The Pearled Seas - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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For years he had heard tales of the two fins who swan on the surface. They were... Odd. At least that was what he heard. But they still fascinated him. How did they swim? What did they eat? How did they live?

That was how he found himself on the surface, watching... He wasn't sure what it was. It was large and wooden? There were lights and white things. He curled up a bit further on the rock he had perched himself on. He was always worried the brilliant blue of his scales would make the two finners see him. But they only seemed to see what they wanted.

He gasped when the weather started to change, quickly, violently. The wooden... thing... was in shallow water, it wouldn't survive. Especially if it slammed against the rocks. He swallowed and then dove into the water, even as the waves started to grow violent, battering the wooden thing about.

He heard the wood breaking and two finners and things falling into the water.

That's when he saw him. He felt an odd pull towards the two finner. As if it was right.

There was an old tale at home, of soulmates. He had scoffed at it. Ridiculous. But, the pull he was feeling...

He swam towards the two finner, reaching out to grab the man as he was sinking deep into the water.

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Trinidad.

What an odd name.

But he knew he had been at the island before.

Before he left to find his mate, he gathered some jewels and gold, along with other things that he could fit in a bag.

He popped his head out of the water, looking around. There was a dock, and a little house. A good place to rest under the dock.

John put a hand on his three month belly and dove back down under the water to swim over to the dock.

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One month turned into two, and then two turned into three.

Sherlock continued to sit on the deck every night. He knew that he would never see John again, but he liked to be close to the sea. He loved the ocean, and he hadn't been in ship since he'd been dropped off here.

He had enough coins to last him, even with the house and the repairs, that had just recently been totally finished.

But still, his life was lonely, empty. He only went into town once a week to get supplied, other than that he was a hermit.

One evening, 3 months and a week after he'd been rescued, he sat on the dock, not noticing the ripple in the water.

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John looked up at the dock, realizing that there was someone up there.

Oh no.

He swallowed and slipped further into the water. He wondered who it was.

Last time he had been this way, it had been empty. At least the house. He slipped the bag off and tucked it against the dry land and a post.

John swam to the end of the dock and carefully pulled himself up, just enough to see...

OH!

His two fin.

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Sherlock was off in his own world, staring out into the vastness of the ocean , not looking at anything in particular.

A small ripple and a light splash caught his attention. The light was low, so it was a bit hard to see, but there was something in the water. He leaned forward and strained his eyes to see...

"J-j-ohn?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

It... couldn't be.

But it was.

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His face lit up and he couldn't... He heaved himself out of the water and onto the dock.

He couldn't go far just yet, as his fin hadn't changed into two fins.

"Sherlock!" John said cheerfully.

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"John!" He watched John haul himself up over the low dock. He looked... a little ... different, but he wasn't quite sure how. He walked over to John and sat beside him, giving him a firm hug.

"I.. I never thought I'd see you again." He said, his voice a little shaky. "I never got to say goodbye to you. I'm so very sorry."

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John held onto Sherlock, inhaling and then pulled back. He smiled at the human and reached out, touching his cheek.

"I missed you?" He wasn't sure if that was the right word. But it felt right.

"It was wrong not having you." He continued, "I saw Shaman to join you."

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Sherlock chuckled. He was still not really sure with his words, and Sherlock found it very adorable.

"I missed you as well, John." He hugged John softly. "
It felt wrong not seeing you, I missed seeing you swim up to me with.. well, whatever you found in the shipwrecks."

Sherlock looked a bit confused. "You.. saw a Shaman? what do you mean?"

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John smiled at him and then stretched as his fin changed into two fins. Or what did humans call them?

The blonde looked up, beaming. "See? Two fins."

He wanted to make sure the human wanted him here before he told the rest of his news.

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Sherlock stared... What had been a fishman was now..a human? Or at least human in looks. John was half laying on the dock, naked at the say he was.. (were fishmen born?). At least there was no on else here to see him.

"You... have.. legs?" Sherlock asked, touching them softly. They looked and felt like normal human leg. "I'm not sure if you will be able to stand on them. if you aren't used to it."

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He nodded. "Legs?" He asked touching the new appendage. So these were legs.

John shifted to nuzzle against Sherlock. He was feeling content now that he was here with him. His mate. The..

Their child.

He pulled back and looked at Sherlock.

"I... Remember when we...?"

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"Yes, they are called legs." Sherlock kicked his legs in the water, off the side of the low dock. He snuggled up against John. He's had an empty spot in his heart, and now, it felt like it was filled again.

"When we...."' His voice trailed off. For a moment, he couldn't understand what John meant.

And then..

And then.

"OH."


