So I found this great Soulmate AU idea where you and your soulmate are so connected that sometimes you can hear what they're thinking in your head. I've obviously tweaked it a little bit.

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Jeffrey first heard the voice in his head when he was five years old, and Churchie was putting him down to nap. One second Jeffrey was starting to nod sleepily, and the next second he heard a voice so clear it was as if it was said aloud.

"If x=y and y=z, then x=z. If x=y and y=z, then x=z...Don't...don't cry, don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. 12x0=0. 12x1=12, 12x2=24, 12x3=36, 12x4=48..."

"12x4=48?" Jeffrey murmured sleepily.

"What's that, Dearie?" Jeffrey dimly heard Churchie's clicking knitting needles stop.

"12x11=132." Jeffrey repeated the voice in his head to his nurse.

"Well...yes it is." Churchie sounded surprised. "How'd you know that, Jeffrey?"

"The voice said it." Jeffrey's eyes were wide, "Didn't you hear it, Churchie?"

Even at such a young age, Jeffrey was struck by Churchie's reaction. She tried to remain calm, but her ball of yarn rolled off her lap and unraveled itself across the floor. It was sky blue yarn, Jeffrey remembered.

"What's the voice saying, Honey?" Churchie's voice was low and shaking.

"It stopped now. Didn't you notice, Churchie?" Jeffrey wondered at how odd Churchie was acting. It wasn't like her at all.

"Of course I did." Churchie assured him and hurried to set her knitting aside and stand. "Lie still and go back to sleep. I'll be right back."

She left without rolling her yarn back up; so, Jeffrey did it for her as best as his clumsy toddler hands could. Just as he finished, the voice came back. It was trembling just as much as before, but continued on all the more stubbornly.

"Everything's fine. Everything will be fine. 22/3=7 remainder 1."

The numbers and all the talk of 'times' and 'divided by' confused Jeffrey greatly, but he understood a distressed voice when he heard it. The girl was sad whoever she was, and it was leading him to feel very distraught himself. Maybe he was just sleepy, but the quivering voice distressed Jeffrey and he began to cry.

"It's alright. It's alright." He tried to tell the girl, but she must not have heard him because she continued to spout confusing numbers and terms Jeffrey couldn't understand.

His mother came running in, Churchie on her heels, and Jeffrey wrapped his arms around his mother's neck gratefully.

Jeffrey wasn't explained until his sixth birthday what the voice was, and let's be real nobody really understands anything so groundbreaking when they're only six. No matter how old they feel. But Jeffrey had begged and pleaded and Churchie had at last given in.

Everyone has a soulmate she told him. Someone they belong with and will end up with eventually.

"Like a friend?" Jeffrey had perked up. "Someone to play with?"

Jeffrey didn't get to go to a kindergarten and play and learn alongside with other children no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, Churchie taught him at home. His mother was going to send him to a private school that year for first grade, but in the meanwhile Jeffrey didn't have anyone his own age to talk to.

"Kind of." His nurse hesitated, "Yes, we'll go with friend. Anyways, there's a bond between soulmates and sometimes we get brief flashes of what our soulmate is thinking. Though, it's very rare for someone as young as you to hear a voice and it's practically unknown of any instances when someone was able to hear such complete ideas. You must have a particularly strong bond."

Jeffrey mulled over this. He pondered what Churchie told him almost daily, even more often he tried his hardest to hear the girl speak again. But he didn't hear anything for quite some time.

...

Skye was eight years old when she began to suspicion that she was going insane. She had retreated to her hiding place in Quigley Forest. The one spot she kept a secret from even her sisters. The spot she had found after her mother had died.

It was a pretty normal day, things had gotten a little too loud in the Penderwick household for Skye's taste and so she had decided to sneak off and read from her Algebra book. She had just delved into polynomial functions when a voice rang out out of nowhere.

"Do.. Re... Me.. Fa.. So..La..Te."

