Warning: There will be references to past non-con/dub-con situations during the course of this story. This is partly due to the nature of Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, and partly to the nature of the Alpha in question. There will be no explicit sex scenes, as this is from the point-of-view of a seven-year-old girl, using the medium of her diary. Most references will be obscure, but there nonetheless. A lot of angst here as well, folks.

"First Entry"

Hi!

My name is Clarissa Angel Moriarty. My Daddy gave me this diary because he says that I'm too young to write a blog. But I'm seven years old now, and I know what a blog is. But Daddy knows best. And Papa agrees with him, which Daddy doesn't always like, but he says it's a miracle. I know what a miracle is. It's when your wish comes true.

I have to write about myself first. That's what Bastian told me. He's my big brother. He is 12 years old, and his real name is Sebastian, but that's the name of Papa's friend, so we call him Bastian. I'm not named after anybody. Daddy said that my middle name is ironic. I don't know what that means. Daddy said I will when I'm older.

Daddy is a doctor, and he used to be in the army. His first name is John, but I can't remember his last name. Papa is a businessman. That's what everyone tells me, but I don't know what his business is. He dresses in nice suits, and his name is Jim. I think his real name is James, but nobody really calls him that.

I'm an Omega, and Bastian is a Beta. Daddy is an Omega, and Papa is an Alpha. We don't have any pets, but I wish we did sometimes.

Bastian doesn't know what I have to write next. He said I should just start writing about my day now, so I will.

First, I tried to make Daddy breakfast in bed, because he's getting bigger now that he's got my new baby brother or sister growing inside him. Bastian helped me make toast and he cut up the apple. I poured juice, because we can't make tea yet. Daddy was sick again, so Papa said thank you but he would find something for Daddy.

Uncle Sherlock rang on the phone after breakfast. I talked to him for ages. Papa doesn't like it when Uncle Sherlock rings, but Daddy doesn't like Uncle Sebastian, so that makes it quits. Then Bastian talked to Uncle Sherlock while I went to find Daddy and Papa.

They were arguing again. (I'm checking the dictionary, because Uncle Sherlock doesn't like spelling mistakes. He won't read my diary, though.) I'll write as much as I can remember. Papa says I have a very good memory.

"You said that Bastian would get the best education in England," Daddy said. He was sitting on the bed, and Papa was standing behind him.

"He will," Papa said.

"This school is the best—"

"It's a boarding school, John. We would have to send him away."

"He should meet more boys his age! You get him brought straight home from school every day, and he never spends time with anyone else. I wonder that he has any friends at all. He can't spend all his free time at home."

"He's safe here."

"Yes," Daddy said. "From your enemies."

Papa scowled.

"Do you want him to get hurt?"

"He won't be in any more danger there than he is at his current school."

"Is that the only reason?"

Daddy looked up, but not at Papa.

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"The real reason you want him to go. He reminds you of me. If he goes, you'll leave and take Clarissa with you. That's what it is, isn't it?"

"What? No!" Daddy turned around, and I couldn't see his face anymore. "Of course not. This is her home, and there's the baby to consider." Papa still didn't look happy, but he never does when they are arguing. "But do I want my freedom? Of course I do. You stole… everything from me, at the pool."

"Here we go again," Papa said, rolling his eyes.

I crept away then. I didn't want them to see me. Papa doesn't like me listening to grown-ups when they don't know I'm there. I don't like it when they yell at each other.

Bastian was still talking to Uncle Sherlock. I said that Daddy and Papa were arguing, so Uncle Sherlock said that he would call back later. I sat next to Bastian.

"Was it about school again?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Me neither."

"'Neither do I', Clarissa."

"Sorry, Bastian."

"At least Uncle Sherlock isn't here."

I giggled. Bastian doesn't giggle, but he did smile. Then he looked sad again.

"Do you think Dad loves me?" he said. He calls Daddy 'Dad', and he calls Papa 'Father'. I hope it isn't confusing.

"Of course he does," I said. "Why wouldn't he?"

"He wants me to go away."

"But he said that it's so you can learn more than you already do. Don't you want to be a doctor like Daddy?"

"Yeah, but it's not just that."

"What do you mean?"

Bastian sighed.

"Sometimes grown-ups talk about how Dad and Father made me. That Dad didn't want me, but that I came along anyway, and he had to stay with Father."

"Don't they want to be Bonded?" I said.

"I don't know. I think it's one of those things we don't know until we're older."

Then Papa came into the room, and Bastian told him Uncle Sherlock rang. Papa made a face, and then Daddy came in, and said he would call Uncle Sherlock back. Papa said that Daddy could do whatever he wanted, and went to work. Daddy asked me if he could speak with Bastian alone, and so that's why I'm writing. If I don't write any more today, I will write more tomorrow.

I hope the child-like language won't be too jarring. I'll try to reveal what I can of how Jim and John got together, and whatever else is going on. Meanwhile, to recap:

Clarissa Moriarty, the narrator through her diary, 7 years old

Bastian Moriarty, her older brother, 12 years old

Dr. John Moriarty, nee Watson, their Omega father, Bonded and married to Jim, called Daddy or Dad

James 'Jim' Moriarty, their Alpha father, Bonded and married to John, called Papa or Father

Sherlock Holmes, Clarissa and Bastian's 'Uncle Sherlock', friend of John

Sebastian Moran, friend/employee of Jim, Clarissa and Bastian's 'Uncle Sebastian'

There'll be other characters, of course, such as 'Uncle Greg', 'Sergeant Sally', and so on.

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