Author's note: Like promised, here is the first chapter of Sasuke's pov of The Grass is Green on the Other Side. For any newcomers, you don't necessarily have to read The Grass is Green on the Other Side first - this is Sasuke's version of the story and the other one is Naruto's. Should you read Naruto's pov first, you'll know how this story will end LOL

Now I have to admit that I'm kind of nervous to post this, because a lot of you seem to have high expectations of this fic and I don't want to disappoint you guys. So I did my best *sweatdrops*

The chapters will be long: between 6K and 8K. Just a heads up.

Warnings: A/B/O theme; slash; MPreg; Alpha being possessive; Sasuke's pov. I think that's mostly it for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto owns it.

I hope you'll like Sasuke's version!

Chapter 1

"I'll see you again in a month, Kato-san. Take care of yourself," Sasuke murmured and stood up to see her out of his office.

She smiled at him and patted her rounded stomach. "Thank you for your time, Uchiha-sensei."

He opened the door to the waiting room for her and raised an eyebrow when he saw a familiar, blond haired man idly browsing through one of the older magazines he had left on the table for his clients to peruse during their wait.

"You're early today," he remarked casually and clucked his tongue when he noticed the absence of two dark haired people who usually accompanied the blond to his check-ups. "What, no brat or bastard today?"

Baby blue eyes rolled in exasperation and Sasuke stepped aside to let him inside his office.

"Itachi has a meeting with an important client and Akihito is with his grandmother, un," Deidara explained, removing his coat and gloves. His cheeks were still quite pink from the cold November wind.

"How have you been?" Sasuke inquired and grabbed his brother-in-law's file out of his cabinet. He laid it open on his desk, ready to jot down notes if it was necessary.

"I'm fine. Your mother, however, seems to suffer from memory loss," Deidara sneered, rubbing absentmindedly over his bulging belly.

A thin, dark eyebrow rose up. "I hope it's not too serious," he drawled; knowing by now that he shouldn't always believe whatever the blond Omega told him. The long haired blond had a tendency to exaggerate things at times.

"She seems to think that this is my first child. Can't stop blabbing about all the things I have to do and how to take care of the baby," the other one complained; his eyes flashing up in annoyance. "It's not like I have been taking care of a child for the past five years after all, un."

"The horrors of an excited grandmother," Sasuke spoke idly. He couldn't exactly say he felt sorry for his brother-in-law; the more his mother nagged the blond, the less likely she was to turn to him and start nagging him about his non-existent family life.

He knew she meant well, but that didn't make her concerned chattering and attempts to set him up with Omega or Beta less annoying.

Deidara scowled at him, crossing his arms on top of his belly. "I hope she turns to you soon. Let's see how you'll react then!"

Sasuke merely smirked, not deigning that retort worthy of a reply. "You ready for your check-up?"

Deidara nodded and while his eyes carried a chiding look – knowing exactly what Sasuke was thinking - an excited smile trembled around his lips and he made his way over to the bed, next to which a monitor stood waiting; its screen still black.

The blond bared his stomach, knowing the drill by now, and allowed Sasuke to spread the cold gel over his stomach, only shivering slightly.

While Sasuke slowly moved the transducer across the rounded stomach, he pointed out the legs and arms to Deidara.

"Looks like he's in good health. He's growing like he should," Sasuke murmured, studying the screen intently.

"That's good to hear, un," Deidara smiled; his eyes bright as they gazed at the screen tenderly. "I recommended you to my friend, by the way."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, moving the transducer down a bit. "Oh?" he remarked casually.

"Yep, he needs someone who can help him and you're the only one who will be able to do that," Deidara stated confidently.

"You sound so certain of that," the dark haired man murmured and sighed. "It's dangerous to get your friend's hopes up, Deidara. I'm not perfect."

Blue eyes caught his in a determined gaze. "You're the best doctor in this field, Sasuke-kun. You know Itachi would have never let you examine me if he didn't trust you. Even with you being his brother, he would have never entrusted you with us, if he didn't trust your skills," Deidara spoke softly, but calmly. "I know you'll be able to help my friend, so I told him to contact you."