Skye's head jerked up and she glanced around the woods in suspicion. Was there someone watching her? The forest was quiet though and Skye could see no sign of movement. So, where had the voice come from?

Skye puzzled it over for a few moments, but then decided she must have imagined it. Just as she had re-immersed herself in her book, the voice started up again with the same musical chant.

"Do..Re..Me...Fa...So...La...Te...Do..."

Where on earth was it coming from? There was no one else around. Skye took off running. She leaped through Quigley woods, jumping over logs and ducking under low branches. She wished that she would find the quicksand that Nick always warned them about, maybe that would take the voice out of her head. It was definitely in her head, because no matter how hard she ran, the voice still stuck with her.

"Do...Re...Me...Fa..."

"Skye what's wrong?" Mr. Penderwick stood up and brushed some dirt off his pants. He'd been gardening again.

"Nothing." Skye couldn't tell him. He'd think she was crazy. But then the voice renewed itself afresh with the same old phrase and Skye cringed.

"What is it, Blue Skies?" Mr. Pederwick put a hand on her shoulder. Skye looked up at him and felt a surge of comfort now that her father was there.

"Daddy...do-do you hear that voice?"

...

Skye had never felt so irritated and disappointed in the short time she had been alive. The voice in her head was her...soulmate? What did she want with a soulmate? All Skye wanted to do was grow up and be a mathematician, she didn't have time for strange boys who spent their time muttering musical phrases.

Jane was jealous, and even Rosalind looked intrigued. Skye didn't care at all, they could have the dumb old voice for all she cared.

"But it's so romantic!" Jane thrilled, "You get to talk to him whenever you want. You two are meant to be after all."

Where had Jane even learned the word 'romantic'? She was only six for Pete's sake.

"We're not meant to be." Skye scowled at her younger sister, "Daddy even said that there's cases of soulmates who never actually meet, and that it's your choice if you want to be with them or not. Well, I choose not to be with a stupid boy who mumbles complete nonsense."

"Oh, Skye." Rosalind looked at her as if she was naïve and didn't know better. "What about Mommy and Daddy? They were very happy together."

"And look what happened!"

Skye felt horrified by her own outburst, and she fled to her bedroom before she could see her sisters' reactions. If Skye was hoping to find solitude, she certainly didn't get it. Almost as soon as she had thrown herself on her bed, the strange boy began to hum some tune.

"Shut up!" Skye squeezed her eyes shut and thought as hard as she could. Almost as soon as she had thought it, the humming stopped. Had he heard her? Skye felt herself listening as hard as she could. She felt something strongly, a feeling rather then the sound of words. Was it surprise? Was he just as shocked as she had been when she first heard his voice?

After an hour of silence, Skye found herself slowly falling off. Just before she completely drifted asleep, Skye could have sworn she heard the voice again.

"Sorry."

...

As time progressed the bond between Jeffrey and his mysterious "soulmate" grew stronger and he found that the instances that they could hear each other were under circumstances where one of them was focusing really hard on something. He also found that his soulmate really hated it more than he did whenever a song got stuck in his head. Usually, she thought the phrase "Shut up." so hard that it was almost a shout in Jeffrey's head when it finally popped up as a voice.

He thought her random science babble was ten times worse then Destiny's Child on a loop though. Especially, when she was keeping the both of them up at eleven o'clock at night while she mumbled facts about black holes and stars. Or when she was multiplying and dividing exponentially.

"Four to the power of seven, plus x to the power of y divided by..."

Jeffrey had had enough. If she was allowed to keep him up with math, then he was allowed to make a decent retort with music. Jeffrey crept across his bedroom floor, and turned off his air conditioner. There was no way he was going to let other sounds censor his message. Jeffrey wasn't sure if he could send music without words through his thoughts, but he theorized that he could do it if he focused really hard while he played his piano.

