This is what ended up being a very long adventure on Omegle last summer, rewritten in Fanfiction form. (You'll notice the Omegle back and forth adventuring in the beginning, but I'll try to rewrite it as a fiction best I can with time).

It's me and Bloomist (from tumblr) who wrote those in the middle of the night, so only I can only take half the credit.

Hope you enjoy!

It was a strange thing. Of course, it was common that Weres usually got a Winged to look after them. It was protocol. But, he had come home from the war and hadn't been following protocol most of the time, so, he didn't feel all too confident that a stranger assigned to « monitor » him on full moon nights would be something he could or would enjoy. Still. He had gotten a mobile phone number in the file which had been sent to him. A phone number to which he sent a text, sitting on his bed in his empty flat.

Is this Sherlock Holmes ? - JW

While taking care of a small burn on his left wing, Sherlock heard his mobile beep. He had been in the middle of an experiment. He really needed to be more careful, spilling hydrogen on his wing like that. Frowning, he gazed at the device.

Yes, it is. Who's this ? SH

This is John Watson. I got your number through the W&W Institution. - JW

The W&W Institution – Wing and Were Institution – was the part of the Government who took care of handling the pairings. They were said to look through files, trying to pair a Winged with a Were through common interests and such, but it was common knowledge that, most of the time, they put each of the W's together at random : too many files to handle.

John hoped, secretly, that this Sherlock fellow had gotten his file sent to him too – sometimes, the W&W didn't even bother to send them out, and blaimed the post for losing them. It had been a scandal when a television show had gone undercover at the W&W Institution to see how things were delt with. Of course, there had been a huge campain to clean up the mess that television documentary had created, but now, everybody knew that the W&W was flawed. But things still kept going on, after all. The system was made that way, and even though there had been a few strikes to protest, they had died out, and the W&W had been able to keep on doing their thing, with no bother.

You've been assigned as my monitor for the foreseeable future ? - JW

You're my new charge then ? I believe I have your file in here somewhere. SH

Let's be honest. Sherlock couldn't be half-arsed to look at the file. It was right there, but reading it was boring. The only reason he was in the program in the first place was because his insufferable brother /made/ him do so. He couldn't care less, to be honest. Having a Wolf to take care of. A wolf. The more common name for the Weres', since they did turn into huge wolves. Just as normal humans being called Barebacks rather than Nons'. It was a pejorative word, but he didn't care. They were just wolves, and, mostly, they were idiot brainless dogs with no regard or respect whatsoever for their mentors. The only thing said mentors had to do was to make sure the wolves didn't eat each other, didn't kill other wolves, and didn't mate while they were changed. It was made easier by the accomodations the W&W had made legal and obligatory in most houses.

Yes. Can we meet ? - JW

He had the file. That was something. But, still, he had to be sure his mentor would be a good one. After all, he'd been a soldier, and some Winged would rather avoid having a soldier wolf in their houses – not knowing what the army used the Weres to. He thought, if this Sherlock fellow was going to be the one to look after him on fullmoons and making sure that he didn't eat anybody, he might as well get to know him. Sure, he'd read Sherlock's file – an odd one, they'd paired him with an odd one – but he wanted to get to know him. After all, he was going to place his own body and mind in Sherlock's hands on fullmoons nights. And, he hadn't seen anybody else but the W&W folks and his drunk sister since he had been invalidated home from the Middle East.

Raising an eyebrow, Sherlock rolled his eyes at the text. He wasn't very keen in leaving home with his experiments half done. But, when he thought of it, he had already ruined this one, and a little air wasn't going to do him any harm, was it ? He finished patching up his wing and waved them a little to get the circulation going.

Meet me at 7 pm. The address is 22 Northumberland Street. The place is called Angelo's. SH

At the lack of immediate answer – as the previous ones had been immediate, or at least very fast – John sighed. Maybe it had been a bad idea. He rolled his shoulders thinking about the meeting to come. Most Weres met their Winged once or twice before their first moon together, and never got to know each other personally. Why did he want to meet this Sherlock Holmes anyway ? It said on his file he was a sociopath. His shoulders were aching from the last full moon : he'd spent it in the cage at the W&W headquarters, since he hadn't gotten a mentor appointed until now. And, that had gone rather poorly, putting a giant wolf in a silver cage.

However, when the answer came, he let out a sigh of relief.

Perfect. See you then. - JW

Maybe... Maybe this was a bad idea. He know of people who were good friends with their tutors – Mike Stamford was one of them – some living together, and he'd even met a couple where she was Winged and he was Were, but most of the time, both parts just met those single full moon nights and never spoke in the regular daytime. Some Winged acted as if their Weres were a secret shame, and it even went down to playing a part in a social context. Who was in the W&W programme was a big discussion in television, but stayed mostly taboo in the lower classes.

John looked at his watch and noticed there was an hour to go. He got dressed, and decided to walk to the address Sherlock had given him. He couldn't really afford a taxi, and walking a bit would help him get over the aching in his shoulders.

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