No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home

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Sherlock
My name is Wren, like the bird. I live in an abusive orphanage with zero friends, but I survive. I get by each day by thinking about the next. I've lived in the orphanage my whole life. Until the great Sherlock Holmes thinks he wants to adopt me. Can he deal with the problems that follow?
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In a world where you're born with the first name of your soulmate on your wrist, some people spend their whole lives waiting, while others know too many people with the same name. Sherlock Holmes has always found the concept of soulmates frustrating and tiresome and, secretly, quite lovely. Or perhaps that's due to spending too much time in the morgue with Molly. Either way, as a boy, he found it quite frustrating that his soulmate has such a generic name. I mean, really, couldn't his parents have been a little more unique with their choice of names? John Watson has spent most of his life ignoring the name on his wrist. He wasn't even sure he was gay, and what kind of person has such an odd name, anyway? So John keeps moving through life, intent on choosing his own path in life. So what happens when these two cross paths?

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