Not always a choice

by the-internet-addict

Soulmate countdown AU, JohnLock. Device implanted in the arm of new born babe counts down to the moment a person meets the one human decided to be their soulmate. How will it fall into place? who knows? I certainly don't. Read and review/Or follow. not my first but still be kind(also all pairs have a dom. and a sub. what fun) Dom. John rlock(rated m for a reason)

1. Chapter 1

Chapter one
I do not own any characters or settings in this story. I am using purely for enjoyment ad am not making money off anything.
So hey lovelies this is chapter one revised. please review and the other stuff it means a lot. also if you have anything to say that you want to be more private please e-mail me at notalwaysachoice . (if that dosent show up its "not always a choice" with now quotes and no spaces "at symbol" G male(mail). com sorry if you cant read the email it usually won't work.

I'm not really good at this hole commitment thing, so i'm going to try harder. I now we all kinda think its annoying when a writer on here asks for reviews, i understand why now(don't kid yourself i know you hate it) But if you want me to write anything you need to give feed back like"you need to add more details" or "I think you should add in more dialogue" or even "it seems like you're rushing the chapters and missing some interesting...blah blah stuff" So if you all want more chapters you need to review the chapters. I need feedback and suggestions if you want me to write this.

I plan on having weekly updates but who am i kidding it will probably be realy sporadic.

anyway here. and pre/post-script i know it starts off slow

There is not always a choice about who you love, when they're chosen or you moments after birth, because in the world of John H. Watson and Sherlock Holmes you are implanted with a small device the size of a watch. It tells time just no the one you are looking for on a watch. the device a little larger than a watch counts down to the moment you will meet "the one" the person that will complete you as a person, your "soulmate" if you believe that, if not they would be the one person to best complete you as your better or sometimes worse half. So weather you believe in them or not this is the progression through life of Sherlock and John.

On march 31st a cloudy but not rainy afternoon in a small hospital in the english countryside a beautiful blonde haired blue-eyed baby boy was whisked away from is mother Jane watson. John as what she named him. John H. Watson after his father that had died not three months on February 31st. He had been on his way from his job at a local pub. he was broadsided by a drunk driver. To add insult to injury the driver of the other car was led away in handcuffs with neigh a scratch. John Watson had slipped into a coma and was pronounced brain dead within 24 hours. Jane sat beside her husband clutching his hand and and wrapping her arm protectively around her rounding belly, as she told the doctors to pull the plug on the respirator and life support system. She clutched his hand as his chest grew still and hand grew cold. After John was pronounced dead Jane a left the room and picked up her already 3 year old daughter an led the sobbing girl back to there home where Jane made the funeral arrangements. John would grow up to become a doctor, a doctor to save people so they would grow up with their families, their whole families unlike him.
John as taken to the Implantation ward. A not so nice name for a not so nice idea a young scientist had stumbled onto a technology able to detect your perfect match then precisely predict the exact meeting date.
John's match was unlike any other man ever born. he would grow up to have dark unruly hair with graceful defined cheek bones to go with his gracefully lanky tall frame and startleing eyes that noone really could tell the colour of(If they botherd trying). It wasn't what was on the outside much as the mind within the the skull that was so different.
Sherlock Holmes was in short a genius even by genius standards. In fact both the Holmes boys were gifted. Mycroft the eldest was shaped from birth for a seat of power, being able to tell what buttons to push and exactly how hard to push to get exactly what he wanted. They both deduced information but Sherlock went deeper he could tell a persons life story by a short amount of time. "a mind of a philosopher or a scientist" Mycroft had said on multiple occasions.
Too bad Sherlock was beaten into a shell that wouldn't be opened for a long long time