I Want Nothing Without You

Summary-

Sherlock is an Alpha that never wanted to take a mate, Beta or Omega it didn't matter he didn't want them. They would only distract him from The Work, if they staid long enough to view The Work. Sherlock hated people and people tended to hate him. At least until he met John.

John, an Omega that was invalided home from war after being shot, never thought he would find an Alpha that could over look the fact that his womb was damaged. He never thought he would get his dream family. That is until he met a unique Alpha by the name of Sherlock.

Chapter One-

John sighed looking at his military issued gun that sat on his desk. His hand twitched and he didn't know if it was from his wound or from the urge to use the gun on himself. John had been back in London for less than two months, and after being active in the war for years it was strange, almost unnatural. He would still have been at war if he hadn't been shot and been made invalid and sent home.

It was John's daily routine to wake up, use the loo, dress, and then pull out his gun and decide if he would be using it on himself today or not. With another sigh, John picked up his gun and began to dismantle and clean it. It wasn't his wound that had caused a trimmer in his hand that ruined his surgery career, nor was it the fact that he was no longer a soldier that caused him to decide every morning wither to eat a bullet or not. It was the fact that some how during the time between the snipper's bullet entered his shoulder to waking up after surgery his womb had been damaged to the point that the chances of him being able to conceive were next to none.

That news had shattered Johns hopes and dreams. Ever since John had presented as an Omega he had two dreams. The first one, being a Doctor in the military, had come true. But the second one that had sat on the back burner while he was a doctor in the military was to find his Alpha and start a family. And now, John closed his eyes to fight back his tears, now that would never happen.

Suddenly the four walls of his small one room apartment began to close in on him, and John needed to leave his apartment right then. As quickly as he could, John stood up and grabbed his cane before he limped out of his apartment, locked the door, and took a walk. As he walked he forced everything from his mind.

He knew that the way he was dealing with his emotions about everything that had happened to him was not healthy, his therapist constantly reminded him of that every time he was forced to see her. She wanted him to talk about it, but John couldn't. She wanted him to write about it, but every time John opened his laptop to try and begin writing, the walls around him would start closing in on him. John knew he needed to find away to help him deal with his loss, wither it be talking to someone who he could trust, writing it in a blog, or even being able to admit it to himself.

"John! John Watson!" Someone called out to him snapping him out of his thoughts, John looked around quickly noticing that he had somehow made his way to a park, before turning around to find a slightly over weight Beta walking up to him excitedly. The Beta looked familiar but John couldn't really put a name to the face. "Stamford, Mike Stamford." The Beta introduced. "We were at Barts together." It was then that John finally remembered the Beta.

Mike had been one of the few students that didn't seem to mind that he was an Omega, the only Omega, in their class. Had even stood up for him a few times when some of the other Betas and even a few Alphas had tried to bully him into quitting.

"Yes, sorry, yes, Mike, hello." John said shuffling his cane to his other hand to shake the hand Mike had offered him. John instantly noted the bonding ring on Mike's finger and tried to shove off the anger and resentment he suddenly felt. It wasn't Mike's fault that he was useless now.

"Yeah, I know, I got fat." Mike joked misreading the look in John's face.

"No, no." John said shaking his head while awkwardly looking around not wanting Mike to know the real meaning behind John's look.

"I heard you were abroad somewhere getting shot at. What happened?" Mike asked. Annoyance flew through John, it was painfully obvious what had happened!

"I got shot." John said through clenched teeth and his response was Mike awkwardly looking away, and that eased the annoyance in John a little.

"Right, how about we get some coffee and catch up?" Mike asked unsure. John was torn, part of him wanted to be alone and mope about what had happened to him while the other half was afraid of what he would do to himself if he were alone.

"Sure." John sighed out and the two of them slowly limped towards a coffee stand, well John limped and Mike awkwardly walked slowly next to him. After ordering coffee, John set off to find the closest bench to have Mike stop pitying him. The silence between them was tense for a couple of minutes before John finally broke it, not being able to stand it any longer.

"Are you still at Barts then?" John asked and Mike seemed eager to talk about something that didn't seem be a touchy subject.

"Teaching now." Mike said with an awkward laugh. "Yeah, bright young things like we used to be. God, I hate them." He joked causing John to chuckle as he shifted his cane to rest more comfortably against his leg, drawing Mike's attention to it. "What about you, just staying in town till you get yourself sorted?"

"I can't afford London on an Army pension." John informed him trying to keep his eyes from drifting over to a young family walking in the park with their children. Something he would never get to do.

"And you couldn't bear to be anywhere else. That's not the John Watson I know." Mike said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I'm not that John Watson." John snapped. That John was useful, he could still conceive. The John he was now was broken. His hand began to twitch again and, trying not to draw attention to it, switched his cup to the other hand.

"Couldn't Harry help?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," John scoffed, "like that's gonna happen." Harry had her own problems to deal with, she didn't need to have to be forced to take in and look after her broken Omega brother.

"I don't know, get a flat share or something?" Mike suggested.

"Come on, who'd want me for a flatmate?" John asked with a tight lipped smile. He was broken. Useless. No one, Alpha, Beta, or Omega, would want to share a flat with him. John looked at Mike like he had lost his mind when he began to laugh. "What?"

"You're the second person to say that to me today." Mike said still chuckling. That shocked John. There was someone else out there who was having trouble finding someone to live with? Were they just as broken as him? His curiosity had peeked enough that he couldn't stop himself from asking who it was. At that Mike smiled mischievously. "He's an unusual Alpha that claims to not want a mate, Omega or otherwise."

"Unusual how?" John asked.

"You'll have to meet him to find out." Mike said before cheeking his watch. "He should still be at Barts." With that said Mike stood up and began to walk in the direction of Barts. John sat there for a second or two before he forced himself to stand and follow Mike.