A/N: Just to let everyone know, these are ficlets, they're not meant to be very long but since they limit the amount of words I can put in the summary I didn't get the chance to write it in. It's a series of one-shots following each couple, but mostly for me to get out of the mentality of finishing one fic before I move on towards another. If you don't follow me on Tumblr, my Season 5 fic will start posting in October, so far at 30+ chapters following their junior and senior year. [I'm mirroring BMW, and season 5 is full of so much angst it will kill your soul... or at least that's how I've plotted it out... I need to add some fluff] After that is the full version of The Agent and The Hitman.


"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
— Emily Brontë


Farkle was always awkward, of course he was most geniuses are the same in their early age, no one understands them. He met Riley and Maya first and became friends with them, although his awkwardness never bothered them, he usually tried to tone it down. They were his first loves, he didn't believe in what was called soulmates, even though his parents were each other's. He didn't believe in leave his chances to be with someone to a random act of fate. The genius couldn't believe in fate because it would mean that he wouldn't find someone truly compatible. He was confused when Maya found her soulmate so early in life, even with the overwhelming evidence that soulmates existed right in front of him he still didn't want to leave it all to chance.

Isadora always felt flawed in a way, she couldn't deal with human emotions like everyone else, she couldn't act like everyone else. She had no real friends only acquaintances because friends were a construct of an illusionary belief that people would get along. So she studied, and she focused on school, but sometimes being alone made her ache. Her parents kept trying their best to show her love and compassion but it always felt awkward to it, but she tried. Sometimes she could hear her mother crying, fearing that Isadora the girl would never know love because of her Asperger's diagnosis. So she invented an algorithm, to find her soulmate, because she knew if there was one thing for a genius to believe in was love. It was an out of control and highly emotional construct and one that she needed to master so that her mother wouldn't worry so much.

For these two wouldn't know what love was until they truly understood what they were trying to find, or what they were trying to deny. They lived as rivals, but never shook hands, never touched one another, only their competitive natures showing.

For Isadora, she reveled in the competition because it was at least one thing her parents had been truly proud of. She achieved a lot and the believed that her future was set by her mind, even if she didn't understand emotion.

For Farkle, he lived in the moment of competition without thinking of anything else, because he truly believed that he would be able to take over the world and love whomever he chose without the fates deciding. He wanted his equal not some random person of chance.

It would take until middle school, one debate before these two would truly know that what they really needed in life was nearby all along. What was true beauty? In the end Isadora had won the debate, but gained something greater.

"Good work Isadora, you have bested me again," Farkle said holding out his hand.

She took it warily, contact of any kind was something new to her, Riley and Maya had given her the chance at real friends, but it still felt strange to her. But she needed to learn and so she took his hand and a brief moment where their skin touched was all it took to send them both a shock that they never thought they would have.

Farkle pushed it aside, and let the feeling go. To him it was nothing, and it wasn't until he got home and changed his clothes that he saw the mark. Isadora Smackle was tattooed over his heart. All this time he had pushed aside the fact that soulmates existed, that he would never find someone truly equal to himself. Now he saw that the fates truly believed in perfect pairings as she was his true equal, and it frightened him because how could two like forces be together.

Isadora smiled when she saw the mark, it was a true smile and one that she rarely showed anyone, to her Farkle had been the only boy she had ever truly liked. Although they were rivals she always liked his tenacity and his thirst for knowledge. It made her happy that something was right with her world when everything was normally a fight for her to fit in.

"Mama," she said as she walked into the living room. "I have found my soulmate."

She wanted her mother to be happy, and she knew that this was the ultimate gift she could have given her. Her mother smiled and hugged her.

"My baby girl is going to have true love," her mother said kissing her on the forehead.

Farkle and Smackle didn't speak again until High School started almost a year later, Isadora worked on her social skills more often, speaking more with Riley who she believed would be a good partner for this experiment in life. She needed to understand human relationships and since Riley was the one person who spoke with everyone no matter who they were, she knew that she was the best. She insisted that this was for Farkle, but in the end she had gained another special relationship, and that was one of friendship.

"Isadora," Farkle said when he saw her again in one of the advanced science classes.

The two of them were paired with one another, they were freshmen in a senior level class so the teacher thought it best to keep them together.

"Farkle," she said trying to smile but it still felt slightly awkward.

"I understand that the universe sees it fit to place us together, but I cannot believe that we are compatible, we're too alike," he said and although it felt like a crushing weight to her she knew that he needed to understand who she was first before placing their pairing aside.

"I wish to speak of this further, perhaps we can sit in a communal space later today and discuss our futures as well as ourselves."

"We can try," he said but he felt wary of it. Farkle couldn't understand why the universe was trying to place him in this pairing.

Soulmates aren't real, he thought to himself, because if they were he would be with someone who truly wanted to be one with them and complement him in every single way.

So he went to Riley's mother's café and sat outside with a smoothie in his hand as he waited for Isadora to come. The marking over his heart ached, it had been aching since he received it but he didn't understand it. He rubbed his chest as another person sat down in front of him. Thinking it was Isadora he looked up, instead he was facing Riley's Uncle Josh.

"It hurts sometimes doesn't it?" Josh asked as he watched Farkle rub the spot where the mark was. "I'm only here to give you a little wisdom and then I'll leave."

"What do you know?" Farkle said looking at the older teen.

"I know that I found my soulmate at the age of nine, and when we were apart the mark sometimes hurt, I know that it hurts more when you're separated, as well as when you doubt it," Josh said sipping what looked like coffee.

"So what is your wisdom?"

"Don't deny the mark, it was placed there for a reason, and although Maya and I have been friends all these years I know the mark will mean more when we both acknowledge our feelings as soulmates."

"But why would I be placed with someone that's so much like me?"

"Farkle, sometimes what you see isn't always what is there. Maybe just maybe there's something that you're missing, something you don't know yet, something that makes the two of you so different that the marks make sense," he said before standing up. "Just give it a chance."

With that Farkle watched the older teen walk away, leaving him to think that maybe there was more to this than he truly knew. Was she hiding something? Or was it something that he hadn't noticed because he was trying to push aside the fact that she was his soulmate? He thought about it until the brunette herself sat down in front of him and gave him an awkward smile.

"Are we really the same?" he asked without thinking.

"I don't think we are," she answered him looking at his eyes. "Farkle I know we're both geniuses, I understand that you believe we're the same, but in reality I have tried hard to come to an understanding about myself."

"And what is that?"

"I'm not the person you think I am," she said looking at her hands. "I'm not weird or quirky like others would believe, I have Asperger's and in a way I'm not sure of emotions or physical contact. We never shook hands until that debate in middle school, and it wasn't because we were rivals, I just didn't understand why touch was something that bothered me."

"I see," he said realizing how wrong he had been for so long about the person sitting in front of him. "Maybe for once the universe is right, and I have just been blind to it because I am a man of science."

"I think we both need to learn from this, so that we may grow with one another in a way that we can understand what it truly means to be a soulmate."

"Maybe we just need to get to know each other better, and understand ourselves more," he said holding out his hand to her. At first she resisted before placing hers over his, but once they touched their hearts calmed, it was an understanding that they were truly meant to be.