon. Moving closer, Johnny got a good look at his Lieutenant, the man he’d been falling for since they first met.
Simon lay in the bed, his chest rising and falling in sync with the monitor. He noticed that Simon’s gear had been removed, most likely by Keegan as Simon had been and still was unconscious when he had been brought in. Quietly pulling the chair by the lone window to the bedside, Johnny sat, his eyes moving to Simon’s face. The hard shell had been removed and laying on the table underneath the monitor, leaving only the cloth mask in place.
“Si, it’s Johnny.” Johnny said softly. “Yer safe now Simon. I’m here.”
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Simon’s POV
Simon groaned, eyes blinking open. He frowned. Had he just heard Johnny’s voice? He knew right away he wasn’t in his room and definitely not in his nest. The smell hit him first. It was too sterile the sheet over him too thin and scratchy. He was in medical. Then the soft smell of rain on hills. Slowly he turned his head and froze.
Johnny smiled a little, “Welcome back.”
“Jo—Johnny?” Simon spoke, his voice sounding rough.
He tried to sit up, but Johnny moved faster and stopped him, “Whoa, no, dinnae sit up. Here, let me raise the bed an’ I’ll get ya some water.”
Simon felt exhausted and slowly settled back down. As Johnny pressed the button to lift the upper part of the bed, he tried to recall what had happened. His mind felt like mush. He recalled flying out with Johnny and the six men from Delta. The building their target was in. After breaching the door with Johnny that’s where things were a bit fuzzy.
“Here.” Johnny said, holding a plastic cup with a bendy straw sticking out of the lid.
“Th—thanks.” Simon managed.
He accepted the cup and carefully took a few sips. The cool water like nirvana on his dry throat. He handed the cup back to Johnny seconds before it all came back. Mitchel. The fucking doctor exposing him. Fear shot through him as he recalled the Russian Alpha’s words again. How he talked about Makarov wanting to break him, how he would be taken against his will. Raped by the Ultranationalist and who knew who else. The Russian Alpha trying to command him. He was unable to stop the whine that escaped him.
“Hey, hey, Simon. It’s alrigh’ yer safe.” Johnny cooed.
“I—I never wanted to—I’m sorry.” Simon stammered.
This was it. Johnny knew the truth and now, everything would come crashing down. Johnny would hate him, want nothing to do with him. He would lose Johnny. Not that he ever had him.
“Sshh. Why ya sorry?” Johnny asked, projecting his scent more.
“I—I lied to you. I’m not a bloody Alpha. Nothing but a—useless Omega.” Simon said, voice barely above a whisper, head bowed, his hands clenching the scratchy bed sheets. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”
He heard Johnny sigh. Any second now Johnny was going to tell him he couldn’t trust him ever again. Except what DID happen was something Simon hadn’t been expecting. Simon’s eyes were squeezed shut just waiting for the condescending words, but as the seconds ticked by, they never came. What did come was Johnny’s scent getting closer followed by strong arms wrapping around him.
Simon froze. Wait, was Johnny hugging him. Almost fearfully, Simon opened his eyes. He saw the top of Johnny’s head where it was now resting on Simon’s shoulder. He had never heard nor felt Johnny move, but the Alpha was now sitting on the almost too small hospital bed, his arms wrapped around Simon in a sideways hug and his head on his shoulder. Simon was floored, but his Omega was all but giddy.
“Johnny?” Simon breathed.
“Simon, I didnae ken tha why tha’ had ya feelin’ ya had to keep this secret. From tha looks on Price an’ Keegan’s faces an’ words when I asked if they ken, I suspect ‘tis bad.” Johnny said softly.
“You—you’re not angry? You don’t hate me?” Simon asked, his voice wavering.
Johnny jerked back, looking at him in shock. “What? Hate ya? Oh Simon.” Johnny shifted so he was now facing him. “Why tha bleedin’ hell would I hate ya?”
Simon shivered, his nightmare a few weeks back started to creep in, but his Omega managed to force it down. “I lied to you Johnny. Let you think I was just another Alpha when, well clearly, I’m not. How are you not hurt that I kept it from you?”
“Tell me this, were ya ever gonna tell me?” Johnny questioned.
Simon slowly lifted his head and met those beautiful blue eyes. “I—I was. Was plannin’ on it, had made up my mind to talk to you this evening then Price came into my office earlier, or yesterday, hell don’t even know what day it is. Been wantin’ to tell ya for a long time now. But I’m a bloody coward, I was too scared.”
When he felt Johnny’s hands cupping his mask covered face, Simon’s body jerked. Wide eyed, he could only stare at Johnny. Johnny facing him, a soft, gentle smile on his face, cupping his face so tenderly, feeling Johnny’s thumbs brushing gentle circles over his clothed cheeks. As if Simon was made of glass and would break. Hell, he felt like he would break with the tenderness he was seeing in Johnny’s eyes.
“Si, yer many things, bu’ a coward yer not. I’m no’ hurt or angry. If I’m righ’ somethin’ happened to ya tha’ had ya hidin’ this. Tha mornin’ after we captured Graves, I ran into Price in our rec room. Tol’ him I caugh’ yer scent. He asked me if it calmed me when I was in tha start of my drop.”
“And—did it?”
“Aye, it did, more than ye ken. Simon, since Verdansk I’ve always felt calm aroun’ ya. Never ken the why of it. My Alpha just ken tha’ as long as ya were close on missions tha’ I’d be okay. Then tonight, when Mit—tha’ traitor said ye were an Omega. Things started makin’ sense. Startin’ to think my Alpha already ken. It was yellin’ at me to protect ya from them, more so after tha fuckin’ Russian started sayin’ wha’ they wanted to do to ya. I wasn’t, COUDNAE let tha’ happen.”
Simon couldn’t speak. He could only stare in awe at the only Alpha that had made his Omega cry out MINE. The look in those blue eyes was so full of emotions. Then Price’s words several weeks ago came back to him.
‘Simon have you ever noticed how the lad looks at you? I mean really paid attention. And this brings me to your concerns about letting him in. John “Soap” MacTavish looks at you like you hang the bloody fuckin’ moon.’ Simon was now seeing what Price had already seen.
“Johnny, I—I—”
“Listen ta me Simon, I ken we need ta talk. Was thinkin’ on the mission tha’ I was gonna pull ya aside. Talk ta ya in private. Ta figure ou’ why me and my Alpha always fel’ so calm an’ steady aroun’ ya. I still wanna hav’ tha’ talk an’ all bu’ I think my question has been answered.”
“How so?” Simon asked, his voice no longer shaking.
“Lik’ I said, I think my Alpha already ken ya were an Omega. Ho’ it ken, I didnae ken but sounds more solid than any other reason.” Johnny answered, still rubbing against Simon’s cheeks. “Si, leannan, le’ me grab Keegan. He agrees an’ I’ll walk ya ou’ of here back to yer room. Aye?”
Simon shifted again, took a breath, released it, then spoke. “My—nest.”
“Huh?” Johnny questioned, tilting his head.
“My room. I—I keep a permanent nest there, so I think of my room as my nest.” Simon replied shyly.
“Then yer nest it is. I’ll grab Keegan. Will ya be alrigh’ alone for a few?” Johnny smiled, lowering his hands.
Simon could only nod. Johnny patted his knee before standing and moving for the door and out of the room. Now alone Simon sighed, laying back against the bed. Was this really happening? Johnny knew the truth now and wasn’t hurt or angry with him. Simon desperately wanted to reach out to Roach for advice. He needed his fellow Omega, but what would Johnny say? Before he could think of an answer, there was soft knock before the door opened. Johnny walked in first, with Keegan right behind him.
“Welcome back Riley. How ya feelin’?” Keegan greeted.
“Honestly, head’s soup. Feel exhausted, still feelin’—scared. Even though I know I’m safe here. Still feelin’ shaky.” Simon answered honestly as Johnny retook his seat in the chair beside the bed.
“Riley, can I come closer to check you over? I don’t want to overwhelm you with what ya went through tonight.” Keegan asked.
Simon nodded. As Keegan moved closer, he heard a low protective growl. His head turned to look at Johnny who had his eyes locked on Keegan. He wanted to melt at the protective gesture but scoffed instead. “Johnny, it’salright. Keegan won’t hurt me.”
“Shit. Sorry Keegan.” Johnny grumbled, letting out a breath looking slightly embarrassed.
Keegan chuckled as he slipped the ends of the stethoscope in his ears. “No harm no foul.” The room was silent except for the beeping of the monitor as Keegan listened to Simon’s heartbeat and breathing. Righting himself, he slipped the stethoscope back around his neck. “Everything sounds good. John told me you’d like to go to your room, sorry your nest.”
“Yes. I hate medical, makes my skin crawl.” Simon nodded. “More now after—what happened out there.”
“Understandable. Alright then. I’ll get the paperwork and let Price know you’re awake. I’ll also tell Price to hold off talkin’ to you until tomorrow. John, you’ll walk him back, right?” Keegan agreed.
“Aye.” Johnny replied.
“Um, this may sound stupid, but what time is it?” Simon inquired.
Keegan chuffed, “Not stupid. It’s 23:30. You left base at 18:45, I followed on the second helo at 19:00. We got you back at 19:45.”
“Oh.” Simon said, surprised it was only a few hours.
“Just sit tight and I’ll be back with your discharge papers.” Keegan explained, squeezing Simon’s shoulder.
Once Keegan left, Simon turned and looked at Johnny. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. As if sensing Simon needed something, he felt Johnny’s hand on his wrist right over his pulse point. The contact was soothing.
“What is it Si?” Johnny pushed gently.
“Can you—text Roach? I think—no I know I’m gonna need him tonight. I—I’m sorry Johnny, but he has been helpin’ me. With my Omega and there’s a—” Simon started rambling.
Johnny released his wrist to lay a finger over where he figured Simon’s mouth was under the mask. “Sshh, ya didnae need to explain. I ken wha’ ya mean. My mam’s an Omega as is my sister, Hailey. I ken Omegas need each other in times lik’ this. Aye, I’ll text him now so he’s waitin’.”
“Thank you, Johnny. You’re right, we do need to talk. Tomorrow?” Simon asked, hearing the hopefulness in his tone.
“Aye, tomorrow after ya rest.” Johnny agreed with a soft smile.
Chapter 8: Chapter 8
Chapter Text
Chapter 8
Johnny’s POV
After Simon signed the discharge papers, Johnny helped him stand, and after bidding Keegan good night, they left. Keegan made Simon promise to call or text him if he needed anything. Simon said he would. Before they left, Simon ducked into the bathroom to splash some water on his face and just collect himself Johnny knew. Once the bathroom door closed, Johnny faced Keegan.
“Simon tol’ me ta text Roach. Ta tell ‘im, Simon would need him tonight. I did while we were waitin’ fer ya to ge’ tha papers. Roach said he’d be waitin’.” Johnny said quietly.
“Good. Simon and Roach have both confided in me they’ve been bonding as Omegas. When Roach told me, I was relieved.” Keegan nodded.
“Why do I ge’ tha feelin’ Simon’s no’ had Omegan connections before Roach?” Johnny asked, looking at the still closed bathroom door, his Alpha aching for Simon if that were true.
“Because until Roach, he hasn’t. John, listen to me, be patient with Riley. He’s been worried about tellin’ you this and your reaction.” Keegan answered.
“Aye, I’m gettin’ tha sense. I promise Keegan, I’ll be patient.” Johnny replied seconds before the door opened and Simon stepped out. Johnny nodded to Keegan and moved to Simon. He saw that the Alp—no Omega, had washed off the eye black from his face. “Ya ready ta go Si?”
“Yeah.” Simon said, his voice low and almost nervous.
Johnny didn’t say anything else. He simply slipped an arm around Simon’s waist and gently led them from the room. Neither said a word as they left the silent medical building and stepped into the cool night. As they moved, Johnny and his Alpha paid extra close attention to Simon. He was glad that Keegan had stripped Simon’s tac gear and had given the gear to Price get it to Simon’s nest.
Johnny was still concerned with how slow and slightly unsteady Simon’s movements were even without the extra weight of gear. As they walked across the open yard between medical and 141’s building, Johnny kept releasing his scent low but constant as it seemed to calm the older Omega. There was so much he wanted to say, but knew Simon wasn’t in the right frame of mind to hear them. No, they would talk tomorrow after Simon had rested and hopefully was more stable.
About ten feet from the 141 building, Simon stumbled and would have collapsed if not for Johnny holding him. “Whoa, hey, talk ta me Simon. Ya alright?”
“Legs feel like fuckin’ jelly.” Simon breathed, clinging to Johnny to stay upright.
“Okay, here—” Johnny said, stopping them and shifting himself so he was now behind Simon. Without a second thought, Johnny shifted and sweeping Simon up into his arms. “Pu’ yer arms aroun’ my neck. Tha’s it. I’ve got ya Simon.”
Simon let out a whimper that seemed half embarrassed and half scared as he did what Johnny told him and slid his arms around his neck. Johnny felt Simon all but bury his masked face in the crook of his neck. He had never been more thankful for his Alpha strength than he was in that moment.
“Sshh, it’s alrigh’ leannan. Yer safe. Roach is waitin’ fer us. I’ve got ya. Get yer keys ou’. Tha’s it.” Johhny praised quietly when Simon managed to pull his keys from his pocket while Johnny moved for the doors. “Ye’ll be in yer nest soon. Safe and warm with Roach.”
“Johnny.” Simon sighed, all but nuzzling against Johnny’s neck.
“I’m here. Almos’ there.” Johnny whispered, getting the door open and heading for the barracks wing.
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Roach’s POV
Roach was in his nest reading when the text came through nearly half an hour ago.
🧼: Meet us at Simon’s room. Now.
🪳: On my way. Is everything okay?
🧼: Just meet us there and I’ll explain.
Roach didn’t even hesitate. He jumped out of his nest, pulled on his trainers and bolted from his room. He skidded to a halt outside of Simon’s room and took several deep breaths to calm himself. Something had to have happened on the mission that Simon and John had gone on a few hours ago. Yet, why was John texting him specifically and telling him to meet at Simon’s door?
Roach was trying to not let his imagination run wild. But one thing was still bugging him. Why had it been John who texted him and not Simon? As much as Roach wanted to pace, he fought the urge. His Omega was equally curious and worried. Then a stray thought popped in. Did John somehow find out about Simon being and Omega and Simon told him about he and Roach? That possibility seemed likely except for John finding out about Simon’s status.
Roach turned his head just as John rounded the corner. What had fear building was the fact that John was CARRYING Simon. Roach pushed off the wall and hurried over. “Oh shit, John what—”
“Tak’ ‘is keys. I’ll explain inside.” Johnny said. “In his righ’ hand.”
Roach reached over and with no resistance, pulled they keys from Simon’s hand. Leading the way, Roach moved back to Simon’s door. After a few tries, he finally found the right key and unlocked the door, holding it open for Johnny to enter. After Johnny passed him, Roach quickly closed the door. He turned and studied Johnny cradling Simon so securely as he neared the nest. Roach couldn’t help but smile as Johnny gently, oh so gently, lay Simon in the center of the nest after he somehow managed to get Simon’s boots off.
Roach stood there just watching the softness that Johnny was showing Simon. His heart broke at how Simon curled onto his side facing the wall, trying to make himself as small as he could. He saw Johnny whisper something to the older Omega who nodded, before running a hand tenderly over Simon’s head. Johnny moved away and turned facing Roach.
Roach tilted his head toward the door. He and Johnny stepped out in the hall, with Roach keeping the door cracked enough so he had full few of Simon. “John, what happened?”
“I didnae ken wha’ I can or cannae tell ya Roach. Let’s jus’ say Simon was exposed as an Omega. Righ’ in fron’ of me. He and his Omega became so overwhelmed he started hyperventilating an’ passed ou’. Fuck, he wa’ so scared. Seemed ta think I woul’ hate him because he didnae tell me.” Johnny explained, running a hand through his hair.
“Shit.” Roach hissed, looking back at Simon in the nest. He saw Simon had quietly stripped off his clothes, except for his boxers, mask, and undershirt, which were now piled on the floor, and had pulled one of the blankets around him. “He’s been so worried about you finding out. I think he’d finally made up his mind on whether to tell you.”
“Aye, he sai’ he was gonna tell me this evenin’, but Price had us goin’ on this mission and—anyway. He tol’ me we’d talk tomorrow. Also, sai’ how he’d need ya tonight.” Johnny said.
“I promise John, I’ll stay with him. I’ll take care of him and tomorrow you two need to talk.” Roach replied, turning to face Johnny.
Johnny’s eyes met his. The Alpha’s head tilted to the side. “Wha’ is it Roach? Ya ken somethin’.”
“I have a theory and have shared it with Simon. It will be up to him if he tells you. If I’m right, it’s not a bad thing. Just—when you and he talk tomorrow, don’t push. Let him tell you in his own way, his own time. I like you John, but I swear, if you hurt him, you’ll see first-hand what a protective Omega can do. You understand?” Roach growled, well, as close to a growl as most Omegas could.
“Hurt him?” Johnny gaped eyes wide. “I wouldnae EVER hurt Simon. I promise, I willnae push him. Jus’—jus’ text me when he wakes up. I’ll leave ya ta take care of him. If ye or Simon need anything, ANYTHING at all, call me immediately. Aye?”
Roach studied Johnny, studied his blue eyes so full of concern for not just Simon but because of what he had just said. “Okay. You should get some rest too John. You look completely exhausted. I’ll text ya once he’s more himself in the morning.”
“Thank ya. Fer—well, he tol’ me ye’ve been helpin’ him wit’ his Omega. I’m glad he’s go’ someone to. Tell Si, goodnigh’ fer me an’ I’ll see ‘im in tha mornin’. He can choose where an’ when.” Johnny sighed.
“I’ll tell him, and you never have to thank me, John.” Roach nodded, smiling softly.
Johnny nodded, patted his shoulder before heading down the corridor for his den. Roach turned and re-entered Simon’s room. He quietly closed and locked the door. As he neared the nest, he heard it. The barely audible sniffles and whimpers. Kicking off his trainers, Roach got closer.
“Si, can I enter your nest?” Roach asked quietly, despite having already been invited in by Simon he also knew he needed to make sure. Especially with the state he was currently in.
“Ye—yes. Please. Please.” Simon all but begged.
That was all Roach needed to hear. He quickly slipped in behind Simon. When Simon rolled over to face Roach, he wrapped his arms around the smaller Omega while yanking his mask off and burying his face against Roach. Roach slowly started running his hand over Simon’s dirty blond hair.
“Sshh, sshh. You’re alright. I’ve got you Simon. It’s alright. I told John I’d stay here with you. You’re not alone. You’re safe here in your nest.”
“Ga—Gary, I—I didn’ wan’—him to find out—like this.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Thought—he was gonna—hate me.”
“But he didn’t. Si, John’s worried about you. I don’t know what happened tonight and—no, no, you don’t have to tell me. If you feel, after you talk with John tomorrow that you want or need to tell me, just make sure you clear it with Price. Okay?”
“O—okay. So—tired.”
Roach shifted a little, so he was now laying down but still holding Simon close. “Then sleep Simon. I’m not leaving you. Just rest now. John told me to tell you good night and he’ll see ya tomorrow. Whenever and wherever you want to meet. Everything will be alright in the morning.”
Simon’s whimpers and sniffles began to fade as Roach let his scent envelope them both. He began purring low and soft, scratching Simon’s head. In almost no time, he felt the other Omega relax and his breathing even out. A brief glance down he saw the only part of Simon’s face he could see was part of his nose and his eyes, the rest all but buried in Roach’s chest. Simon’s eyes were closed and the skin around them seemed relaxed. Simon was asleep. Roach tucked the soft blanket Simon had wrapped around himself more securely. He smiled a little when Simon sighed and relaxed even further. Roach lay there continuing to purr and run his fingers through Simon’s hair, listening to the man’s breathing.
‘What the hell happened tonight? How was Simon’s Omega exposed and what has him so scared? It’s more than just this happening in front of John.’ Roach wondered as his eyes started drifting closed.
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Simon’s POV
Simon came awake slowly. He noticed a few things all at once. One, he was in his nest. Two, he wasn’t alone. Three, he recognized the soft berries and cream scent of Roach. Blinking he saw the sun was up and shining through the window. His mind was still a bit fuzzy, but he recalled the events of the night before. His hand shifted and he found his mask and tugged it on.
“Simon?” Roach’s spoke, his voice sounding groggy from sleep.
“Yeah.” Simon said.
Simon felt Roach shift from beneath him, so they were now laying side-by-side facing each other. “How ya feeling big guy?”
“Wrung out honestly Bug.” Simon answered quietly.
“I imagine considering the state you were in when John brought you here last night. And no, he didn’t tell me much. All he did say was you had been outed as an Omega in front of him and basically shut down. I told him I’d stay with ya and if Price gave the okay, you or he could fill me in. If you wanted to.” Roach replied.
Simon sighed heavily, his eyes closing. “It was awful. Everything felt—too much too fast. I passed out and when I woke up, I was in medical with Johnny at my side.”
Roach moved closer and hugged him, “Oh Simon.”
“When it all came back—Bug I was so scared. Was waiting for him to yell or say something condescending. But it never happened. He—he just sat on the bed and hugged me. He seemed shocked when I asked why he wasn’t mad or hurt.” Simon explained still surprised at that.
