Cracked Silk

Chapter 30

Warning: Major angst, Cheating, and physical violence - please read with caution –

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a overeager imagination

"…Sherlock?"

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The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are wrong- The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; remembrance for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world's existence. All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create in him a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what he was.

It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. He knew what he was doing when he cheated on his mate the first time, and the second. And all the times after that. But he didn't know how John would react to it; if he would have hit him, cried, or if he would have cheated back.

He never expected John to actually leave him.

Then shit happened: people died, Sebastian came and took John away from him, then Moriarty popped up and boom: John was pregnant.

Then more shit happened, and now? Sebastian has his pregnant mate while he's stuck dealing with Jim.

"I have his address," The short omega stated. "You go and get your whore of a mate -"

"-Watch it." Sherlock growled from the corner of the room. Jim looked up from his phone, glaring.

"Go fetch John and bring him here, whatever the costs. Knock Sebs out and bring him here as well - I'm very pissed at him at the moment. I might even let you in whenever I decide to kill him," Moriarty shrugged, slipping phone in his pocket.

Sherlock scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't plan on wasting anymore time on that bastard. I just want John and his pups."

"Even though they aren't yours?"

"They're John's, so they're mine."

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"Sherlock?"

His voice rang out through the silence like a forgotten melody. He felt Sebastian wrap around him from behind, his hands covering John's plump stomach.

Sherlock's eyes followed the movement, his eyes ablaze. However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he whipped out a small taser gun and shot Sebastian's arm, pushing him off the gaping blond.

"Shit!" Sebastian dropped to the ground, his body spasming. His eyes were still open and looking at John worriedly. Sherlock was honestly surprised the alpha wasn't knocked out yet - the taser was strong.

"Come with me," Sherlock commanded, grabbing John. John looked back at Sebastian with shock written on his face.

"No! What the hell? This is not how you talk to people! OR treat them, especially when they're six months pregnant!" He shouted, struggling against his alpha even though his instinct was to snuggle into him.

"You're mine, and I'm taking you home. You've had enough of Moran. I've had enough of Moriarty. He agreed to let us go if we just drop Sebastian off at Jim's."

"Jim? What about my pups? You aren't the father." John confessed,his brow furrowed.

"Our pups," Sherlock stopped, and put his own hand on John's bump. "They've always been mine, John. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it." Sherlock promised, his icy eyes staring into ocean blue ones.

"I don't want you or Moriarty to hurt Seb," He stated, watching as Sherlock grimaced at the nickname.

"I'm not going to. I don't know what Jim wants with him," He lied easily. "Let's go, Jim doesn't like tardiness." He said, opening the door to the big white van Jim gave him. He ushered John into the front seat before going back, tying, and gagging a very red and angry Sebastian Moran.

Authors Note: Sorry for my absence and the shortness, I wanted to give you guys something quick. I had more but my computer exploded (literally!). No excuse, and I'm working very hard on the end of this story~ ENDGAME: SEB/JOHN or SHERLOCK/JOHN? I'm taking votes. :) Thanks!