Prompting Part XXX

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Fill Part 3A

[tsukichibi]

By the time that John Watson had got to be about fourteen years old, he’d accepted that he wasn’t going to present as either an alpha or an omega. It happened; much of the world’s population was composed of betas, and it probably wouldn’t have bothered him at all if he hadn’t remained so damn small. As it was, some of his mates complained about not having become alphas, a few were mortified that they were being sent off to the special omega school, but for most of them, including John, life continued as normal and he’d never really given the whole alpha, omega and beta thing much thought outside of what it would mean for his future in the army until the day he met Sherringford House.

There was just something about the man that would have screamed alpha, except everything about House was just too classy for a raised voice. He had a commanding presence that demanded attention from anyone who happened to be in the same room. And he was bloody brilliant. He knew the answer to any question that he was asked when it came to chemistry. More than that, it was obvious that his intelligence wasn’t just because of books. John would never forget the way House had looked at him and just... known so much about him. Sometimes he could still feel the intensity of that burning stare. It even invaded his dreams at night and for the first three days that House was at the school he woke up with damp sheets and flushed cheeks, his body trembling with the memory of long, cool fingers, a warm tongue and silvery blue eyes framed by black curls that seemed to stare straight into his soul.

He tried in vain to shake the lingering memories off as he got out of bed and had a long (cold) shower. By the time he got out he was running late, and he had just enough time to make sure that Harry was still breathing. She was passed out face down on the sofa and the room smelled so heavily of alcohol that John couldn't help making a face. His stomach twisted as he leaned over her and nausea forced him to hold his breath as he placed two fingers on the side of her neck, feeling for a pulse. It took a very long minute but finally he found it, the slow pulse reassuring underneath his fingertips. He backed away, one hand cupped over his mouth, and made his escape.

The cool morning air was a blessing. He breathed in deeply and wiped the sweat off of his forehead, rubbing his belly with his free hand. The nausea had abated somewhat but he could feel cramps forming. It hurt and he winced as he hefted his backpack higher onto his good shoulder and started walking. It wasn't food poisoning - he hadn't eaten anything outside of the norm during the past few days - so maybe he was starting to come down with something. He didn't get sick very often but when he did it usually took him down and out for at least three or four days. He hoped that wasn't the case; life was complicated enough without adding something like that onto his plate.

"Hey John!"

John looked up, startled, and realized that he was much closer to the school than he had thought. One of his friends was waiting outside of the gates, cigarette held casually between his index and middle fingers. He ambled closer and tilted his head in greeting. "Hey, Mike."

Mike Stamford looked at him with a faint frown. "Jesus, John, you look awful," he observed, taking a drag. "Maybe you should go home for the day. I could tell the profs if you're not feeling well."

Fill Part 3B

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"No, it's fine," John said, drawing his sleeve across his forehead again. He felt flushed and warm in spite of the cool breeze. "I just feel kind of hot, you know? It's probably just because I woke up late this morning and had to hurry. I'm sure I'll feel better soon."

"If you're sure," Mike said, shrugging. He tossed the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. "Just don't collapse in the middle of class. I can't imagine Professor Wilson would take that very well."

"It's almost tempting to try it." John smirked. Professor Wilson was notorious for being one of the worst teachers that had ever graced the halls of their school. No one liked him and the feeling was mutual. He idly rubbed his stomach and added, "Besides, we've got that lab in Chemistry today. I won't have the chance to make it up, either. Tomorrow is supposed to be Professor House's last day."

"Right, right." Mike nodded and clapped John gently on the shoulder. "Well, nothing for it but to do it."

Easier said than done. John tried to focus during his first class of the day, he really did, but his mind kept wandering back to Professor House and his dreams no matter what he did, and on top of that annoyance he kept feeling increasingly ill. Halfway through the class he had to take his jumper off because he couldn't stand it any longer. The wool was itching against his arms and neck. He felt better once it was off, but he couldn't shake the feeling that taking all of his clothing off would've been best of all. But, of course, that was ludicrous, and he dug his fingers into the desk and resolutely tried to ignore it. Maybe he should go home, he thought, staring out the window. Whatever he had seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

By the time the class was over, he'd decided to stick it out through Professor House's class and then go home and hopefully back to bed where he would be able to sleep it off. He mopped at his brow again as he stood up and picked up his backpack. It was odd, though: he was clearly sick and yet he didn't feel tired the way he normally did. In fact he felt strangely energized, like there was an electric pulse thrumming beneath his skin that was making him feel on edge. He shifted uneasily as he wove his way through the crowds, heading for the Chemistry classroom. Something clearly wasn't right but as long as he could make it through this one last class and save his grade, well, then he could go home and strip naked and do whatever it took to beat this flu.

All of his plans went awry the moment he entered Professor House’s classroom.

Re: Fill Part 3B

[tracionn]

YES! You're filling another omega one - oh yesssssssssssss.
Thnx so much! Looking forwarding to reading it, so much.

Re: Fill Part 3B

[adrieunor]

Awww yeeeah. Too many of my kinks combined here.

Go go go go go!

Fantastic start.

Re: Fill Part 3B

[tsukichibi]

*sets camp and waits for next chapter trying not to drool too much*

Re: Fill Part 3B

[tsukichibi]

OP

Oh man, I can't wait to see the next part. *waits somewhat less than patiently, on the edge of seat*

Re: Fill Part 3B

[tsukichibi]

Dreaming about his teacher? Naughty, naughty.
Poor John won't know what hit him when Sherlock gets all over him.