"You complain about my not visiting you enough and then you go, adding more to my workload," Sasuke chided and rolled his eyes. He removed the transducer and while copies were being made of the ultrasound, he gave Deidara some paper towels to clean his stomach.

The blond huffed, wiping off the clear gel. "We both know that even if I hadn't given you a new patient, you still wouldn't have visited more often," he bit out annoyed.

Sasuke pursed his lips together and checked a sigh. They had entered dangerous territory again. Usually they were quite good at avoiding those particular pitfalls, but every once in a while, Deidara couldn't stop himself and let his bitterness leak out.

And well, maybe he did deserve some of that bitterness.

"I'm sorry, Deidara," he said softly, turning off the monitor. "I tend to lose track of time when I'm working, you know that. It's nothing personal."

The Omega eyed him shrewdly and he covered his stomach by pushing down his sweater. "If you're really sorry, you'll visit us this weekend, un," he sniffed and he looked a couple of seconds away from pouting.

"Are you seriously going to guilt trip me into visiting you?" Sasuke asked incredulously and stood up, gesturing the blond to follow him to his desk again. He grabbed the thin package of copies on his way to his desk.

"Is it working?" Deidara shot back, slipping his coat back on.

"Fine, fine, I'll visit you on Sunday," Sasuke grunted and resolutely ignored the way baby blue eyes lit up in wonder.

"Really? You're not going to skip it with some lame excuse, un?" the blond asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

"If I did, you would probably sic Itachi on me or that giant Kisame," Sasuke grunted and put the copies into a blank envelope.

"Damn right I would," Deidara said satisfied.

"Right, everything is in order. Your next check-up is at the end of next month. Then we'll see if the baby is getting in the right position," Sasuke announced and wrote down his comments in Deidara's file. He placed the package of the ultrasound copies in front of the Omega. "Here are the pictures."

"Thanks, Sasuke-kun," Deidara smiled gratefully and stood up, putting on his gloves. "I'll see you on Sunday?" A blond eyebrow was raised in an unspoken challenge.

Sasuke snorted, shoving the file back into his cabinet underneath the right letter. "Yes, yes, I'll see you on Sunday," he dismissed his brother-in-law and kept his back towards him, so that he could hide his small smile when he heard the victorious 'whoop' sound escaping the blond.

Maybe he should attempt to visit his family more. At least to avoid the additional nagging.

When he went home that evening, his breath left him in visible, white clouds. Above him the dark sky shone with millions of gold dots, twinkling down at him gently. At this late hour at night, practically nobody was venturing down the streets. Most people would be in bed already or at the very least preparing themselves for it.

The gate closed behind his car automatically and the pebbles crunched softly underneath his shoes. He locked up his car and approached his house, fiddling with his house key to open the door. Tiredness was sweeping over him, making him gently sway on his feet and all he wanted right now was to take a shower and just go to sleep. His stomach grumbled a bit in protest, but he had had a turkey sandwich for dinner and that would have to do until tomorrow morning. Or later that day, depending on how one looked at it, as his eyes caught sight of his watch, which read twelve thirty.

The keys made an audible 'chink' sound when they were dropped in the ceramic bowl standing on the small table and he kicked off his shoes, too tired to put them away properly.

While he loosened his tie and undid the first three buttons on his shirt, he entered the spacious kitchen, bypassing the fridge and the table in favour of the answering machine on the furthest counter top. A red light was blinking, signalling that a message was waiting for him.

He read the number flashing across the small screen and narrowed his eyes. After a short bout of contemplation he decided that it would be best to hear the message now and get it over with.

"Uchiha, next time you decide to end it with someone, make sure they aren't dumb cunts," the ever eloquent and friendly voice of Suigetsu Hozuki resounded through the silent kitchen. "Or fucking persistent ones like this bitch. I finally managed to get it through her thick skull that you aren't interested in her anymore and that if she ever attempted to contact you again, being accused of harassment would be the least of her worries. You owe me a big bottle of some great scotch, you bastard."