“I told you he wouldn’t.” Roach smirked.
Simon huffed, “Yeah, yeah, so you were right.”
Roach half laughed; half chirped. “Usually am.”
“Smart ass.” Simon grumbled but still smiled.
Roach shrugged and giggled, “You think you’re good to stand and grab a shower? Might help clear your head more.”
“Think so.” Simon nodded.
Roach sat up first and helped Simon sit up as well. Slowly, Simon eased out of the nest with Roach right behind him. After a few moments Simon felt himself become steadier. He moved to his dresser and grabbed a set of clean clothes and clean mask, while he heard Roach behind him gathering up the gear and clothes from the previous night’s mission. He had no idea how his gear even got here. Price maybe?
“You grab a shower. I’ll drop these in your hamper before I head to my own nest. Text me when you’re done, and we can head to the kitchen for some food. Yeah?” Roach said.
“Yeah. Gary, thank you. For—” Simon began but was cut off.
“Simon, like I told Johnny last night, you never have to thank me. You’re my brother Omega. I’ll always be here for you when you need me. Now go shower and text me when your done so we can go get some food in you.” Roach smiled, purring a little.
Simon nodded. After a short hug, Roach turned to leave while Simon headed for the bathroom. His first step was turning on the shower so it could warm up. While it did, he stripped what clothes he still wore, all but yanking his mask off. He would need to wash it; it was saturated with the smell of his distress from the night before. Naked, he stepped into the shower and as the hot water rained down on him, the last bit of tension seemed to sluice off him and swirl down the drain with the water.
As he washed his hair and body, he replayed his interaction with Johnny the night before. The way Johnny had not only hugged and comforted him but still wanted to be around him. Simon still couldn’t believe it. Then he glanced down and spotted one of the patches on his left wrist. Simon stood there just staring down at the flesh-colored patch. Taking a breath, Simon quickly peeled it off his scent gland there. Not bothering to talk himself out of it, he made quick work of the patch on his other wrist followed by the ones on his neck.
For the first time in nearly a decade, his scent filled the air. It had been so long since he’d smelled his own honey and lavender scent fully it almost shocked him. Simon turned off the shower and grabbed the towel he had hung up. Once dried off, he redressed, brushed his teeth, before re-entering the main room for a fresh mask. Simon moved to grab his phone off the nightstand and found three texts. One from Price, one from Roach, and one from Johnny. He sat in his nest and opened the one from Price first.
💰: Just checkin’ in with you. Let me know if you’re alright.
💀: I’m doin’ alright Price. Still feelin’ a bit off after what happened, but I’m meeting with Johnny later and we’re gonna talk. Also, I removed my patches.
Simon then moved onto Roach’s text after receiving an ‘understood.’ From Price.
🪳: Just finished up. Let me know when you’re done.
💀: Same. Give me five. Found a text from Price and Johnny along with yours. Texted Price. Let me text Johnny back and I’ll be ready.
🪳: Then see ya in 5.
Simon took a slow breath before he opened the text from Johnny.
🧼: Good mornin’, Si. Roach texted me a little bit ago tellin’ me you were awake. Hope you were able to rest last night. I’m free all day so when you’re ready to meet and talk, just let me know when and where. Not gonna lie Simon, I was worried when I left your nest last night, even knowin’ Roach was with you. Please let me know you’re doin’ better now.
Simon’s heart skipped at reading the text. He could all but hear Johnny’s voice as he read the words the Scot had sent. Felt the concern in them. He started typing, erased it, then started again, finally satisfied with his response.
💀: Good mornin’, Johnny. I’m feelin’—steadier than I was last night. I’m meeting Roach in a few for breakfast in the 141 kitchen. I don’t think I can handle anyone not on the team today. As for us meeting—this might sound silly, but could we meet at my room/nest. For this conversation I know I need to be somewhere I feel grounded and it’s where I feel that the most. If you’re uncomfortable with that, we can meet somewhere else. Let me know.
🧼: Absolutely, we can meet at yer nest if tha’s wha’ ya need. Jus’ text me when yer done.
💀: I will.
Simon closed his phone before pulling on his boots. Standing, he moved to his door and stepped outside just as he heard Roach exiting his. Roach approached him, smiling. Simon nodded and before he could say a word, he watched Roach stop and look at him wide-eyed. Simon shifted, knowing the other Omega had just caught his scent.
“You—you’re not wearing—” Roach gaped as he moved closer.
“Yeah. I don’t know why I removed them, but—I think my Omega decided if I’m gonna have this conversation with Johnny, I needed to be me. All of me.” Simon said, hearing the nervousness in his voice. “Guess it’s tired of me being a pussy about all this.”
Roach slipped his arm around his waist, while Simon slipped his around Roach’s shoulders, snickering a little. “Simon, I think you’re way over thinking this with John. If he had an issue with you being an Omega, I think it would have shown last night. All I saw when I saw him carrying you and after he put you in your nest, was the look of a protective and concerned Alpha. He cares about you, honestly saw it before whatever happened last night.”
Simon said nothing but offered a weak smile as they started walking for the 141 rec room/kitchen. Simon thought about what Roach had just said, adding to the past conversations with Price in regard to him not telling Johnny. A few times Price had hinted that Johnny liked him, had all but said it the day the two of them had lunch in Price’s office and the patches failed the first time with Price. Had Simon really missed this? That maybe, just maybe, Johnny liked him.
They entered the rec room/kitchen and Simon froze. It wasn’t empty. Gaz and Price both were sitting in the two armchairs talking. Panic started creeping in as Simon watched Gaz stop mid-sentence and his brow furrow. The Beta’s head turned, and he studied Simon and Roach. Realization flashed across his face. Simon forced himself to move when he felt Roach gently urging him further.
“Morning Price. Gaz.” Simon greeted quietly.
Gaz smiled gently, “Well, guess I was right.”
“Huh?” Simon asked, dumbfounded.
“Ghost, for the better part of a year now I’ve started to wonder if you were in fact an Alpha. It wasn’t anything—specific per se. Just more a gut feeling. Like how ya always wore patches, never seemed to take rut leave when Price and Tav did and even if you deny it, you’re protective of everyone under you. Small things, but enough for me to start to wonder.” Gaz explained.
Simon sighed, “Gaz, I’m sorry. I—”
Gaz lifted a hand to stop him, “Ghost, you had your reasons for not tellin’ me or Tav. The fact that, obviously, you’re not wearing patches means something happened. Before you two came in, Price was tellin’ me how, if you agreed, he wanted to fill the rest of us in about whatever happened last night on that mission you and Tav went on.”
Simon looked sharply towards Price. “Simon, I think it would be in the team’s interest, and yours, that they know what happened. Laswell will be here sometime today to interrogate the target you and John brought back. The decision is yours son.”
“Let me—let me get through my meeting after breakfast first Price. Then I’ll give my answer.” Simon replied, giving Price a meaningful look.
“Done.” Price agreed, understanding.
“If you’re lookin’ for food, made a fresh batch of muffins, American muffins I mean. Keegan mentioned something the other day, so I found a recipe for a strawberry muffins. There’s also fresh coffee and the kettle should still be hot.” Gaz added.
“Simon, why don’t you sit down, and I’ll grab ya a muffin and fix yer tea. Yeah?” Roach said.
“Thanks.” Simon nodded. As Roach walked away, Simon looked at Price. “Did you bring my gear to—”
“I did. After Keegan got you settled, he stripped it off and texted me after I left. I came back for it while you were still out, and John was sitting with you.” Price nodded.
“Thank you.” Simon said.
“You don’t have to thank me son. I’m here for you, whenever and however you need me.” Price smiled.
“Same with me Ghost. We’re all here for you.” Gaz added, patting Simon’s arm.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny looked up from his sketch book when his phone dinged. Grabbing it, he smiled seeing it was from Simon. He read the message three times just to be sure he was reading it right. Simon still wanted to meet and talk, but even more surprising was that he wanted the conversation to take place in his private nest. Johnny knew that Omegas could be very protective of their nests, and it was a privilege for an Alpha to be invited there.
Sure, Johnny knew that Simon meant his room and not the actual nest, nest, but still. The fact that Simon was asking to have the conversation in his personal space had Johnny and his Alpha feeling warm and even more protective of Simon. Smiling, he quickly replied to Simon agreeing to meet. The current text from Simon suggested they meet in about an hour. Johnny answered back almost immediately agreeing.
After getting the confirmation that Simon would be there, Johnny sat his phone aside and lay back against the headboard and pillows he had placed behind his back and head. His sketch book laying open and all but ignored at the moment as Johnny began thinking. His mind replayed all his interactions with Simon since the day, well night in their case, they had met.
Sure, they had met ever so briefly on that helo in Verdansk where they had caught Makarov the first time, but they hadn’t worked together or really talked on that mission. Johnny had been with Price and Simon had been solo. Johnny’s brow furrowed as he recalled one thing that had happened on that helo. His Alpha’s reaction. Things were tense on the helo, so he didn’t give it much thought at the time.
He did now, however. As brief as the reaction had been in Verdansk, it was a hundred times stronger the night of that first mission he was paired with Simon. Johnny had hopped down from the truck and as the Marines he had rode in with headed for the helo, he had turned and began approaching the masked man walking his direction. His Alpha had snapped to attention, all but growling, but not in challenge.
Oh no, his Alpha’s behavior was something Johnny had never felt. Looking at Simon, the man exuding Alpha with a capital ‘A’, his Alpha didn’t seem to register that. Nope, his Alpha was growling ‘MINE. OURS.’ He hadn’tunderstood the visceral reaction that night. Hell, if he was honest, he still didn’t. His Alpha seemed to know what was going on but was refusing to let Johnny in on the secret. Then he recalled Roach’s soft words from the night before.
“Wha’ is it Roach? Ya ken somethin’.”
“I have a theory and have shared it with Simon. It will be up to him if he tells you. If I’m right, it’s not a bad thing. Just—when you and he talk tomorrow, don’t push. Let him tell you in his own way, his own time. I like you John, but I swear, if you hurt him, you’ll see first-hand what a protective Omega can do. You understand?”
Johnny had been both shocked and horrified at the mere IDEA of ever hurting Simon. Seeing and hearing the Omegan equivalent of a challenge, that low, deep, warning hiss from Roach, told Johnny more than Roach realized. Two things actually. One, the bond between the two Omegas was very much solidified and Roach would fight to the death to protect his fellow Omega. Two, and this was what had Johnny not just worried, but angry, that someone, maybe even multiple someones had HURT Simon. Hurt him enough that he had to protect himself however he could, even if that meant hiding, he was an Omega.
Johnny closed his eyes and took several slow breaths. He needed to calm himself and his Alpha down before meeting with Simon. His gut was telling him this was going to be an emotional meeting, more so for Simon. He only hoped that Simon would trust him enough to let him in. To let him help however Simon needed. Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand, he saw the time. Making a quick decision, Johnny closed his sketch book, sat it back on his nightstand before slipping off the bed.
He grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the shower. He wanted Simon to be calm around him, especially in his own space. Johnny quickly and methodically washed, taking a few extra minutes with his hair, which had grown out a little, but for the moment was letting it. Stepping out of the shower, drying off, he slung the towel around his waist.
Reaching into the cabinet under the sink, he pulled out his hair dryer. Halfway through styling his now dry hair, Johnny realized what he was doing. He was grooming; making sure he looked good for Simon, for his Simon. Johnny let himself smile softly at that thought. He was going through all this, the second shower, the extra care of washing, drying, and styling his hair. Knew already what he was going to wear; he was just glad they were clean.
He had worn the jeans and soft Henley around Simon once and hadn’t missed the feel of Simon’s eyes on him. The jeans were a dark denim and fit Johnny perfectly. The Henley sweater he would pull on over a simple white t-shirt was soft. It had been a birthday gift from his mam, and like all clothing gifts she got for him, softness was a priority. It was an emerald green that reminded Johnny of the hills of Scotland. Finishing with his hair, he stepped out of the bathroom and moved to his bed where the clothes were laid out.
Johnny stepped into his boxers, tugged on the jeans, then pulled the Henley in place, before he sat on the edge of his bed to tug on his socks and boots. Finally, he stood and moved to stand in front of the mirror he had hanging on the bathroom door and studied himself. He and his Alpha thought he looked good. But his opinion didn’t matter, no the only opinion that matter when he stepped out of his den would be Simon’s. With one last glance at the clock, he saw it was time to go. Scooping his keys off his nightstand, Johnny left his den and made his way, four doors down the corridor, and stopped right in front of Simon’s door.
Chapter 9: Chapter 9
Notes:
CW: There’s depictions of abuse and mentions of homophobia. The abuse part is the same that was mentioned in Chapter 3 where Simon tell Keegan about his first heat .
Chapter Text
Chapter 9
Simon’s POV
Simon walked back with Roach. He felt a bit better now that Gaz and Johnny knew the truth. That was one weight off his shoulders. Now he just had to get through this conversation with Johnny. He knew he would tell him about his home life as a pup but wasn’t sure what else. Would or should he tell him about Mitchel, why the doctor was banned from treating anyone on 141? What had more than likely led to the Alpha turning traitor. And what about Roach’s theory of him and Johnny being soulmates?
“Simon, what is it? Roach asked softly.
“What all do I tell him?” Simon sighed.
Roach stopped them just before they entered the barracks corridor. “Si, you tell him whatever you feel comfortable with telling him. If you think it’s too much or too soon to mention the theory I told you about, then tell him and save it for another time. I did mention it last night when he asked if I knew something. All I told him was I had a theory, and it would be up to YOU if you told him. I also may or may not have threatened him if he hurt you.”
“Roach!” Simon exclaimed half in amusement and half in shock.
“You’re my brother Omega and I protect what’s mine. I will say he looked horrified at the idea of him hurting you, so I don’t think you have to worry about me following through on it.” Roach shrugged.
Simon shook his head and found himself pulling Roach into a hug. “You’re somethin’ else Bug. Thank you.”
Roach chirped happily and returned the hug. “You’re welcome. Now, do you need me to walk the rest of the way or are you good?”
“No, I’m good now. Thanks. I’ll, um, text ya after. If this conversation goes good, I’ll give Price the green light and he’ll no doubt want to fill you and Gaz in sooner rather than later. I’m sure Keegan knows the gist of what happened seein’ as he was there to a point.” Simon replied.
“Alright. You’ve got this Simon. Just be honest with John. Yeah?” Roach nodded.
“I will.” Simon said.
Roach gave him a short hug and a trill of encouragement before turning and heading back the way they came. Taking a slow breath, Simon continued on towards his room, his nest to wait for Johnny. He entered his room and a glance at his bedside clock showed he had about ten minutes. Knowing Johnny as well as he did, he knew he would be there soon, probably early.
Simon moved around the space, making sure nothing was out of place. The clothes from the mission the night before were the only things in his hamper, which he shoved into the bathroom before closing the door. With the main room back in order, Simon moved to his bed. The nest luckily didn’t have the smell of the distress from when he was brought back. He quickly fixed the edges of his nest before, as if an after-thought, scented the blankets and pillows. His Omega seemed to calm at that. No, calm wasn’t the right word, more like his Omega was relieved.
Relieved that now his team knew the truth and not a single one of them was mad or angry, that the 141 had his back. He felt that when he and Roach had left the rec room, felt it in the smile Gaz had given him when he told Simon he understood that he had his reasons for keeping his Omega from the Beta. Simon had just finished working on the nest when there was a knock on the door.
Simon took a fortifying breath before turning to the move towards the door. He opened it and found his Johnny standing there. Damn, he looked and smelled so good. The Alpha’s scent was soft, as if only meant for him. Then Simon saw what he was wearing. The Henley sweater he loved seeing on the Scottish Alpha, with those jeans that fit him perfectly. He’d only seen Johnny wear this ensemble once, but the image had been seared into his mind.
“Hi Johnny.” Simon greeted, his voice sounding almost airy to his ears.
“Hi Simon.” Johnny smiled.
“Um, come in.” Simon managed, stepping aside so the Alpha could enter.
As Johnny moved past him, the Alpha stopped. Simon felt his eyes widen as Johnny’s eyes closed and he breathed in deep. The low noise Johnny made had Simon shiver. The sound of a very pleased Alpha. Johnny’s blue eyes opened and locked onto him. Simon swallowed at the look in those ocean blue depths. A look that made his Omega all but whimper with want. Simon however, remained silent watching Johnny look him up and down before their eyes locked and held again.
“I tol’ ya before ya smelled good. Ya smell even better no’ tha’ I can—Simon, did ya take yer patches off for me?” Johnny asked, eyes wide in surprise.
Not taking his eyes off Johnny’s, Simon let the door close behind them. “I—Johnny, I knew if we were gonna have this talk, I needed to be me. That’s why I asked to meet here.”
Johnny smiled, turning to fully face him. When he reached up, his hand paused near his clothed cheek. Those blue eyes silently asking permission. Simon nodded. With the weight of Johnny’s hand cupping his cheek, Simon couldn’t stop the shiver or the barely audible whimper that escaped him.
“I’m glad ya trus’ me enough. To let me here, in yer nest, to be near ya. The real YOU.” Johnny praised, his thumb brushing gentle circles over the mask.
“I do trust you, Johnny. Have since the night you said you’d save me a seat.” Simon admitted.
As much as Simon wanted almost desperately to cover Johnny’s hand with his own, he resisted it. His Omega however was all but begging him to reach up and touch their Alpha. No, Simon wouldn’t give in. He and Johnny needed to have this long overdue talk first. After, the proverbial ball would be in Johnny’s court. Almost like Johnny could sense where Simon’s thoughts were, he slowly lowered his hand. Simon felt the loss instantly.
“Si, we need to talk.” Johnny said softly.
Simon sighed and nodded. He moved to his nest while Johnny moved to pull Simon’s desk chair near the bed. Slipping into his nest and unconsciously pulled the body pillow into his arms, hugging it. Lifting his eyes to Johnny, he was expecting to see a look that the Alpha found this pathetic. No, Johnny only looked at him with that calm, gentle smile. Waiting for Simon to begin.
“I guess you’re wondering why I kept this secret.” Simon began.
“Aye, am a tad curious.” Johnny nodded.
“I presented at thirteen. To say my dad was—displeased is an understatement. Mum wasn’t much better. She’s a Beta and he’s an Alpha. Dad was a drunk and an asshole. He—he beat me that night. He was so furious I was an Omega. Was pretty sure he was gonna kill me. The next year when my first heat hit. Got thrown in the basement, a bare mattress, a dented bucket for my bodily needs, and barely enough food and water for a week.” Simon spoke, eyes shifting downward.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny jerked up in the chair, his spine snapping straight as he heard Simon speak. His Alpha all but roared in anger and pain for what Simon had just told him. Johnny couldn’t comprehend how parents could do something so cruel and heartless to their own pup. He recalled his own first rut and knew how painful it was for him. He’d overheard his mam explaining to Haliey what her first heat would be like, and he’d been scared for his sister despite the reassurances from their mam that she would be okay.
“Steamin’ Jesus.” Johnny breathed.
“I was so scared. Cold, yet the fever was so hot I thought I was gonna burn from the inside out. The cramps were so painful. I curled up into a ball, hoping it would help but it didn’t. Nothing did. Then—then I started slicking up and the pain and fever seemed to escalate. I had no idea what to do. After the second day, something in me seemed to kick online. I know now, it was my Omega. Once I more or less let it take over, things—I don’t want to say got better, but I managed to make it through.
“After a week the basement door opened, and my mum came down. She looked down at me, curled into a ball on that filthy bare mattress. The look she gave was so cold. Ordered me to get upstairs and clean myself up. I was so weak; I nearly fell down the stairs. How I got upstairs and to the bathroom I’ll never know. I showered thoroughly; the water as hot as it would go. I scrubbed at my skin almost raw.” Simon continued, shivering as if reliving that moment again.
“Oh Simon.” Johnny whispered.
He started to reach out towards the Omega, but one look at Simon stopped him. Simon wasn’t even looking at him, just staring down at the pillow he was now clutching for dear life to his chest. Shifting a little, he caught a glimpse of those bourbon-colored eyes. They looked almost glazed over, a faraway stare. Then the scent in the air shifted. Once more, Johnny caught the hint of burning plants and honey. His Alpha whined at the sudden change, pleading with Johnny to make it better.
“Simon, look at me. Please.” Johnny whispered, shifting out of the chair and kneeling on the floor near the bed. Slowly, Simon’s head lifted a little and their eyes met. “There ya are. Yer safe now Simon. Yer no’ there anymore.”
“After—after that first heat—I swore to myself I would not let my Omega be beat down. It had saved me. Was more determined after I saw dad lighting the mattress from the basement on fire in the backyard. I started—working out more. Training myself to physically protect myself and my Omega. Boxing, mixed martial arts, anything I could do for cheap or free. Joined online forums for Omegas. Studied and read everything I could find on Omegas and Omegan history. By the time I turned fifteen, I hit some kind of, I don’t know, a growth spike. I was not only stronger because of working out, but I was bigger. Almost as big and tall as I am now. The growth spike also triggered my second heat, but I managed to take some money from my dad while he was passed out. Spent that heat at a nearby shelter with heat and rut rooms. I was much better prepared, but it was still rough. My family didn’t seem to either notice or care I was gone for a week.”
