A/N Fic, mostly based on the series but with a twist that everyone has the name of their soulmate printed on their arm.

Before you start

THIS ISN'T SHERARY

ONE

Sherlock Holmes was a man of many secrets, and one whom despised his name.

Mary.H

Etched on his arm in a dark blue, forever.

In his teens, while a drug addict, he had tried many a time to scratch it from his skin.

Once he had gone as far as trying to simply cut off his arm, but his foolish brother had intervened.

By 30 he had given up, he simply wore long sleeves and ignored coming into contact with people whom may be his soulmate.

He invested in a pair of gloves and refrained from touching anyone.

It was a few months after his 31st that Sherlock met John Watson, an intriguing Doctor with the name Abigail.A in Dark blue, meaning he too, was yet to find his soulmate.

So they seemed a perfect match as flatmates, of course he never told John of his name, and John never asked.

After his death, well fake... Sherlock didn't keep tabs on John, so when he returned and found John with a Mary.M, he seemed happy enough, but it puzzled Sherlock immensely.

When they married, and then expected twins *cough* I know, I want two Lil Watson's, SHH! *cough* it confused him even more.

Then came the A.G.R.A incident, Moriarty's return and the truth about Mary, or Abigail as she was named...

And yet Sherlock still hadn't thankfully met his Mary.

So he took back to the drugs, the undercover month he spent for the C.A.M case was the last tipping point that sent him over.

John found him drugged up a few weeks later, when he should have been finding Moriarty, so he again took him to Molly Hooper, not only to get advice on what to do to stop Sherlock's addiction, but also to see him get slapped again.

"Why do you all care so much?"

"I sometimes wonder why." Molly snarled, acting out of character.

Sherlock simply scowled and left to retrieve his coat which had been left in the waiting room.

"Are you ok Molly?"

"Mh? Oh, yes, sorry. How are you and Mary doing?"

"Great, yes, how are you? Anyone in your life?"

"No. I don't think I'll ever find the right one, too common a name."

"Oh, So its not Sherlock?"

Molly let out a small laugh,

"No, no, if it was I'd have done something by now."

"Oh, so who is it?"

Molly slowly peeled her lab coat from her back and then held out her arm to him.

'William.H'

John stared for a few seconds before catching himself and stopping.

"Um, yeah, common, good luck, I. um. better go find Sherlock, he'll be doing God knows what downstairs, nice catching up with you.." John mumbled, walking over to Sherlock.

'William Sherlock Scott Holmes'

Could it be? John pondered, he had never seen Sherlock's name, and surely he would have done something if it was Molly?