The message ended abruptly with a loud "Beep, beep" sound.

An amused and at the same time weary huff escaped him and he removed the message with a simple press of the button. He stretched his arms, seemingly attempting to touch the ceiling, and rolled his shoulders, trying to get the kinks out of it.

Well, at least he didn't have to worry about his ex-girlfriend anymore after all this time.

Sasuke grimaced and walked upstairs, straight to the bathroom where he dumped his clothes in the plastic basket. He opened the shower and turned on the knob to start the warm water, while he collected his shampoo, body wash and a towel to dry himself afterwards.

Completely naked now and shivering due to the cold air in the bathroom, he stepped inside the shower, relaxing visibly when the warm water cascaded down his back and ran over his chest and stomach in rivulets.

It had been nearly six years since he had broken up with his girlfriend, but it had taken until now for her to finally understand that he really wasn't interested in her anymore and no, he would never give their relationship a second chance.

He snorted and raised his face, allowing the water to fall down on it, over his hair to remove all suds. At times it made him wonder what on earth he had ever seen in the clingy girl.

How he had ever even entertained the thought that she could have been the one?

But, he thought as he scrubbed his body briskly with the body wash, at least it's over now.

He should have called in Suigetsu's help sooner, but he had wanted to avoid that, as the man could get quite annoying in his crowing that he had helped him, the "Great and Powerful Uchiha". But the man was good at his job and ultimately it had been him who had caused the woman to back off for good.

He would send a bottle of scotch to that loud mouthed idiot next week. He deserved it for helping him out.

He shut off the shower and stepped out of it, onto the rug which absorbed the droplets falling off him. After having dried himself roughly, but thoroughly, he wrapped the towel around his hips and rubbed a smaller towel through his hair, trying to dry it as much as he could, so that it would be manageable tomorrow.

The small towel was thrown in the basket and still half naked, he sauntered into his large bedroom, bypassing the bed for the moment in favour of picking sleepwear out of his closet. Selecting a pair of dark blue trousers and a white, long sleeved shirt, he quickly donned them and returned to the bathroom to dump the other towel on top of the smaller one. He would need to do the laundry this weekend. Might as well do it on Sunday when he returned from Itachi's place.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Sasuke sunk down into his large bed, the mattress moulding itself to his body shape. Diligently he set his alarm and then settled for the night, exhaustion quickly taking over, putting him into a deep sleep.

Routine like it had been for the past six years.

When the front door opened, Sasuke blinked slowly in surprise. He had expected Deidara to welcome him, not his brother, who eyed him amused.

"Deidara guilt tripped you into coming here, didn't he?" Itachi deadpanned and stepped sideways, allowing the younger man to enter the house.

Sasuke grunted annoyed, kicking off his shoes, replacing them for the house slippers. "What? I can't visit my dear brother?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"We both know you're not exactly the family type, Otouto," the older man remarked calmly and beckoned him to follow him.

Sasuke ignored his comment and looked around the house, trying to spot the golden blond hair and the soft mop of dark hair that belonged to his nephew. "Where are Deidara and the brat?" He followed his brother to the large kitchen, where Itachi started preparing tea for them both.

"They are out, visiting a friend," Itachi murmured, grabbing two tea bags out of their package and he placed them delicately in two cups, while the brand new kettle warmed up water. "They should be back soon, though."

Sasuke merely hummed in reply and pulled off his jacket; his eyes idly wandering around the kitchen. Not much had changed since he last had been here. Only a few applications seemed to have been replaced and a new series of drawings made by Akihito covered the fridge. Outside the wind howled fiercely, reminding everyone that winter would soon arrive.

"How's your work?" Sasuke asked abruptly and resolutely ignored Itachi's dry look, which asked him whether he really wanted to go down that boring route.

Hey, if he had to sacrifice his Sunday for this, Itachi didn't get to complain about his questions.

"Same old," Itachi answered after a short pause and he turned around when the kettle whistled. A couple of seconds later, a dark blue cup was placed in front of Sasuke; the two sugar cubes slowly dissolved in the Earl Grey tea. "Father is letting me have more reign over the company," he added idly and sat down in front of Sasuke.

