Disclaimer : I do not own Sherlock.
1) Soulmates
When you are ten, a mark appears on your palm of your right hand. It is a name of the person you will complete and destiny will make sure that it will happen. It is nothing romantic. Just, who will be your best friend.
Sherlock Gets His Name
Sherlock Holmes was celebrating his tenth birthday. However, his family do not celebrate birthdays but his mother will come into his room at noon to sit with him as his name appears on his right hand.
Sherlock was sitting on his bed, little legs hanging over the edge, and he was looking in the mirror, believing that his hand would be blank, that no one would want to be his best friend. Ever.
On the dot of twelve, his mum walked into his room and sat down beside him.
"Are you excited?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Her son had been dreading this for months.
"No, my hand will be blank" said Sherlock as he lay his right hand flat against his thigh and turned his head.
"Look again" said his mum and Sherlock looked into time to see an invisible hand write the name on his palm.
"John" whispered Sherlock, and he slowly began to stroke his hand.
John Gets His Mark
On John's tenth birthday, at noon, he was surronded by his family, eating through food and opening presents. His sister, Harriet, was over by the phone talking to somone. She was fifteen, and was looking for her Clara. The clock struck noon and a blur appeared on John's hand, and slowly, as if someone were writing it, the name appeared.
"Who the hell names their kid Sherlock, I mean, is that even a boy or a girl?" asked John's Grandad.
'Sherlock' thought John, looking down at the name.
"Come on Johnny, my present next" said Harry, hanging up and skipping over to her little brother.
It was to distract him from noticing that his parents went to talk about the name.
They Meet
"Bit different from my day" commented John as he followed Mike Stamford into a lab in Barts hospital.
"You've no idea!" joked Mike as John caught sight of a man glancing up at them before reaching over and checking his phone.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine" said the man.
"And what's wrong with the landline?" asked Mike.
"I prefer to text."
"Sorry," said Mike, after a check of all his pockets, "it's in my lab coat."
"Here, use mine" said John, digging it out and handing it over. The man took it with a quick "Thank you" and started to text.
"This is an old friend of mine, Doctor Watson" said Mike, pointing at John.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" asked the tall man. John frowned.
"Sorry?" asked John, looking at the man as he placed his phone on the table.
"Which was it, in Afghanistan or Iraq?" asked the man.
"Afghanistan, sorry, how did you know?" asked John just as a woman entered.
"Ah! Coffee, thank you. What happened to the lipstick?" asked the man, grabbing the cup from her hand.
"It wasn't working for me" answered Molly, blushing slightly. She turned to look at John.
"Really? It was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now" said the man, placing the cup down and grabbing his coat.
"Molly, this is my friend, Doctor Watson" said Mike, quickly. Molly went to shake John's hand. Her eye caught sight of the name.
"Your name?" she whispered as she grabbed his wrist and held it up to her eye.
"What of it?" asked John.
"I said, what is your name?" asked Molly.
"John" answered John. The nameless man lifted his head, and looked at John, eyes wide.
"How do you feel about the violin?" he quickly asked.
"What?" asked John.
"I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you?"
"No, why?" asked John.
"Today is your lucky day, or unlucky, that's your choice" said Molly and she finally let go of John's wrist.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes" said the man, holding his hand, which had John written on it.
"Mine's is John" said John, taking his hand.
Scotland Yard Finding Out
After Mrs Hudson's delighted scream and, for a woman of her age, to physcially throw herself on John in delight, both men wanted to wait a while before telling anyone else.
As most plans go, it didn't work.
Sherlock dragged John to a crime scene. They managed to avoid people discovering that they had found each other until Greg noticed something.
They way they moved around each other.
"No way" he whispered, eye wide looking at them.
"What?" asked Sherlock, irritated.
"Show me your hands" said Greg. Sally and Anderson, who were in the room with them, stared at them.
"Why?" asked Sherlock.
"Just do it" ordered Greg. Sharing a look Sherlock and John held out their left hands.
"No, the other one" said Greg. They switched from left to right.
"Well done Sherlock" smiled Greg. Sherlock huffed and went back to investigating the body.