Intended Daily Schedule:

7:00-8:30...wake-up & Eat Breakfast
8:30-12:00...Watch a Movie (snack 10/10:30)
12:00-1:00...Lunch
1:00-2:30...Talk about whatever together
2:30-3:15...John takes nap while Sherlock does research/work
3:15-5:00...Watch TV/Chat shows
5:00-6:30...Dinner
6:30-7:30...Sherlock reads aloud to John
7:30-8:30...Bath
8:30-9:00 Evening Snack/Bedtime

Sherlock

Sherlock sat on the floor holding his now silently crying Omega, he himself was feeling quite numb. He had always known his brother was a pompous asshole obsessed with status and societies views; but, he hadn't truly believed his brother could behave as cruelly as he just had. Sure his brother in the past had always implied it was Sherlock's own fault when people, including their father, mistreated him; however, being cruel to an Alpha who had the means to fight back and speaking cruelly about an Omega while said Omega hid in his Alpha's neck was an entirely different level of callousness.

As much as Sherlock wanted to delve into his mind palace and make the necessary adjustments given this shocking turn of events but he no longer had that luxury; he had John to worry about first. Now that the Omega was somewhat settled (relatively, he was still clinging tightly to him while tears ran down his face) and Sherlock himself had calmed down enough to think properly the Alpha could smell the urine in John's diaper.

"It's okay," Sherlock said softly, "I promise, Mycroft is an asshole, nothing has changed. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Sherlock kept up a soft string of reassurances as he shifted the Omega into a better hold and managed to get up to his feet. John breathe had begun to hitch until Sherlock finally got a steady hold on him while standing then he settled back into just silently crying.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Sherlock suggested moving towards the bathroom, "Do you want help?" Sherlock had the feeling he already knew the answer. John's whole body was shaking, it was unlikely the Omega was up to taking care of himself at the moment.

John nodded and broke back into loud sobbing noises, "P-P-plea.."

"John," Sherlock sat down on the closed toilet with John in his lap and began rocking the Omega gently, "I don't mind, that's how this independence this works. If you want to clean yourself up that's great. If you want help that's great too. You have a choice, I'm okay with whatever you choose."

John

John was worried about everything. Sherlock had been so proud of him and now he was back to square one. He wanted the reassurance and comfort he felt in the beginning when Sherlock had changed him with such gentle compassion. He needed to know that Sherlock meant it when he said he wasn't going to leave John, or even take him back to the Sanctuary.

Sherlock held him for a little longer then he supported him while he stood for Sherlock to clean him up, "Do you want to take a bath now?" Sherlock asked softly, "I think we could both use a little relaxing before our next meal." John nodded because that actually sounded perfect. The Alpha smiled and kissed his forehead as he started to run the warm water into the tub.

"Sherlock," John whispered as he pressed his face into the crook of Sherlock's neck, he wasn't really hiding from anything but it was nice to feel surrounded by Sherlock's warmth and to remind himself this Alpha was not 'Sir' or 'Master' but 'Sherlock'.

"I've got you," the Alpha responded pulling him closer and rocking him slightly from side to side, "Mycroft is wrong, about most things, but especially about you. You are good, special, and strong. There is strength in you John, I know it's there. I will deal with Mycroft, Mummy will be furious when she finds out about his behavior." John really didn't know what about himself was strong, he couldn't even do anything for himself he needed Sherlock to do everything for him but Sherlock said that he was strong.

Sherlock turned off the taps and helped him into the bath. They sat together in the warm water with John safely ensconced between the taller man's legs. John enjoyed feeling Sherlock run the soft soapy wash cloth over him before moving on to John's favorite part of bathing with Sherlock, shampooing. Sherlock's long fingers firmly, but gently, massaged the shampoo into his head, even trailing his hands down to his shoulders and massaged at the tension in his shoulders.

When Sherlock rinsed his hair John felt as if the Alpha was rinsing the pain from what Mycroft had said away. All this time surrounded by Sherlock's atmosphere of compassion, pride, and something stronger that was completely unfamiliar to John (he enjoyed it though, he would gladly spend all day surrounded by that feeling) as well as all the gentle touches the man was providing made John believe that Sherlock was telling the truth when he said that Mycroft was wrong.

Sherlock & John

By the time they got out of the bath Sherlock's phone was buzzing, a quick look indicated that it was now 5:00 time to get a smoothie into John and make dinner. Sherlock pressed a button to turn off the alarm before wrapping John up in a large towel and drying himself off. He would focus on John now, the Omega while much calmer than when Mycroft left still seemed very tense and unsure, calling Mummy could wait until the he was asleep. Sherlock led John into the bedroom to get John dressed into his favorite pajamas and he put the first set of pajamas he found on for himself before leading John into the kitchen, happy that John was feeling well enough to walk on his own (even if Sherlock did enjoy carrying the Omega from time to time).

John followed Sherlock into the kitchen even if he wasn't hungry. He just grabbed the smoothie that was closest to him and played idly with the label while Sherlock pulled out a couple cans of soup and sat down next to him after putting the cans on the table. John looked up at Sherlock and then back at the smoothie, he didn't want to eat. He was tired and just wanted to go to bed. Sherlock pulled John into his lap though and took the lid off the smoothie before handing it back to John and kissing the back of his neck. Realizing the his Alpha wasn't going to let him skip the meal John lifted the smoothie to his lips and began to drink.

"After dinner we can do whatever you want," Sherlock reassured, "We can't have you skipping meals though." Sherlock sat with the Omega in his lap and rubbed the smaller man's stomach while he drank the smoothie. John just looked exhausted and the look he'd shot Sherlock had indicated that he was anxious so Sherlock had decided to pull the man into his lap since the smaller always seemed more willing to eat when Sherlock held him. John chose the tomato soup and Sherlock brought him to the Kitchen and set John on stirring the soup while Sherlock began to make a toasted cheese sandwich to go with it.

Once dinner was eaten John grabbed the book then looked at the bedroom, "Do you want to read in the bed instead of in the chairs John?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, please, Sherlock," John replied and even smiled slightly when Sherlock settled into the bed with John and after pulling him close so that John could rest his head on Sherlock's chest and listen to his heartbeat (one of John's favorite sounds) began to read.

Once John had been asleep for about an hour Sherlock gently slid out from under him and, leaving the door ajar so that he could see John and John would hear him if he woke up before Sherlock got back to bed. The alpha pulled out his cell phone and dialed the first phone number he had ever learned and waited until someone picked up, "Mummy," Sherlock said, "I have much to share..."