It was taking everything in Johnny not to just pull Simon into his arms. To tell him to stop, that he didn’t need to hear anymore. Yet, he knew that Simon was trusting him and that something in Johnny felt Simon NEEDED to tell him this. As if it was Simon’s way of explaining things. So, Johnny sat stiff and silent as Simon continued.
“By then my little brother, Tommy, had presented. He was an Alpha. Not long after Tommy presented, dad tried to beat me again. He was gonna have Tommy do the same. He was thirteen and I could tell he didn’t want to, but he was scared of our dad and didn’t really comprehend what kind of monster our dad was. By then, I wasn’t scared of our dad. Not anymore. I fought back, broke his arm and a few ribs. That was the last time he ever laid a hand on me. He was too embarrassed at being beaten by his Omega son; he never reported me. He, they all pretty much left me alone. I joined the Army at seventeen. Haven’t seen or spoken to my parents since.” Simon fell silent.
“Such a good Omega, Simon. Protecting yourself from being hurt again. I’m glad you didnae le’ tha bastard hurt ya again. Such a strong Omega.” Johnny smiled, wanting to just pull Simon into his arms.
The questioning almost sad whimper that Simon let out had Johnny’s heart cracking. His next words however, had his heart breaking. “What? Johnny, I’m not—a good Omega. I’m an abomination of an Omega.”
Before Johnny even realized it, his Alpha was pushing forward. “Who told ya this? Who called ya an abomination?”
Simon’s eyes widened at the low growl in Johnny’s tone. “I—I don’t look or act like other Omegas. I’m not soft, delicate. I—”
“Simon, may I enter your nest?” Johnny all but demanded. The need to hold Simon couldn’t be containedanymore. Simon nodded. “No, I need yer words, Omega.”
“Y—yes Alpha. You can enter my nest.” Simon stammered, eyes widening at his sharp tone.
Before Simon even finished giving his consent, Johhny had shed his boots and mindful of the walls of the carefully constructed nest, Johnny climbed in and didn’t hesitate to pull Simon, pillow and all, into his arms. He frowned feeling his Simon trembling. Johnny’s arms tightened a little more, letting his scent fill the air of the room. Projecting SafeCalmWanted. In his arms, Simon shifted, but only to move the pillow from between them to lay it to the side and out of the way. Feeling Simon’s arms hesitantly wrap around him and shuffle as close as he could seemed to sooth Johnny a little. But he and his Alpha wanted Simon closer.
Johnny arranged himself and easily moved Simon from sitting beside him to sitting sideways in his lap. Just like the previous night, Johnny felt Simon press his face, mask and all, against Johnny’s neck. Right near his scent gland. Johnny tilted his head, keeping the contact, but gently lay his head atop Simon’s.
“Simon, listen to me, yer NOT an abomination. Yer the Omega that yer meant to be. Strong, perfect ta protect no’ jus’ yerself, but our team. Yer brillian’ on tha field, makin’ sure we all make it back. Loyal beyon’ all doubt. I ken ya may come off as cold an’ unfeelin’ ta people who didnae ken ya, bu’ I ken yer anythin’ bu’. Ya care ‘bout the team, jus’ show it in yer own way.” Johnny said, running a hand up and down Simon’s back.
“Roach said something similar.” Simon mumbled.
“An’ he’s righ’.” Johnny smiled.
“I—I’ve spent so long protecting myself from others. First from my mum and dad, then from others who viewed Omegas as weak and beneath them once I joined up. I—I haven’t told you why my dad tried to beat me that last time.” Simon sighed, his voice wavering.
“Si, ya don’—”
“It was because he found out I’m gay. He caught me kissing a classmate I liked. He was a Beta. I was actually considering telling him that I was an Omega, but my dad caught us kissing when he had walked home with me one day. My old man was furious. The kid ran off. Found out the next day at school he transferred, never saw him again. Didn’tget any easier once I joined the Army. Trying to keep my status to myself so I could have a fair shake and all.” Simon finished his tale on a whisper.
“Simon, ye’ve had ta fight fer mos’ of yer adul’ life, haven’t ya? Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Then ho’d ya learn ‘bout bein’ an Omega if no one taugh’ ya?”
“Through those forums I told ya about. Reading what research I could find. Mostly just by trusting my Omega. Figured if it could guide and keep me alive during my first two heats, it would guide me there too. For the most part, ithas. Except—”
Johnny felt Simon tense a little more. He started to ask, but Keegan and Roach’s warning about not pushing Simon. No, he would let the man finish when he was ready. He continued to rub Simon’s back while pushing his scent. You’re safe.I’m here.Calm. He would do nothing to make Simon, his Simon, feel anything but safe with him.
“Except, I was hurt again. Or almost hurt again.” Simon whimpered.
Johnny felt the shiver. Whatever Simon was about to tell him, he knew he would have to fight the urge to not lose it. Johnny held Simon tighter and in return, Simon’s arms tightened, his hands all but clutching the Henley.
“Do—you remember about a year and a half ago now—I went on that solo op not long after we moved here, and came back with a bullet to the thigh?” Simon asked carefully.
“Aye.” Johnny nodded slowly, his Alpha already getting a sinking feeling.
“I couldn’t get the bloody bullet out myself. Bandaged it best I could on the helo. Went straight to medical. Mit—Mitchel was the only one there. He—told me to drop trou. I did, didn’t seem unusual considering where I was hit. He pulled out the bullet, stitched the wound, and while he was bandaging my thigh—he—he—” Simon shuddered again. Took a breath and continued before Johnny could speak. “Was coming down from the adrenaline and was—well—slicking up a little. No different than Alphas who get hard in that respect. The excitement, the adrenaline, it causes your body to react. He slid his hand up my thigh. I froze when I felt him—press against me over my boxers. I froze for a split second, whined, and shoved him to the floor. Yanked my pants up, stepped on his hand and got out of there. Went straight to Price.”
Johnny’s eyes closed tight. He’d been right, he was doing everything he could to keep his anger out of his scent and reign his now murderous Alpha under control. Yet it wasn’t enough. Simon was whimpering more now, and stiff in his arms. Shit. Shit. Shit. Hearing the distressed whimpers seemed to get through to his Alpha and it caused the red to fade. He had to sooth the Omega in his arms.
“Sshh, sshh. No’ mad at ye leannan. No, no, no’ at ye. I promise ya this Simon, I won’ allow ANYONE to hurt ya or touch ya like that again. Ya hear me? As long as I’m here, I’ll keep ya safe.” Johnny insisted.
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Simon’s POV
Sensing and smelling the pure rage, the scent of charred earth, coming from Johnny had Simon stiffening and whimpering in fear. He’d made Johnny mad. He knew he would. How could he be so stupid to think that he would be a worthy Omega for an Alpha like Johnny. He was useless. Not a worthy Omega for Johnny. For any Alpha. Then Johnny’s words filtered through, and his normal scent blanketed him in CalmSafeSafeEaseProtection. Slowly, Simon relaxed in Johnny’s arms. Feeling safe in those strong arms that had so easily carried him the night before. Unable to help it, needing to have more of a connection, Simon managed to get a hand up. He lifted the bottom of his mask to the bridge of his nose and nuzzled against Johnny’s scent gland.
“Tha’s it Simon, relax fer me. I’ve got ya. Yer alrigh’.” Johnny cooed, tilting his head to grant Simon easier access.
“Johnny.” Simon sighed, breathing in the rain covered hills scent that calmed him instantly, the scent he dreamed of almost every night.
“Aye, I’m here.” Johnny whispered.
Simon’s Omega was in heaven. Nose pressed right against the source of the scent that made Simon think of home. A place to belong. Shyly, he moved his head and while Simon had no idea why, his Omega seemed to, he softly licked along Johnny’s gland. Johnny gasped and trembled. Simon instantly tried to pull away.
“I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry Johnny, I don’t know why—” Simon rambled.
Johnny placed a finger against his lips, like he had the night before in medical. “Dinnae ya DARE apologize fer that Simon.”
Simon blinked in shock at him. “Did it—feel alright?”
Johnny’s blinding smile had Simon’s heart racing. “Feel alrigh’? Fuck, Simon it fel’ amazin’. Ya hav’ no idea ho’ many times I’ve wanted to feel yer mouth on me jus’ lik’ tha’. Ta hold ya, feel ya in my arms jus’ lik’ now.”
“Even when you thought I was an Alpha?” Simon gaped.
Johnny chuckled. Simon gasped and quickly found himself moved so that he was now straddling Johnny. Simon’s eyes locked on Johnny’s and when he felt the weight of the Alpha’s hands on his cheeks once more, his eyes fluttered and suddenly he purred before he could even think. Only one thought racing through his mind.
‘Our Alpha is so strong! Manhandling us perfectly.’
“Listen ta ya. Purrin’ lik’ a good Omega. Aye, Simon, even when I though’ ya were an Alpha. Did ya really no’ ken ho’ I felt ‘bout ya?” Johnny sighed, pressing their foreheads against one another.
“Tell me—Johnny.” Simon pleaded, his purr growing a little louder.
“Simon, I’ve been o’er tha bleedin’ moon fer ya since tha nigh’ I got off tha’ damned truck. Can I kiss ya Simon?” Johnny asked, his voice low and rumbling.
“Please—kiss me, Johnny.” Simon whined.
Simon’s whole world shifted. He saw Johnny’s smile for only a second before his lips were on his. Something in Simon seemed to flare to life, like a star going super nova. His Omega all but exploding in celebration at the feel of Johnny kissing him. Simon gasped at the tenderness of the kiss. So unbelievably soft while at the same time full of heat, of need. He felt himself go boneless and sagging into Johnny, moaning when Johnny’s tongue slipped into his mouth tasting him.
His limp arms managed to slip around Johnny’s neck, his fingers teasing the ends of Johnny’s hair. Feeling the soft strands slipping between his fingers. He felt the rumble of Johnny’s groan and let one hand slip a little more into his hair. Simon felt one of Johnny’s hands glide up his back, over the back of his neck which had him shivering, then easing slowly beneath his mask. No move to yank it off as others had tried to do. No, his Johnny was respecting Simon’s unspoken boundary but wasn’t stopping touching, petting him. Simon, reluctantly, broke the kiss and panting slightly, rested his forehead against Johnny’s.
“Ya alrigh’ Si?” Johnny asked, his fingers still in his hair, moving slowly.
“Never—been kissed like that—before.” Simon breathed.
“Ho’s that?” Johnny questioned, pressing his lips softly to Simon’s cheek.
“So softly, tenderly. Like I’m something worth it. Like I was something special.” Simon answered quietly.
Johnny’s hand stilled and he pulled back. Simon couldn’t bring himself to lift his head and see the disappointment in Johnny’s eyes. “What? Simon, have others—tried to—take something ye weren’t willing ta give?”
“Yes, but I dropped them all before—” Simon started to say, but stopped when he felt Johnny cupping his chin, lifting his head.
“Doesn’t matter if ya did or no’. No Alpha, hell NO ONE has the right to pressure or to take anything like that. Ever. Simon, I will never pressure you or take what you didnae willingly give or want. Ya hear me? We move at yer pace.” Johnny demanded.
“I—I hear you, Johnny.” Simon said while his Omega melted into a puddle at the fierce protective tone and implication of his words.
“Good. Now, was it okay when I slid my hand under yer mask? I ken ya dinnae care ta show yer face, I understand. I ken why ya did in Mexico, bu’ I’ll never ask ya ta do wha’ makes ya uncomfortable.” Johnny replied, the hand under his chin moving to his cheek.
“It was more than okay Johnny. I liked it.” Simon smiled, placing his hands on Johnny’s face, mirroring the Alpha’s.
Johnny hummed happily, turning into one of Simon’s hands. “I’m glad. As much as I’d love ta stay here and jus’ hol’ ya in yer perfect nest, I think Price wanted ta fill the others in on wha’ happened las’ nigh’.”
Simon let out a sad breath and nodded. “He did. He was with Gaz in the rec room when me and Roach went in for breakfast. Gaz—he—um he knew I wasn’t wearin’ my patches. He wasn’t mad like I imagined him, or you would be. Price said it would be my call; thinks it would be in the team’s best interest. Asked him to let me get through this with you and I’d give him my answer.”
Johnny shifted his hold and gently pulled Simon’s head down and against his scent gland again. “I agree wit’ Price here. In case Makarov tries again lik’ Mit—tha’ bastard said.”
“Okay.” Simon agreed. “Will you—hold me. Just a little longer before I text Price? Please?”
“I hol’ ya whenever ya wan’ Simon, however long ya wan’.” Johnny vowed.
Simon started purring again as Johnny moved them so that Simon was now on his side and curled up against Johnny’s side. The feel of Johnny holding him like this, his broad chest rising and falling under Simon’s cheek was so soothing. Content beyond belief, Simon nuzzled into the softness of the Henley and breathing in Johnny’s scent.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny smiled softly as he watched Simon from where he was leaning against the door. Simon was finishing upstraightening his nest. He found it beyond adorable that the man that scared the hell out of his enemies kept a permanent nest. Sure, Johnny knew there were some Alphas who didn’t like that, found it almost childish or pathetic, but not Johnny. For someone who had hidden the fact that he was an Omega, forced to learn and nurture that side on his own, Simon Riley was very much in touch with his Omega, and he was allowing Johnny to witness it. Johnny’s Alpha was more than pleased that Simon wasn’t hiding it from him.
When Simon stood upright, Johnny pushed off the door and moved to slip his arms around him from behind. Simon sighed and leaned back into Johnny. Johnny looked up as Simon turned his head, mask still lifted partially, then leaned up to softly kiss him. Johnny kept the kiss soft and sweet, just holding Simon to him. Cradling Simon’s face, knowing he would never get enough of kissing and tasting Simon.
“What—was that for?” Simon asked, blinking his eyes open as Johnny pulled away.
“Because I wanted to. Tha’ alrigh’?” Johnny stated.
“Yeah.” Simon nodded, smiling shyly.
Johnny chuckled, “Yer so damned adorable Si.” Simon sputtered, pulling his mask back down, but not before Johnny caught the hint of a blush on the Omega’s cheeks. “Come on, Price wan’s us in tha rec room in ten. Ya sure yer up fer this?”
Simon nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure Johnny. Price is right, the others need to know what Mitchel did, what he had planned to do.”
Johnny said nothing. Silently, he and Simon left the room and headed for the rec room. After the long talk, and about half an hour of him just holding Simon, Simon had texted Price agreeing to the rest of the team being filled in. Followed by a text to Roach letting the other Omega know things were good. Simon had then settled back into Johnny’s arms.
Johnny had imagined how Simon would feel in his arms for nearly three years now; the reality was so much better than anything his mind had supplied. As they walked, he thought over everything his Simon had told him. How he had been hurt by not just his parents, but by others. It broke his heart that someone as amazing as Simon had been alone for so long. Until Price had found him. He would do everything he could to make sure that Simon would never be alone like that ever again. Never hurt like that again.
“Si?”
“Hmm?”
“Ya mentioned yer brother earlier.”
“Yeah, Tommy. He reached out to me shortly after I joined 141. He had called Price and the only reason he knew who to contact was because of me. I don’t regret goin’ no contact with our parents, but a part of me never felt right with how I left things with Tommy. About a week after joining, I asked Price to find an address for him and then I sent a short letter telling Tommy if he wanted to get in touch he could go through Price.”
“Take it he did?”
“He did. Called up Price and asked for my number. Apparently, Price gave him the whole third degree before passing him my number. Since then, we’ve started talking regularly. He’s livin’ in London, and has started seein’ an Omega named Beth, and getting ready to start classes to become a nurse practitioner. I’m so proud of the Alpha and man he’s become.”
Johnny could hear the smile as Simon told him about Tommy. This relieved Johnny, knowing that Simon had some family outside the 141. Family had always been an important thing to Johnny, hell to the MacTavish clan in general. While his parents had only had him and his sister, he had several cousins, luckily still had his grandmother on his da’s side. His mam’s parents had sadly passed away before he and his sister were born. His grandfather on his da’s side had passed not long after Johnny passed Selection.
“He sounds lik’ a good sort.” Johnny commented as the came up to the rec room door.
“He is. He wants to introduce me to Beth. Even said if I can’t get to London, they’d try to come to me. With what happened, that may not be such a good idea right now.” Simon replied, with a hint of sadness.
Johnny wanted to pull him close but restrained himself. Yes, he and Simon had admitted they liked each other, but he didn’t know if Simon was ready for the others to know that. On that front he would let Simon decide and take his cues from the Omega. They walked in side-by-side and found Roach and Keegan talking quietly sitting next to each other in two of the armchairs. Price and Laswell were standing off to the side speaking quietly, and Gaz was moving around the kitchen. Simon headed for the sofa.
Johnny quickly moved to Price and Laswell telling them he would be the one to tell the others. After saying his piece, he moved toward the sofa, and before Johnny could process it, the Omega was taking his hand and gently pulling him down beside him. Once Johnny was sitting, he smiled as Simon kept holding his hand.
“Is this—okay?” Simon asked, nervously.
“Aye, Simon. More than okay.” Johnny answered, beaming as he covered Simon’s hand with his other hand.
Maybe two minutes later, Gaz came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of drinks, sandwiches, and what looked like cookies of some kind. There was also a carafe of hot water and some tea bags that Johnny knew were for Simon. He sat the tray on the coffee table before taking the armchair next to the sofa. Everyone but Price and Laswell grabbed a drink and a sandwich. Johnny made sure he found Simon’s favorite and handed it to him before quickly fixing a cup of tea for him before he grabbed a sandwich and water for himself. Price turned and faced them all.
“So, Gaz, Roach, you two know that last night John and Simon went on a mission. Keegan went along as backup in case things went south. In a manner of speakin’ things did go south. Just not in the way we expected.” Price began. He paused and looked at Johnny. “Soap, you want to fill them in?”
Johnny took a slow breath when Price looked to him. Saw the look and knew Price was giving him an out. Johnny and Simon had talked before this meeting and Simon was adamant that he not be the one to tell what happened but agreed that Gaz and Roach should know what happened. Johnny told Price and Laswell that he would be the one to explain things to Gaz and Roach. Price had looked reluctant, but Laswell seemed to understand. Both agreed. When Roach and Gaz’s eyes turned to him, felt Simon tense a little beside him.
Johnny slid his arm around Simon and pulled him close. Simon was holding his tea mug with both hands, and his head was bowed looking into the mug instead of their teammates. Johnny knew this was going to be hard for not just Roach and Gaz, but for Simon to hear. Maybe worse for Simon since he had been through it. Johnny began rubbing his arm and slowly started talking.
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Roach’s POV
Roach listened as Johnny laid out what had happened the previous night. With each detail, Roach and his Omega grew more and more angry and horrified. To hear what Mitchel and the man Makarov had sent said to Simon. It didn’t take much to figure out what Makarov had planned if he ever got his hands on Simon.
Roach also read between the lines even if the others didn’t catch on. If Roach’s hunch was right, Makarov wasn’t just planning on raping Simon, or to let others do the same. No, if he was right, Makarov would almost certainlydo experiments on him. It wasn’t unheard of, though not as frequent as it had once been.
Omegas were typically built much like Roach or even Laswell, but sometimes they were like Simon. Larger, stronger, considered by many to be some kind of abomination. Omegas who didn’t conform to what most considered Omegan behavior or looks. Those Omegas would sometimes be rounded up and experimented on. Monsters like Makarov, trying to find out how to genetically create some kind of superior being. A being with all the strengths of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, but none of the weaknesses. A being that could be trained to protect its creator.
Roach was hissing now as he heard how Simon had reacted. Glancing at his friend, his brother Omega, his heart broke. Simon was all but curled into Johnny now. His face hidden in the side of the Alpha’s neck and his shoulders trembling. Roach so desperately wanted to go to him but saw the way Johnny was holding Simon. Holding him so protectively, shielding him as best he could on the sofa. No, Simon was in safe hands with Johnny and Roach knew it. Finally, Johnny ended things by telling him and Gaz about Simon passing out from being completely overwhelmed and ending up in medical for almost two hours. When Johnny stopped talking, Roach looked to Price and Laswell.
“Where’s the fuckin’ traitor now?” Roach hissed.
“He’s in a holding cell under heavy guard.” Price answered.
“Did that fuckin’ Shadow Commander know? I mean about—” Gaz asked, his voice fading but the pain, anger, and worry for his teammate and friend bleeding through.
“Not that we’re aware of Kyle. When John and I questioned him before Grav—" Laswell cut herself off when Roach’s hiss grew louder, borderline a growl. “All he told us was that—the target had already relayed the information to Makarov. His job was to transfer the final payment to him before he left with Makarov’s man. Young, Giles, and Nelson were to go along, and we believe they were going to join Konni Group.”
Roach settled, only slightly when he felt Keegan gently rub up and down his back. “Has he been interrogated? Why did this fucker turn traitor?” Keegan demanded.
“We don’t know yet Keegan. That was what John, and I were discussing. Someone needs to interrogate him. John and I are too close to this with us having worked closely with Ghost.” Laswell sighed.
“I’ll do it.” Keegan said, surprising everyone. Including Roach.
“Keegan—” Price started, but Keegan interrupted.
