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Fate Twisted
Hal walked down the hallway of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, feeling an oncoming migraine building behind his eyes. He was so tired walking straight was becoming a difficulty. The last week had involved a father and son case that both had parasites and a poor teenage girl with a tick in a very uncomfortable place. Combined they would not have been bad, but on top of ER rotation, Hal was a dead man walking. When Foreman offered him a pat on the back and a suggestion to go home, he ended up snarling at the poor man.
Trying to make it back to his apartment seemed like a bad idea, so Hal broke into Wilson’s office and collapsed on his couch. The man had the patience of a saint, he figure he wouldn’t be too mad.
He fell asleep the moment his head touched down, despite the discomfort in his stomach and the pain behind his eyes. Christ, he didn’t feel good.
He woke sometime later, Wilson shaking his shoulder. “It`s getting late, I think you can make your way home now. “
Hal glanced at his watch, 2000, he had slept for over four hours. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to pass out like that.” Hal blushed, embarrassed. He still didn’t feel well, his whole body seemed over heated and the pain in his stomach seemed worse, terrible cramps.
Wilson must have noticed something wrong, because his brow creased in concern. “You don’t look good,” he murmured, reaching out to touch his brow and then take his pulse. “You’re burning up, and you’re pulse is racing. Did you take something?” He leaned forward, nose flaring as he scented along Hal’s neck. “Where are your pills, Hamish?”
Hal shook his head, “I don’t take anything, not even vitamins.” He was so careful with his health, exercising daily and making sure he ate a balanced diet, he had never been sick in his life.
“I’ll be right back,” Wilson murmured.
Hal must have dozed off again, because the next thing he knew, House was kneeling beside the couch and gripping his wrist.
Hal offered a half-hearted growl. Something was very wrong.
House poked and prodded him, looking closely at his pupils and scenting along his neck again. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers against Hal’s cloth covered bum and pushed.
Yesterday, Hal would have ripped his head off for such a thing. House was the only other class A Alpha he knew besides his Papa and himself.
Now, he felt the cramping in his stomach tighten and his whole body arched. He started panting, and couldn’t decide weather to push back against the pressure or run away.
Luckily, House removed his hand and chuckled.
Wilson looked somewhere between appalled and furious.
“Never met one in person, how rare,” House grinned, like someone had showed up with Lupus.
“You don’t think…” Wilson trailed off.
House scoffed, “Of course I do, its obvious. You thought so as well or you wouldn’t have got me.”
“What are you talking about?” Hal hissed between clenched teeth.
“What is it your Dad says, ‘once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth’,” House teased.
Hal growled again, trying to think what they meant. Of course, he knew what they were inferring, but no…no absolutely not.
Wilson kneeled beside him, “Hal its very rare, but its not impossible.”
House smirked, “Congratulations Rain-man you’re one in a billion.”
Hal collapsed into the couch, all the effort zapped from his body. “Hermaphrodite.”
House looked pleased, “Half Alpha/Half Omega, only three other listed in the entire planet. Of course, you Rain-man are half class A Alpha and Class A Omega. Must be confusing as hell.”
“I’m going into my first heat, but I’m well past puberty,” Hal was grasping at straws.
Wilson shook his head, “You went through Alpha puberty first, and it must have taken longer for the hormones in your system to build up to the heat.”
“I can get Chase for you, I’m sure he’d help…relieve some tension,” House commented.
Hal lurched forward, grabbed House by the back of his neck, and snarled. Chase was a class C Beta, not even worth a glance to an Alpha; his Omega hormones found the idea repulsive.
“Get me a suppressant,” Hal hissed.
“No can do, this far into your heat, a suppressant would just make you sick,” House remarked, not bothered at all by his posturing.
Hal wanted to growl and bite and howl, instead he caught a whiff of House’s unique pheromones, ramped up from close proximity to an Omega in Heat. He couldn’t help himself, Hal nudged his nose against his jawline, feeling the stubble scrape across his face as he scented.
“Hamish,” Wilson called, calm as ever.
Hal leaned back, wide eyed. He knew House and Wilson had shared their last heat together. Wilson was a class A Omega that had made it to his position as head of his department by shear force of will. Evidenced by his two failed marriages and complete lack of children. House and Wilson hadn’t mated, the mark wasn’t there, but scenting an Alpha in front of his Omega was beyond rude.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t think straight. Do you have any, er,” Hal stammered.
Wilson went to his desk and pulled a medicine bottle from his drawer. He pulled out one little, white pill and handed it to Hal.
Hal glanced at the label and smiled, grateful. “Thank you,” he murmured and swallowed the birth control dry. “Is the ward-room open?” Hal asked, sitting up, “If you lock me up it should be okay.”
“Don’t be foolish, you would just hurt yourself,” Wilson scowled. He was looking at House, face tight with internal debate.
