Omegas. Sweet, submissive little things. Simon often thought about getting in a relationship and being the alpha his partner needed. He was just too afraid he was too damaged for the innocent civilian types, and the military Omegas were too... feisty, for his taste.

Then came the summons. A small meeting with lawyers to discuss something legal that Simon didn't care to read about. The sod assumed it was jury duty, took the date, time, and place, and showed up.

A poor omega sat inside the conference room, two lawyers on each side of them. Simon sat down, confused, but waited for the lawyers to explain.

"We're glad you could make it. We apologize for the multiple letters, but we weren't sure when you'd be back from the military." One lawyer bothered with niceties.

The other, however, was older and got down to business. Simon appreciated that. "Have you heard of omega trades?"

Of course Simon had. It wasn't rare when it came to military mates. "Aye."

The lawyer slid some papers over, "We had to be strict in who we chose for this case, and given your background and testimonies from soldiers close to you, we believe you're the perfect for for the omega here today."

Simon looked at the omega again, really taking them in. Faded bruises littered their skin, a busted lip, and their scent was stale. It was upsetting to see, would be for any alpha. "And you want this finalized today?" Simon asked.

"It would be best, yes." The lawyers nodded, "The sooner she can get in a stable environment, the better."

Simon understood that much. Hell, he probably wouldn't have said no for any reason. "Are you alright with this?" He looked at the omega.

The poor thing looked shocked, like they hadn't been given a choice before, but nodded. Simon gave a cut nod back and signed the papers.

He knew it wouldn't be easy trying to help the beaten thing, but he would try. He'd been through hell and survived, so maybe he had a chance at helping this omega out of the fire.