“Price, I’m the most logical choice. I don’t have the history or connection with Riley the rest of you have. I can detach myself there. Plus, he wouldn’t expect me to do it. Not with me being one of the newest members of the 141.” Keegan explained.
“I’ll go with him. Keegan can ask the questions, and I can handle the—let’s just say there’s a reason there’s a whole section of my SAS training that’s blacked out. I won’t kill the mother fucker; not without permission anyway, but I can make it hurt if he doesn’t answer correctly.” Roach spoke up.
“Roach—Bug, don’t.” Simon whimpered from Johnny’s arms.
Roach was out of his seat and kneeling in front of Simon in a flash. When Simon extended a hand to him, Roach took it. “Simon, listen to me, I’ll be okay. Keegan will be with me. This—monster needs to pay for what he did, for what he planned to do. I’ll make it hurt, make him see just how wrong he is. This will also be a message to Makarov and anyone else he’s stupid enough to send. He’s NOT going to hurt you. You hear me. I won’t let him.”
“Neither will I Riley.” Keegan added, moving to take a knee next to Roach.
“We’re a team Ghost. We will protect you.” Gaz added.
Price walked over then, standing next to the sofa beside Simon. “They’re right son. We will keep you safe. Keegan, Roach, permission granted.”
Roach looked back at Simon. “Si, you stay close to John. I’ll text ya when Keegan and I are finished. Yeah?”
Simon shivered and squeezed Roach’s hand. “Okay. Just—both of you be careful. He may be in a holding cell, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still try and hurt either of you.”
“Riley, from the look in Roach’s eyes, and his words, I think the traitor is the one who’s gonna be hurtin’.” Keegan smirked a little.
“Damned right he will be.” Roach agreed.
Chapter 10: Chapter 10
Notes:
CW: This chapter has scenes of torture. There is blood, so if that is something you don't like to read or gets under your skin, feel free to skip through this chapter.
You get to see a side of Roach that I kinda hinted at, but now it shows up and it will explain why it was hinted at.
Chapter Text
Chapter 10
Keegan’s POV
Keegan and Roach walked side by side, following Price and Laswell. As they walked, Keegan found himself glancing at the Omega beside him. Sometime after breakfast, he had received a text from Roach asking if he was busy. Thinking something had happened with Riley, he had replied back saying he was free for the day. Roach had asked if they could meet at the picnic area outside the 141 building. Keegan had been intrigued and accepted.
The Omega had instantly assured him nothing was wrong with Riley and that the older Omega was currently meeting John to talk. Which Keegan was glad to hear, and thought was way overdue; but that was his opinion. Roach had further surprised him by telling him he had reached out because he wanted to get to know him better. Away from anything work related. Keegan had been floored, before admitting he wanted the same. Since meeting Roach, he had felt his Alpha and himself wanting to get to know the newest member of the team.
“Keegan, you alright?” Roach asked, pulling the Alpha back to the present.
“Yeah, I’m alright. You?” Keegan replied quietly.
“I’ll be better once we get answers from him and hopefully give Simon some peace of mind.” Roach said, his voice full of determination.
Price and Laswell stopped outside of a door where two armed soldiers stood. “Alright, had the liberty of having some—tools brought here. You two will go in first. In five minutes, they will be brought to you. Kate and I will be observing via monitor.”
“Yes sir. Does he know there’s a camera in there?” Keegan questioned.
“No, he doesn’t.” Laswell answered. “Only John and I will know what happens in that room other than you two.”
“Will either of you tell Simon his answers?” Roach questioned.
“Only if we feel he needs to know. This bastard has hurt him enough and I will NOT allow him to do it again.” Price growled. “Roach, Keegan, I want answers.”
“And after we get those answers?” Keegan lifted a brow to the Alpha and Omega before them.
“No loose ends. Find out how much Graves actually knew about the meeting. Find out who else he told this information to. We need to protect Ghost, so we need to know if Makarov is the only enemy with this intel, then tie up those loose ends. Understood?” Laswell responded, her blue eyes flashing with the same rage Keegan had seen in Price, John, and Roach’s eyes.
“Understood.” Roach nodded.
“Copy that Laswell.” Keegan agreed, pulling his Ghost mask down over his face.
Price and Kate nodded to the two guards. One pivoted and headed down the hall while the other opened the door. Inside, bound to a chair was Mitchel and two more guards. Keegan’s eyes locked onto the former doctor as Price and Laswell dismissed the three guards. With one final nod, Price and Laswell walked out, the door slamming behind them. Mitchel lifted his head, and the bastard smirked at seeing him and Roach.
“So, this is the best 141 has? You two here to make me talk huh? The Yank medic Alpha and the rookie Omega.” Mitchel scoffed.
Roach moved to walk behind him. “You think you’re going to walk away from this unscathed? You see—” Roach gripped a handful of Mitchel’s salt and pepper hair and yanked the Alpha’s head back. Painfully so that the Alpha growled. “You see, that’s where you’re fuckin’ wrong. You sealed your fate when you thought you could go after Ghost. My BROTHER Omega.”
Mitchel let out a condescending laugh, “You mean that pathetic Omega? Strutting around like an Alpha. What right does he have pretending to be an Alpha. It’s a disgrace. You Omegas are only good for one thing. To warm an Alpha’s knot.”
Keegan’s Alpha was growling now as he took a step forward. “Why did you target Riley, Mitchel?”
Mitchel only sneered. Roach pulled his head back further, causing him to snarl in pain. “Answer him. Now!”
“The worthless fucker broke my hand.” Mitchel forced out.
“Wrong fucking answer.” Keegan growled.
Roach released Mitchel’s hair just before Keegan’s fist slammed into the man’s face. Mitchel cried out in half anger and half pain. Roach took hold of his hair again and pulled his head back again. “Be a good little Alpha and answer Keegan’s question. WHY DID YOU TARGET GHOST!”
“Price—thought he—could keep him away from me. Bringing in a damned Yank. Not allowing me—to do my job.” Mitchel panted around the bloody nose Keegan had given him.
“Aww, you were upset someone took away your access to Ghost.” Roach mock whined. He released Mitchel again and moved so he was now in front of him. “He was NEVER yours. You tried to take ADVANTAGE of him. Tried to take what wasn’t yours or offered willingly.”
“All Omegas—belong to Alphas. Even you, you—pathetic little—”
Mitchel wasn’t able to finish whatever he was going to call Roach. Roach hissed and his hand locked around the Alpha’s throat and squeezed. Keegan watched on; arms crossed while his Alpha rumbled at seeing this side of Roach. His Alpha was pleased at seeing Mitchel’s face start turning red.
“Wonder how you’d like it. To be treated as only a hole for someone to use. Hmm? Bet you’d enjoy being railedover and over again. Yeah, you seem the type.” Roach taunted. “Bet I could arrange that. Arrange for you to see what it’s like to be used like you and Makarov were planning to do to Ghost. To have YOUR choice taken away like you and Makarov wanted to do to him. For you to be a knot warmer for some sick Alpha.” Roach sneered.
A knock on the door had Keegan turning. In two strides, he opened it only to find a rolling table covered with a cloth and nothing else. He took hold of the table and pulled it into the room, slamming the door again. He yanked the cloth off and smirked. An array of instruments lay on the table. Knives of varying sizes, pliers, a small butane torch, a ball-peen hammer along with a car battery and jumper cables. Along with tools of pain was a med kit.
“Roach, we have presents.” Keegan said over his shoulder.
In three seconds, Keegan heard Mitchel coughing violently and Roach walking toward him. “My, my, so we do Keegan. So many choices.”
“Well darlin’, make your choice and we can really get the answers we need.” Keegan said.
When he heard the trill from Roach, something in him shifted. All day the smaller Omega had been flirting with him, and he had flirted right back. His Alpha fully enjoying the interactions and seemed to be enjoying seeing this side of Roach as much if not more than their earlier interactions. Seeing just how strong the Omega was, the protectiveness of Riley, hell of the team just seemed to do something for him. Keegan pivoted to face Mitchel and left Roach to make his selection. Squatting down so he and Mitchel were now eye level, Keegan waited for the man’s glassy eyes to focus on him.
“Who else besides Makarov have you told about Riley?” Keegan demanded, his voice low and deadly. Mitchel’s eyes narrowed but he said nothing. Wrong move. Keegan’s right hand snapped out and gripped his throat. “WHO ELSE DID YOU TELL?”
Mitchel gnashed his teeth against the command, and he heard a hiss from Roach behind him. “You—can’t—control—me.”
“Roach, step outside for a minute.” Keegan growled, hoping he would listen.
“I can take it Keegan.” Roach argued.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Roach.” Keegan admitted. ‘Please Roach, I don’t want to do this with you in the blast range.’
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Roach’s POV
Roach finally settled on a medium sized serrated knife. He was about to turn when Keegan’s Alpha tone filled the room. His Omega flinched and Roach hissed. Spinning, he saw Keegan with his hand on Mitchel’s throat. Then Keegan was asking him to leave. No, he couldn’t leave. He needed to do this. For Simon.
“I can take it Keegan.” Roach shot back.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Roach.” Keegan’s voice sounded pleading.
Seeing the med kit, Roach moved to it and had it open. He quickly found what he was looking for. Pulling it out, he moved next to Keegan. “I promise, I’ll be fine once I put these in.”
Keegan looked over then saw what Roach was holding. A pair of silicone earplugs. During Selection, to test a theory, Roach had found out he could withstand Alpha voice if he wore them. Oh, he’d still feel that visceral reaction all Omegas felt, but it was tolerable. Unless the Alpha had a strong enough Alpha tone, Roach couldn’t be commandedwhile wearing them. So far, he’d yet to come across an Alpha that strong. His instructors had been impressed with his improvisation and awarded him high marks for it.
“Trust me.” Roach said.
“If you’re sure.” Keegan nodded.
Roach handed Keegan the knife, then squeezed the Alpha’s shoulder in reassurance. Roach quickly rolled each earplug, put them in, then held his hand out for the knife once they were firmly in place. He nodded for Keegan to proceed. Moving to stand just to the side, but close enough, he watched Keegan turn his head to stare at Mitchel. Keegan’s ice blue eyes burning with anger.
“ANSWER ME MITCHEL! WHO ELSE DID YOU TELL!” Keegan roared
Roach shivered but was silent. He figured Keegan’s Alpha was strong, but hearing his Alpha tone told him just HOW strong. Roach wondered if he might be stronger than Price’s Alpha tone had been, if maybe Keegan would be the one Alpha who could control him even with the plugs in. He studied Mitchel. The man was trying to fight the command again but was failing. After two harsh breaths, he spoke. His voice rough, like he had gargled with broken glass, his wide eyes revealed how surprised the Alpha was.
“Makarov. Graves. She—sheperd.” Mitchel panted.
Roach clutched the knife and drove it into Mitchel’s injured thigh. Right where Johnny had shot him; it had Roach smirking remembering what Simon had told him. How it had been a gunshot wound to the thigh that had Simon in a position for Mitchel to attempt to hurt him. The Alpha screamed in pain. Leaving the knife, buried to the hilt in his thigh, Roach spun around, and quickly grabbed the small push dagger. When he moved back next to Keegan, Mitchel was sucking air through his teeth. Trying to breathe through the pain.
“When did you tell Graves?” Roach demanded.
“The—day before—he was—captured.” Mitchel managed.
“Was Sheperd working with Makarov?” Keegan growled.
“N—no. Told him about the Om—FUCK!” Mitchel yelled when Roach stabbed the dagger into his shoulder.
“You will use his proper rank if you mention Ghost at all.” Roach corrected, yanking the dagger free. “Understand!”
“Yes! Fuck yes, I understand!” Mitchel cried.
“Now try again.” Roach ordered eyes narrowing and teeth bared.
“I—I told Sheperd about—Lieutenant Riley—after Price and that bitch Laswell forbid me—to be anywhere near him. Just—before—the hearing.” Mitchel panted, his head falling forward.
“Why are you obsessed with Ghost?” Keegan asked.
“He’s an anomaly. An Omega that looks like—an Alpha. An anomaly that shouldn’t exist.”
Roach’s blood ran cold. His Omega was hissing and spiting. “You wanted to experiment on him. You’re one of those monsters who want to create some super being. Aren’t you?”
Mitchel let out a pained maniacal laugh. “Genetically an Omega like Lieutenant Riley would be the perfect specimen. Stronger than most Alphas, none of the susceptibility of a Beta. Perfect vessel for—”
Roach saw red then. With an animalistic sound, he slammed the dagger into his other shoulder. With Mitchel howling in pain, Roach moved, grabbed the table, and pulled it closer. Keegan was right beside him, his face dark with rage. When Roach laid his hand on the jumper cables, Keegan said nothing. Only grabbed the other end and started hooking them up to the car battery.
Roach turned, holding his end of the jumper cables, “Oh, just so you know why I’m here. During Selection I showed a talent for interrogation. One that just might surpass those of Ghost. Ah, I see and smell your fear. You know what that means Mitchel, don’t you? It means I will show you ZERO mercy.”
“Please—please don’t—” Mitchel started to beg.
“Begging means nothing to me you monster.” Roach interrupted, a cruel smile forming as he watched Keegan administer the stim shot to bring Mitchel back more to consciousness.
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Keegan’s POV
Keegan was so full of rage at hearing Mitchel’s words, they had sent a shiver of horror through him. He’d heard about Alphas and other psychotic people who had experimented on genetic manipulation. The sole purpose being to create some kind of superior being. Someone who could be manipulated to the creators will. A fucked-up Frankenstein’s monster. After connecting the cables to the battery, he cast a glance at Mitchel.
The Alpha was teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. Looking through the med kit he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the three stem shots. He held one then slipped the other two in his pocket. Keegan used his teeth to remove the cap before jabbing the needle into Mitchel’s neck. His Alpha posturing at Roach’s words and the fear in Mitchel’s eyes and scent. The man gasped as he came back more to reality and trying to beg for mercy.
“Oh no, no. Just as Roach said, there will be no mercy for you.” Keegan smiled evilly.
“How long have you been in Makarov’s pocket? What role did Sheperd and Graves play in this fucking agenda?” Roach questioned, clicking the clamps of the cables together which emanated a crackling sound.
“Since—before Ver—Verdansk. Mak—Makarov was funding my—research. Sheperd wasn’t with—Makarov. Only interested—in my work. Wanted—to use—my findings for Amer—American military. Graves was—playing both sides. Waiting to—side with whoever—was stronger.” Mitchel stuttered, eyeing Roach wearily.
“WHO ELSE KNOWS ABOUT RILEY BESIDES THEM AND YOU?” Keegan pushed.
“I—I don’t know—if they—told others.” Mitchel insisted.
Keegan and Roach didn’t trust that answer. Roach pressed the clamps into Mitchel’s sides. The man screamed as the voltage surged through him, his body thrashing against the chair and the bonds that held him. Keegan’s Alpha rumbled at seeing this piece of shit suffer. For thirty seconds, Roach held the cables in place before pulling them away. Gripping Mitchel’s hair, he tugged his head back, checking her man’s pupils. They were dilated but he was still conscious.
“WHO ELSE!” Keegan snarled.
“I—don’t—know! Please! Please! I swear!” Mitchel sobbed.
“Think he’s telling the truth Roach?” Keegan questioned.
“Maybe. Let’s find out.” Roach answered a deadly smile on his handsome face.
Releasing Mitchel’s hair, Keegan stepped away as Roach shocked him again. The cell was filled with the painful disparate screams of Mitchel. Begging for Roach to stop. Swearing he didn’t know if Makarov, Sheperd or Graves had told anyone else about Riley being an Omega. After the fourth round of shocks, Roach pulled back.
“Hmm, seems he was tellin’ the truth. No one could handle that much without breaking. Not even Ghost.” Roach hummed, turning to disconnect the cables.
Keegan once more checked Mitchel. The former Army doctor’s eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as his body twitched in aftershocks. Roach was right. Keegan didn’t know a single Alpha who could withstand that without cracking. He doubted even Rorke would have remained unbroken, and he was one tough son of a bitch.
“What are Makarov’s plans for Riley?” Keegan asked.
“To—punish—break—him. Train him—to—obey—only—Makarov. I—was—to—help—the—breeding—” Mitchel stammered, his voice barely audible
Hearing those despicable words, knowing just how twisted Makarov and Mitchel were had the red haze all but clouding Keegan’s vision. Yet before he or his Alpha could react, Roach was snarling. In a flash, the younger Omega was shouldering past Keegan. With a scream of anger, Roach buried the blade of the largest knife into the neck of Mitchel. Right through the Alpha’s scent gland.
Keegan’s eyes were wide as he watched. Roach staring into the eyes of the Alpha who had caused Riley pain. Who planned to do God only knew WHAT to the Omega. All for some twisted, fucked up belief that Omegas were nothing but an Alpha’s broodmare. Keegan watched along with Roach as the life faded from Mitchel’s eyes. The clouding of the irises that said he was dead. Only then did Roach let go of the handle but left the blade in the now dead Alpha’s neck.
Keegan shifted to face Roach. Roach was heaving in harsh breaths, shaking in rage, and his green eyes were still locked on the now dead Mitchel. Then it hit him. Over the smell of blood and the fading scent of fearful Alpha, was the acrid scent of burned cream. Roach’s scent revealing his anger and worry for Riley. Keegan instantly released his own scent, trying to calm the Omega, to sooth him.
“Roach, calm down. It’s alright, darlin’. He’s dead and can’t hurt Riley ever again. He can’t hurt anyone ever again.” Keegan said gently, shifting a little closer.
“Kee—Kegan, he was going to—” Roach stuttered.
“No, he will never get the chance, and neither will Makarov or anyone else. You hear me? We, as a team, we’llprotect him. Please, Gary, I need ya to calm down for me. Slow breaths for me.” Keegan insisted, gently laying his hand on Roach’s shoulder.
He watched as Roach closed his eyes and took a slow breath in, held it, then released it. Feeling the Omega still trembling, Keegan didn’t think, just pulled the smaller man into his arms. Roach’s arms wrapped around him, his hands clutching the back of his shirt just as the shaking began to fade. Sighing, Keegan held him, rubbing his back.
“You’re alright Roach. It’s okay. Just hang on to me right now.”
“Keegan, get me out of here. Please.”
Keegan’s Alpha demanded he gather the Omega up into his arms and get the hell out of that damned room. He did just that, hoisting Roach up into his arms and headed out of the room. He ran into Laswell and Price, both seething with horror and rage, their scents all but flooding the corridor. Keegan held Roach tighter when he shuddered.
“Keegan, get Roach out of here. John and I will handle this mess. We can meet up later to debrief.” Laswell ordered.
“Yes ma’am.” Keegan replied.
“Avoid the others. They don’t need to see him like this.” Price said, moving a little closer to address Roach directly. “Roach, you did good in there son. You got us the answers we needed. Keegan’s got ya now. You’re gonna be alright son. I swear, we’ll keep Simon safe.”
Roach let out a soft chirp and nodded. With a nod to Laswell and Price, Keegan turned and carried Roach away. As he moved, he softly whispered to Roach. “You did so good in there darlin’. Such a good Omega, protecting Riley. Making sure that monster could and would never hurt him or anyone else again. Sshh, just relax into me. I’ve got ya.”
“Keegan.” Roach sighed.
The feel of Roach in his arms, pressing in closer as he carried him, had his Alpha postering proudly. Without even thinking, Keegan automatically headed straight for his den. A faint voice in his head said he was moving too fast, but all his Alpha was thinking was to get Roach somewhere safe for him to calm down.
In what felt like no time, Keegan was unlocking his door and entering his room. He moved straight to the bed and sat down, holding Roach. His den was silent as he sat there just holding Roach. Keegan lay his head atop Roach’sas he continued to softly nuzzle into Keegan’s neck. Keegan had to admit it felt nice. Even his Alpha seemed calmed by the gesture.
“Where are we?” Roach asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“My den. Wanted somewhere quiet and private for you to calm down. Was the first place that came to mind.” Keegan answered quietly.
“Smells nice here. Like you, like a campfire in the woods.” Roach breathed, letting out a soft trill.
Keegan smiled at hearing that. The trill and relaxed feel of Roach in his arms telling him the Omega was calming down and felt safe. That thrilled him and his Alpha. Carefully so as to not jostle him too much, Keegan shifted and laid on his bed, keeping Roach held close against him. Roach snuggled as close as he could, a soft purr hitting Keegan’s ears.
“Thank you.” Roach said.
“You’re welcome darlin’. Just rest now, you’re safe here.” Keegan replied.
Roach nodded. After a few moments, Keegan heard and felt the purr getting a little louder and felt Roach fully relaxed. A glance down showed him that the Omega was now asleep. Laying his head back against the pillow and his cheek on the top of Roach’s head, Keegan let his eyes close as he softly ran a hand up and down Roach’s back.
‘Roach did so good in there. He’s such a strong Omega, just like Riley. Such a good and protective Omega.’Keegan thought as he too drifted off.
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Roach’s POV
Roach blinked awake feeling not just rested, but the safest he’d felt in a long time. Slowly, everything started coming back to him. What had happened to Simon when he and John had gone on their mission, hearing what Mitchel and the now dead Konni member that had been there had told Simon, and finally the interrogation. Him and Keegan in that room alone with Mitchel. Learning that not only was Makarov wanting to break Simon, but to also experiment on him and that Mitchel was to oversee it.
