Once upon a time there lived a man and women. They believed themselves to be in love however a higher being knew that there was someone better for them out there so she cursed them. She made them realise that they weren't more than best friends and so they split up, however they stilled lived together and never told anyone has it was considered the devils work for unwedded man and woman to live together as just friends.

One day, they decided to travel to search for their other half. They had a dream, the dream contained two people - both glowing with a magical light. The man didn't go by his last name, which was Holmes, but the woman had to use her as it was a law (where man may not his last name is he wishes it but a woman must always give her last name and if she is with a man in the romantic sense so it can be decided what treatment she may receive from a man in a higher position of power than hers). Her last name was Masterstons - which wasn't a powerful name and therefore everyone but her best friend would treat her horribly.

Until that one day Miss Masterstons entered a village and she saw a glow going on the floor. She mentioned this to Mr Holmes, who smiled at her, knowing that she was about to met her soulmate.

Together, they followed the glow and Miss Masterstons smiled when she saw what was obviously a rich man giving some poor children money in order to buy themselves some sweets. All around him was glow of golden colour. He looked up at her and smiled.

He walked towards her, nodding his head to Mr Holmes.

"Hello, last night a higher being talked to me and told me that a beautiful woman would come into the village and she would be an angel herself. You must her, her name to be Lily Masterstons and she was to occupied by a Mr William Holmes" Lily blushed and curtsied.

"That is I" she smiled, "I believe us to be soulmates and would like if we were to talk awhile and get to know each other."

"Of course, but first I must introduce myself. I am Jonathan Watson" he tipped his hat to her. She blushed once more, accepted his hand and walked off with him. William took a deep breath and went a took a chair off to his right. He smiled as the children ran towards him and began to play with his clothing.

"Now, now" came a laughing voice, "I believe William would like to be left alone, don't you?" William, shocked that someone knew his name, looked up to see a beautiful girl with black soft curly hair trailing down her back. She wore a simple peasants dress.

"Good day my lady" he tipped his hat to her and she laughed.

"Oh, I am hardly a lady, nor you a sir. My name is Violet and I believe some higher being talked to me and told me that a man would be savagly attacked by a group of children and I had to save him as he was to be my soulmate."

"But you do not glow" he said.

"Yeah, but you do. Not everyone will glow, you just have to trust your instincts."

Sherlock was about to continue reading but John's loud snort put him off.

"I'm sorry but that is the biggest load of crap I ave ever heard" he told him.

"I know, I don't like it either but it is the closet thing we have to what is happening to us."

"I get it is a little creepy" said John, "but nearly everyone is human or turning. We are back at 221B with Mrs Hudson creeping about downstairs. People all over the world are discovering their soul mates. I think it's sweet."

"It is sweet. But this story might explain it to us. I mean, two of the characters are called William Holmes and Jonathan Watson. That can't be a coincidence."

"Look, my name isn't Jonathan and you don't go by your first name anyway. I admit that the Watson and Holmes creep me out a little but I ain't no posh bloke and you ain't a peasant."

"And the two men don't end up together anyway, they marry the women and have lots of children."

"Yes. And we are together. I love you and you love me. We saved a million people around the world. We don't need to focus on a fairytale to tell us that."

"I guess you're right. But I am going to continue this investigation" Sherlock pouted.

"And I will help but right now, Lestrade has been texting for the last ten minutes about a murder of a man who had recently turned."

"Tell him we're on our way" said Sherlock as he sprung from his chair and looked into the mirror.

His soft, recently cut curly dark hair hung around his pale face and lay across his flushed cheeks. His vibrant and loud eyes spoke of his enjoyment and love. His pale red lips were stretched into a large smile that caused his cheeks to wrinkle. His new suit (a present from his parents) lay on his form. Sherlock winked at his reflection as his boyfriend slipped his coat, his beautiful beautiful coat, onto his shoulders and Sherlock slipped his own scarf around his neck.

Both men smiled at each other in the mirror before heading out to begin a new case.

The End