I thought I might have a little go at the Omegaverse. This is multichapter so do expect more from me.

Mycroft looked at the girl on the other side of the glass. She was clearly terrified. Her long hair was matted and dirty and her big brown eyes shone in unadulterated fear. Even he could scent it coming off her in waves and he was a beta. Which is exactly why he had strictly prevented any alphas coming near. They would be stupid and unable to control themselves. They would get angry and she would sense that, terrifying her all the more. She had only ever been abused by alphas, on her own and in the dark. More would not be good for her. Neither is keeping her in an interrogation room he thought as he drew out a cigarette and lit it. There was a knock on the door as he took a drag.

"Come in." He didn't bother to look round. A man came in and twiddled his thumbs, waiting for some sort of guidance.

Mycroft picked up the file in the table and looked up at him. "Ah, you must be Dr. Watson. Omega I see. You must be rather sort after."

"For cases like these, yes sir." He looked at the floor when he said this, obviously disturbed by the fact he was seeing a high ranking beta. That just didn't happen, it was always alphas that took the top jobs. But then who ever heard of an omega psychiatrist? Especially a male one. They were often sent away, and certainly didn't get jobs.

"Relax Dr. Watson please. Have a seat." The sandy haired man sat opposite Mycroft, and he immediately relaxed.

"Let's get down to business shall we? You seem to have a lot of experience in this area, yet you are how old?"

"25 sir. I was home schooled and my parents were doctors themselves. You can guess the quality of education. If you don't mind me saying so, you seem quite young yourself for someone so high up. I normally deal with alphas." He raised his eyebrows.

"You're quite right doctor. Though I must say now that this case isn't a normal one."

"You've done the right thing already by keeping any alphas a long way from her. She'd be able to scent them from some distance. And you know how they get. All protective, when it would only do her more harm. I tend to find that the hardest job in these cases is making them go away. I know they mean well but they can be so-"

"Stupid?"

"Not that you heard it from me."

"Of course not. Now, her file. This is probably one of the worst cases I've seen..."

The doctor looked unfazed, "That's what most people say. Omega trafficking is far more common than you would like to think."

Mycroft looked him right in the eye, "I know only too well how common it is."

The doctor matched his gaze. "I thought you might. You've done a lot of good Mr Holmes. A lot of good. Especially for people like me."

"The omega community have expressed their thanks on many occasions."

The doctor leaned back in his chair, "If only we weren't so rare, our problems would be solved." He smiled. Mycroft raised his eyebrows at his attempt to lighten the mood.

"You'd be surprised how many people laugh at that. Anyway, who has she been in contact with since her extraction?"

"Only betas and some omega nurses but she's so scared of people she won't let anyone near her. She starts snarling."

"Hmm, yes, that is quite common. Where was she kept?"

"A six foot by four foot box that had chains on one side and a bed near the other. It was obvious that when she started her heats-"

Dr. Watson stopped him, "Wait, are you telling me that this girl had started her heats? And had been knotted?"

Mycroft put the file down, surprised. "Yes, I thought that was common practice?"

"No. No it's not. And it makes our lives much harder. It means that they were keeping her for breading purposes. They could even of forced her to bond with one of her captors."

"Ah. Thats not good."

"You killed all of them didn't you? I quite understand it's normal procedure. But if she had bonded then she will also be going through rejection. I think the sooner I see her the better. Get the ball rolling. One more thing, any family? What's her name?"

"I don't think she has a name. She was born Molly Hooper. When she was taken her family was murdered. From what we've managed to find out she was about ten or eleven at the time."

Dr. Watson stood up. "That's very late. We must assume that she is damaged in a different way to most but on the plus side, she should remember her family and that should make the trust process easier."

"Well, she's in there when you want to see her."

The shorter man walked over to the glass. Molly was in the corner furthest from the door. Idiots. Why did they put her in an interrogation room? He rolled his shoulders back and centred himself so that he only projected his omega caring side and concern. He knocked on the door and poked his head round. He could sense the girls fear but he hoped the calm he exuded would help her.

"Hello." he said in a quiet voice with a smile. "Can I come in?"

She looked puzzled. Obviously not used to people asking her permission. "Umm, yes?"

He walked in and sat down next to the door. "I'm John." he said, again in a quiet voice. "What's yours?"

It looked like she was trying to remember exactly what her name was. Her Masters had just called her Girl. But she thought back. To before Masters and darkness to a time of light, and cuddles and laughter. What did people call her then? She looked the John man in the face. "Molly" she said. The John man smiled. He smelled funny. Like the time before darkness. She wanted to crawl over to him and beg him to hold her. Even if that meant he had to go in her private places, like her Masters did. She wanted to be surrounded by his smell.

"Do you know Molly, we have something in common."

Her eyes snapped up to him. She didn't look him in the eye.

"Yes Molly. You and I are both omegas." he put special emphasis on the word. "Do you know what that is?"

She stared at him with wide eyes, and then said, "It means that we are slaves. That we must obey our masters and let them knot."

The John man looked sad, "No it does not Molly. It means that we are very special. And very rare. It means that we are loving and kind by nature. We do not have masters. Only our mates, and we let them knot. But only when we want to."

Molly tilted her head. "Why would you ever want to?"

"Because it can feel nice."

"I don't understand."

"you don't need to Molly, not yet." At that he got up and slowly walked over to her. He then sat down in front of her, still centring himself so she could only pick up calm and love coming from him. He then opened his arms wide and smiled at Molly. She faltered for a minute, but very soon she launched herself into his arms and cried.

He held her there and rocked her, stoking her hair and telling her everything was going to be alright.