An involuntary shiver shot through him knowing that Graves also knew about Simon and Sheperd had as well. Who else had they or Makarov told? Roach knew Simon had enemies, hell all of 141 did. When the arms around him tightened a little, Roach tilted his head and was met with the piercing blue eyes of Keegan.
“What’s wrong?” Keegan asked.
“Keegan, who else do you think Makarov, Graves, and Sheperd told? How many more threats does Simon have that—” Roach began, but Keegan shushed him.
“It doesn’t matter. We and the rest of 141, will keep him safe.” Keegan said.
Roach nodded and buried his face in Keegan’s chest. When he felt Keegan’s cheek rest on the top of his head, Roach purred softly. Keegan’s calming scent of a campfire in the woods seeming to just seep into him. Since meeting the American Alpha, something in Roach shifted. His Omega absolutely taking notice. Course, why wouldn’t it. Keegan Russ was a damned good-looking Alpha. Strong, handsome, smart, and then there was the hint of that southern drawl.
Yep, everything about Keegan seemed to check every one of Roach’s boxes. It was what had led to him reaching out earlier while Simon met with John. He had told Keegan he wanted to get to know him better. His Omega had been thrilled when Keegan confessed to wanting to know more about him as well.
“How you feelin’?” Keegan questioned gently.
“Better than when we left that room. Also worried about Simon. Do you think Price and Laswell will tell him? About Graves and Sheperd knowing? I mean, yeah Sheperd is dead and not an issue anymore, but—what if he told someone?” Roach answered.
“I don’t know if they will or not. If they do, all we can do is be there for him. I have a feelin’ till Makarov is eliminated and if it’s confirmed Graves and Sheperd didn’t tell anyone else, I doubt Price will be allowing Riley to go on any solo ops.” Keegan replied.
“You’re probably right.” Roach agreed.
Roach shifted and slowly sat up. He stretched his arms as Keegan sat up as well. When he started to slip from the bed, Keegan’s hands moved to his waist helping him stand and steady himself. It was taking everything in Roach to not shiver at the Alpha’s touch. His Omega however whimpered, wanting to feel Keegan’s touch more.
“Thanks.” Roach smiled a little shyly.
“You’re welcome darlin’.” Keegan smiled gently.
There it was again, that damned accent. Roach wasn’t able to stop himself and shivered. Almost hesitantly, he lifted his eyes to Keegan’s. Those ice blue eyes seemed to glow in the low lighting of the room. Neither said anything, standing there beside Keegan’s bed just looking at one another. What happened next, Roach couldn’t have predicted, nor did he know who moved first.
One second, he was looking up at Keegan and the next Keegan’s lips were on his. The kiss was both strong and yet so, so tender. Roach felt his heart skip and his Omega practically melt into a whimpering puddle. When Keegan’s arms pulled Roach flush against him, Roach gasped. The first touch of Keegan’s tongue against his, Roach’s arms slipped around the Alpha. One of Roach’s hands sank into Keegan’s hair and had him moaning into the kiss.
“Kee—Keegan.” Roach breathed, feeling Keegan’s lips moving along his jaw then down the side of his neck.
“You feel good in my arms Roach.” Keegan groaned.
“Feels good to be in your arms Keegan.” Roach admitted.
Roach whimpered when Keegan kissed him again. The second kiss, while still gentle, it also felt more demanding. If Roach was honest with himself, he had never felt the way he felt with Keegan. The feeling of complete and total safety. The feeling that Keegan would take care of him in every way.
He and Keegan were panting when Keegan ended the kiss and rested his forehead to Roach’s. “Anyone ever tell ya—you’re a bloody good kisser?”
Keegan chuckled, the sound washing over Roach deliciously, “No honestly. Thanks for the compliment though.”
“We, umm, we should probably get in touch with Price and Laswell. I want this over before I check in with Simon.” Roach said.
“You’re right. Why don’t I walk ya to your room so you can freshen up and I’ll reach out to Price and Laswell. After our debrief we can both check in on Riley. Sound good?” Keegan suggested.
“Yeah, sounds good.” Roach nodded with a smile.
Keegan returned the smile, dropped a sweet kiss to Roach’s forehead, before they left Keegan’s room. A happy chirp escaped Roach when Keegan’s arms slipped around him as they headed down the hall towards Roach’s room. That earned him a bright smile from Keegan. The walk was short as Roach’s room was further down the hall near Simon’s.
“I’ll text you after I grab a shower and change into something that doesn’t—reek of blood and fear.” Roach shifted, pulling his keys from his pocket.
“Alright. Think I’ll clean up myself while waiting to hear from Price and Laswell.” Keegan nodded.
On impulse, Roach cupped one of Keegan’s cheeks, stood on his tiptoes, and laid a kiss on said cheek. He smiled at Keegan before unlocking his door and hurrying in before he did anything to embarrass himself. Like beg Keegan to take him to bed and rail him into the middle of next week. As he closed the door, he briefly heard Keegan chuckling before his footsteps headed away. Roach sighed and leaned back against the door knowing he was smiling like a loon.
“Damn.” Roach giggled.
Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Chapter Text
Chapter 11
Johnny’s POV
Johnny carried the cup of tea he had made for Simon. After Price, Laswell, Roach, and Keegan left the rec room, Gaz had stayed for a while longer. By the time Gaz left, Simon seemed much calmer and Johnny was pleased that he had managed to finish the sandwich Gaz had made. He could tell the Omega was nervous about Keegan and Roach being alone with Mitchel, but Johnny had a gut feeling that both would be fine, and that Mitchel would be the one regretting his choice to betray not just the British army but crossing 141 and going after Simon. Wanting to sooth Simon, Johnny had got up to fix the Omega a cup of tea.
“Here ya are, Si.” Johnny said gently, sitting beside Simon and handing him the cup.
“Thank you, Johnny.” Simon breathed, accepting the cup.
Johnny smiled; his Alpha pleased to be able to do something for Simon. When Simon took that first sip and a barely audible pleased chirp escaped, Johnny’s Alpha was posturing even more. His Omega was happy. This had Johnny pausing in his thoughts. Was Simon really HIS? Lord knew Johnny wanted him to be.
Even before discovering Simon was an Omega, Johnny had wanted Simon to be his. Should he talk to Simon about it? Should he just start courting him and see what happened? This brought his mind back to what Roach had said. How he had a theory and had shared it with Simon, but it would up to Simon to tell him. Johnny wondered if this theory was the same one, he’d been thinking about since he had left Simon in Roach’s care the night before.
With his mam and sister both being Omegas, Johnny had been present and listened when his mam would tell Hailey the old Omegan legends and stories. Elsa MacTavish was one hell of a storyteller. As much as Johnny wanted to talk to Simon about his own theory, he knew the last twenty-four hours had been a lot for him and Johnny didn’t want to add more stress. No, he would wait till things settled down a little bit for Simon’s sake.
“Ya wanna stay here a bit longer or head somewhere else?” Johnny asked, running his hand up and down Simon’s back.
“Can we stay here till I finish my tea, then—maybe go for a walk or something?” Simon answered.
“Aye,” Johnny smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Simon’s temple. “We can do tha’.”
Simon cast him a soft smile, before lifting the cup to his lips again. Johnny felt his heart stutter at the soft smile. As they sat there in a comfortable silence, Johnny breathed in the honey lavender scent that told him Simon was content. A thought suddenly hit him. He took a slow breath in before releasing it.
“Simon, leannan, before we take tha’ walk, do ya wan’ me ta fetch ya fresh patches? Jus’ in case we run inta anyone? I ken ya took ‘em off for me, an’ fer the others, but—” Johnny started, but Simon interrupted.
“No, I don’t want to, but I should.” Simon sighed, setting his now empty cup on the coffee table. “Johnny, for so long I’ve hidden this side of me. I’m tired of hiding it though. Yet, with what happened with Mit—him, knowing Makarov now knows and for some fuckin’ reason is after me, I guess I’m gonna have to continue to do so. We still don’t know if those three were the only ones working with the doctor and Makarov.”
Johnny’s heart broke even as his Alpha bristled at the idea of no longer smelling the scent of Simon. Johnny shifted and with no resistance from Simon, maneuvered the Omega onto his lap. “I understan’ Si. The team is one thing bu’ others knowin’ is somethin’ yer no’ ready for. We can stop by yer nest before we go fer tha’ walk. Aye?”
Simon, who once more had his face pressed into the side of Johnny’s neck, nodded. Johnny pressed a kiss to the top of his masked head and just sat there holding Simon close. “Thank you, Johnny. For—well for bein’ so patient with me.”
“Ya didnae hav’ ta thank me, Simon. I’m only glad ya finally tol’ me an’ le’ me be there fer ya.” Johnny replied.
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Simon’s POV
The early evening was cool and clear as he and Johnny walked toward wherever Johnny was leading him. After stopping by his room to put on fresh patches, Johnny had told him he knew a place he thought Simon would like. Simon agreed. Simon noticed they were heading towards the wooded area just to the west of the 141’s barracks building. He’d never been over this way and was now curious.
“Johnny, where are we going?” Simon asked.
“Ye’ll see. Foun’ it maybe a month after we go’ here. Far as I ken, no one bu’ me comes ou’ here.” Johnny smiled, linking his fingers loosely with Simon’s.
Simon smiled beneath his mask and shifted his hand to fully take Johnny’s. He liked the feel of Johnny’s hand in his. The warmth of his skin against Simon’s. Not to mention the electricity that seemed to shoot through him at the physical connection. He was lost in his thoughts and the feel of Johnny and didn’t notice right away that Johnny had stopped them.
“Johnny what—” Simon fell silent.
They were in a little glen of some kind. Completely surrounded and shielded by trees. In the center of the natural tree made circle was a patch of grass, the trees casting shadows there. In a word, it was beautiful.
“Ya like it? I come here sometimes to read or sketch.” Johnny asked with a smile.
“Johnny, it’s beautiful. Secluded, quiet, peaceful like.” Simon answered, turning to face Johnny.
“Aye, if ya like, this can be our place. If ya need ta get away, I’ll bring ya here.” Johnny said, moving into Simon’s space.
“I—I’d like that. No one’s ever—” Simon’s voice cracked.
Not knowing how to voice what he was feeling, Simon pulled Johnny closer and hugged him. Breathing in the Alpha as he leaned down, nuzzling the Alpha’s neck. Johnny’s arms wrapped around him returning the hug. Feeling Johnny running a hand up and down his back was both comforting and exhilarating to Simon.
“No one’s ever done wha’?” Johnny questioned softly.
“This. Offering a private a place, except Roach.” Simon mumbled.
“Wha’ do ya mean a private place?” Johnny inquired as he started moving them.
Simon took in a slow breath as he let Johnny lead them. He hardly registered Johnny easing them both to sit at the base of a tree. When Johnny maneuvered him, so Simon was sitting crosswise in his lap, just as he did earlier in the rec room, Simon finally spoke.
“The night Roach confronted me about bein’ an Omega, before I left, he offered his room if I ever needed a place to just—decompress or something. Told me if I ever needed a place to vent, or to talk, or even a cuddle session—”
Johnny snickered, “A—cuddle session?”
Simon nodded chuckling himself, “That was the day he and I showed up to dinner late. Those three who were with Mitchel, they had been bullying Roach, and I walked in on it. Took ‘em to Price where he had them busted down to Privates and kicked them out of the training program. Roach had been—well excited and spontaneously hugged Price after he told Roach 141 was where Roach belonged. After dinner, I met with Keegan.”
Simon debated whether to continue but figured why not. That maybe it would better explain why he had said what he said. “I told Keegan how seeing Roach that, well, open and free with his Omega had me wondering what it would be like. Keegan said it was normal for Omegas to want that physical connection and had confirmed that Omegas would naturally gravitate to one another for comfort or to be—cuddle buddies. His words. When you dropped on that mission to grab Graves, I felt so lost after I walked you back to your room.
“I ended up at Roach’s door. He seemed to just KNOW what was going on, but I had no fuckin’ clue why I was there. I stayed the night there not wanting to be alone after seein’ you like that. Later the next day, me and Roach were in his nest talkin’ and I brought it up. He said it was normal, how Omegas aren’ meant to be lone wolves. But before 141 that’s exactly what I was Johnny. I handled things myself. Before Price brought me on for the 141, I had just accepted that no Alpha would want an Omega like me. It felt—off but I just moved on. Then—”
“Then what Si?”
“Then I met you. The night on that damned rained slicked tarmac my Omega just—sounds silly but—my Omega snapped to attention. Never felt like that Johnny. Other than you, Price, and Keegan, I’ve been leery around Alphas. Slow to trust them. But with Price and Keegan it’s different than when I’m around you.”
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Johnny’s POV
If Alpha’s could whine, Johnny’s would have. It broke his heart hearing the sadness in Simon’s voice. Knowing that Simon had been alone for so long. Wrapping his arms tight around the Omega, Johnny pushed his scent wanting, no NEEDING to sooth Simon. His Alpha demanded it!
“Oh, mo leannan.” Johnny sighed.
“I told Roach that for so long I felt like something was missing. I know now it was the need for some kind of connection. Even Price said he was glad I was trusting my Omega and making these connections with Roach and even Keegan. With Keegan, it’s more because of how distrusting I am around Alphas. He and I have a shared background. Ya know, abusive Alpha fathers. It’s why my Omega knew I could trust him about my status.” Simon said, pressing in closer.
“Keegan’s one of the good Alphas. Him and Price both. I agree wit’ Price, ‘bout ya buildin’ connections. It’simportant, crucial even fer Omegas.” Johnny hummed, laying his head atop Simon’s.
“How—how do you know so much about Omegas?” Simon asked.
“Tis lik’ I tol’ ya when we go’ back last night, my mam an’ sister are Omegas. Used ta sit wit’ Hailey as mam tol’ her stories ‘bout Omegas an’ Omegan history. Always found it fascinatin’, tha stories an’ legends. The history overall.” Johnny answered with a shrug. “As Hailey was comin’ into her own and learnin’ ta be an Omega, I helped however I could. Mostly by bein’ her personal body pillow.”
Simon snickered, “Well, I can see why. You make a pretty comfortable pillow.”
Johnny chuckled, “I’ll hav’ ta send Hailey a thank ya gift fer givin’ me years of practice. Practice fer ya.”
Simon tensed a little, “You—you want to tell your family? About me?”
Johnny frowned, “I’d lik’ to aye. Simon, wha’s wrong?”
“Johnny, I don’t want to cause you to be embarrassed. Because of me.” Simon replied, his voice quiet and a slight whine in the tone.
Johnny’s Alpha bristled at hearing that. “Why tha bleedin’ hell would I be embarrassed of ya? Because of wha’ others hav’ made ya believe? Tha’ there’s somethin’ wrong with ya? Listen ta me—ya listenin’ Si?” Simon nodded, lifting his head so their eyes met. “Thir’s nothin’ an’ I mean NOTHIN’ wrong wit’ ya. Roach an’ I both hav’ tol’ ya tha’ ye’re the Omega ye’re MEANT ta be. Strong, loyal, smart. Handsome ta boot on top of tha’, even if I’ve only seen yer face tha’ one time.”
Johnny smiled softly seeing the slight blush that Simon’s mask didn’t hide. When Simon chirped shyly and bury his face in the crook of his neck, Johnny dropped a kiss to the top of his masked head before his cheek came to rest there. Seeing his normally confident and stalwart Lieutenant look so shy was one of the most endearing things Johnny had ever seen. Knowing HE was the reason Simon was so soft in this moment had his Alpha’s chest puffing out in pride.
“I’ll only tell ‘em when YER ready fer me to. I wilnae do anythin’ tha’ ye’re no’ comfortable wit’. I promise. Yer pace Simon.” Johnny sighed.
“Thank you.” Simon whispered. He shifted a little and lifted his head to look at Johnny. “Can we—go back inside?”
“Aye.” Johnny nodded. Because he wanted to, Johnny leaned in and kissed the tip of Simon’s clothed nose. Simon’s eyes widened and the blush was back. Johnny grinned. “Yer so fuckin’ adorable Omega. Ya ken tha’.”
Johnny huffed out a laugh as Simon rolled his eyes, blushing more. It hadn’t escaped Johnny that Simon had shivered when he called him Omega. He filed that away for later and let Simon out of his arms as he stood, offering a hand to help Johnny up. Keeping his hold on Simon’s hand, they left the glen and headed back. As they walked, Johnny let his thoughts run as his capable Simon led the way.
‘Hearin’ everythin’ Simon jus’ tol’ me, the things he tol’ me earlier, I wonder wha’ he’d do if I started courtin’ him. Would he even realize I was? Migh’ wanna talk to Roach or even Keegan or Price.’
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Simon’s POV
When they left the glen, Simon hadn’t thought twice about where he wanted to go. His emotions were bouncing all over the place in his head. He wanted to feel more grounded and there was only one place he would feel that. His nest and he wanted Johnny with him. They entered the barracks building and Simon pulled his keys from his pocket. He paused outside his door and cast a look at Johnny. Johnny looked at him and smiled. That was all the confirmation he needed that this was okay.
Unlocking his door, he shifted for Johnny to enter first, with Simon following right behind him and kicking the door closed. Now fully in private, Simon moved behind Johnny and letting his arms slip around the Alpha. Feeling the approving rumbled from Johnny and him leaning back into Simon had him purring.
“I dinnae thin’ I’ll ever tire of hearin’ tha’.” Johnny hummed.
“Hearing what?” Simon asked.
“Hearin’ ya purrin’. I lik’ it. Makes me feel calm, makes me feel happy.” Johnny explained.
“Haven’t purred for a long time. I thought I had forgot how to until Roach and now with you. When you dropped, I wanted to so bad. To offer you some kind of comfort.” Simon admitted.
“Ya did comfort me, Simon. When ya tol’ me to rest an’ let me lay my head on yer shoulder. When I caugh’ yer scent, me and my Alpha started calmin’. Och, I ken the worst was comin’, bu’ in tha’ moment I fel’ calm enough. Tha’ was all ye Simon.” Johnny said, turning in Simon’s arms and cupping his masked face. “Jus’ bein’ near ya.”
Simon chirped happily, leaning into Johnny’s touch. His Omega wanted more though, to feel skin on skin. Reaching up, Simon pulled his mask off. Johnny’s soft rumbling had Simon’s eyes snapping open, not even realizing they had closed. Staring into those blue eyes he saw so many times in his dreams, had his heart skip. They were so full of emotion. Then Johnny’s hands were back on his face, gently cradling his face, his thumbs running soft circles against Simon’s bare skin.
“Sae bonnie ya are Simon. So beautiful.” Johnny whispered.
“Johnny—Alpha.” Simon breathed.
Those words seemed to snap something in Johnny because before Simon could even draw his next breath, Johnny’s lips were on his. Soft, strong, almost possessive. Simon clung to Johnny; the Alpha the only thing keeping him vertical in that moment. Just like earlier, Johnny didn’t push for more, didn’t try to deepen the kiss. Simon desperately wanted to taste Johnny again. On a keen, his lips parted.
Johnny took the hint and slowly, almost seductively, slid his tongue past Simon’s lips to move against Simon’s. Simon moaned, his hands fisting in the back of the soft Henley Johnny wore. How long they stood there in Simon’s room, mere feet from his nest kissing, Simon had no idea. Johnny slowly broke the kiss, leaning in and nuzzling against Simon’s neck. Simon shivered, wondering what it would feel like against his scent gland. Pulling back enough to look down at Johnny, he saw the question and worry in Johnny’s eyes.
“No, no, you did nothing wrong. I just—”
“Ya jus’ wha’ Si? Tell me? Ho’ kin ah help ya?”
“I want them off. The patches. Please.”
“Aye, aye I’ll help ya. Sit in yer perfect nest Omega. I’ll be righ’ back.”
Simon shivered and nodded. He hurried to obey Johnny. He dropped his mask on his nightstand, kicked off his boots, then climbed into the center of his nest. His Omega all but quivering in excitement and nervousness. He lowered his head and took a few slow breaths as he heard water running in his bathroom. He looked up hearing Johnny’s footsteps approach and stop at the bed.
“Look at ya. Waitin’ in yer perfect nest fer me.” Johnny smiled.
“Johnny, join me?” Simon half asked, half pleaded.
He watched Johnny remove his boots, hand him the basin of water with a washcloth soaking in it, before easing into the nest beside him. The sight of Johnny once more in his nest and hearing the Alpha calling it perfect had his Omega swooning.
“Alrigh’, hold tha basin fer me while I use tha cloth ta loosen an’ remove tha patches. Can ya do tha’ fer me Omega?” Johnny asked, kneeling at Simon’s side.
“Y—yes Alpha.” Simon replied.
The sound of Johnny’s lilting voice, almost a full octave lower than normal, the not quite command, had Simon and his Omega reeling in the best way. He so wanted to please Johnny. The first brush of the soft wet cloth against his neck where one of the patches lay, had Simon fighting a full body shiver. His eyes rolled and a low trill escaped his lips.
“Aye, jus’ relax fer me. Doin’ so good fer me Simon.” Johnny praised.