"Good for you," Sasuke murmured and took a careful sip of his tea, pulling back abruptly when the tea proved too scalding hot to drink yet. He had forgotten that Itachi liked to drink his tea inhumanely hot. Just another piece of evidence that his brother wasn't normal.

"And you?"

"Got a couple of more clients. Otherwise, like usual," the younger of the two replied shortly. Sasuke's profession had been a sour topic between the two brothers for a while until the older one had accepted it after a near fatal call involving Deidara and Akihito.

"And did you meet someone new lately?" Itachi inquired; his dark gaze imploring.

Sasuke snorted, tapping a nail against his too warm cup. "Don't jump on the bandwagon now, Itachi, you were doing so well," he muttered darkly and finally risked to take another sip of the tea. It had cooled down enough for him to not risk second degree burns at least.

Itachi sighed and leant back in his chair; his low ponytail caught between his back and chair. "I just worry about you, Otouto. That's not a crime," he told him quietly.

"I'm fine, nii-san," Sasuke retorted annoyed. "I'm not looking for anyone right now."

"It's been almost six years, Sasuke, don't you think …"

Itachi's soft admonishment was cut off by the sound of the front door being opened and the excited chatter of his son.

"And have you seen the new painting of nii-san, daddy? It's so beautiful!" the little boy could be heard gushing and the soft 'thump' sounds announced the fact that he had removed his shoes.

"Nii-san?" Sasuke mouthed to Itachi, raising an eyebrow. "Did you hide another nephew of mine?"

Itachi rolled his eyes and snorted. "No, he's talking about Deidara's friend. That friend is also Akihito's godfather, but he seems to prefer thinking of him as a brother."

"Yes, I saw it, Akihito," Deidara spoke good-naturedly. The sound of a zipper being pulled down rang through the hallway.

"Do you think that nii-san will give the painting to me?" Akihito asked hopefully and soon the pitter-patter sound of his feet could be heard approaching the kitchen.

Deidara hummed. "Maybe if you're good and ask nicely, he'll give it to you."

"I'm always good!" Akihito protested fiercely, making Sasuke snort silently.

The young boy seemed to have conveniently forgotten all the times that he had acted out, more than once resulting in being put in the corner for a time out.

Sasuke barely had time to put his cup on the table when a high pitched squeal of excitement tore through the kitchen and a small mass flew right around his waist, squirming so that it could sit on his lap.

"Hello to you too, brat," Sasuke spoke dryly and shifted around in his chair, grabbing Akihito underneath his armpits to hoist him up and settle him better on his lap.

Two small, chubby arms came around his neck to hug him tightly. "You came, Sasuke-ji-san!" Akihito grinned brightly; his dark blue eyes sparkling in the harsh kitchen light.

"I promised your dad I would," Sasuke murmured and Deidara grinned in response; his blue eyes softening for a short moment. It was obvious from whom Akihito had inherited his smile.

"Are you staying for dinner, Sasuke-kun?" Deidara asked curiously and opened the deep-freezer, presumably to choose some vegetable for dinner.

"I don't think it's …" He grunted in pain when he was sharply kicked against his ankle and he glared at his brother, who took an innocent sip of his tea. "I suppose I could stay," he begrudgingly answered and winced when Akihito let out an excited squeal right in his ear.

"Sasuke-jisan, you need to see the picture nii-san gave me two weeks ago!" Akihito rambled excitedly and jumped off his lap, grabbing his hand to pull him along.

Realising he wouldn't be out of this house any time soon, he resigned himself to his fate and mustered up a smile. "All right, show me this picture."

He completely ignored the meaningful looks his brother traded with Deidara when he let himself be pulled along by the young boy.

The weather hadn't looked that inviting when Sasuke had woken up on the twenty-sixth of November, but he hadn't expected the heavy down pour that fell over the town in the afternoon. The weather people really didn't know what the hell they were talking about.

"Oh my, that doesn't look very good," Yamanaka murmured with a grimace when she looked out of the window. Her long, blonde hair swished across her back when she leant forwards; her light blue eyes shining with disappointment.

