Soulmates had become almost a manufactured sort of presence within the Time Agents and others in higher positions of hierarchy on high class planets. A soulbond in no way could be changed however it was discovered soon after undercover agents began psychic training that once bonded a soulmate couple would live as long as the strongest individual in the pairing. Naturally those who had soulmates with longer lifespans and stronger constitutions rose in power and wealth.

However Jack's words had always been gray. From the beginning of his life he knew he'd have to make his own way, forge his own path.

The markless and the gray were sought after though as Time Agents. The uppers never feared losing their positions and they knew those who bore blank or gray would fight the hardest to succeed in missions.

Jack was not proud of many things he'd done in the past. However, he never expected the day one of his regrets would haunt him; he'd meet his impossible soulmate.

The fairies were back.

They had already picked their Chosen.

Jack rubbed the pressure points above his nose and between his eyes. His team was securing the crime scene around him, keeping the public away. He glanced back down at the man suffocated with rose petals ironically surrounded by fresh bouquets of them in the marketplace stall. Snapping a pair of gloves on he bent down to view the body more closely, he felt someone kneel on his other side and expecting Owen he didn't freeze until a voice like chimes upon a wind whispered in his ear.

"How disappointing, roses are supposed to be romantic."

He flinched back and looked to his side to find a woman with tan skin, eyes that shone like emeralds and hair that was an unnatural bright turquoise that fell down her shoulders, a smirk in his direction.

She giggled and he winced once more at how drawn he felt toward the sound. Another voice woke him from his stance.

"No giggling at a crime scene, Hari."

Jack glanced back to see another woman of similar indeterminate age waving by the crime scene line, he blinked for a moment thinking he thought he saw her with pointed ears but they were gone when he opened his eyes again.

The woman to his side spoke once more though, "This man's time was up." She tilted her head, her hair spilling over her shoulder as she peered at him, "But you don't have a time." She peered above his head, "How strange."

Jack narrowed his eyes, his hand hovering at his holster and watched as her lips tilted up as she watched his movements.

"Who are you, exactly?"

The woman stood dusting off her skirts and bowed her head regally, "Lady Harina Potter-Black-Peverell, but you can just call me Hari. May I have your name, soulmate?"