Simon was in heaven in that moment. Feeling Johnny so gently taking care of him, the way he spoke softly as he offered praise, the more Simon relaxed. He was so relaxed he barely felt the pull of the patch being peeled off his skin. However, what Johnny did next was something Simon had only fantasized about. His eyes snapped opened at the same second he whined when he felt Johnny’s lips pressed directly against his gland.
“Joh—Johnny.” Simon panted.
“Aye Simon?” Johnny’s breath ghosting along his gland and the skin around it.
“Pl—please—” Simon keened, not even sure exactly what he was asking for, only knew he wanted more.
“Mmm, ya like this?” Johnny rumbled, kissing his scent gland again.
“Fuck—yes.” Simon moaned, his body shuddering at the sensation.
Simon’s mind short circuited feeling Johnny slowly, tenderly kissing his neck. His breathing became labored, like he wouldn’t be able to breathe if his Johnny stopped. Vaguely, he felt Johnny running the washcloth against the patch on his left wrist. Simon shuddered again when, like he had done only hours before, Johnny softly licked at Simon’s neck gland.
“Johnny—Alpha—” Simon gasped.
“Sshh, tis alrigh’ leannan. Feels good didnae it?” Johnny whispered as he gently removed the wrist patch.
“So good. Is this—what you felt? When—I did that to you?” Simon stuttered.
“Aye, fel’ so good.” Johnny nodded.
Simon whimpered when Johnny pulled away. The whimper melted into a trill as he watched Johnny lift his wrist and pay it the same attention he had to his neck. Simon couldn’t look away. Johnny’s eyes were trained on his, as if watching for even the slightest hint Simon was uncomfortable or wanted him to stop. Simon didn’t, he wanted more. As if reading his thoughts, Johnny shifted closer.
Simon watched transfixed as Johnny rewet the washcloth and moved to the other side of Simon’s neck. As he had with the left side, he repeated the steps to the right. Seconds after the right neck patch was pulled off, Johnny’s mouth and tongue followed. Soothing the barely there sting of the patch removal. Simon’s Omega was a panting needy mess, needing more of anything and everything Johnny and his Alpha would give him.
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Johnny’s POV
By the time Johnny removed the final patch on Simon’s right wrist, his Alpha was reveling in the noises coming from his Omega. He was even more convinced that Simon was his and unless the Omega said otherwise Johnny wouldn’t think otherwise. Lifting Simon’s left wrist to his lips, his eyes stayed on Simon’s face. Drinking in the blissed out look in those bourbon-colored eyes, pupils blown wide. Feeling Simon shiver, the taste of Simon on his lips and tongue, the honey lavender smell stronger now and filling the room.
“Ya still wit’ me Simon?” Johnny asked quietly, still holding Simon’s hand as he lowered it to rest on Simon’s knee.
“That—that felt—I’ve never felt anything like that Johnny. It was so intense.” Simon managed, eyes coming back into focus.
“Aye, it can be an’ usually is. I’m honored ya le’ me show ya tha’. Tha’ ya allowed me to.” Johnny smiled.
“Don’t think I would have let any other Alpha even try.” Simon said, quietly.
The mere THOUGHT of any other Alpha even THINKING of touching Simon had Johnny’s Alpha near seething. Hell, he’d all but challenged Keegan the night before and he was only HELPING Simon. He startled when Simon’s hand cupped his chin, turning his head so their eyes locked.
“Johnny, what is it? You kinda went—I don’t know where, but you weren’t here.” Simon said, concern in his voice.
“Sorry luv.” Johnny sighed, covering Simon’s hand with his. “Jus’ tha though’ another Alpha—kinda go’ ta me.”
“Johnny,” Simon began, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Johnny’s, “I—I don’t want another Alpha. I don’t think my Omega would let me be like this with anyone other than you.”
“Good. Ya saw me las’ nigh’ with Keegan when he came ta check on ya. Tha’ was the second time in less than four hours I all bu’ challenged him. Seein’ ya lik’ tha’, so vulnerable, I wasn’ gonna le’ anything or anyone hurt ya. I ken Keegan wouldnae hur’ ya, bu’ my Alpha was in full protective mode.” Johnny explained.
Simon shook his head and chuckled, “Silly Alpha. I knew I was safe with you, and I doubt Keegan took it personally.”
Johnny scoffed, “I ken he didnae take it personally, bu’ I jus’ hope it wilnae be lik’ tha’ all the bleedin’ time. Especially around him or Price fer fucks sakes. I’d never ge’ anythin’ done.”
Simon leaned in and kissed Johnny even as he laughed. This had Johnny laughing as well and wrapping his arms around him. The kiss was short and sweet. Johnny took the basin from him, sat it out of the way on the nightstand before moving so he was beside Simon now. Without a word, Johnny pulled Simon close, tucking the Omega’s head into the crook of his neck before easing onto his back. Keeping a loose and grounding hold on Simon who was partially laying on him. When Simon started purring again, Johnny could feel it.
“This is nice.” Simon purred.
“Aye, very.” Johnny agreed. Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand he saw the time. “Looks lik’ we missed dinner.”
“We could always see what leftovers Gaz has in the kitchen. Bloody Beta always makes too much.” Simon suggested.
“Tell ya wha’. Ho’ ‘bout ya stay here, change into somethin’ nice an’ comfy while I go see wha’ I can find ta pass fer dinner an’ bring it back here.” Johnny offered.
“You would do that? For me?” Simon asked in surprise.
“Aye, if ya lik’.” Johnny nodded.
“You got yourself a deal Sergeant.” Simon smirked.
“Then I better get goin’, cannae hav’ my Lieutenant gettin’ all hangry.” Johnny snorted.
When Simon rolled his eyes playfully, Johnny just grinned and dropped a peck on his cheek before slipping from the nest. He felt Simon watching him as he pulled his boots back on. Flashing Simon one last smile, he stood and turned for the door before a whistle from Simon had him stop and turning. Johnny caught the keys that Simon tossed his way.
“Hurry back.” Simon said, though it sounded almost like a question.
Johnny didn’t like hearing the doubt in Simon’s voice, as if he was worried Johnny wouldn’t come back. In four strides, Johnny was leaning back in the nest and pressing his lips to Simon’s. “Aye, wilnae be gone long. Promise.”
Reaching up to softly cup Simon’s cheek, Johnny smiled as Simon purred quietly and lean into his touch. Johnny pulled away and headed out. When the door closed behind him, Johnny’s Alpha suddenly felt restless at leaving Simon behind. Making his way towards the 141’s rec room/kitchen, Johnny thought about if he should bring up the theory Roach had mentioned. No, he would wait. If Roach’s theory was the same as the one Johnny was developing, waiting wouldn’t make too much difference.
He stepped inside the rec room and spotted Roach and Keegan. They looked up and met his gaze. “Is it done?”
“Yeah John, it’s done. Texted Simon that it was a bit ago.” Roach nodded. “Where’s—”
“In his nest. Came ta see wha’ I coul’ find fer dinner.” Johnny answered.
“How’s Riley doin’?” Keegan asked.
Johnny sighed and moved closer. “Better than las’ night. After tha two of ya left, we stayed here fer a bit with Gaz, he managed ta eat tha sandwich I grabbed fer him, then took a walk. Talked a bi’ more, then came back. He wanted tha patches off he’d pu’ on before our walk.”
Roach let out a happy chirp, “You two work things out?”
“Aye. Actually—kinda wanna talk ta ya ‘bout somethin’. You too Keegan.” Johnny nodded.
Keegan tilted his head in question, “What’s up John?”
“I wanna court Simon. I jus’ dinnae wanna overwhelm or scare him. Would he even ken if I did? I mean—” Johnny broke off, dropping into the armchair.
“You mean because of how he learned to be an Omega.” Roach finished, his voice calm and understanding.
“Aye.” Johnny nodded.
“John, Riley is very in touch with his Omega all things considering. Don’t know what he’s told ya about his upbringing—” Keegan paused, studying him.
“Tol’ me all. How his parents treated him, wha’ tha’ mother fucker tried to do to him in medical.” Johnny growled.
“Having said that, I’m pretty sure he would know. I would suggest starting small. Nothin’ over the top.” Keegan nodded.
“Keegan’s right John. For a long time, Simon’s been alone, the last three years he’s been worried about you finding out. The choice of how and when he told you was taken from him. You coming here to get food for him and you, that’s a good start. I know I’ve only known Simon a month or so, but in that time, he’s become my brother Omega. He has—moments of self-doubt. Be patient with him.” Roach advised.
“I’ve already seen hints of it. Hell, before I left, he tol’ me ta hurry back, bu’ it sounded almos’ lik’ a question. Lik’ he wasn’t sure I’d come back ta him. Didnae bleedin’ lik’ hearin’ that doubt.” Johnny huffed.
“Like Roach said, be patient. All the years of Riley bein’ alone and not having normal or healthy connections like most Omegas won’t fade away overnight. Did he tell you about me reaching out to Cassie Merrick?” Keegan added.
“He did. Hav’ ya heard back yet?” Johnny nodded.
“This morning but it was her only saying she hadn’t forgotten and was just busy with work. When you go back, ask Riley if he still wants to hear what she’s found or if he wants me to text her not to bother anymore.” Keegan said.
“Will do. Well, better get tha’ food before Si goes nuts fer bein’ hangry.” Johnny replied, pushing himself up from the chair. “Also need ta figure ou’ how ta tell Price. I ken he’s protective of Simon. Jus’ hope he doesnae throttle me.”
Roach and Keegan laughed. Johnny huffed, flipped them both off, then turned to start gathering up food. After nearly three years of working side-by-side with Simon, he’d picked up on things. He knew Simon liked fresh fruit, strawberries, and Pink Lady apples especially, obviously loved his Earl Grey tea. Moving around the kitchen, Johnny found a container of strawberries in the fridge. He’d buy a fresh quart tomorrow and apologize to Gaz.
The Beta had in fact been busy. In the fridge along with the strawberries, were several sandwiches. Finding Simon’s favorite, he snagged it along with one for himself, a few bottles of water, two Pink Lady apples from the kitchen island, and two of the American muffins Gaz had made, along with two of the cookies that Simon kept hidden. Placing all the food in a cardboard box he found, Johnny bid Roach and Keegan goodnight and headed back to Simon.
Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Notes:
Since it's a holiday here in the US and I had a good 3 day weekend, (have to go back to work tonight but oh well. Curse of working 3rd shift. lol) I figured I'd add another chapter. Cause--why not right? Enjoy.
Also, thanks for all the kudos and don't be afraid to leave a comment. I life for that stuff! :D
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Chapter 12
Simon’s POV
Simon’s head turned to the door at hearing the lock disengaging. Rolling onto his side, holding the pillow to his chest, he smiled seeing Johnny walk through the door kicking it closed behind him. Their eyes locked and the smile Johnny was sending his way had his heart melting. He started to sit up, but Johnny shook his head.
“No, don’ move.” Johnny said, his voice low and deep.
Simon shifted back down never taking his eyes off Johnny as he moved closer, holding the box of food. Simon saw something in Johnny’s eyes that he couldn’t recall ever seeing before. A look that equal parts thrilled and terrified him. As if Johnny’s Alpha was trying to push through, a look that said Johnny wanted to be nowhere else than right here with him. He watched Johnny place the box on his desk, sat in his chair to remove his boots, pick the box up again and move towards him. The whole time, the Alpha’s eyes never once left Simon’s.
“Hav’ a bi’ of differen’ things, didnae ken ho’ hungry ya were.” Johnny grinned, slipping into the nest with Simon.
“Thank you, Johnny.” Simon breathed.
“Is it alrigh’ if we eat here in yer perfect nest Simon?” Johnny asked.
“More than alright.” Simon smiled. ‘He said it again! Alpha thinks our nest is perfect!’
“Ya didnae pu’ yer mask back on.” Johnny commented, sitting the box on the bed.
“I—I didn’t want to, knowing you were coming back.” Simon replied, hearing how quiet his voice sounded.
Johnny lifted a hand, and the second Simon felt his warm skin on his cheek, he started purring. It was almost as if his Omega was making up for all the lost time of having nobody nor a reason to purr. Simon’s eyes fluttered closed as he pressed into Johnny’s touch.
“So beautiful Simon. Ya look relaxed righ’ now, relaxed and calm in yer soft hoodie an’ sweats in this perfect nest.” Johnny praised.
“Johnny.” Simon breathed.
Before either could say anything more, Simon’s stomach growled. He felt himself blush, but he and Johnny started laughing all the same. “Let’s ge’ some food in ya, yeah Si?”
“Yeah.” Simon agreed.
This time when Simon started to move into a better position, propped up against the walls of his nest and several pillows so he was mostly sitting up, Johnny didn’t try to stop him. Glancing in the box, a chirp escaped him seeing that Johnny had collected his favorites. The sandwich he liked when Gaz made them, the strawberries, and apples, and what also looked like the muffins the Beta had made and two of the cookies Simon kept stashed in the kitchen.
“You—you picked my favorites.”
“Aye, ‘cept tha tea. I can always go back fer tha’ if ya wan’.”
“How did you know?”
Johnny shrugged, handing Simon his sandwich, “After nearly three years Si, I’ve paid attention.”
Simon accepted the sandwich, “Thanks.”
They sat there in Simon’s nest eating, neither saying anything but Simon felt they didn’t need to. As he ate, he cast glances at Johnny. Simon couldn’t help but take in the sight of the Alpha here in his nest with him. The last twenty-four hours had been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for him and his Omega. His Omegan status being exposedwithout his consent, the conversation with Johnny, knowing that Makarov was targeting him specifically for some unknown reason.
Yeah, it was a lot. To add to it all, Roach’s theory of him and Johnny being soulmates/fated mates was still on his mind. Even more so after his two earlier conversations with Johnny. Should he tell him? Wait and see what happens? How would Johnny react if he DID tell him? They weren’t a couple, or mates, or even courting. Simon suddenly stiffened, his sandwich halfway to his mouth.
“Simon? Hey, talk ta me. Wha’s wrong, you wen’ all pale an’—” Johnny’s concerned voiced piercing Simon’s thoughts.
“Johnny, are you—are you—courting me?” Simon questioned, unable to keep the nervousness from his voice.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny took a swallow of water before he took a breath and spoke, “Aye, or I’d lik’ to. Simon, I tol’ ya I’vebeen o’er tha moon fer ya since tha first mission with ya. I also tol’ ya I think my Alpha has always ken ya were an Omega. I cannae explain it, bu’ I do ken I wanna see where this goes. I wanna keep gettin’ to know ya better, no more secrets between us. Bu’ only if YOU wan’ ta. I promised ya I wouldnae push or pressure ya an’ I meant it. Will ya allow me ta court ya Simon Riley?”
“Joh—Johnny—you mean it? You really want to court me? Officially?” Simon stuttered.
“Aye.” Johnny nodded.
“But what about what others will say? Most, outside of 141 I mean, think I’m an Alpha.” Simon said, looking down and breaking eye contact.
Johnny could see where this was going. Setting his mostly finished sandwich in the box, gently took Simon’s and placed it in there as well before moving the box to the nightstand. Shifting so he was now sitting beside the Omega, Johnny pulled Simon onto his lap, cupping his face so their eyes were once more locked.
“I dinnae gie a jobby wha’ others think. Tha’ means give a shit before ya ask. All tha’ matters is wha’ YOU wan’ an’ tha’ 141 is behind us. I will say, anyone an’ I mean ANYONE has anythin’ ta say ‘bout us or tries ta hurt ya in any way, they’ll hav’ ta deal wit’ me. Ya hear me? Yer it fer me Omega. I only wan’ ya.” Johnny declared, trying to convey to Simon just how much he loved him. “If ya agree, we can tak’ things as slow as ya need to. We have time luv.”
Johnny felt Simon shiver and his thumb brushed the single tear that started to slide down his flushed cheek. What had Johnny and his Alpha swell with pride and hope was the soft smile Simon was giving him along with his nod. But Johnny wanted, no NEEDED to hear his words. To actually hear the Omega agreeing.
“I need yer words Si. May I court ya Omega?” Johnny asked.
“Ye—yes Johnny. You silly Alpha, yes.” Simon answered, nodding and a few more tears started rolling down his cheeks.
Beaming, Johnny leaned in to kiss the tears away. Reveling in the mixture of purring and chirping coming from his Simon, HIS Omega. Johnny chuckled at how Simon was now pressing his face into the crook of his neck, almost like a young pup seeking comfort from its parent. Shifting his left arm a little, Johnny pressed his wrist to Simon’s neck, scenting him. Simon shivered in his arms but lifted one of his arms and lightly scented Johnny in return.
“Thank ya mo ghràdh.” Johnny sighed, smelling his and Simon’s scents blending slightly.
“Did I do that right? Have never scented anyone before.” Simon asked shyly.
“Gu tur foirfe. Absolutely perfect leannan.” Johnny sighed, kissing the top of Simon’s head. Simon trilled as he snuggled closer. “Oh, ran into Roach an’ Keegan in tha rec room when I wen’ ta get our food. Keegan wanted me ta ask ya if ya still want ta ken wha’ Cassie Merrick foun’ or no’.”
“I—I do. I am curious why it was happening to begin with or any theories at any rate. Not gonna lie Johnny, it has me a bit worried if it’s something that can lead to an issue. Plus, with knowing Makarov is targeting me—I need to know if it could put me or you or any of the team in danger on missions.” Simon answered.
“Then we’ll tell Keegan in the mornin’.” Johnny nodded. “Ya finished wit’ yer sandwich? I saw ye were nearly done.”
“Yeah. Though, those strawberries sure look good.” Simon replied, tilting his head up.
Johnny glanced down and chuckled lovingly at the puppy dog eyes Simon was giving him. Dropping a kiss to the tip of Simon’s nose again and seeing the Omega flush adorably, Johnny eased him off his lap. Once he had Simon reclining back against the plush pillows, Johnny leaned over and grabbed the container of the red berries.
“Are you—hand feeding me?” Simon questioned, eyes widening.
“Aye. Hav’ ta tak’ care of my Omega an’ righ’ now, my perfect Omega—” Johnny nodded, opening the container and plucking a berry, then holding it out for Simon. “Righ’ now my Omega, my Simon, wan’s some strawberries.”
Johnny’s Alpha was posturing proudly as he watched Simon bite into the berry he held. Simon’s eyes locked onto Johnny’s as Simon purred. Something about the moment, Johnny feeding his Simon strawberries in Simon’s nest had something trying to flare up inside him. It was similar to the same thing he felt with the rest of the team. Almost asif some kind of connection or bond was wanting to form. But more—intimate, stronger. As if something was trying to tell him something. To break free.
‘Bleedin’ hell, wha’ is this? I ken I’ve been feelin’ tha start of pack wit’ the team, bu’ this it seems—different. I really, REALLY need ta talk to Roach to see if I’m righ’. I cannae an’ WILNAE overwhelm Simon anymore righ’ now.’Johnny thought, selecting and feeding Simon another piece of fruit.
How long Johnny and Simon lay there in the nest, Johnny hand feeding Simon, Johnny had no clue and didn’tcare. All he knew was that he was doing right by his Omega if the soft happy purrs, chirps, and trills from Simon were any indication. He held out yet another strawberry, and Simon turned his head away mere seconds before he yawned. Placing the berry back and sitting the half empty container back in the box, Johnny looked back at Simon.
“Ya look tired luv.” Johnny said softly, stroking the side of Simon’s face.
“Yeah. Sorry.” Simon sighed, softly pressing into Johnny’s touch.
“Ya should sleep. Ye’ve had a rough twenty-four.” Johnny replied.
Simon tensed suddenly, his hand closing around Johnny’s wrist. “Johnny—Alpha—stay with me. Please.”
It was Johnny’s turn to freeze and knew his eyes had to be blown wide. “You want me to stay? Here with you?”
“Please. Last night I only slept because Roach was here. I—I don’t want to be alone Johnny.” Simon took a slow breath before continuing. “I have nightmares sometimes. Had one about you a few weeks back. In the nightmare, I told you I was an Omega. You—you were so angry. Said you’d trust me on the field but not off. Because I lied to you. You—rejected me. Woke up and I could still feel the pain of being rejected. Thought I was gonna be sick and ended up dry heaving in the bathroom.”
Johnny felt sick at hearing that, hearing that Simon’s fear of him not accepting him had caused him pain. His arms encircled Simon, pulling him close. “Steamin’ Jesus. Oh Si, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I would never reject ya. I coudnae. Ya wan’ me ta stay, I’ll stay. I’ll jus’ run ta my den an’ get my stuff fer tomorrow then I’ll come back. I’ll hold ya in my arms as ya sleep. How’s tha’ sound?”
“Hmm, sounds perfect. I’ll put the rest of the strawberries in the mini fridge I have in here. Don’t have anything to put the muffins and cookies in, but the apples can sit on my desk.” Simon answered, hugging Johnny back.
“I think I hav’ a container in my den fer tha muffins an’ cookies. Ya jus’ ge’ everythin’ ready fer us ta sleep while I’m gone. Be back quick. Aye?” Johnny agreed.
“Okay.” Simon replied.
Johnny didn’t waste another second. He collected what little trash there was from their makeshift dinner, merely stepped into his boots not bothering to lace them and hurried from Simon’s nest and two doors down to his den. Entering, he disposed of the trash in his trash bin deciding he’d take it out in the morning.
