A/N: I was inspired by the millions of stories out there about soulmates, looking around I found the fantastic story Kindred from Leafenclaw that is also inspired by the soulmate vibes sadly it isn't finished, but EVERYTHING that I wrote is different from her story, even the way that the soulmarks are shown. I hope that you enjoyed it!


"A soulmate is a separate entity with whom one has spent many lifetimes as a friend, lover, co-worker or partner, and to whom one is usually drawn to fulfill a specific mission" - Mark L. Prophet and Elizabeth Clare Prophet.


Teresa Lisbon was eight years old when her soulmark appeared on her left hipbone. It was a small but bold 'Hi' in cursive letters.

Teresa had been playing with Stanley in the house yard when she felt a heavy burn on her left hip. The pain was so strong that she fell on the grass, crying and screaming. Stanley panicked and went inside for their mother. The young brunette didn't remember how much time passed before she heard her mother's voice asking her what was wrong coming from her left side.

"Mom, it hurts. Here." Teresa answered between hiccups pointing at her hip. It felt worse than when Stanley pushed her out of the swing in the park and she broke her arm.

Her mom quickly pulled down the elastic of her purple pants and revealed her soulmark for the first time.

"Oh, baby girl. It's okay. It's your soulmark." Her mom said relieved with a soft smile.

Teresa looked at her confused. She'd heard that word before in grow-ups talks, and she saw Sleeping Beauty where the princess Aurora and prince Philip sang their soulmarks to each other but she didn't believe that it was real. It sounded silly like the stories in Tommy's baby books.

"Mom, it hurts a lot. I don't want it." Teresa complained softly with a frown on her face. Her mom laughed softly and cleaned the tears from her face.

"Reese, of course, you want it. It's your soulmate, sweetheart." Her mom explained to her softly, knowing that her daughter probably won't understand the importance of her words yet.

Teresa looked at the new word graven on her hipbone noticing it didn't hurt as much as the beginning, now it was more like a sting. The skin around the mark was red and she touched her mark hesitating a little bit because she didn't want her soulmark to hurt again. She really didn't like to cry. The mark was warmer than the rest of her body.

"What's a soulmate?" Teresa asked looking at her mom curiously. That word sounded familiar but she didn't know what it meant.

Her mom sighed and stroked softly her hair. "Baby girl." Her mother hesitated. There was a cautious expression on her face.

"A soulmate is someone that has a special connection with you, that you may be friends with or maybe you will never meet that person but the connection is always there. You will feel that person inside of you." Her mother expressed softly and Teresa listened with attention forgetting about her pain. "Right here, Teresa." She finished putting her hand over her daughter's chest. Teresa's eyes went from her mother's face to the word resting in her left hip.

'Hi, soulmate.' Teresa thought looking at the black lines on her soulmark.


Patrick Jane was twelve years old when his soulmark appeared on his left rib.

The blond was back in the carny after he escaped from Child Protective Services in Carson Springs. It hadn't been easy but Patrick hypnotized the security guard from the group house and stole the door keys. Thankfully it was winter so he knew that the carny folks were in Stoney Ridge, the traditional carny layover during the season.

His father was drinking and gambling with his friends in their trailer so it wasn't a good time to be around him, not that it was much better when he was sober but at least Patrick wasn't in physical danger when he wasn't drunk. It was safer if he stayed away all night, he learned that very young.

The blond was hiding in Pete's trailer reading one of the comics that he hid in the cupboard when he felt the burn. The pain was intense, like anything that he'd experienced before. He dropped the comic and reached for the hem of his shirt breathing deeply. There was a horizontal black line at the end of his left ribs. He knew what it meant. It was his soulmark. Jane stood up quickly and went to the trailer bathroom and read the words in the mirror.

'Mister Jane. I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon. You wanted to talk to me?'

Patrick took a sharp breath when he saw the word Agent written on his skin. He couldn't believe his luck. He laughed sharply through his pain. There were billions of people in the world and his soulmate had to be a member of the Law Enforcement.

