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It was no secret to the SDN that the Z-team grew quite attached to their dispatcher, but the only problem is the fact that Robert was a Beta and they’re all Alphas! Well that’s what Robert told everyone at least. He was actually an Omega, a very unhealthy one at that.
Ever since his father died and he became Mecha man, he was so caught up on catching Shroud that he didn’t exactly take care of himself or his Omega side. Being in a coma for a couple of months didn’t exactly help with that fact either.
Robert didn’t even need pheromone blockers to hide the fact he was actually an Omega, the only time you could smell them was if you were sniffing his scent glands directly or if he was in heat. Luckily for Robert, his self destructiveness made it so his heat rarely ever came to begin with
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”Can we stop bickering and do our fucking jobs??” Robert says into his mic, it was the 5th time this WEEK they got into a useless argument. Yesterday they were all sabotaging each other like it was his second day there!
Robert had his head in his hands trying to calm his oncoming headache when he heard the soft click of a private line opening. He clicked over to the now open line and Sonar’s voice filled his ears.
”Robbie, do you like anything else other than those twinks?” He asks, was he seriously asking that at this time?
“They aren’t called-fuck what ever. Why do you ask exactly?” Robert says with a sigh. If Sonar’s just trying to be annoying he can deal with that, he does not want to try disputing the argument happening right now.
“If you tell us-I mean me, I’ll stop fighting!” Sonar replies. The last part caught Robert's attention, will Sonar actually stop fighting with the team if he answers that? Actually, he knows the answer to that. “Sonar. Do not lie to me at this moment.” He says, his voice laced with annoyance, “but yes, I do.”
The call goes silent for what felt like a minute before Sonar finally says something, “well you gonna tell me or just keep quiet?” That snapped Robert out of his peaceful daze, fuck he forgot to actually tell Sonar his answer.. That’s a little embarrassing. “Oh right, little caesars” he says finally, which in result fills the call in silence.
“Are you dead ass or playing a joke on me?” Sonar finally says, based on his tone Robert could tell Sonar was disgusted. “Can you blame me? It’s cheap and I’m broke” Robert shoots back almost immediately.
“I’m slightly disappointed at the response but not surprised. Alright, fine.” Sonar says, “what do you-” but before Robert can ask, the private line clicks close and the sound of the Z-team making a bet fills his ears.
“Nah that bitch couldn’t even handle 5 minutes.” Flambae says, based on the snip-bits Robert has picked up on already, the bet was about him.. Of course it was about him. Recently the Z-team’s been making more bets on him than ever, he can’t even count the amount of times he’s heard them betting on some aspect of his life.
“Are we seriously making a bet about me right now?” He butts in, immediately silencing the group. “Hey bob bob, have you ever had sex?” Flambae questions.
Robert's face flushed and he stayed silent for a little, some of the Z-team called his name but he ignored them until an alert popped up on his map. A sewage pipe broke, he knows exactly who to send. “Flambae a pipe broke for you to fix, and no I will not answer that question.”
“AY! FUCKING BITCH, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME FIX A SEWAGE PIPE!” Flambae yells, “actually, I can. Everyone else is already on a mission and you're the one with fire powers. This’ll be the last mission of the day anyway, so you can shower before going home” Robert says, a smile clearly plastered on his face as he sends him the location. Flambae grumbles a bit but doesn't say anything else, only leaving while the rest of the team makes fun of him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the day ends. Robert can finally go home and lay down-on his lawn chair. Yea that sounds appealing right at this moment. He just wants to go home and relax, maybe take a shower and at least try to rest?
Suddenly a sweater gets thrown at his back causing him to jump upon impact. “I can smell your ass stressing over fucking nothing. Is your heat about to start or some shit?” Oh, it was just Chase. Robert sighs, he forgot even with his weak pheromones, Chase can smell him. For a beta it was pretty impressive, betas are known for having a weak sense of smell, but it makes sense for Chase to be able to smell the difference in his. No matter how weak they are.
“Wait what? What do you mean it's starting soon.” Robert sits up, what Chase said hitting him in a matter of seconds, fuck was his heat starting soon? He hasn't been heat in MONTHS, will he be able to handle it? God what is he going to tell his job..
“Hey hey, calm the fuck down. Even with your weak scent everyone's going to be able to smell how stressed you are. The fucks wrong with you?” Chase says, breaking Robert out of his thoughts. “Hey- Chase, are you able to cover for me??” Robert asks, turning his chair towards Chase. He doesn’t know what type of face he’s making, but with Chase’s reaction he can tell he probably looks hella stressed.
“You haven’t fucking told them?! You could tell them you were Mecha man but not the fact you were a fucking omega?! YOU HAVEN’T EVEN FUCKING TOLD SDN YET?” Chase immediately berates him. Even after years Robert can tell Chase is more worried then annoyed.
“Yea yea I know, but Chase please?..” Robert puts on his puppy dog eyes and voice. God he always hated using it but he kind of had to for Chase to agree with him. “Fuck don’t look at me like that,” Chase says, his face immediately changing, “Fine. Fuck fine, yes I can. I’ll tell SDN and the Z-team you’re sick or some shit. But you’re taking my fucking sweater and I will be bringing your ass more-” Chase glares at Robert when he tried opening his mouth to disagree, “-because I know you have shit for a nest.” He finishes finally, still glaring at Robert.