He gathered what he would need for the next day, stripped out of his clothes, pulled on his sleep wear. A t-shirt and sweats, stepping into his ensuite he dumped his clothes in the hamper. Next, he pulled out his toiletry kit before grabbing what he would need for a shower in the morning, assuming Simon would let him use his shower. Quickly, he brushed his teeth before packing that into the kit.
Johnny re-entered the main room, found the container for the uneaten muffins and cookies he’d grabbed, and after shoving his kit and uniform for the next day in an overnight bag. Then something caught his eye, and he grabbed it, placing it too in his bag. Johnny headed for the door, clicking off the light, locking his door, and headed back to his waiting Omega. He knocked and after hearing Simon call out for him, he slipped inside.
He paused, hearing the door close behind him, but his eyes were trained on the sight in front of him. Simon was laying in his nest; the pillows having been rearranged they way Simon wanted them. A large soft and fluffy looking blanket was half covering Simon. Johnny sat his bag on the floor next to the dresser, toed off his boots, then moved to where the box he had brought their food in sat on Simon’s desk.
Johnny quickly placed the two muffins and cookies in the container he’d brought, sat said container on the desk before turning to face Simon. His Omega smiled sleepily and extended a hand towards Johnny. That was all the moreinvitation Johnny needed. In three steps, Johnny was once more climbing into the nest. He sighed when Simon’s arms encircled him. Johnny tugged the blanket up and over them both.
“Thank you, Johnny. For staying.” Simon breathed, snuggling into Johnny.
“Thank you, Simon, for asking me to. Sleep now baby. I’ve go’ ya.” Johnny replied, shifting further down in the nest, keeping his back to the door.
Johnny dropped a kiss to the top of Simon’s head, receiving a tired chirp in response. Johnny softly ran his hand up and down Simon’s back, humming quietly. Laying there holding Simon in his arms as the man drifted off seemed to calm something in Johnny. Over the last three years how many times had he imagined this. Holding Simon as they drifted off to sleep. After feeling Simon fully relax and start purring softly, Johnny let his eyes drift closed and followed his Simon, his Omega into sleep.
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Simon’s POV
Simon blinked awake feeling the most rested he’d felt in a long time; if ever. It took him maybe five seconds to register he was being held so protectively and recognizing the soothing scent that was enveloping him. Johnny. Carefully shifting in Johnny’s arms, Simon tilted his head so he could see the Alpha.
Johnny looked so handsome in the early light filtering through the window. Face lax in sleep, a lock of hair draped across Johnny’s forehead. Simon’s heart stuttered as he watched the Alpha. HIS Alpha. Simon still couldn’tbelieve it, Johnny not only was okay with him being an Omega, but Johnny, perfect Alpha Johnny wanted to COURT him. When Johnny had asked to court him the night before, Simon’s Omega had all but rolled over kicking it’s heels like a giddy schoolchild.
The longer he looked at Johnny the harder it was to hold himself back. Giving in, Simon lifted his hand and gently brushed the lock of hair from his forehead. Johnny’s face scrunched a little, which Simon found cute, then those gorgeous blue eyes fluttered opened and locked on Simon’s.
“Good mornin’, Alpha.” Simon smiled.
“Mm, guid mornin’ Omega.” Johnny said, capturing Simon’s hand and laying a kiss over his scent gland at his wrist. Simon shivered. “Ho’d ya sleep luv?”
“Better than I have in a long time.” Simon replied, pressing his cheek into Johnny’s hand that now cupped his face.
“No’ gonna lie, fel’ good feelin’ ya fall asleep in my arms.” Johnny admitted.
“I like being in your arms Johnny. I feel safe being held by you, just being close to you.” Simon purred.
“Tha’ makes me happy Si. To ken ya feel safe wit’ me. I only wan’ ya ta feel safe wit’ me.” Johnny praised.
Simon sighed contently and snuggled back against Johnny. “I do Johnny.”
Simon lay there in Johnny’s arms absorbing the feel of being enveloped in Johnny’s scent and the feel of his hand stroking over his head, almost as if petting him. Simon knew they needed to get up and dressed for the day. He sighed, dropped a kiss over Johnny’s heart, before slowly sitting up.
“We should get up. As much as I’d love to spend the day in bed curled up with you, Price will have our heads.” Simon said.
“Aye, yer righ’. Wan’ ta grab a shower firs’?” Johnny agreed, sitting up as well.
“If you don’t mind, then while you get yours, I’ll straighten my nest.” Simon nodded.
“No, OUR nest. If tha’s alrigh’ wit’ ya.” Johnny corrected, cupping Simon’s face.
Simon didn’t know what to say. He felt his whole being just come alive at hearing Johnny’s words and tears tickling the corners of his eyes. Not trusting his voice, Simon covered Johnny’s hands with his and nodded eagerly. Johnny beamed at him before gently pushing Simon out and towards the bathroom. Simon chuckled and quickly gathered his things and headed into the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and as the water heated up, Simon moved to the sink to brush his teeth. Checking his reflection to see if he needed to shave, it didn’t escape him how happy he looked. The cause? Johnny. Seeing he wouldn’t need to shave until at least the next day; Simon turned from the sink and stepped into the shower.
As he set about the task of showering, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to share a shower with Johnny. Yes, Johnny was courting him now and they had admitted their feelings for each other, but Simon wasn’t quite ready for their relationship to cross into the physical. At least not outside of kissing and cuddling. At least not yet. He hoped Johnny would understand, knowing they would need to discuss that topic.
Stepping under the spray to rinse off, Simon debated on if he should leave it on for Johnny. Five seconds was all it took to decide. Stepping out of the still steaming shower, he dried off quickly before stepping into boxers and tugging on a compression shirt. Semi dressed; he stepped out to find Johnny pulling a toiletry kit from his bag.
“Left the shower on for you.” Simon said.
“Thank ya.” Johnny nodded, gathering his things from where he sat them on the corner of the bed. “Give me ten then we can head ta breakfast. Wanna eat in the mess or the team’s kitchen?”
“Kitchen if you don’t mind. Not quite ready to face the rest of the world without you yet.” Simon answered.
“I ken wha’ ya mean, I’m no’ either.” Johnny replied.
Simon smiled, moved in to drop a kiss to Johnny’s cheek. Johnny stroked his cheek before entering the bathroom. Simon moved to his closet for the rest of his uniform. He tugged on a pair of tactical pants, next grabbed a pair of socks before sitting at his desk to lace up his boots. Fully dressed, his next task was his—no, THEIR nest. He removed the top layer, carefully setting the blankets on his desk, before stripping the rest of the bed.
Shoving the bottom layer and what nesting materials he had used for the wall part into the hamper, Simon returned to his closet. He bent down and pulled out two large vacuum sealed storage bags. Since the first time he’dmade a nest, Simon made sure he always had nesting materials on hand. Over the years his collection of blankets, sheets, pretty much anything soft enough to suit him had grown. Methodically, Simon began rebuilding the nest.
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Johnny’s POV
Johnny opened the bathroom door and just stopped. From where he stood, he had the perfect vantage point to Simon working diligently on the nest. Silently Johnny moved fully out of the bathroom only to lean on the wall next to the door. He paid close attention to how his Omega worked. Watched Simon pick up one piece of bedding, run his hands over the material as if testing the quality. If it suited him, it was used, if not it was set aside. Suddenly he remembered what he had grabbed the night before.
Seeing that Simon was focusing solely on building the nest and paying him no mind, Johnny moved to his bag where he had stashed the hoodie he had worn before in his bag. He quickly re-scented it, before moving back towards Simon. When the Omega turned to grab another item from the bag, Johnny held out the hoodie. Simon tilted his head as a questioning sound escaped him.
“Fer tha nest. If ya want.” Johnny offered, holding the hoodie out for inspection.
Johnny remained still and silent as Simon slowly took it. He watched happily as Simon’s fingers brushed the hoodie before lifting it up against his bare cheek. The happy chirps that followed only added to the validation of his decision.
“It—smells like you.” Simon breathed, still holding the soft hoodie to his face.
“I re-scented it fer ya. I remember ho’ Hailey was always askin’ fer shirts or sweaters from me, mam, and da fer her nest. Mam tol’ me ‘tis soothin’ fer Omegas ta hav’ scents of family, or pack, or mates.” Johnny said.
“Yeah, I usually ask Price for a shirt or something sometimes. He always obliges.” Simon nodded.
“Well, if ya ever wan’ anythin’ of mine fer the nest, all ya hav’ ta do is ask.” Johnny replied, stepping closer to kiss him.
“Thank you, Alpha.” Simon sighed, leaning in to press his forehead against Johnny’s.
Johnny rumbled in response, stepping back so Simon could finish. He didn’t miss how Simon placed the hoodie carefully over his pillow. Not wanting to take his eyes off his Omega, Johnny walked backwards toward the pulled-out chair at Simon’s desk. He pulled on and laced up his boots watching Simon finish the nest. He arched a brow when Simon faced him.
“How does it look?” Simon questioned, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing his voice.
Johnny didn’t like hearing that. Standing, he moved to Simon and slipped his arms around the taller man. “It’s bleedin’ perfect Simon. A perfect nest buil’ by a perfect Omega. ‘Tis perfect ‘cause YOU buil’ it. Fer us.”
Holding Simon, Johnny felt and heard the purr. He shivered when Simon nuzzled against his neck before laying a kiss over Johnny’s scent gland. That almost bond he had felt the previous evening flared again; not quite snappinginto place but wanting to. At the same time, he felt it, he felt Simon freeze and tense in his arms.
“Si? Wha’s wrong?” Johnny demanded gently.
“Di—did you feel that? Just now?” Simon shuddered.
“Wha’ did ya feel luv?” Johnny pushed.
“Like—I don’t know, like some kind of connection or something. As if something was trying to slip into place but not quite locking in.” Simon explained.
“Aye, I fel’ it. Though’ it was only me.” Johnny nodded.
“No, I felt it too.” Simon breathed.
Johnny knew they should probably talk about it, but he also knew they would need longer than the short timethey had before they need to start their day. “We’ll talk ‘bout this later aye? When we hav’ enough time.”
“Yeah, later. We should probably get going.” Simon nodded.
Johnny gave him one more gentle kiss before slipping from Simon’s arms to scoop up the fresh balaclava from the nightstand. Facing Simon again, Johnny slipped it over the other man’s head and pulling it into place. His Alpha grumbled at Simon’s handsome face once more being covered.
“Thanks.” Simon said.
“Anytime.” Johnny acknowledged, then paused. “Where are yer patches?”
“In my pocket. I’ll put them on after the briefing.” Simon shrugged.
Johnny couldn’t help but smile as he cupped Simon’s masked face. To see his Omega slowly coming out of his shell and allowing the REAL Simon, even it was just around him and the team, was something to see. Without another word, Johnny slid his arms around Simon’s waist and together they left the room.
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Price’s POV
Price sat at the table in the kitchen/rec room with a cup of fresh coffee flipping through a file that Kate had sent to him. After over a month, Kate and her intel people had finally cracked the laptop Gaz had grabbed the night they captured Graves. What he had read so far, had him worried, pissed, and scared.
Mitchel had been right about Graves playing both Sheperd and Makarov. The bastard Alpha may have been a traitor, but Phillip Graves was a meticulous traitor. The man had kept records of every single transaction and communication he had with Sheperd and Makarov. The file stated there were hours of audio and video files on Graves’s laptop.
What was in the file Price had was enough for him to beg Kate to let him take another round of interrogation with Graves before doing like he had with Sheperd and put a bullet in his head. However, he knew, for now at least, Graves had to stay alive, but she said she’d take another crack at Graves then get back to him. This wrangled Price’s Alpha. He closed the file and sighed heavily.
“Cap, everything alright?” Gaz asked, setting a plate of a full English breakfast in front of him.
“Not really Gaz, but I’ll fill ya and the others in at the brief later today. This looks good son.” Price answered, offering a soft smile.
Gaz beamed and returned to the kitchen. Price tucked into the food the Beta had made just as he heard the door open followed by the scent of honey and lavender mixed with fresh rain. A glance over his shoulder had him smiling like a proud papa. Simon and John, their arms around one another’s waists and talking softly. Both looking the happiest he’d ever seen them.
“Mornin’ Price.” Simon greeted first.
“Mornin’ Capt’n.” John nodded.
“Mornin’ boys. Coffee’s fresh and Gaz is workin’ on food.” Price acknowledged, saying nothing about Simon not wearing his usual patches.
“Hav’ a seat luv, I’ll fix yer tea an’ bring ya some food.” John said, helping Simon into the chair next to Price.
Price studied his Lieutenant as John walked towards the kitchen. Simon faced him, “What is it, Price? Spit it out already.”
“Just observing Simon. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say John’s courtin’ you.” Price smirked knowingly.
“He—he is. Asked me last night if he could.” Simon replied, shifting.
“Congratulations. I’m happy for you son.” Price smiled, laying a hand on the younger man’s shoulder.
“Price, I never thought—never dreamed this would happen. Not really.” Simon sighed. “I was scared of telling him, so sure he’d be like so many other Alphas I’ve met and hate me for lying to him.”
Price turned in his chair, so he was fully facing Simon, “Simon, I told you that you had nothing to worry about. I also know the only reason you felt the way you did is because of Alphas like your father and Mitchel. Not all Alphas are like them. John’s one of the good ones.”
“I know that, hell, knew it the night he stepped off that bloody truck, punched my shoulder, and told me he’d save me a seat.” Simon agreed.
Price squeezed his shoulder, “I’m just happy for you. Seeing you finally opening up, building connections that life hasn’t allowed you to, not hiding your scent around John and the rest of us. You are more than Ghost, Simon. You deserve to have good things in your life, to LIVE your life. You hear me son?”
“Ye—Yeah Price, I hear ya. I’m trying. Johnny and I talked quite a bit yesterday. I don’t feel that—heaviness or that feeling that something’s wrong with me. I mean I do, that’s not going away overnight, but it feels, I don’t know, less.” Simon sighed.
“I’m glad ta hear tha’ Simon.” Johnny spoke up, setting a plate of food and cup of tea in front of Simon. Price watched on as John leaned down and kissed the top of Simon’s head. “Didnae mean ta eavesdrop.”
“It’s alright.” Simon said, reaching up to cup John’s face. “Get you some food then join us, yeah?”
“Aye, had ta take care of ya first.” Johnny grinned with a wink.
Simon and Price chuckled as John hurried back to the kitchen. Before either man could say anything again, the doors opened, and Roach and Keegan came walking in. With all of them in the same area, Price felt something twinge inside him. He fought the urge to stiffen as a thought occurred to him.
For a while now, even before Roach and Keegan joined the team, Price had felt this same feeling a few times. Usually when they were all together. Once Keegan and Roach joined, he had begun to feel it even more. Like the final pieces of a puzzle starting to click into place. After the briefing, he would reach out to Kate. If his gut and Alpha were right, he would need the American Omega’s help and hoped she would accept the role that was all but hers anyway.
As John, Keegan, Roach, and finally Gaz joined him and Simon at the table with their food and drinks of choice, Price sat back observing. It soothed him and his Alpha watching and listening to his team talking, laughing, and just bonding. Adding more credibility to his suspicions. He laughed at Roach’s excited cry when Simon and John announced they were officially courting. The others joined his laughter when Roach hopped up and hugged Simon from behind, the younger Omega no longer able to contain himself.
“Easy Bug.” Simon chuckled, patting Roach’s arms around his neck.
“Sorry Si, I’m just so happy for you. For you both.” Roach was smiling so big it was a wonder his face didn’tcrack.
“Thank ya Roach. It means a lot ta Simon, an’ me ta hav’ yer support. Same ta all of ye.” John added, glancing at each of them in turn.
“You don’t have to thank us mate. You and Ghost are our teammates. We’ve got you both.” Gaz spoke up.
“That’s right, you two have the rest of us watching your backs. No matter what.” Keegan agreed as Roach retook his seat beside the medic.
“Always.” Price stated, lifting his coffee mug in salute to the couple.
Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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Chapter 13
Price’s POV
After a semi quiet breakfast, semi quiet after Simon and John’s announcement anyway, Price and the rest of his team headed for the war room. Price moved to the front where his laptop was waiting. While the others took their seats, Price got things set up. He was just about to start the link up with Kate when the door opened and the Omega in question walked in.
“Kate, I wasn’t expecting you in person. When did ya get here?” Price asked.
“About an hour ago. Felt I should be here in person instead of sitting in that flat in London.” Kate shrugged, moving to stand beside him. Price saw her glance up and clock the room. “When did that happen?”
Price saw where she was looking. Simon and John sitting side-by-side talking quietly. Roach and Keegan doing the same with Roach sitting on Simon’s other side. “Simon and John are courtin’ and if I had to guess, I’d say Roach and Keegan are headin’ that way. As for when, can’t speak for Roach and Keegan but Simon and John made the announcement this morning at breakfast.”
Kate smiled softly, “I’m happy for them. Especially for Simon. He’s been alone and hiding for too long.”
“You knew. Before this happened, I mean.” Price said.
“Not officially until Mitchel was captured and you told me what happened, but my Omega seemed to clock it the first time I met him when you formed 141.” Kate shrugged.
Price chuckled, shaking his head. Kate was always perceptive. She and her Omega were one in everything, much like Roach and his. Price finished setting up while Kate fixed herself a cup of coffee. It also made him wonder if she’d felt what he’d felt at breakfast. Pushing that thought aside for now, he called for everyone’s attention.
“Alright you muppets. About a month ago when Graves was apprehended, Gaz was able to grab his laptop which was handed off to Kate after she and I interrogated the bastard. It was heavily encrypted. Kate, you wanna take over here.” Price began.
Price sat as Kate took over, “Me and my people were finally able to crack through the encryptions. I’m not gonna lie boys, it’s not good. As you know, Graves was working with Makarov, but so was Mitchel. From his interrogation, Roach and Keegan were able to gather a bit more.”
“Graves knows about me. Doesn’t he?” Simon spoke up, his voice trembling slightly.
The room fell silent. Price kept his eyes on Simon. Watched as his SIC take a shuddering breath and lower his head as if he was ashamed. He watched as John pulled the larger man into his arms, whispering what Price could only assume was words of comfort. Roach reached over and took one of Simon’s hands in his, doing whatever he could to comfort his brother Omega.
“I’m sorry Simon, but yes. Mit—” Kate started before she was silenced by both a growl AND a hiss.
“DO NOT SPEAK THAT FUCKER’S NAME.” Roach hissed, his head snapping up to level a glare at Kate.
“Roach—” Price began before Keegan interrupted.
“Roach, Laswell’s not the enemy. Calm down darlin’.” Keegan soothed.
“Call him anything else but DO NOT say his name around Simon, me, or Roach ever again.” John growled, holding Simon closer.
“I’m sorry, you’re right Soap. Simon, I’m sorry. I wish to God this hadn’t happened to you, to ANY of you.” Kate apologized.
“It’s alright Laswell. I wish it hadn’t happened either, but it did. I have to push on. We all do.” Simon said, lifting his head to meet her gaze. Not looking away, he lay his head on Johnny’s shoulder. “What were you starting to say about—Dr. Traitor?”
“He confessed that Makarov wasn’t the only one he told about you being an Omega. He also told Graves and Sheperd. Graves was playing both Sheperd and Makarov. With Sheperd no long breathing, that means he had been working solely with Makarov since then. The fucker kept meticulous records of all transactions and conversations with both. Every phone call recorded, every email saved and hidden, all face-to-face meetings were recorded in either audio only or with a body cam of some kind.
“Those files haven’t been looked at yet and I have personally moved and sealed them away so only I have access. Simon, I would like your permission to view and listen to these recordings to find out what else was discussedor mentioned about you. I don’t need an answer right now. Take a few days to think it over, talk it over with your—Alpha, seeing as this decision will affect you both.”
“There’s no need, you have my permission. Just—find out what was discussed.” Simon replied, shivering slightly in Johnny’s arms.
“If Simon has agreed, I do too.” John added, holding Simon a bit tighter.
“Alright, I’ll keep you both informed then delete the data after so no one can find it or try to use it against you or the team. As for the emails, it paints a very, very, disturbing picture. After the doctor’s interrogation, I took another crack at Graves. He was in the process of finding another location for a lab that Dr. Traitor would have been heading for Makarov.” Kate continued.
“A lab? For what?” Gaz questioned, what sounded like dread lacing his normally calm voice.
“For experimentation. More specifically Omegan experimentation. Graves and Dr. Traitor confirmed via email, that Makarov plans to experiment on Simon if he gets his hands on him. Possibly others, but Simon was to be the first and the most extensive experiment subject. There was also mention of breeding experimentation. On Simon.” Kate answered hesitantly.
Price felt his Alpha surging to life. It was one thing knowing Mitchel had known but the fact that Graves was also involved and was helping with Mitchel and Makarov’s twisted plans only made the anger his Alpha felt after John reported what happened in that shed and what he witnessed during Mitchel’s interrogation grow tenfold. The room was silent for maybe five seconds before the most painful whimper hit his ears and the smell of burning honey and flowers hit the air. He realized that Simon was registering what Kate had just explained. Price was on his feet in a blink and taking to a knee in front of Simon who was now clinging to John, but careful not to touch him.
“Simon, son, listen to me. Makarov will NOT lay a hand on you. I—your team—WE won’t let that happen.” Price vowed.