He had been practicing a segment from the '1812 Overture' lately. A very loud segment too. Fortunately, his mother slept at the opposite end of the house; so, he shouldn't be caught as long as his door was closed. She was a pretty sound sleeper even if his music could drift all the way to her room.

Jeffrey flexed his fingers and listened. The girl's voice was still there.

"Flip the bottom equation and divide that by the top equation, so..."

Jeffrey inhaled deeply and then brought his hands down on his piano's keys with a thunderous, victorious crash. He singled his mind solely on the music, letting nothing else seep in. The louder he played, he was faintly aware of the girl's voice growing more strained as if she was cringing through his sudden musical interruption.

Jeffrey played harder and the girl thought harder, and it turned into some competition. The girl was shouting now.

"CROSS MULTIPLY."

"I'm not stopping until you do." Jeffrey strained harder.

"X times-times..." She was growing weaker.

Jeffrey layed into the ff segment with all his soul.

"FINE!" She cried out, "If you stop, I'll stop!"

"Thank you." Jeffrey stopped, "Some of us enjoy sleeping."

...

Skye was determined. She eyed the goalie at the end of the field with such ferocity, the girl appeared rather nervous as Skye moved in with the ball. Melissa ran at her with the force of five girls, but Skye moved with a grace that came from thousands of drills and practices. She feinted left and threw off two girls when she kicked the ball over to Jane. Jane nodded. Skye ran down the field towards the goalie as the other girls were distracted with blocking Jane. At the last second, Melissa realized her mistake but she didn't even have time to call out before Jane kicked the ball like she was a kangaroo incarnated.

The ball soared through the air, flying to Skye. She vaguely noticed the crowd standing, but she blocked them out, focusing on the checkered sphere instead. Skye leaped to meet the ball, her feet left the ground as threw herself and twisted mid-air to slam-kick the ball into the net with such power that the goalie dived out of its path, terrified that she was going to get beheaded.

"GOAL!" The crowd cheered insanely. Skye was breathing hard and laughing as her teammates picked her and Jane up and carried the two around.

Above all the noise, Skye heard one clear voice.

"Congratulations." The voice sounded excited for her.

"Thanks." Skye answered, grinning.

...

Jeffrey was thirteen when he felt a sense of rage. He had gotten used to it. It wasn't his rage but his soulmate's more often than not. He was eating ice cream so it couldn't be him who was angry.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM. I'M GOING TO SMASH HIS SKATEBOARD OVER HIS HEAD INTO MILLION TINY PIECES."

Jeffrey winced and clutched his head at the volume and intensity behind the voice. He had come to terms that his soulmate was an extremely passionate person, but this rage was the strongest he had ever felt from her, he was very tentative in replying.

"What's wrong?"

"THE DISHONORABLE PILE OF COW MANURE."

"Very creative." Jeffrey thought aloud. He always found it easier to get his words across when he said them aloud; though, he had gotten some strange looks for it a couple of times.

His soulmate's thought/rant ran on for near on an hour, and she wouldn't answer Jeffrey's questions; so, he had to assume that she was too angry to hear him. He wondered what had sent over the edge. As far as he could piece from her insults the offender was a boy, he had a skateboard, and there was a baffling mention of a popsicle stick and...fire gods?

"Sorry." His soulmate interrupted his attempts to figure her out, "I had an...incident. Hard to explain."

"Please tell me you didn't kill the boy? Or even maim him?"

"I WISH."

Jeffrey cringed in pain.

"Sorry again." She sounded as if she was trying to control herself, "I'm going through a lot of stress right now, and trying to adjust to a brand new haircut."

If Jeffrey had thought his soulmate was confusing before- what with her constant math equations and her tendency to hyper focus so much during competitions- she was twice a mystery at that moment.

Jeffrey wasn't sure that he even wanted to ask.

...

Skye was in college studying for final exams when "the boy at the other end" began to hyperventilate.