Not that it mattered anyway. Patrick didn't believe in soulmates or soulmarks. He'd never liked to receive orders from anyone especially not from a cosmic-appointed partner. Patrick had read enough books about the subject to know that he won't concern himself with things that hold no logical explanation; there were millions of theories about people who didn't have any soulmark, people who were born with scars, or people whose soulmarks were written on different languages.

"Agent Teresa Lisbon." He read aloud tracing the fine lines that were forming his soulmark once the pain was gone. Teresa Lisbon was a nice name.

Sadly, he didn't have any interest in meeting her ever.


When Teresa was twelve years old, any interest that she may have in meeting her soulmate died along with her mother in a car accident. During the next couple of months, Teresa discovered that her father was gone too; all that was left of the man that used to carry her over his shoulders was a sad shadow of a man.

One night she was washing the dishes after dinner, her brothers were upstairs and her father was drinking a beer in the living room. It was a good night; Jimmy didn't complain about the food that she cooked for the first time since their mother's death, Stanley and Tommy didn't fight all day and her father didn't scream at any of them.

"It really hurt; you know." Her father started to babble. He wasn't looking at her; his brown orbs were resting on his soulmark tattooed on his right wrist. She instantly remembered her mother's soulmark on her low back it said 'not that it matters but you had something on your face.' Teresa saw it once when she was nine years old, they had been in a public pool during the summer, one of the few days where she didn't work.

"I saw how her words faded that night, my soulmark wasn't black anymore. Now it is a scar." His voice was flat but she saw the pain in his eyes. Teresa's face was full of apprehension remembering all his screams the last couple of months. In the end, she approached him and sat next to him on the couch.

"Dad, I missed her too." She whispered. He looked at her and she took it as an encouragement to touch him but Teresa made the mistake of holding his right wrist. He reacted immediately and pushed her away from him. Her back crashed against the coffee table and the air left her lungs.

"Never touch my soulmark again." He shot out, his face red and angry before leaving her alone in the living room. Teresa stayed there for almost half-hour too scared to move away. After that night, she never tried to talk to him about her mother or soulmarks.

Life moved on and she discovered how easy was to ignore her mark during the day especially because the brunette was too busy taking care of her little brothers and making sure that her father didn't spend all his paycheck on alcohol but some nights she couldn't avoid it. Teresa traced her soulmark with the tip of her finger in the dark of her room wondering about her soulmate.

The brunette didn't know if the fact that her soulmark was generic was a good or bad thing. In school, Teresa had seen soulmarks that were everyday phrases like 'Good morning.' or 'Thank you.' just like hers but there were also some kids marked with jokes or silly lines.

Her neighbor Jossie once told her that her cousin had the name of her soulmate in her soulmark, Jossie said that her cousin didn't have to search for her soulmate anymore that now she could find that person and be happy.

Teresa didn't believe that. Knowing your soulmate's name didn't guarantee anything and she knew that a lot of people who didn't meet their soulmate and moved on with their life. Her grandfather didn't marry his soulmate and he'd been happier than her father who did marry his soulmate.

Maybe the soulmate thing was just a fairytale.


Patrick was twenty-one years old and he was in love. Angela Ruskin was everything good in his life.

The blond met her six years ago when her father became the new owner of their carnival. Her family was royalty but the county fair wasn't really large. One night he had been hiding from his father in Daisy's barn when he heard her footsteps.

"Hey there, beautiful." The dark blonde said to Daisy softly then she noticed him on the other side of the barn. Patrick saw that Angela recognized him, they hadn't talked but he'd noticed her checking him out a couple of times before from the distance.

"So, you are the boy wonder, eh?" She'd asked indifferently without looking at him focusing on Daisy who was clearly enjoying the attention. The elephant trunk was going up and down searching for food. Patrick fed her with an apple. The fact that she referred to his act annoyed him for some unknown reason.

"And you are the carnival princess, eh?" He responded expecting her to react badly. Patrick had seen the way that her body reacted every time someone referred to her in that way but to his surprise, Angela laughed softly and looked at him with her sparkling brown eyes.