“Listen ta him leannan. Yer no’ alone, yer safe Simon.” Johnny cooed, pressing Simon’s face against his neck.
“I—can’t—bre—breathe—” Simon was gasping now. “Don’t—let—them hurt—me—"
John’s panicked eyes locked on Price’s as Keegan was instantly beside Price. “Riley, Riley, take a slow breath. You’re alright. John’s got you, we’ve all got you. You’re safe with us.”
Simon took a shuddered but slow breath, held it, then released it. Keegan nodded encouragingly, “There ya go. Another slow breath for me. That’s it, you’re doin’ good Lieutenant.”
A calming feeling began to shift in the air as the sour smell of destressed Omega started fading. Gaz. Glancing up, Price saw the Beta was now behind John and Simon projecting his calming scent for all he was worth. Then Price heard the sound of Roach purring his heart out as he gently rubbed Simon’s back. Slowly, Price watched Simon calm down, sinking more into John’s embrace and nuzzling at the Alpha’s neck. That feeling of a bond was tugging at him again. Stronger than ever as everyone’s scents started blending together. A scent that said home, family.
“John let’s call it here. Simon’s too upset and I refuse to hurt him anymore.” Kate whispered, as she bent down near his ear.
“Yeah.” Price agreed. “Besides, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Alright.” Kate nodded.
“Let’s call it for today. John, Roach, Keegan, get Simon out of here. Keegan, give him a once over just to be sure. Roach, you and John will be there to keep him calm. Gaz, thank you son. You lot have the rest of the day to reset. This was a lot, and we haven’t even covered half of it. We’ll try again tomorrow.” Price instructed.
“I’ll cook dinner tonight. Anything special you want Ghost?” Gaz inquired.
“Something—comforting.” Simon answered, his voice still shaky.
“You got it.” Gaz smiled.
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Roach’s POV
Roach helped John get Simon to his feet. Roach on Simon’s left, John on his right and Keegan bringing up the rear, his med kit over his shoulder. Worry and anger swirled in Roach at seeing Simon all but non-verbal. The need to help his fellow Omega had Roach gently pushing his scent. Hoping it helped as it mixed with John and Keegan’s. The three scents surrounding Simon, all three projecting CalmSafeEaseProtection.
In no time they reached Simon’s nest. Roach supported Simon while John quickly pulled the keys from Simon’s pocket and unlocked the door. Roach was instantly hit with the blending scent of John and Simon, which told the younger Omega that John had stayed the night with Simon. This pleased him beyond words, and he couldn’t wait to smell the bonding scent once they took that next step he just knew was coming. His Omega was sure that wouldn’t be far off either.
“We’re here Si, back in your nest. You’re safe.” Roach said softly as he and John steered Simon towards the nest on the bed.
“It’s alrigh’ luv, le’s get ya in yer nest.” Johnny whispered.
“Our—nest.” Simon corrected.
“Aye, aye Simon, our nest.” Johnny nodded, smiling lovingly at Simon.
Roach eased back a little and let John help Simon sit on the edge of the bed. Roach took a knee and quickly unlaced Simon’s boots before tugging them off. John sent him a nod of thanks before pulling Simon further into the nest. Keegan rested his hands on his shoulders as they watched Simon curl up into Johnny.
“What can we do John?” Roach asked.
“I dinnae ken. Keegan, is he gonnae be alrigh’?” Johnny replied, eyes locking onto Keegan’s.
Keegan slowly reached toward Simon, his stethoscope already around his neck. Roach tensed and kept his eyes on John. Simon had said the nest was theirs and with John courting Simon officially now, he and Keegan knew it was risky. Another Alpha reaching into the nest without some kind of consent from the Omega who built it. John’s arms tightened around Simon, but he still nodded for Keegan to continue. John’s blue eyes locked on every move Keegan made, but the younger Alpha wasn’t growling or challenging Keegan.
“Riley, I need to check your breathing and your pulse. John is allowing me to do that. If that’s also okay with you, give me a thumbs up.” Keegan said, keeping his voice calm and low.
Everyone let out a relieved breath when shakily Simon gave a thumbs up. This told Roach that despite not really speaking he was at least partially aware of what was going on. Wringing his hands, Roach watched Keegan competently and quickly check Simon’s breathing and his pulse. After less than three minutes, Keegan was easing back, and it was only then that John seemed to relax.
“Everything sounds good. His breathing is back to normal, his pulse a little fast but not worrisome fast. Not like yours was when you dropped.” Keegan reported. “Have to say, I’m impressed you let me anywhere near y’all’s nest. Was expecting a growl if not a fist.”
“If I wasna so worried ‘bout Simon I wouldnae hav’.” Johnny sighed, laying his head atop Simon’s as his shoulder relaxed.
“Al—Alpha.” Simon whined, shivering harshly in John’s arms.
“Sshh, I’m here Omega. Tal’ ta me, wha’ do ya need?” Johnny cooed.
“Co—Cold. So—cold.” Simon pleaded, pressing closer into Johnny.
Roach didn’t hesitate. Spotting a folded blanket at the foot of the bed outside the walls of the nest, he grabbed it, opened it, and lay it gently over Simon and John. “How’s this Simon? Better?”
Simon nodded and a half chirp escaped him. “Th—thank you—Bug.”
“You just rest with your Alpha. John’s got you now, Si. You’re gonna be okay.” Roach said, stroking Simon’s back. Simon nodded, burying his face against John’s neck. “John, you, and Simon both try to rest. If either of you need anything, I mean anything, me and Keegan are just a text away.”
Roach glanced over at Keegan who was nodding. “Roach’s right. I’ll text you later before coming to check on him personally. If that’s alright.”
“Thanks Keegan, thank ya both.” Johnny sighed.
Roach and Keegan nodded bye and turned to give Simon and John privacy. Once in the hall, Roach took hold of Keegan’s hand and without thinking pulled the Alpha towards his room. He heard Keegan sputtering behind him, but all Roach cared about was getting him and Keegan somewhere private. Unlocking his door, he pulled Keegan inside, and before Roach thought twice, he all but threw himself at Keegan.
“Whoa, hey, easy Roach. Talk to me.” Keegan said, wrapping his arms around Roach.
“Seeing Simon like that—it was too much Keegan. Seeing him shutting down and looking scared and not a full two days after he and John came back from that fucked up mission. It—it just got to me.” Roach whimpered, clinging to Keegan.
“Oh Roach.” Keegan sighed, holding him close. “It’s alright. I’ve got ya darlin’.” Roach barely noticed when Keegan scooped him up into his arms, “May I enter your nest, Roach?”
“Yes. I want us in my nest. Please.” Roach nodded, his arms slipping around the Alpha’s neck.
Roach just hung onto Keegan as he moved them into Roach’s nest after kicking off his shoes. As Keegan laid back, Roach snuggled closer just breathing in Keegan’s scent. Feeling Keegan’s hand running slowly up and down his back helped to sooth him further. Enough for Roach to quietly begin purring.
“Sshh, it’s alright darlin’. I’ve got you. You’re safe, Riley’s safe.” Keegan whispered.
“I’m sorry.” Roach whispered.
“Sorry for what Roach?” Keegan asked softly.
“I didn’t mean to lose it like that with Laswell. Just—hearing that bastards name set me off. Feeling how scared Simon was at hearing what—” Roach shuddered.
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Keegan’s POV
Keegan sighed and just held Roach closer, “Listen to me, you were being such a good Omega. Protecting your brother Omega like that. Like you did in that interrogation room. Riley is so damned lucky to have you as a brother Omega. Ya hear me? You did nothing wrong and have nothing to apologize for. I doubt Laswell took it personally and understood you and John’s reactions.”
“You think so?” Roach asked hopefully.
“I know so.” Keegan nodded.
Roach began relaxing and Keegan just lay there in his nest holding him close. He himself had been angry when Laswell started talking about the experimentation that Mitchel was supposed to conduct on Riley. At their debrief the previous day, Roach had vocalized his theory on what Mitchel had meant about helping with the breeding.
Keegan had hoped his suspicion was wrong, but Roach said he believed that Mitchel meant that Makarov probably meant to not just control Riley, but possibly to breed him in an attempt to create some kind of superior race. What little Laswell had said in the rec room had all but confirmed it. Keegan had wanted to be sick. If Roach was right, that meant Makarov wouldn’t stop in hunting Riley.
“Roach?”
“Yeah Keegan?”
“You don’t have to answer but, how did you come to the conclusion of what that traitor and Makarov were wanting to—use Riley that way?”
Roach was silent and had stiffened. Keegan’s Alpha was berating him for even asking, but then Roach let out a breath and began speaking. “When I was in basic, I stumbled across something I wasn’t meant to find. One of the other boots, an Alpha named Deitz, didn’t seem to care for the fact that me and two other Omegas were in his squad. I brushed it off as just another knot headed Alpha. Then, maybe a month in I was awakened by a sound.
“I slipped out of my bunk and followed it. I found him and three other Alphas. They were holding down one of the other Omegas in the showers. The Omega—his name was Frank Saunders—Frank was a good guy. Would have made a good soldier, wanted to be in intelligence. They had Frank stripped naked and Deitz was—raping him while his buddies held Frank down. Telling him how he was going to make Frank his bitch. That Frank would carry superior pups only, how Dietz wasn’t gonna stop till Frank did just that. How each of them would take turns but Deitz would be the first.”
“Jesus.” Keegan gasped.
“They didn’t see me, so I ran and got our drill sergeant and Dietz, and the other three Alphas were arrested. Itwas then discovered that the four of them were looking into ways to use the army as some kind of twisted hunting and breeding ground. Looking for an Omega or several Omegas as guineapigs or something. They all had these books and papers about what to look for. Research that while society mostly frowns on, there are some that believe it.
“Frank was hospitalized for nearly two weeks before he was discharged and returned to his family. Dietz and the others were sentenced to life in prison. I testified against them along with Frank. During the trial, Dietz—I guess trying to scare me or somethin’, he somehow got a letter out to me. Basically, saying what he had planned for Frank was also planned for me. Rather than scare me, it pissed me off. The note was admitted into evidence, and I didn’t back down.” Roach finished.
“Oh Roach, Gary. Shit, I’m so sorry darlin’. Sorry that you went through that.” Keegan breathed.
“It’s in the past and he can’t hurt me now. I just know I won’t let anyone do that to Simon. Makarov has the wealth and means to do so.” Roach replied, pressing his face in the side of Keegan’s neck.
Keegan’s Alpha was a mix of pride, horror, and anger at what Roach had just told him. To know that Roach had gone through something like that only had Keegan promising he would further protect not just Riley, but Roach too. He held Roach closer trying to calm down when he felt it. Roach sighing and so softly nuzzling against his scent gland.
Keegan was unable to stop the shiver that raced through him. When he didn’t pull away, Roach did it again. Keegan’s eyes fluttered. It felt good. Then the Omega in his arms did something Keegan never expected. Roach breathed his name seconds before Keegan felt his lips against his gland.
It was as a nuke had gone off inside him. A blinding flash of sensations slammed into him. Keegan gasped, his hand sinking into Roach’s curls holding him in place. Roach again pressed a kiss there, the tip of his tongue slowly grazing the skin around his scent gland. Keegan had never felt anything like this.
“Ro—Roach.” He gasped.
“Yes?” Roach asked, easing back enough so their eyes locked.
“Fuck darlin’.” Keegan growled.
He saw Roach’s eyes widen seconds before his lips captured the Omega’s. He moaned when Roach’s fingers slid into his hair and deepened the kiss. Keegan gripped Roach’s hips and shifted him, so he was now straddling him. Feeling Roach whimper and roll his hips against Keegan’s had the Alpha groaning and bucking up.
“Ro—Roach, we—shouldn’t. Not now.” Keegan managed.
Roach leaned down, their foreheads touching. “I’m—I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologize sweetheart. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothin’ more than to take this further, but I don’t want to rush this. The last few days you and I have started getting to know each other and I want us to keep doing that. Am I making any sense?” Keegan sighed.
“You’re making plenty of sense you silly Alpha. You’re right, we have time. Alright, we can take things slow.” Roach agreed.
“I want to do this right. Will ya let me start courtin’ ya darlin’?” Keegan asked.
Roach jerked up, looking down at him, his green eyes wide in surprise. “You—you want to court me?”
“If you’ll let me.” Keegan answered.
“Yes! Oh, Keegan yes.” Roach chirped, snuggling back against Keegan’s chest purring like crazy.
Keegan chuckled and wrapped his arms around the Omega. “Thank you, Omega.”
“No, thank you Alpha. For choosin’ me.” Roach smiled.
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Simon’s POV
Simon stirred in Johnny’s arms. He felt wrung out. Slowly, his eyes opened, and he found his Alpha watching him. “Johnny?”
“Aye, ho’ ya feelin’ luv?” Johnny nodded, gently running a finger down Simon’s cheek.
“Exhausted.” Simon admitted, laying his head back against Johnny’s chest.
“I gather. Yer alrigh’ though, yer safe.” Johnny said, rubbing his back.
“I’m sorry for fallin’ apart like that. I thought I was good but—” Simon broke off, hiding his face in Johnny’s chest.
“Sshh, ‘tis alrigh’ mo chridhe.” Johnny cooed.
“So much for me being strong. I’m a coward.” Simon mumbled.
“No, no Simon. Listen ta me, yer no’ a coward. Yer tha strongest person I ken. Na yin, no one on tha team thinks yer a coward.” Johnny argued.
Simon jerked up so that he was sitting up. “I am though! The second Laswell said that Makarov wants me to—to—experiment on me, what did I do? I fuckin’ froze Johnny! How does that make me strong? Huh?”
Johnny opened his mouth but before he could utter a single syllable, Simon snatched his mask from the nest and was on his feet. He heard Johnny yelling for him, but Simon didn’t stop. He charged from the room, pulling his mask on and ran full speed down the corridor, his sock covered feet slipping only slightly. He had no idea where the hell he was going, just knew that he had to get out of there.
Shoving through the door out into the afternoon sun, Simon didn’t pause. He turned away from the building and started running. Simon’s lungs burned, his vision blurred from unshed tears, but he couldn’t stop. How long or how far he ran he didn’t know. Finally, his Omega seemed to kick in and next thing Simon knew he was stumbling before hitting his knees.
Slamming his eyes closed, Simon threw his head back and screamed. All the fear, the pain, all of it ripping out of him and into the sky. As his scream died, echoing around him, Simon buried his face in his hands as his body began shaking. The first sob that came out was rough and harsh. Yet once he started, Simon couldn’t stop the sobs. Just like the scream, the sobs seemed to claw their way out of him.
Simon was so lost to the emotions that poured out of him, he never heard or sensed the person approaching. It wasn’t until the familiar smell of cigar smoke, aged whiskey, and cedar engulfed him along with strong yet comforting arms. Price. Simon turned into his captain and friend and all but collapsed into him. His hands clutching at Price’s shirt.
“Sshh. It’s alright son. I’ve got you.” Price said, shifting his hold on Simon.
“Pr—Pr—Price.” Simon stammered.
“You’re alright, it’s just us.” Price replied, starting to rock Simon as if he was a small pup.
“I—I yelled, and I ran—from Jo—Johnny. Couldn’t—face him.”
“Oh Simon.” Price sighed. “I saw you run past me, John not far behind. Told him I’d get ya and for him to get Kate. He’s worried about you.”
“He—shouldn’t bother. I’m not—worth it.” Simon managed.
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Price’s POV
“Yes, you are. Simon, you are WORTH being worried over. John, me, the rest of 141, we all care about you.” Price argued.
“I’m—not!” Simon yelled, trying to struggle in Price’s arms.
Price only tightened his hold as the smell of burnt honey and flowers filled the air around them. It broke his heart seeing his Lieutenant, his friend, breaking like this. A sound behind him had Price glancing over his shoulder to see not just John, but Kate as well. Kate was holding John back. Knowing she had John, Price focused once more on the Omega in his arms.
“Simon, talk to me. I’m not lettin’ ya go till you do.” Price ordered gently.
The fight seemed to just melt out of the Omega. “I’m not—worth bein’ protected. No one—ever cared before. Why now?”
“You ARE worth bein’ protected. I’m sorry your parents couldn’t see what a treasure you are, but I see it. John does too. He cares about you, and you care about him. John wouldn’t be courtin’ you if he didn’t. He chose you and you chose him.”
“I don’t want him, you, anyone hurt because of me. Maka—Makarov won’t—stop till—he gets me. Why? Why am I cursed? Why can’t—I just be—me? Why can’t—I have anything—good and happy? Why are people always—tryin’ to—hurt me?”
Price lay his head atop Simon’s. “I don’t know son. I just don’t know. I DO know that John, me, Kate, Gaz, Roach, and Keegan will do everything we can to keep you safe. We will stop him once and for all. To give you the happiness you deserve.”
Simon said nothing, just continued to cling to Price and whine quietly. Price sensed John and Kate slowly approach and kneel just behind him. He could see that John wanted to reach out for Simon but held himself back. Price was impressed with the control the younger Alpha was displaying.
“Ghost, Simon, can you hear me?” Kate asked quietly.
“Las—Laswell?” Simon whispered.
“That’s right, I’m here. John’s here too.” Kate answered.
“Joh—Johnny?” Simon gasped.
“Aye Simon, I’m here. It’s alrigh’.” Johnny spoke up but made no move to pull him from Price’s arms.
“Simon, how ‘bout we get you inside, yeah? Where do you want to go son?” Price inquired.
“Re—rec room. Safe there.” Simon stated.
Price shared a look with Kate. Yes, Simon was speaking, but barely. That had him worried, worried that for the second time in less than seventy-two hours his SIC was almost non-verbal. Casting a questioning look at John, Price waited. John took a slow breath in, held it, released it, then nodded. Shifting his hold on Simon, Price managed to stand with Simon cradled in his arms like a small pup.
Kate took point while John brought up the rear, and they headed back towards the building. Price was glad that when Simon had run from the building, it had been towards the wooded area behind the 141 building. This meant no one but the rest of the team would see them, see Simon like this. Ahead of him he saw Kate texting on her phone, and he assumed she was texting the others and telling them to meet them up at the rec room.
When they finally reached the rec room, Price noticed that Simon had gone completely silent. John was at his side instantly. After John sat on the sofa, Price gingerly transferred Simon from his arms into John’s. The second Simon was in John’s arms; he instantly began nuzzling along John’s scent gland. He turned to face Kate. She tilted her head to the side, and they moved away from John and Simon.
“John, what happened?” Kate asked quietly.
“If I had to guess I’d say Simon is having some kind of drop. Hearing what Makarov is wanting to do to him was too much. Fuck Kate, what do we do?” Price sighed.
“I don’t know, I just don’t know except we have to protect him however we can. Now, what did you want to talk to me about earlier?” Kate replied.
“Kate, I know you’re not here constantly, but you’re here enough that I’m sure you’ve felt it.” Price sighed.
“Hmm, you mean the Pack bond trying to take hold.” Kate said.
Price snorted, “Knew ya felt it too. What should I do? I don’t want to overwhelm Simon more than he already is, but my Alpha seems to feel that maybe this could help protect him.”
Price glanced back to where John and Simon were curled up on the sofa. Simon’s face pressed into John’s neck while the younger Alpha rubbed his back and was whispering something softly to Simon. He couldn’t help but smile nor the skip of his heart at what he watched. Price watched as Simon started suckling at Johnny’s gland and Johnny simply began rocking him.
Price’s smile faded slightly though. He had heard that the pack bond could be draining emotionally yet also knew from having worked with packs in the past it seemed to be worth it. That somehow having the pack bond just brought the pack even closer and they worked even more cohesively as a unit.
“I say we wait for the others and bring it up to everyone.” Kate answered.
“If they agree, Kate, I want you part of the Pack. You and me as the Pack Alpha and Omega. I know that your mate isn’t here but—” Price broke off when Kate raised a hand to stop him.
“I’d be honored. As for Sharon, she’s in London. If it’s unanimous, I can have her here in an hour. You do realize that if we do this, it’s most likely going to send everyone into their ruts or heats?” Kate inquired.
“What?” Price gaped.
“For the bond to take, everyone needs to be off their suppressants. It will take at least three days for them to be out of everyone’s system. Once the suppressants are fully out of everyone’s system, it will only be a matter of hours before the ruts and heats hit.” Kate explained.
“I didn’t know that part.” Price grumbled.
“Most don’t. Watched other Packs fail at bonding because of that or because the choice wasn’t unanimous or it was, but they didn’t stop their suppressants. Its as if the suppressants block it or something. Everyone has to be on board for this John.” Kate said, her tone telling him how serious she was.
“If they agree and we do this, when will we know if the bond takes?” Prince asked.
“It can vary, but if it takes, typically once everyone is out of their cycles it either locks in or it doesn’t. It’s the length of how quickly everyone feels it that varies.” Kate replied.
Looking back at Simon and John, Price felt his Alpha grumbling as a protectiveness for them, for all of them surged. The door opened and the rest of his Pack, or hopefully soon to be Pack, hurried in. He watched as Roach all but ran to John and Simon, dropping to his knees and sharing a few quiet words with John, before laying his head on Simon’s knee. In a show of Omegan solidarity.
“I understand. I want to tell them. Now. My Alpha’s all but demanding it.” Price nodded.
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