Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Avengers or Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D those are the sole property of Marvel. Nor do I own anybody from The Unusuals they are the sole property of Sony Pictures. The only thing I do own is Shaylyn Harrison and any other OC's who may appear at random intervals.

Author's Note: Inspired by amusewithaview's write love on my skin and ozhawk's Soulmate Shorts. I became fascinated with the whole Soulmates and Soulmarks idea after reading her work. So my take on this is that everyone has a destined Soulmate in the world, some may even have more than one.

The first words that a person will say to their Soulmate shall appear somewhere upon their body in their destined mate's handwriting the moment that mate is born. When they first meet and have said their first words to each other, where ever they first touch, their combined Soulmark or Bondmark shall appear in that exact spot.

Many thanks to ozhawk for being an: amazing friend, beta, motivator, ass kicker, collaborator and occasional rabid plot bunny killer. Her stories are amazingly awesome and have on more than one occasion inspired me to keep trudging along and have actually helped me break through blocks.

Chapter One: Are you an Angel?

This had definitely been the longest shift of Shaylyn's life, or perhaps it simply felt that way. Early during their meal break Shay and her partner Tyler had been watching the breaking news update on the attack that was occurring in Washington DC. Once that story had hit the news half the city of New York had panicked and the Ambulance crews had been getting dispatched almost non stop.

Stripping out of her sweaty and disgusting uniform, Shay stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water. Once she had it at the right temperature she stepped in under the spray and closed her eyes, letting the water just cascade over her head. As she started to wash off the sweat and grime of the day Shay stopped suddenly, turning her right hand palm-up, and frowned at the tattoo-like mark now residing on her inner right wrist.

"What the hell?" Shay muttered under her breath as her fingers brushed over the mark, a frown furrowing her brow as she tried to recall when or even who the bare skin of her wrist had touched during the day. The only case she could recall was her last, as her patient prior to falling unconscious had uttered the same four words she'd been carrying on her since birth.

As they dropped to the ground, Tyler began to check the man's vital signs while Shay tried to catalogue the man's injuries. Grabbing the scissors from her kit, Shay began to cut up the middle of the man's t-shirt to get a clearer view.

As she lent forward to cut across the shoulders of the t-shirt her chocolate eyes met and momentarily held very confused and pained storm grey eyes. Her eyes flicked down from his momentarily as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips before a low gravelly voice muttered "Are you an Angel?"

Shay had been in the process of pushing the cut shirt off the lower left portion of his abdomen with her right hand when the words registered, causing her brain to stutter momentarily and her hand to slide to a rest just above his groin. With a slight shake of her head and a roll of her eyes Shay snarked back "No, you moron, you're not dead. Yet."

As her patient fell into unconsciousness, Shay shook off the familiarity of the man's uttered words; it was after all not the first time she'd heard those words spoken. She did however also make a mental note that whenever she did eventually find the ass that was responsible for her bearing those four words that she'd have a few choice words to say to them.

Shaking herself out of the flashback Shay grabbed her soap from the shelf with a low growl and began scrubbing ferociously at the skin of her inner wrist till it began to turn red. "Fuck me, why did this have to happen now?"

Dropping the soap back onto the shelf, Shay slid down the tiled wall to sit on the floor of the shower stall beneath the cascading water that was slowly beginning to chill. The words the man with the unique storm grey eyes had said surely had to have been a coincidence…right?

If she was truthfully honest with herself Shay wasn't sure that she wanted anything to do with a soulmate. She'd been called out to some brutal domestic disturbance disputes that had occurred between bonded soulmates and now she found herself marked and bonded to a complete stranger who might not even survive his injuries.

Blindly reaching up for the tap Shay turned off the now icy cascade of water before forcing herself back to her feet. Reaching outside the stall for where she'd hung her towel she pulled it in and quickly dried her athletic form before wrapping herself in the towel. Stepping from the stall she collected her dirty uniform and underwear.

Making her way wearily across the locker room from the shower to her locker Shay tried to get her brain to function enough to work out what she should be doing next in regards to her current predicament. As far as she knew, she had two possible options. Option one was that she could just ignore the mark and hope that her soulmate didn't come looking for her; or option two she could suck it up and go to the hospital to see if storm grey eyes really is her soulmate, and check on his condition. He'd been in a pretty bad way when they'd dropped him off.

It was an hour after she went into the locker room that Shay re-emerged into the station house's common room, dressed in a pair of black jeans combined with a black tank top underneath her blue FDNY hoodie paired with black socks and combat boots.

Crossing the room towards Tyler as he arched one brow curiously Shay dropped heavily into the empty seat beside him on the couch.

"Everything ok? You were in there for so long I was starting to think I'd have to come drag you out," he whispered before passing the bowl of popcorn in her direction.

Grabbing a handful of the popcorn with her left hand Shay popped two pieces into her mouth, chewing quietly as she mulled over the best way to answer that question, as her gaze fell onto the television and the news that was showing the aftermath of the attack on the Triskelion in Washington DC.

"Yeah Ty I'm fine, just a lot of stuff going through my head suddenly. Then there's all of this, happening in DC." She gestured towards the television before popping more popcorn into her mouth.

"Hey Ty? That last pick up we had tonight, did you by any chance get his name?" Shay hoped that her question would come across as simple curiosity, however the moment she turned her head to look at her partner she could tell by the look he gave her that her hope was shattered.

"Why?"

Shay inwardly winced at the question and gave a slight shrug as her gaze returned to the television. In hindsight, she probably should have known better than to ask him that question, but the need to know really had gotten the better of her and the question had just slipped out of her mouth unbidden.

"The reason I ask is because something happened today and I think it happened during that last call." Turning in the seat to face Tyler, Shay pushed the right hand sleeve of her hoodie up enough to expose the mark now residing on her inner wrist. "I need to see if he has the same mark. If it's not him then I have no idea when it happened."

As Shay tugged the sleeve back into place she heard Tyler's low whistle and from her peripheral vision saw him reach up to scratch the back of his head before he murmured "When I checked his wallet for a name, I think it was Walsh, Jason Walsh."

That name seemed strangely familiar to Shay but for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. Turning her gaze back to the television screen she slumped sideways to rest her head against Tyler's shoulder. So tired. Her eyes drifted slowly closed.