"You can never trust the weather," Sasuke said idly, after throwing a quick glance out of the window. At least he had had the foresight to bring an umbrella with him, though he doubted it would keep raining the entire day.

"Good thing I called my husband to pick me up," Yamanaka mumbled, mostly to herself, and then directed a beautiful smile at the doctor. "Thank you for the check-up, Uchiha-sensei."

"Take good care of yourself, Yamanaka-san," Sasuke retorted benignantly and shook her hand; feeling the warm metal of her wedding ring against his own fingers.

When the door closed behind the Beta woman, he groaned softly and stretched, feeling and hearing the bones in his back pop. He stretched out his arms, shaking out the lingering ache in his wrists and stared blankly at his computer screen. The day seemed to stretch on and on and he wondered whether that was because of the dreary weather.

Flipping open his diary, he looked through the list of appointments his secretary had set up for today. A slim eyebrow rose up when he encountered a new name. One Uzumaki Naruto had an appointment with him at three forty-five. He wondered what the reason of this man was to visit him. Was he pregnant and in need of a doctor? Was this his first time visiting a doctor like Sasuke?

Pressing his tongue against his teeth, he stood up and walked over to the small table, where Karin put all the files regarding his patients of that day. Flipping through the various files, he picked out a dark blue one labelled 'Uzumaki Naruto' and opened it, briefly glancing through it. When new patients made an appointment, they first had to fill in several forms – a way to provide Sasuke with all the necessary information.

This Uzumaki was an Omega and had just turned twenty-six years old on the tenth of October; he was of average height and build. In fact he was slightly shorter than Sasuke. His file revealed that he had a partner, but it didn't specify whether that partner was an Alpha or a Beta. There was always that small chance that he could be together with an Omega, but those type of relationships occurred very rarely; especially if they wanted children. An Omega who wanted to have children still preferred to have an Alpha or a Beta father them; a remnant of the old times where an Omega sought out strong mates to protect themselves and their children.

Instincts were hard to kill after all.

Looking at his watch, he saw that he had only two more minutes before the new patient was supposed to arrive, so he brought the file to his desk and made sure he kept a pen near it, in order to add his own notes to the paper.

He took a quick bathroom break and drank some of the bottled water he kept near his desk. Feeling slightly more refreshed, he decided to check whether Uzumaki had arrived already or not. He hoped he was punctual; one of the qualities in people that Sasuke couldn't tolerate was tardiness.

His coat made a rustling sound when he walked over to the door and after rolling his shoulders once more, he turned the door knob and opened it, catching a glimpse of a sneaker clad shoe hovering above the carpeted floor.

"Uzumaki-san? I'm ready to see you now," Sasuke announced calmly and stepped in his doorway, noticing a blond man standing in front of the window.

With his next intake of oxygen, he stiffened and stared wide eyed at the blond man, who carried the look of a deer caught in the headlights rather well. An incredibly sweet scent filled the air, surrounding him, drowning him in it. Normally he wasn't fond of sweets, preferring to not eat them, but this time he couldn't help but inhale deeply again, allowing the tantalizing scent to penetrate his nostrils once again. It was the sweet scent of an Omega, tinted by a peculiar spiciness that made his mouth water. His heart beat quickened almost unnoticeably and the Alpha inside of him reared his head, woken up by the alluring scent of a vulnerable Omega in front of him.

A vulnerable, Unmarked Omega.

The Alpha in him snarled in satisfaction and sent him a mental image of the blond, spread out on his bed like an offer to the gods; his deep blue eyes shining with unshed tears of pleasure.

Even his ex-girlfriend had never managed to awaken his Alpha side like that; not even in the beginning when they first met. Not even when she had tried her hardest to entice him and convince him to Mark her.

When Sasuke became fully aware of his surroundings again, after being lulled into a daze by the alluring, mysterious scent that seemed to be wafting off the smaller, incredibly attractive Omega, he cursed inwardly when he realised that his hands were already reaching out to grab the blond man and press him against the window to do some very unspeakable acts to him.

Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? He had never reacted this badly towards an Omega before and he had met some very attractive Omega in his life – Itachi's mate included.

Shaking his head roughly to dispel the daze, he finally took notice of how the blond stood in front of him and he furrowed his eyebrows.

The deep blue eyes – which stood out vividly against the beautiful tanned skin – were wide and staring at him as if the blond man himself was dazed; the three whisker like scars on each cheek provided a sharp contrast with his darker skin tone. He looked on the verge of doubling over and Sasuke worried about that; he couldn't have his new patient fainting already.

Careful not to startle Uzumaki too much, he put his hand lightly on his shoulder – feeling the firm muscles underneath the wet jacket – and squeezed softly.

"Uzumaki-san, are you feeling all right?" Sasuke asked concerned and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering whether he needed to call Karin over and let her bring a bottle of cola.

Uzumaki jolted underneath his soft touch and Sasuke quickly, but strangely reluctant, removed his hand. The blond man nodded slowly. "I'm fine," he smiled feebly and he shook his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

Deciding that it was in their best interest to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened – and it hadn't, right? He had just been caught off guard by the strong scent being emanated by the Omega – Sasuke turned out, clearing his throat, and said, "Follow me then."

He heard Uzumaki following right behind him, his shoes making an odd squish sound against the tiled floor, and the door fell shut behind them.

"Have a seat." Sasuke waved at the two chairs in front of his desk and sat down in his large, leather chair; the familiar comfort of his chair distracted him a bit from the mysterious, strong scent which had started to permeate the air in his office. Damn, he would need to open a window after this visit was over if he wanted to have even the slightest chance of continuing with his work undistracted.

Looking somewhat helpless – causing the Alpha in Sasuke to purr contently and him to clench his teeth – Uzumaki sank down on the chair, which creaked softly underneath his weight. Slender fingers started fiddling with the zipper of his wet jacket.

"So, Uzumaki-san, is this your first time seeing a doctor for this particular issue?" Sasuke started, reminding himself sternly to remain professional – he was a patient, for fuck's sake – and opened the file he had placed on his desk. He skipped the basic information for the moment and turned the page to discover who Uzumaki's previous doctor had been. He couldn't help but arch his eyebrow in surprise when he saw that the information regarding the former doctor had been left blank.

Huh, well, that was quite unexpected.

No doctor at all? Or had the blond forgotten to fill in that particular part of the papers? It wouldn't be the first time that a new patient forgot to fill in something, because they had either been distracted or feeling nervous at the prospect of going on a consultation with a gynaecologist.

"Yes," Uzumaki confirmed and involuntarily Sasuke took notice of how his hands clenched into his wet jeans, which were moulded perfectly to his firm thighs.

Stay professional, Sasuke chanted to himself silently and resisted the urge to scowl. "I notice that the information regarding your previous doctor was left blank. Who was your previous doctor?" he inquired; his pen was already hovering above the paper, reading to write down the information.

"Eh, I don't have one," Uzumaki admitted sheepishly and he rubbed the back of his neck.

Confusion spiked up in Sasuke and he canted his head a bit, wondering how it was possible that Uzumaki didn't have one. Or did he just mean that he didn't have a regular one? Sasuke had had patients before who didn't have any preference in doctors and just visited the one who was available at the time they were ill.

Sasuke decided to reformulate his question to be clearer. "Who do you visit when you are ill?"

To his surprise, Uzumaki replied, "No one in particular. I don't get sick easily."

Sasuke couldn't help but stare at the blond man, rendered speechless, before he snorted. "You're one of the lucky few then," he remarked dryly.

Uzumaki offered him a crooked smile in response.

Sasuke decided to get to the point of this visit. "Tell me exactly why you need my help."

Uzumaki's smile disappeared like snow underneath the sun and Sasuke caught himself before he could start berating himself for causing that smile to disappear. Shit, he needed a stiff drink tonight. Maybe letting his head be examined would be a good idea as well.

The drink was less time consuming, though.

"My partner and I are trying to conceive, but so far we haven't succeeded," Uzumaki explained; a red flush of shame coloured his cheeks.

