(A/N): I'm not totally sure about everyone's names and I really just want to focus on their relationship so there are gonna be a lot of OC's in here so I hope that you don't mind. Also anyone willing to help edit, please DM me! I am a struggling writer in need! Anyway hope you enjoy!

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"How do soulmates know that they are soulmates? And what if they never met? What would happen-"

"One question at a time please!" Her soft chuckle quieted the small boy sitting in anticipation.

"Well, it might seem quite strange...but no matter what age you are... it will only be a matter of time before you meet your soulmate..."

xXx Sherlock (About 10:15 at night)

"Lestrade... LESTRADE!"

"What goddamnit what?!" Lestrade removed his glasses before rubbing his eyes tiredly. They had been there for hours, even though it was already 10pm, they were keeping Sherlock from doing anything stupid. He was acting downright hysterical after being bored for only a few hours. They had convinced him to try solving puzzles but he had already solved everyone of the books that they had laying around the place. Lestrade's poor assistant Laura had to run out and buy five copies just to appease the frustrated man. Lestrade had argued for her to buy at least ten and even offered to pay but she had refused and said, "Surely this will keep him occupied long enough for a new case to arrive."

Oh how wrong she was. It took him a mere 15 minutes to go through every page of the five "IMPOSSIBLE PUZZLES" books. She was, to say the least, unhappy with the situation.

Sherlock instead put his focus into the little secret Laura had asked him to figure out about her fiancé. The results were far from satisfying.

"Get that bastard out of here now or I swear to GOD-" Sherlock had obviously hit a nerve. He had never seen Laura mad nonetheless fuming as she currently was. Lestrade looked over her shoulder at the culprit who was calmly sitting on one of the bland red couches with his legs crossed on top of the coffee table in front of him. He held one of the puzzle books in his hand and pretended to read.

As if he had just noticed that Lestrade was watching him he waved mockingly whilst flaunting a handsome grin. Lestrade sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"What did he do this time?"

Laura, nostrils flared, nearly losing it, shouted, "That ARSE thought it'd be funny to make the absolute ridiculous accusation that my boyfriend and soon to be husband as a matter of fact, is a part time male stripper!" Laura had her fists firmly clenched at her sides, slightly shaking.

Lestrade coolly held back a laugh by instead turning to the for once distracted Sherlock Holmes. Lestrade calmly walked over to the reason his assistant is in such hysterics.

Gritting his teeth he growled, "Sherlock? Out. Now."

Sherlock looked up from his oh so interesting puzzle book and pouted. His eyes seemed even more piercing than they usually were but at the same time showed vulnerability and plead. With a sigh he calmly took his feet off of the coffee table and closed his eyes. He placed the book over his eyes and leaned back against the uncomfortable couch.

"I was simply stating a fact. She was the one to ask me to figure out her fiancé's secret and I have. I think I deserve more than a demand to leave." Sherlock had moved from his ridiculous position into a more calm and posed one. He crossed his arms and held a look with Lestrade as if asking 'So what exactly did I do wrong again?'. He smirked.

Growling, Lestrade sighed and relieved Laura. She gladly took her bag and coat. Before leaving she shot a quick glare at Sherlock before frantically dialing her fiancé.

"Ahahahaha!" Sherlock couldn't stop himself from laughing. So she was convinced, she had a great poker face but in the end, Sherlock always wins. Lestrade allowed himself a chuckle before making him and the hysterical man a steaming pot of tea.

"You really are an arse you know?"

Lestrade handed the mug labeled 'BOSS' to the amused looking detective who gladly took the Earl Grey.

"Yes but you do have to admit. That was quite amusing." After a few more cups of tea, Sherlock opened his laptop and completed filling out the case files he had recently done. He soon caught the sun rising and with it people began to appear slow at first but accumulating over time.