“..is that your only requirement..” Robert finally says, taking the sweater and hugging it to his chest slightly. “Yes. Now get home, and you better eat something other than twinkies, if I find out you only ate twinkies for the love of god I will-”
“Yea yea I heard you the first million times.” Robert says, interrupting Chase and standing up. He leaned down to pick up Beef, who started wagging his tail happily, but Chase slapped his hand and shook his head. “Fuck no you aren’t taking Beef, if you want me to not lose my shit I’m taking him. Now get!” He said, pointing towards the door.
Robert quickly turned his computer off, grabbed his things (including Chase's sweater), and bolted towards the elevator. He didn’t even properly send the Z-team off before leaving.
Once the fresh air hit him he calmed down slightly. He always loved the smell of the outside, it always seemed to help calm his nerves and chronic pain. A small smile crept along his face, his inner omega purred slightly before he started walking. He decidedly ignored the store by his home, he didn’t have enough money to buy anything anyway.
Fuck he had no money, how was he supposed to survive his heat without Chase? Back when his dad was alive Chase would always be there to help him, even when his dad berated him for it.. God his dad would be so disappointed in him right now. Not only did he lose the Astral pulse but he was also letting his instincts take over. Robert sighed and lowered his head slightly, staring at the ground as he walked. He shouldn’t be thinking about his dad right now, that’ll only make everything worse.
Finally he was in front of his apartment, he slowly pulled his keys out and unlocked his door in one swift motion. His door swung in and he walked into the cold, empty apartment. His inner omega whined once his feet set inside. Fuck Chase was right, he was going into heat.
Robert huffed out a small laugh before closing the door and heading towards his kitchen. He has to have at least something in the fridge, right?
He swung the door open and was greeted with only a few bottles of beer. Seriously, that's all he had? Without a second thought he slammed the door closed and growled a little, god he couldn’t even buy water for when his heat did come?
Suddenly he heard a knock on his door, was Chase already here? He left the SDN building at least 30 minutes ago, ain’t no way in hell that old man got here that fast.
He slowly walks over and opens the door, only to be greeted with the entire Z-team, they’re all smiling at him happily. Sonar and Mal stood in front holding multiple pizza boxes from Caesar’s.
“Fuck man. Your apartment really is sad.” Sonar says, practically shoving Robert out of the way as he walks in. Robert tried opening his mouth to give a response but the pheromones hit him like a speeding truck.
Everything came tumbling down, he could feel heat pool into his stomach into a tight knot as his scent glands flared trying to find a mate. His mind became a little fuzzy and his knees wobbled under him.
Before he could stop himself he let out a quiet whine. Slapping his hands over his mouth and nose as quickly as he can to muffle the noise, which seemed to have worked because no one heard it. No one but fucking Sonar of course.
His ears perked, immediately turning towards him. Sonar looked over and made eye contact with Robert, who was now slouching on a wall slightly, still covering his mouth. They made eye contact, and Robert watched in horror as Sonar’s face changed from confusion and realization in the matter of seconds.
“You got some candle or some in here mate?” Mal asked, breaking the tension between them. “If ya do, ya gotta tell me the brand lad! Smells fuckin nice in here!” Punch up said as Mal gave him a small smack on the back.
Sonar broke eye contact first, quickly turning away and towards Mal, who immediately looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. Robert can’t exactly see what’s happening, but they clearly have some sort of face talk code because Mal quickly looks over at Robert with a surprised face.
Robert now had a hand placed on the wall behind him trying to hold himself up from slipping and falling. His mind was slowly muddling before he could stop it, all the pheromones surrounding him were too much, Sonar’s and Mal’s concerned scents weren’t exactly helpful either.
“The fucks wrong with you? Looking like a bitch in heat.” Flambae said, suddenly appearing in front of Robert’s face. Flambae's eyes went wide in the matter of seconds after he got close enough to actually smell Robert. He quickly covered his mouth and turned around, immediately catching Sonar and Mal’s eyes.
He wasn’t exactly close to Flambae anymore, but god his pheromones were practically attacking his nostrils. The heat in his stomach finally snapped as he slummed down onto the floor, he whined once he sat completely down on the floor. Robert was now panting, sweat rolling down his forehead. His scent glands burned on his wrists and neck, trying to get the attention of the alphas around him.
That’s when Robert was suddenly aware of the eyes on him, though he couldn’t exactly care right at the moment. His mind was too fuzzy to actually put any thought into it.
It was far too much. He’s only ever been around 2 alphas while in heat, one being his father, and the other being Shroud. Both cruel in their own ways but still, he’s never had this many alphas around him, all their scents mixing together and muddling his mind.
Then, just as fast as it started, he blanked out. Eyes closed abruptly as he plunged into darkness, the only thing he could remember was the shouts and smells around him. His father was the last thing he pictured before passing out.