It was obvious that he didn't like admitting this particular fact. Hell, not many Omega would like to admit that they had trouble conceiving.

Did Uzumaki really have cause for worry or was he just panicking because he wasn't pregnant after a week of trying? Sasuke had dealt with Omega before, who became hysterical because they hadn't conceived after barely a week of trying. Society still had certain expectations of Omega, despite all the modernization, and those often had a negative effect on Omega, making them more insecure and worried than they needed to be.

Still, Uzumaki couldn't have been trying for that long. Sasuke didn't smell any suppressants on him – those added an odd, chemical component to the regular scent of the person taking them – so that meant he had been trying for a little while already. The effects of the suppressants were always quickly flushed out of the person's system if they didn't take it for at least two days.

"Hm. How long have you been trying?"

Standard question.

"Four months."

That … was not the standard answer. Sasuke stilled and studied Uzumaki intently, causing the blond to squirm a bit under his scrutiny. "How long have you been taking the suppressants?" he continued his questions, not allowing the Omega to see how startled he had been at the rather abnormal answer. There was no need to worry him. He already looked quite anxious.

"Almost fourteen years," Uzumaki answered softly and he lowered his eyes, sounding quite embarrassed.

Well, that was a long time to take them, the doctor had to admit silently.

"How long have you and your mate been married?" Sasuke asked, jotting down Uzumaki's replies. The question slipped out automatically; his brain barely registering the question after asking so many of his patients that particular inquiry.

"Oh, I'm not married," Uzumaki replied to Sasuke's great surprise and he looked quite flustered.

Dark eyes quickly flitted towards Uzumaki's ring finger and only now did the dark haired man notice that his finger was bare. Damn, usually he was better in picking up on details.

That should teach him for having the assumption that all Omega who tried to conceive were married. Although, in his defence, so far all the Omega in his practice had been married or at the very least had been engaged.

"My apologies for the assumption," Sasuke murmured, quickly composing himself. "How long have you been together with him?"

"Nearly five years."

Huh, quite a long time to go without being engaged at the very least. Sasuke caught himself wondering in the back of his mind whether Uzumaki was the one stopping the couple from getting married.

"Is he Alpha or Beta?" Sometimes the nature of a person could have an influence on the conceiving process. Bar some exceptions, Alpha tended to have more success in impregnating their partner than Beta. At least most Alpha needed to spend less time trying with their mate than most Beta. It had something to do with the way their DNA was wired.

"An Alpha."

Sasuke hummed thoughtfully; all right, so that couldn't be a possible reason as to why it was taking the couple such a long time to conceive. That idea could be thrown out of the window. "Have you ever taken any form of drugs?"

Aside from the nature of the partner, drugs tended to have quite a big influence on the conceiving process as well – albeit a very negative one.

"If coffee counts, yes. Otherwise no."

His lips quirked up quickly in an amused smirk at the quip of the Omega. "Do you smoke?"

"No. Never tried it either."

"How is your alcohol intake?" A person who was regularly smashed would have more trouble conceiving a baby.

"Only a couple of beers throughout the month, but no more than that."

"Ever been in an accident?" If his stomach area had been damaged, that would certainly provide a challenge to get pregnant. In that case, Sasuke would have to refer him to Yakushi, who was specialized in restoring damage to the stomach area.

"When I was seven, some windows broke when I was near them and left me with the scars on my face, but other than that, no."

Sasuke closed the file after writing down the last reply and clasped his hands together on top of it. A frown marred his forehead. "Based on the information you have given, there should be no reason why you cannot conceive. I am honestly a bit baffled that it is taking you so long," he admitted honestly and that admittance left a sour note behind. Until now he had always immediately known what was wrong with his patient.

It was starting to bug him to no end that he couldn't immediately figure out what was keeping the Omega from having a baby.

Uzumaki's face dropped. "I – I was thinking that it had something to do with how long I've been taking the pills," he said, visibly uncomfortable.