Hal stood on shaking legs, holding himself up by the arm of the couch. “I won’t let any less than a class A mount, and I have no intentions of coming between you and House. Just lock me in the ward-room, I can only do so much damage. “
“Just…come on,” Wilson grabbed Hal’s arm and pulled him out the door. They went to the fourth floor, at the very end of the hall, House limping after.
The ward-room was an old hold over from when the hospital was new. It was an honest to goodness padded room. Sound and scent proof, it was the perfect place to put an Omega in an unexpectant heat.
Hal leaned into a corner; the padded walls were surprisingly comfortable. The thought of being trapped in here, of these padded, empty walls while his hormones went mad, it was enough to leave him gasping.
“House…” Wilson trailed off, looking at the Alpha.
“You’re too nice of a guy Wilson, always helping the needy” House shook his head, closing the door behind him.
“He can’t, not alone, its terrible. Do you… Do you even want too?”
House chuckled, “I’m good at many things, but saying no to temptation is not one of them.”
Hamish watched them go back and forth, knowing the conclusion was inevitable. Wilson might be territorial over House, but as a doctor and an Omega he knew the pain Hal was going to suffer through if he tried to go through this heat alone. And of course, House, being an unbonded Alpha, needed little prompting.
Wilson stalked up to Hal and took his face in his hands, forcing them face-to-face. “Is this okay, Hal? You have to speak up. House will help you, but only if you want him too.”
Hal had seen videos of the stages of an Omega heat in med school. He knew that in an hour or so if he wasn’t knotted he would steadily lose control of his facilities. He would try to break from the room in search of a mate, and when he couldn’t he would try to stimulate himself, but his fingers wouldn’t be enough. When the pain became too much he would start hurting himself, biting and scratching in animal confusion.
“I’m nervous,” he admitted, licking his lips. “But I would rather not do this alone.”
Wilson sighed, before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his brow. “Would it help if I stayed?”
Hal nodded, unable to verbalize.
Wilson helped him remove his shirt; Hal’s fingers were shaking too much to handle the buttons.
“Well, this certainly isn’t what I expected when I came to work today,” House smirked.
“House,” Wilson chastised, even as Hal pulled off his trousers.
Soon, Hal was standing in front of the older doctors in just his black pants. He could now feel the sticky, wetness of lubrication against his thighs. He had just entered the second stage of heat.
House put down his cane before removing his trousers and pants, he left his shirt on. “Best on your knees Rain-man, I should check to make sure everything is where it’s suppose to be.”
“My name is Hal, and when did you become a gynecologist?” Hal growled, but got to his knees anyways. Amazingly, House’s usual gruffness was helping.
“Didn’t you know? I know everything.” House kneeled beside him and plucked at the waist of his pants. “Shy?”
Hal snarled and got to his knees so he could wriggle out of his pants. He threw them into a corner and faced House, fully. “No, didn’t want to embarrass you old man.” Years of team sports and good food had given him a chiseled form; muscular and sturdy like his Papa, but with the lithe height of his Dad. And no matter how ridiculous his biology was currently being, his was built like an Alpha, knot and all.
House whistled his appreciation. “Well, alright then, Hal,” he drawled his name in a clear tease.
Hal gave one last showing of teeth before he rolled back on his knees.
House examined him with clinical precision, pressing two fingers in with ease and curling them with expert skill.
Hal felt a slight burn of muscles unaccustomed to being stretched. It was uncomfortable until House curled his fingers just right. He rocked forward into Wilson, whining pitifully as his prostate was probed.
“Hey, hey, its okay,” Wilson soothed, running his hands through Hal’s hair and along his tense jaw.
“Clearly someone’s never experimented,” House commented, continuing to press his fingers forward. His fingers dipped at a strange angle and Hal felt a pinch of pain.
“What was that?” Hal tried to turn to look, but was rather trapped between the two men.
“That was the edge out your cervix. It just started to dilate, I imagine you will be in full heat in a few minutes,” House comment, pulling out.
Wilson looked surprised. “So its not just the heat, its everything? He’s fully half and half.”
House shrugged, “Hard to tell without an ultra sound and hormone testing, but it appears our Hal is a fully functioning hermaphrodite.” He sounded ridiculously pleased. “Little dry, though that could just be first heat. Want to push it along a little bit?”
Hal could just imagine the wink being turned his way. “Just do it.”
“Course,” House smirked. His fingers were back, three this time and he pressed them with full force into his prostate.
Hal screamed. “To much! Too much,” but House was leaning over his back and suddenly there were teeth at his neck and Alpha pheromones flooding his senses.
He would have fallen on his face if Wilson hadn’t been there, holding him up and whispering platitudes into his ear. Hal could feel his entire body go limp and receptive. Whatever part of his mind that was Omega had just been activated. He lowered his chest and arms, presenting. Fresh wetness was flowing down his thighs, probably soaking House’s shirt.