Stretching his fingers, Sherlock closed the laptop. Through the light he was able to make out the sleeping figure of Lestrade next to him. Getting up he decided to go to the Morgue that was conveniently nearby.

"I wonder..."

xXx John (About 8:40 in the morning)

"What would you like sweety?" The obviously gay man shifted as he waited for the veteran to answer. His dark skin contrasted the bright yellow highlighter that he had placed on his cheekbones that morning, with little to no experience in the act as the highlighter was neither blended nor flattering in any way. His shaved, green hair was distracting and almost a turn away for any company willing to hire. He obviously had experience though with the way he had immediately taken out a personal notepad and pen the second he had approached John's two seater table. The easy talking and patient man took no sweat in grabbing the man's attention once more.

"Anything suit your fancy?" The waiter said placing his hand on the blonde's.

John quickly took his hand back and looked away from his waiter before stuttering.

"S-sorry. Earl Grey please." John, avoiding eye contact, handed the waiter his menu and folded his hands on the table. He looked out the window partly in embarrassment but mostly in fascination.

He often wondered what kind of life others led. What kind of past they held leading up to the point of them simply walking across the street to catch a job interview. He was so caught in his imagination he barely made out the waiter taking his leave with a quick, "Alright we'll have that right out for you."

He didn't usually ignore people, it was rude, but at that moment he didn't see it as necessary as it once was.

A noise and vibration of the table caught his attention. Startled he looked towards the culprit and saw his waiter walking away, leaving behind a steaming mug filled to the brim with strong tea. Carefully, he took the mug into his hands, blowing gently at the seemingly endless bellows of steam. The air he blew across the top of the mug sent ripples threatening to spill over the rounded edge of the plain colored mug.

Deeming his efforts unhelpful, he set the cup down and decided to look outside once more. Widening his eyes he took his hand down from his chin and in his haste to get outside, he spilled his precious tea with an unflattering bump of the table.

Not thinking, he quickly ran across the small room and threw himself through the double doors and onto the sidewalk.

Forgetting his Earl Grey. Forgetting his flirty waiter. Forgetting his cane.

He couldn't think about anything else and at the moment he was completely focused on what was happening a few feet ahead of him.

For once he didn't think about anything else. He felt exhilarated and almost free of his boring life. That is, before he realized he had ran straight into traffic, and straight into the path of a car traveling 80 kilometers per hour.

He didn't even have a chance to blink before-

xXx Sherlock POV (About 8:20 in the morning)

SLAP! WHACK!

It was becoming tiresome whipping the corpses. And yet I kept at it. My arms began to feel the wear of time spent whacking dead things over and over again.

(Italics=thoughts)

No bruises.

Experiment nowhere near over. So many variables. Too many to count. I'm sure I can confirm my hypothesis at a later date but at this moment I am tired of wasting precious energy on dead things.

I set the bull whip down and wipe my brow with the back of my sleeve. My palms had grown sweaty from being constricted in the latex gloves I had half-hazardly thrown on hours ago. I take a look at my work.

No result and at this point blatantly uninteresting and not worth my time.

I take off the rest of the surgical equipment that had found its way onto me after awhile of work and quickly threw the disposable mask and apron away.

Looking around I wondered what to do now. I was practically free at the moment and yet had nothing to use this new found freedom for.

I grab my laptop and head out the door, at this point I guess it would be best to look for a flat. Lestrade was probably getting tired of me annoying him for the past week. Before heading out the door I look across the street through the glass embedded door.

Something seemed to snap in me because before I knew it I was out the door, dropping my laptop in the heat of the moment.

Damnit... What exactly is going on here?!

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(A/N): Okay guys I'm going to try to keep the chapters shorter this time around so bare with me. I will also be updating more frequently as coffee has been helping me stay up to 4am every day... or night? Anyway I hope you enjoyed!

ATTENTION!: Anyone wanting to edit or help me out in anyway just dm me and you've got the job! But seriously I do need some help getting these chapters just right.