"I have never heard of such a side effect, but to be certain I'm going to take some of your blood to have it examined. If there are still traces left behind from the pills, I'll prescribe you something that will flush them from your system," Sasuke stated calmly and stood up to retrieve his equipment. He honestly doubted that the suppressants would have such a detrimental effect, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, Uzumaki was one of the very few who had been taking those pills for such a long time.

Who knew? Maybe the suppressants did have a negative effect on the fertility if they were taking for a too long time. In that case he would have to mention that to Orochimaru, who was the head of the department specialising in the creation of the suppressants. His former mentor would be interested in hearing that.

"Roll up your sleeve," Sasuke instructed and approached the blond, while preparing the needle carefully.

Uzumaki nodded mutely and bared his right arm, holding it up.

Sasuke searched for a good vein by tapping Uzumaki's arm gently and carefully inserted the needle once he had found a vein. He couldn't keep his lips from twitching in a faint smile when Uzumaki hissed at the sting of the needle piercing through his skin. It made the blond huff in annoyance and turn away.

Sasuke had to resist the odd urge to chuckle at the petulant reaction.

After he was done filling three tubes with Uzumaki's blood – the blond kept his face turned away the entire time – Sasuke measured his height and weight as well.

While Uzumaki pulled on his shoes, Sasuke stacked the tubes in their specific holder, so that he could send it to the lab today.

"Uzumaki-san, as soon as your blood results are ready, you'll be notified and you'll need to make a new appointment," he informed the Omega while he filled in the needed paperwork. "Depending on the results, we'll decide how to proceed then."

"Okay." Uzumaki nodded and his fingers twitched in his wide sleeves. He had a dubious look on his face and his mood seemed to have steadily grown worse.

Sasuke clucked his tongue and a smirk unfolded on his face. "I've never been beaten by a challenge, Uzumaki-san, and I'm not planning on letting that happen any time soon. I'll figure out what's keeping you from conceiving. In the meantime, just continue trying."

The Alpha inside of him seemed to disagree with that advice; it snarled in anger, not wanting the beautiful Omega around another Alpha.

Sasuke hoped that particular odd sentiment hadn't shone through in his eyes. He really needed to get a hold on himself.

Uzumaki must have noticed something, because his cheeks flared up in a beautiful red colour and he stammered out a goodbye before he quickly departed after swiftly handing over his payment; taking his sweet scent with him.

As soon as the door clicked close behind that perky arse, Sasuke groaned out loud in dismay and rubbed his hands harshly over his face.

God damn it, something seriously was wrong with him today. Maybe he should lessen his workload a bit, like Itachi instructed him to do so, if he could be so easily influenced by an Omega's scent.

He forced himself to open up the window, letting the smell of the rain chase away any lingering remnants of Uzumaki's scent, and didn't acknowledge the small part in him that pouted about the loss of the delicious scent.

He just wasn't used to such strong scents; it would get better once he saw Uzumaki again, he reassured himself. Uzumaki's strong scent just had him caught off guard, because not many Omega tended to have such strong scents.

Maybe he should go out again, meet some new people.

He snorted out loud and shook his head, instantly dismissing the idea. He wasn't the social type and he couldn't stand the rowdy people in the clubs. Chances were higher that he would punch someone in the face for being damned annoying than that he would find someone.

No, he would just go home earlier tonight, enjoy a glass of good wine and read a book.

His spirits lifted a bit, he returned to his desk and grabbed the vials. He would ask Karin to send them to the lab and then he would prepare himself for his next patient.

By the time he was talking to his next patient, the rain had stopped and a very thin ray of weak sunlight fought its way through the heavy clouds.

AN2: I hope you liked the first chapter! If you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.

This story will be updated every two weeks, as my exams nearly start and I need time to edit the long chapters. I apologise for that, but at least I can assure you that there won't be any delays.

I'm still accepting scenes to turn into omake :) These omake will be posted after Sasuke's story is finished.

Hopefully you liked Sasuke's version of the story; please leave your thoughts behind in a review! I've never attempted before to create another pov of the same story, so yeah *coughs*

See you all in two weeks!

Cuddles

Melissa

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