A messy sandy haired John Watson wakes up on his 15th birthday filled with instead of happiness, but anxiousness. "JOOOOOOHHHNN" he hears his mother say through the thin walls of his house "are you awaaaakkkeee?" "YES MUM" he yells back as he stumbles out of bed. He knew he wasn't going to get anything special because his family was rather poor, but he knew to expect the one thing all new fifteen year olds got on their birthdays.
As he awkwardly tumbled down the beaten stairs with his stocky frame he noticed the normal Saturday morning layouts. His sister Harriet no where to be seen, most likely passed out at some party. His step-father Richard drunk and out on the worn out plaid couch with a couple of beer bottles thrown around him, and his mother in the kitchen looking worn out and tired. The only reason he had stuck around this long instead of going to the boarding school of Baskerville was to look after her. The only thing different about this particular morning was a black box sitting stark out of place on the wooden dining table.
He knew what it was of corse. Everyone 15 year old gets one. 15 is the age, according to the government, that teenagers can start looking for their "significant others." They are required to say significant others now because of a brief stint a couple years ago when two people chosen for each other turned out to be of the same gender. It's not widely accepted but it happens.
He slowly walked over to the table to retrieve the black box so he wouldn't make a fuss. The richer people of society have lavish parties to celebrate this moment of growth but not the Watsons. When Harriet turned 15 she grabbed hers and just went straight back upstairs even though their mother had tried to celebrate. He nearly chuckled as he remembered his mother chasing Harriet eyre balloons. He was glad, however, as his Mother kept cleaning the kitchen, understanding he didn't want to make a fuss and wake Richard. He swiftly grabbed the box and went to head back upstairs but not before he heard Richard mumble in his general direction "it better not be a boy."
John continued to head up the stairs and burst into his room and locked the door quickly. He sat down on the bed and toyed with the box in his hands. He knew opening the box meant he was old enough to start searching for his life partner, but he didn't know if he was ready. "I could just open it another day" he mumbled to himself as he tore the box open. And there it was. A ring engraved with the name of who he was chosen to spend the rest of his life with once they found each other. He reached his fingers into the small box and pulled out the delicate silver ring to read the engraving on the inside.
S-H-E-R-L-O-C-K
"Who in bloody hell names their child
sherlock?"
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A/N: well first chapter! I'm super excited for this story and have most of it planned in my head I just need to find Time to write. Thanks so much for reading and stay tunes!
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Chosen for Fate
FanfictionIn a society where your soulmates are chosen for you, you are only given a name. The rest is up to you. Sometimes you find them but sometimes you don't. It's part of the game. And the game is on.