"I guess that I deserved that. I'm Angela. My friends called me Annie." She said extending her hand. Patrick recovered quickly from his surprise and shook her hand.

"I'm Patrick. So now are we friends, Annie?" He teased her with a soft smile that always worked for him. All his marks had fallen for it before.

"We could be if you want to." She replied walking until there was just an inch between them. His mouth went dry when he saw the way that she licked her lips. That night they shared their first kiss.

Years passed by and Patrick found out that he didn't need his soulmate to be in love or happy, to want to build a life with someone else. Just like he always thought.

"Teresa Lisbon." Angela read aloud.

Patrick automatically tensed when he heard that name coming from Angela's mouth. They were laying in his bed after a fantastic round of sex.

It was the first time that Annie acknowledged his soulmark. Patrick hummed feeling uncharacteristically uncomfortable and resist the need of putting a shirt on that would cover his soulmark.

"It's a pretty name," Annie commented quietly echoing some of his thoughts; Patrick would never admit it aloud but he has spent many nights wondering about his soulmate. Thinking about how she looked like or what kind of life she was living.

He faced Angela and immediately realized that she was fishing for his opinion. "I guess it is," Patrick answered stroking her naked back. She stayed quiet for a long time but he knew that it wasn't the end of this conversation.

The night of her eighteen birthday, Angela got pretty drunk on cheap vodka and confessed to him between tears that she didn't have a soulmark. He knew the reason why she'd been so upset, many studios confirmed that after your eighteenth birthday the odds of getting your soulmark drop over seventy percent.

Patrick had kissed her and told her that it didn't matter, that she had him. They made love for the first time that night.

"What will happen if you meet her?" Angela asked softly looking at his soulmark again. She was wishing the mark wasn't on his skin and Patrick heard her real question.

'What will happen to us if you meet her?'

"Nothing because I don't care about her. I care about you. I chose you, Annie." Patrick answered before kissing her and shutting down any doubt inside of her.

The blond ignored the guilt that he felt when he said those words. There were moments when he felt something in it; like a sting or burn and he couldn't help to wonder what his soulmate was experiencing in those moments. Was she safe? Was she happy? He pushed away all those thoughts and focus back on Annie: his choice, his present, and future.

"Run away with me, Annie," Patrick whispered in her ear after he broke the kiss. "We will build a life away from here. Just us." He finally asked her stroking her cheeks.

He hated his life here and he knew that she wasn't happy either. They could be happier away from their parent's dominions. Annie looked at him surprised without believing his words. Her chocolate orbs shining and her mouth was wide open.

"Yes Paddy, let's run away." She answered after a moment. He smiled excitedly and kissed her again enjoying her soft lips.


Teresa was seventeen years old when she met Greg Tayback.

She'd been working in the local restaurant over three years before he came in one afternoon.

"Hi, what can I get you?" Teresa asked him with her notepad after stopping by his table. The blond looked up from the menu and his eyes opened surprised.

"Uhm I don't know yet. What do you suggest?" He asked scratching the back of his neck she noticed with amusement how his face got red shade. He wasn't the first guy who got nervous around her but for some reason, she found it endearing instead of annoying, as usual, maybe it was because the guy was handsome with his clear eyes, blond hair, and strong arms.

"Well, they cook pretty decent hamburgers." She answered with a soft smile. The redness on his face traveled to his neck and he looked down to the menu for a moment.

"Sure, sounds good. I'll have a cheeseburger with coke. Thanks for the suggestion, Teresa." He said giving her the menu after reading her tag resting on her shirt.

"Coming right away." She answered with a smile. After that day, he became a regular customer. Teresa knew that he was interested in her. It was obvious. Even Steve the cook knew it and the poor guy was almost seventy years old.

A month later, Grey finally caught her at the end of her shift and asked out on a date. The brunette hesitated but in the end, accepted. (She was seventeen years old and deserved to enjoy her life a little bit, right?)