"Umm.... yes." He turned a deep deep red

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John took Sherlock's hand and put it on his slightly swollen belly.

"Some males of my kind can carry young." He said.

Honestly, he had never expected to be able to breed with a human. But here they were. Having bred. A child growing in his belly.

The blonde looked at him. "Shaman said I am about three months?"

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Sherlock stared at him, his body stiff, his jaw hanging slightly down.

"You...." Sherlock looked down at John's belly, there was only the slightest bit of roundness to it, he had lost the six pack that he's had when they met 3 months ago.

"You... me..." he just couldn't rectify those words.. "How,,,?" He asked. What would it look like? Would it have fins? or legs? or some weird amalgam of both?

Would it even survive?

He had so many questions, and no answers.

"But... how?" He asked again, looking up at John, fear in his eyes.

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John looked just as frightened. "Lucky mating." He answered honestly.

"Shaman said it's rare, but it can happen."

He ran his hand over his belly, face flushed. He was worried Sherlock wouldn't want him now.

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"Oh." It was all that Sherlock could say.

What in the world was he going to do? He was only 22, he had no job, though he had a house (albeit a small run down one) to live in. He was barely out of his own childhood, and how he had...

A fish...man... baby?

"I.... I.. don't know what to do." He said, honestly, in a defeated tone. "I dont know if this baby can even survive.. what it will look like.. if it will... kill you trying to birth it.. " He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Will it have fins? Or legs? Or both or neither? How would we even raise it? You have legs now.. but I get the feeling that you cant stay out here long. "


There were so many questions, so many worries.

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"Do you not want?" He asked weakly.

John's shoulders dropped and he looked down at his new legs.

He wasn't sure what he was going to do now. He wanted to be with this human. But if he didn't.

He brought a hand up and rubbed his eyes with the back of it. John was surprised to find moisture on his face.

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Sherlock shook his head and kneeled next to John, taking him in his arms.

"No. No. It isn't that." He sighed when he saw John crying. He hadn't meant it like that... well. not really.

"I.. am just young myself. I have no experience with children. I have no idea what to do.. they need to be fed and nappy changes, and then school when they get older.. well.. assuming it is a human looking child at least." He had no idea what would happen if it was a fish-child.

"It isn't that I don't want it. I just.. I am scared.. that's all. Because I don't know what I am doing." He gently wiped John's eye. "Don't cry?"

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John lifted his head and looked at Sherlock. "What's cry?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

The blonde then smiled shyly. Sherlock did want this child together. He smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him.

"How do I walk?" John asked the words carefully.

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Sherlock smiled softly. He gently wiped the tears from John's eyes, then showed him his wet finger.

"That's crying." He said. It's when you feel strong emotions, they can he happy feelings or sad feelings. We cry too." He said.

Sherlock returned the kiss gently, then rose to his feet, holding John's hand. "Okay, kneel like I was a moment ago, and then move up, rise to your feet like I just did. I'll hold you. " He held John's hand with one of these, and wrapped his other arm around his torso. "I got you. You may fall but its okay. You'll have to get use to your legs, using those muscles. "

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He'd never cried before. It was weird. But Sherlock was there for him. For them.

He rose slowly with the human, trembling. His legs were unsteady as he wasn't used to the sensation.

"I brought more gold." He told Sherlock as they walked down the dock.

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Sherlock helped John up to his unsteady feet. He almost fell a couple of times, but Sherlock held him up. They started walking down the dock towards the house.

He stopped part of the way down when John said that. "I appreciate that, John. I think I have enough to last the rest of my life." He paused for a moment. "I am sure that there will be plenty to hand down to... our.. child.." He struggled over the words.

"Do.. you want to go into the house, John?" He asked while they were paused. "I... am not sure how far you can be from the water."

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John looked at the distance and then nodded. "As long as I get in the water for some time each day, I can be away from it."

The blonde held onto the post as Sherlock retrieved the bag he had stashed.

He smiled as he watched him. The man was stunning. He looked much better now that he was eating and sleeping regularly.

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Sherlock wondered if their child would be the same way, if it would have to go back to the water for a time every day?

God.. he still couldn't believe he was saying that.. HIS child. He was only 22 and he was going to have a child.

With a MAN.

When he opened the bag, it was full of Spanish coins, enough to keep his child's child's child set for life.

"You don't have to go searching for any more coins, John." He said, softly. "I have plenty for all three of us." He didn't want John getting hurt or killed exploring dangerous shipwrecks, and he was set for life now.

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"But there's so much down there." He said owlishly, "These things with words and pictures. More chests."

John didn't understand why Sherlock seemed opposed to him looking for things. He yelped as he stumbled and clung to Sherlock, hoping they didn't fall.