An Unsoluble Soulmate // Johnlock

Meeting Him

John desperately wanted to flee the shop at that moment, to run away back to his flat and drown himself in the covers. Out of all the men in London!The probability that he would bump into his soulmate, the day of his birthday no less, was astoundingly low. And yet there the man was, and though John would never admit it, he was incredible my beautiful.

Dark ebony curls perfectly framed his pale skin, his cheekbones could cut through diamond, and his eyes- his eyes were a wonderful shade of what he could only describe as Glaz. Blue, grey and green hues swirling together to form the most =~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sherlock stretch coat billowed behind him as he waltzed over to the counter, grabbed his beverage and made his way back to the table. To his hateful brother Mycroft, who had found out he was yet again on his sever percent solution. In his defense he hadn't had a case in neither days, nor weeks, at least not one that was worthy of his time. He was desperate for a fix before Lestrade called that morning. Even the case he was given then was barely a two.

He slid into the cracked faux-leather booth and rested his head firmly in his hands. Immediately he was met with a look that he loathed. Pity. He decided to play dumb solely out of spite.

"Why am I here."

"Why dear brother, because you were invited"

"On what precedent"

"Sherlock, do not mess around, Mummy always hated it when you were bitter."

"And Mummy always hated it when you hacked into the neighbors security systems. I ask again why have you summoned me."

"You know why"

"Slips my mind"

"Because you relapsed yesterday!"

Myc yelled this part, and it was evident that whole cafe' could hear. John who was placed in the booth behind Mycroft was  not fond of this development. 'Great' he thought 'not only a man but also an eccentric druggy'.

"I am aware"

"Why?"

"Why else, I didn't have a case. Ever since the fall of Moriarty London has become terrible boring"

"Sherlock, you need to stop this, I am not going to continue bailing you out of charges. Do not make me tell Mummy." he stood up and straightened his collar "And by the way, this discharged military bachelor behind me hasn't stopped staring at you for the last twenty minutes. Soulmate I presume?"

John heard this and quickly slipped on his coat and rushed to the washroom.

"Goldfish", he continued, "so easily frightened."
And with that he was gone.

Once his brother was out of view Sherlock stood up and made his way to the wash to confront the man.

He pushed open the dark grey door and made his way to the sink where John was most certainly having a mental breakdown. Sherlock however had no clue how to deal with this ( at least not from an empathetic standpoint ). He only knew phycology.

"Hello" that's how you're supposed to start a conversation, right?

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John brought his head up to look the mirror no made eye contact with the man he knew to be his soulmate.

"What"

"You seem to be upset"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, ok." A long pause ensued "should I do something?"

"We don't even know each other"

"Well I know your my soulmate. I know that you served time in either Afghanistan or Iraq. I know that you're a bachelor and that your limp is psychosomatic. I know that you have a recently divorced sibling who you're not fond of, most likely because of the alcoholism. I also know that your looking for an apartment, preferably one that's close to ST. Barts. Am I correct."

John stood no longer panicking, but gawping at the man in ground of him. He wasn't sure how he managed all of that without gasping for air; and far more important than that, all the information was correct, strikingly so.

"Who are you?"

"The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street. I'll expect you at 8:30."

"I don't understand"

"Well I'm assuming you wish to go on a date, that's what people do isn't it?"

"Ah-"

But the door was swinging shut, and the beautiful man was now gone.