"...and if I can't interpret how to calculate the cosine of an angle in my head, that makes me some kind of idiot. I'm not going to pass my final, I'm going to get every question wrong and look like some idiot. I'm going to flunk everything. I'm going to be kicked out of school in front of everyone. They're going to laugh and I'm going to have to live the rest of my life in a cardboard box. All because I can't figure out how to solve trigonometry functions. What even is a SINE?! How can that be a real word?"

"Right triangles. Its the length of the side opposite the hypotenuse over the hypotenuse. That's how you find your sine."

"...Oh." The voice sounded sheepish. "Sorry. You...um.. you heard all that?"

"Yes. Pretty hard not to hear, you are in my head."

"Heh right. How are you?"

"I'm fine. You sound stressed."

"Yeah, no offense but calculus sucks."

"Agree to disagree. Maybe you should take a break though, you sound like you're hyperventilating."

"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll just kick back and go to one of those wild college parties I'm always hearing about." He answered.

"You don't really sound like a crazy party person."

"Oh?" He sounded amused. "What do I sound like?"

"Someone who stays at home and watched old seventies sitcoms."

"Hey, Full House is a classic!" He was laughing though. "All this coming from the person who was considering illegally trespassing onto a barn roof to stargaze."

"Hey! That was private!" Skye hadn't realized he had heard that. She was struck by a sudden horror. How much had this strange boy overheard?

"You were so obsessed by the idea, that you were the only thing I could hear that whole night." He explained. "Sorry."

"I guess its not really your fault." Skye admitted grudgingly. She had studied and dug for ways to shut your soulmate out, all for naught. Their bond had only grown stronger. "It's not like we have a choice in the matter, huh? Kind of sucks."

There was silence on the other end, and when she got a reply it was rather tentative. "Right, yeah. Not that great. Listen, I should probably get back to calculus, sorry if my thoughts get all panicked again."

"It's fine. Good luck on finals."

...

Skye hadn't wanted to go out at all, much less go to a stupid "Finals are over" college party, but there she was getting dragged around by her roommate. Louise was forcing her to socialize, but these were art and music students. The kind of people she had absolutely nothing in common with, or even the slightest interest in.

"Over here, Skye."

Skye grumbled in complaint as Louise pulled her between two sweaty boys debating loudly over the effect modern Dadaism had on building society.

"Skye, you have to meet Jeffrey! He's an angel on a piano!"

Skye hadn't the slightest inclination to meet an angel, but as she looked the startled boy in the eye, it was as if her pulse had slowed and her normally sharp mind had gone blank. It wasn't that he was cute (He was), it was as if she knew him. She had never felt so connected to someone before.

Then, the voice in her head broke in and brought her back down to earth.

"Oh, God. I don't think I've ever seen someone so beautiful in my life. What do I do? What do I do? What do I-" The boy sounded panicked. Skye felt irritated and stung, she hadn't heard her "soulmate' quite so loud before, and not over some random girl either.

"Skye, this is Jeffrey. Jeffrey, this is Skye. Talk. Get to know each other, I need a drink." Louise left just as abruptly as she had introduced them.

"Um...nice to meet you." Jeffrey's voice sounded eerily familiar. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name?"

"Skye." Skye shook his hand and felt like her hand was on fire, which was probably why she blurted out a phrase she had thought she had out grown. "Blue eyes, blue Skye."

The voice in her head cut in, "Oh my God. Even her name is perfect."

"Will you shut up? I'm in the middle of something." Skye had never thought something so hard in her life.

"Sorry." Jeffrey said out loud, shaking his head and looking sheepish.

"It's fine." Skye replied without thinking, "Just try to keep your thoughts to yourself this time."

"That's going to be hard, but I'll try." Jeffrey nodded resolutely.

"Good. I-" Skye froze and her jaw dropped. "Did you just- Are you?"

"What?" He wasn't getting it. It couldn't be him, could it?

