The man sat there on the bridge, staring up at the night sky, the streets were empty, and it was incredibly silent, the only thing the man could hear was the light sound of water trickling beneath him. The breeze was picking up now, and he turned his coat collar up, shielding the back of his neck from the cool wind. He let out a deep sigh, his mind wandering about. He was simply… thinking. His grip on the bridges tall railing tightened, that's when he looked down, he looked down at his wrist, seeing the bland, plain silver bracelet. Nothing was on the bracelet except an engraving, with a simple J.W. on it.
He studied it, his brows furrowed; the deep questioning thought was very present on his face as he ran through his head on who J.W. could be. Again, another sigh was let out, his attention drifted to London, the bright lights, the cars racing about, a chill ran down his spine. He hated it, he hated being alone, no matter how many times he told Lestrade or his brother Mycroft. He was lonely, he just wanted to find his soul mate and get on with his life. Why did he have to live in a world where destiny made you a bracelet with your soul mate's initials and made you and search for them? The man thought he would do better off without the stupid bracelet, as it mocked him on how he couldn't find the one. They say that if you said your soul mates name, or even be near them, the bracelet would grow warm, yet it was hard for the man, he had absolutely no idea on what his soul mates name could be. He even went through all the names that came to the top of his head that started with a J. he hated the stupid bracelet for this reason.
"Um… What are you doing there?" The man heard a voice say behind him, he didn't bother to turn around, he closed his eyes. Blocking everything out except the steady sound of water. "Sir?" the voice said, the man began to get annoyed, he finally turned around, he open his eyes slowly only to see a man standing behind him. He scanned over him immediately, Short blonde hair, cut in a military fashion, must have just came back from either Afghanistan or Iraq, more likely Afghanistan. Slight limp, injury from the war, and his spirit animal is a cat… oh great… he thought to himself. That was another thing that made him upset about the bracelet, once you get your bracelet at a certain age, "destiny" gives you a spirit animal. He yet to find out what his was, but he didn't care to be honest. The look of utter surprise took over the blonde man's face as he turned around.
"What? Can't you see that I'm busy?" the man snapped, glaring at the man who stood in front of him. The blonde man immediately winced at the tone, his gaze meeting his, his stare hardening.
"Well, what are you doing sitting on the bridge in the middle of the night? Don't you know that's dangerous?" he said, his tone not as friendly, but calm. The man on the bridge lifted his chin up, his eyes narrowed. He gave a slight smirk and tilted his head in a mocking manner.
"And why would you care? You don't know me, you're a complete stranger."
"Well, it's not every day- er, night that you see a strange man sitting on the bridge. I'm rather curious." The blonde man said, taking a slight step closer. The man on the bridge smiled.
"Don't worry, I'm just thinking, nothing to worry about honestly." He turned back around facing the water and London. "What's your name?"
The blonde man chuckled, the obvious sound of him shifting his weight and him letting out a small sigh, "John Watson. And what about you?" The man stiffened, was he just imagining things? Or… He relaxed, turning around again, facing John.
"The name's Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock gave a small smile, and John smiled back, and his bracelet was growing warm.