{A/N} This is an AU fic that came to me whilst walking on the beach. In this universe, each person is born with script around their wrist that says who their soul mate is.
-If your soul mate is a boy, it's on your right wrist. If it's a girl, it's on your left.
-Each script consists of your soul mate's name written multiple times.
-There is a symbol in between the names. It could be a star or a circle or whatever. The symbols of two soul mates match.
-Everyone's script is a different color. The colors of two soul mates will match.
Sorry I know this is complicated. Reviews=Love. DFTBA!
~LunatheSmallandFancy
Rosemarie Watson-Holmes thoughtfully rubbed the slight script around her right wrist. She glanced down at it.
James
She had met seventeen Jameses in her lifetime. And none of them were the right James. Though, this wasn't surprising, as she was only fifteen. Father had met exactly 46 Johns before he found Dad. Then again, Dad had only met the one Sherlock. She stood from the picnic table, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and started the walk home.
James Moran-Moriarty looked up from his book at left wrist. The dark blue script seemed to shimmer.
Rosemarie
James had met three Rosemaries, none of them the right one. He sighed. Though, this was not surprising, as he was only sixteen. Dad had to meet 35 Sebastians before he met Papa. He sighed. He shut his book and stood up, beginning to walk home.
Neither got far, however, before they ran straight into each other.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Rosemarie gasped as she bent to pick up her binder and his book.
"No, the fault is all mine. I wasn't watching where I was going." James said, kneeling next to her and started to help.
They saw each other's script at the exact same time. Their eyes moved from the other's wrist to the other's eyes.
"James Moran-Moriarty." He said, sticking his hand out, as for her to shake it.
"Rosemarie Watson-Holmes." She said, shaking his hand firmly.
"I hate to be so bold," He said, fingering her script. "But I believe we are soul mates.