House was above him and around him, filling the air with class A Alpha scent. His unique markers were a mixture of coffee, pills, and something like alcohol. It wasn’t the least bit comforting, instead something manly and dangerous that set Hal’s teeth on edge.
Three fingers became four, but House was careful not to press so heavily on his prostate again. He wiggled his fingers, stretching and spreading.
“Please,” Hal keened, spreading his thighs a bit wider.
“He’s in full heat now,” Wilson remarked, still running soothing hands through his hair.
House gave a huff of agreement, and then the fingers were gone.
Hal cried out at the loss, but soon there was something else pressing against his entrance. House held his status for a reason, the press of his member burned. He felt skewered, and yet the pain that had been building for hours suddenly calmed.
House leaned over his back again, pressing a bit deeper as he bit harder on his scruff.
The submission bite, made Hal relax further, enough for House to slide all the way, the bump of his knot settled just inside.
“You okay?” Wilson asked.
Hal nodded. “It feels really strange, burns, but I’m okay,” he wasn’t sure how he manage to articulate anything, but Wilson was releasing his own pheromones, a calming mix of coffee, chocolate, and something weirdly floral. The strong scent of an older Omega was oddly steadying.
Hal watched as Wilson looked over him at House. He gave a sharp nod.
House almost drove him forward with the force of his trusts, knocking the breath out him. The sting was still there, the slight pang, each time the knot was forced in and out of him. He could feel it expanding, growing with each trust.
“This is going to hurt,” House grunted.
Hal did fall forward at the force of House’s trust, the swelling knot hitting against his opening. It didn’t go in.
Wilson gave an uncharacteristic curse ad grabbed Hal’s arms, holding him down with his full weight. “Sorry,” he murmured.
Hal squeezed his eyes shut.
House gave two more rapid thrusts, pulling out all the way to give his full weight behind the last one. The knot forced its way through, locking them tight.
Hal screamed even as he came. The knot was pushing full force into his prostate while he could feel House filling his newly open cervix.
Wilson let him go, allowing Hal to collapse against the padded floor.
He was panting heavily, sight blurred from the tears in his eyes. “You…” he panted, gathering his voice with a gulp, “You’re pretty strong for a guy with a bad leg.” He’d be damned if he just let himself lay on the floor crying.
House huffed; he was plastered against Hal’s back, exhausted. “Its all in the hips.”
Hal gave a weak laugh. “Can you shift over?”
“Yeah,” House muttered. He used his arm to pull Hal to his side, cradling him in the curve of his body.
“I should go check the lock,” Wilson muttered, looking nervous and shy all of the sudden.
Hal reached out, pulling the man back down. “No, stay, please.” He knew he was being selfish, helping Hal relax was Wilson’s doctor instincts, watching his future Alpha knotted and cuddling another Omega, was something else entirely.
Still, Wilson curled up in front of Hal and allowed himself to be pulled back into him. Hal nuzzled his neck and enjoyed the calming scent.
“Hal?” Wilson asked.
“Yeah?”
“How old are you anyways?”
“Twenty-three.”
“Christ, we’re old enough to be your father.” Wilson cussed.
Hal fell asleep still chuckling.
Hal wasn’t sure how much time passed when he woke back up, but House was no longer locked inside him, having slipped out at some point. Wilson was still tucked against his front, and the man appeared to be sleeping.
Hal carefully rose on his arms.
He found House watching him from a corner, already dressed. “Knotting so soon into a first heat stopped it, no need for a marathon.”
Hal felt sore all over, his neck stung terribly and his thighs were shaking. He reached back, touching carefully at his entrance. He pulled back fingers coated in semen, lubricate, and blood. He winced at the sight, not seeing that House did the same.
“Thanks, I guess,” Hal remarked, looking at Wilson.
“Do you want the week off or do you want as many cases as I can throw at you?” House asked, head tilted.
Hal finally looked at him as he pulled himself to his feet. He knew House was offering him an out. A week off to get his head settled or a week of endless work to keep his mind off things. It was oddly nice. “I’ll take a week off, I think.”
House nodded.
Hal dressed and somehow made it out of the hospital, leaving House and Wilson to deal with each other. He took a taxi to his apartment even if the Beta looked at him funny the whole way. He knew he must smell like a walking orgy. He settled for just snapping at the man.
When he was safely home and scrubbed himself clean in the shower, he found himself in his bed with his phone. It was insanely early in London, but he dialed the familiar number anyways.
His Dad answered on the first ring. “Hal? Are you okay?”
Hal felt exactly five years old as his sniffled, loudly. “Dad, how long would it take you to get here?”
Sherlock Holmes was a man of action, prone to doing insane things in the name of a case or science. His answer was instant, “John and I will be on the first flight out. Does Mycroft need to send someone to get you?”
“No, I just… I’ll see you tomorrow,” Hal wiped his eyes.
“Alright, Hal. Love you.”
“Love you, too Dad.”