"If you can hear this, touch your nose." Skye thought.

"Why?" Jeffrey asked aloud, still not following along.

"Just do it." Skye was sure she was going insane.

"Is there a reason for all this?" Jeffrey cocked half a smile at her, but he touched his nose obediently. "Are you recruiting me for some strange cult? Like the illuminati or something?"

"Um...Jeffrey?" Skye couldn't believe this. Was he that oblivious? "I didn't say that out loud."

"What are you talking about? I heard you clear as-" Jeffrey's eyes widened and he grew silent.

"You okay?" Skye thought her words.

Jeffrey only grew more stricken and his mouth began to open and close. But his thoughts were loud and clear. "No, No. This is way too surreal. That means she's my soulmate? She's way too attractive to be my soulmate!"

"Um...thanks?" Skye was sure her face must have resembled a fire engine.

Jeffrey groaned and buried his face in his hands. "No. God, I didn't mean to think that. Stay out of my head."

"This is too weird." Skye agreed, trying her best to collect herself while keeping her mind blank. "I never thought I'd actually meet you."

"The 'soulmate thing' never clued you in?" Jeffrey sounded stressed, or maybe that was Skye just feeling his strong emotions. That happened sometimes.

"On average there's a group of about twenty-four percent that never actually meet their- Well you know." Skye shoved her hands in her pockets uncomfortably, her shoulders hunched. She wished she were anywhere but there.

"I know. You recite that statistic a lot. For a math geek you seem like you don't really understand your probabilities. You know there was a higher percentage of us actually meeting right?"

"The odds of finding one person out of 7.5 billion was a bit more comforting, yes." Skye scowled.

"That's fate for you." Jeffrey laughed humorlessly and ran both his hands through his hair, tugging it into an even messier state. It was kind of cute, though Skye would never admit-

"I'm cute?!" Jeffrey froze and looked at her with wide eyes.

Skye wanted to sink through the floor, cursing herself for even thinking something like that. "What did we say about staying out of each other's heads?" She tried to block out the scramble of words that Jeffrey was shouting in his own mind.

"I'm sorry." Jeffrey apologized sheepishly, there was a hint of a smile on his face though. There was something about his entire expression- the way he looked at her- that made Skye's chest tighten. "I'm trying, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud. You were practically shouting it."

"I definitely didn't want to know that." Skye moaned and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Maybe we should just start all over." Jeffrey suggested tentatively. "Do you want to go somewhere quieter and try to work this all out?"

"Yeah, that does sound more appealing. Where?"

"We could always find a barn and climb up onto its roof if you want."

"That was one time, okay? And I didn't actually do it." Skye punched his arm as Jeffrey led the way out. "At least I never wandered into a field with a bull in it."

"THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Jeffrey was shaking with laugher though. "I didn't even realize that you knew about that!"

As they both started recounting various things they had gathered over the years, Skye never felt so understood. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't as bad as she had always thought it was. She began to think for the first time that this bond she and Jeffrey had might just work.

Jeffrey agreed with a cheeky grin that told Skye he was listening.

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KoalaLover-ABC-123: Lol, I'm glad that you liked that last chapter enough to want a sequel. I'll think about it, but I can't promise it anytime soon, because I have a million other ideas I need to work on first. Including, two different multichapter stories now that The Tales of Shadow and Armageddon is pretty much over.

GM01: Yeah, I realize Jeffrey was a bit quieter in the books, but I was trying to write him with a few years of experience dealing with a lot of fame. I felt that he would still be a little anxious, but he would try to hide it with all the techniques that he'd have learned as a world-renown music artist. I'm glad you enjoyed his modeling habits.

Nijibrush: Yeah, I don't think Skye's one to lose it over anyone no matter how famous they are, unless its Neil deGrasse Tyson probably. You always make my day when you admit I made you laugh with one of my stories, it's pretty much my biggest goal in life tbh.