The next Saturday, Greg took her to the Chicago zoo. Teresa had to admit that she had fun, more than she thought possible. He'd bought her a stupid stuffed panda despite how much she complained about it. At the end of their date, he kissed her, stroking softly her cheek and neck. She felt something warm filling her belly. It felt so nice. So different from her previous dates.

Teresa continued to date him enjoying the fact someone was taking care of her for the first time in years. Greg was always there; making sure that she ate regularly, buying her the stupid stuff that she didn't need, and more importantly, he understood the fact that she had to take care of her brothers.

Greg became her escape. He was just so kind, funny, and gentle.

They had sex for the first time two months later in his small dusty apartment. It was her first time. Greg had been so careful with her; asking her if he was hurting her constantly, taking his time to please her, and reading the signs of her body. When Teresa came she felt fireworks and thought that maybe it was love.

So when her father committed suicide in his room three months after her eighteen birthday. Teresa couldn't put a foot inside of that house anymore, he took her into his apartment, for the first time since her mother died she let Stanley and his girlfriend Nancy take care of Tommy and Jimmy.

Greg picked up the pieces that her father left, she allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of another person for the first time in years. Months passed by and eventually, Teresa found her strength back. She wouldn't become a shadow like her father.

"Marry me," Greg asked on one knee over dinner six months after her father's death.

"What?" She asked surprised. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were focused on the engagement ring resting in the velvet box. It was a gold ring with a single diamond in the center of it.

"Teresa, I don't care that we are not soulmates. You are the person that I'm choosing to share the rest of my life with. You are so beautiful and kind. Every day I fall in love with you a little more. I'm so lucky to meet you that day in the restaurant. I love you. Please, would you marry me?" Greg proposed to her.

"Uhm, yes." She answered breathlessly. Teresa was sure that her answer sounded like a question but Greg didn't pay attention to it and smiled softly. He put the ring on her finger and kissed her.

"I love you, Tessa. After we get married, we can bring Jimmy with us and get help for Tommy. Everything will be ok. I love you so much." Greg said after the kiss. He hugged her and Teresa knew that she was feeling something close to panic but she fouled herself saying that it was just excitement.

That night they had sex; it was good as usual but she didn't come. Teresa faked it and thankfully Greg was too busy catching his breath to pay attention.

"Tessa," Greg called her bringing her back to reality. She didn't notice when he stood up and went to the bathroom. He was giving her a wet towel, she smiled and took it.

He crawled back to the bed and watched while she cleaning herself. "God, you're so beautiful," Greg said smiling. She didn't answer, the knot in her throat was too big.

He started to trace her soulmark; she felt uncomfortable but didn't stop him. "And now you're mine." He said looking at her mark like he was talking to the word on her hip. It weirdly made sense; he was telling her soulmate that she wasn't available anymore. The size of the knot in her throat increased.

Greg's soulmark was in his right arm and it said 'Hi there are you okay?' it was big; it took almost all his forearm but the letters were thin and delicate. Teresa never touched it, even when they were having sex. It just felt too uncomfortable for her. Too intimidate.

She asked him his opinion about the all soulmate subject around the time of their third date; he shrugged and said 'if it's meant to be, it will be. In the meantime, I will live my life.' After that, they never discussed it again.

Greg cuddled her as usual while he was sleeping, but she felt suffocated. The ring was so heavy on her left hand. The next morning she went to see Stan and Jimmy in a small cafe to give them the news. Jimmy was excited about the prospect of living with her again, Stanley on the other side just looked at her blankly offering a simple congratulations.

Before she left Stan gave her mail with a knowing look in his eyes; she received a letter from San Francisco State University informing her that she earned a full scholarship with the racking team.

One month after Greg proposed to her, she packed all her clothes and left the engagement ring on the coffee table with a note that said 'I'm sorry I can't do this.' while he was working.

She called Stanley from the airport and informed him that she had accepted the scholarship at San Francisco state university.

Teresa was nineteen years old when she left her old life behind.