An Unsoluble Soulmate // Johnlock

A Startling Soulmark

Sherlock was never one to believe in 'the power of love' or even 'love' in general. After all, as far as he was concerned love was a byproduct of sentiment, and the sentiment is a defect to the human mind. At around thirteen years old, when all the other boys were practically drooling over girls or guys, he simply didn't see the appeal. He never felt anything. In fact by the time he was fifteen he considered himself an aromantic asexual, though nobody was really aware of this fact besides Mycroft, who loved to tease but never in a way that was harsh.

So, therefore when he awoke on January sixth at 4:30 am to the brittle ring on his mobile he wasn't expecting anything new or unusual to take place. 

"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective" he answered the phone groggily.

"Yeah, I know, Sherlock. Listen I need you to be at eight-eighty-seven Sioux street, Dover, stat. We've got a triple homicide, only evidence we have is a newspaper from three ago years to date mentioning the names of the victims. Apparently, they weren't very nice blokes; used their business to rip off countless of the elderly."

"I'll be there in two and a half hours NO ONE touch the paper."

"Tha-"

*dial tone*

The detective's powers of deduction were still a little sleepy that morning as he was up quite late last night finding a missing little girl. Yet still, he dragged himself to the shower, barely even glancing at himself as he stripped. 

However, just as he was about to turn on the water, something caught his eye. 

💕John

Right there on his previously blank appendage, was his soul-mark.

He might have considered thinking that this could not have been true. He was completely aromantic in every sense of the word and had never felt a feeling of affection since his childhood dog passed away.

Yet, he was Sherlock Holmes, and he relied on cold hard facts. Therefore, by eliminating the impossible scenario of his mark being an error, he concluded that, however improbable it may seem, he did indeed have a soulmate. Also, he had been very wrong for the past seventeen years ( but that was not something he would willingly acknowledge). 

Completely unfazed by his sudden epiphany, he climbed into the shower, after all his work was certainly more important than whoever this John was.

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Meanwhile, John was very worried about who 💕Sherlock was. 

Sherlock was not a girl's name.

Which meant John was not as straight as he thought.

You see, John had always considered himself to be perfectly so, straight as a board,  he was a grade-a solder for Pete's sake! Yet, apparently, this Sherlock character was definitely a bloke! He looked it up as soon as he read the eccentric name. 

He didn't understand; this simply didn't make any sense. He had been longing to read his soul-mark for at least a decade, waiting for a Sarah, or a Mary. Was it even possible for a mark to be wrong?

He looked that up as well, fingers crossed and hoping, longing, for there to be some loophole out of this impending sexuality crisis. 

Apparently, luck was not in his favor, however, because all sources he found pointed to another definite answer against his that was not at all desirable to him.

Panic flooded through his chest, sweat lined his unknowingly creased brow, his hands started to shake and tears welled up behind his eyes. He needed to sit down, take a breather, so he sat on his bed slumped over as he ran his hands anxiously through his increasingly damp hair.

Gay gay gay gay gay gay

No no no no no

He could not be gay

It wasn't like he had anything against gay people or anything; they were perfectly fine. Harriet was a lesbian and he had always been okay with that. But this was different, this was his own life, and this had hit him like a trainwreck.

His whole life- his whole life had been all baseball caps and G.I Joes. His whole life he had been absolutely sure and concrete in his straightness. Now, all of a sudden his entire past seemed like a lie, some sort of illusion.

He really needed to take off work and think this out.