When Forbidden Worlds Collide
Chapter 2
Sherlock wondered if John had a mate or at least a friend. He didn't think John did, because John was an outcast. Sherlock would only wonder why.
When John woke up in a tank he panicked. He had heard stories about the unfortunate merpeople who were tanked or caged. The stories always ended in 'experimentation'. The victim always died, that piece of information never helped John feel better about humans.
John swam around the tank to sense out the borders. John noticed the surroundings of his captor's cabin. John then deduced that he was on a pirate's ship.
Sherlock's ship
The angry merman banged on the glass, no. fake glass. 'Stupid, cheep pirates', John thought.
Sherlock then burst through the door. John flinched back against the plastic tank as the thick door slammed the wall with a loud noise. Sherlock rushed to the crouching merman's side. He put both of his hands on the tank and waited for a response. John lifted his head from his arms, his blond hair shining in the process.
"I'm sorry John; I didn't think you would react like that. You must have learned stories about humans? They are wrong. We haven't had any contact with merpeople, that's why I was fascinated with you at first. I still am, but you aren't in any shape to be experimented on." Sherlock wondered if he had said something wrong as he took in the look on John's face.
John's eyes were wide with shock, and then narrowed as he glared daggers at the pirate. He looked fairly pale for his tanned self. Sherlock moved so he was standing up and looking down at John, mentally telling John that he was the superior.
"John, you need to know that I am not a monster who would tear you to pieces. I happen to know someone who would love to tear you apart for examination, but 'm not. Do you know why? Of course not! Your mine to experiment on and mine to befriend; I never wished to scare you, only to alert you that you are on my ship, and will do what I ask.
"I-…you're stuck with me and my ship. Nobody is permitted to visit you, including my crew. They will go on with their duties without knowledge of your presence. Nod if you understand", Sherlock said as he paced back and forth on the wooden floor. He abruptly looked up in time to observe the trembling merman nod his head without looking at Sherlock.
"Good. I understand that you need to eat. I haven't a clue about your diet, although, I would love to observe your hunting strategies."
John looked up at Sherlock with wide eyes. 'Did he really just say that?' John was lost in a storm on questions. He then swam to the surface of the cramped tank.
"No. You no see me hunt. I do on own." Sherlock looked troubled by John's sudden declaration; he didn't want to accept the blonds' newly formed boundaries. Sherlock looked at his feet with a pout. He then jumped on his small bed and sulked, wiggling his toes as if he were in deep thought.
"Fine", he mumbled into his thick pillow. "But I need to go with you. You have to stay away from the water. There will also be large cracks formed into the ground. I will give you…humble amounts… of seclusion, if you prefer". Sherlock said as he raised his head and looked at the beautiful merman's head poke out of the water.
"I would like that. Why you look at me like that?" John's tone was curious and light.
Sherlock blushed hard and looked to the cabin door. "Look at you like what? Do you always talk like that?"
"Talk like what? I talk normal for merman. I notice you look at my face and turn to attempt to hide your blush. Do I sense a little crush Sherlock?" John had used in a casual tone, no longer speaking in his confused accent.
Sherlock blushed furiously as he tried to change the subject. "You used the wrong vocabulary in the wrong sequence on purpose? Why? Is it some kind of trend? Of course it is! You remarked to how the 'regular' merman's talked around. So they must have used that language to attract a mermaid! That has got to be the stupidest trend that had ever started. So why are you using it with me? Do I sense a little crush John?" It was John's turn to blush.
Seeing John blush like how he did made Sherlock's stomach do a flip. Sherlock made it his goal to make John blush once again later on in the day.
"That was brilliant! How did… you did that deducing thing didn't you? Are you sure you're not trying to impress me?" John said as he hooked his arm around the rim of the tank, exposing his toned chest and stomach in the process.
"No, I'm trying to impress you. By the way you just flexed your muscles, I succeeded".
Sherlock smiled in triumph as John's face went scarlet, then disappeared under the water.
Sherlock chuckled to himself. His blood ran cold as heard a knock on his door.
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Lemony P.