Title: Subject Number 1
Author: Shinju Tori
Character(s): SH/JW, MH/GL and miscellaneous other people…
Genre: AU, humor, romance, hurt/comfort & I dunno what else…
Summary: Sherlock was a scientist, devoting his life to trying to find links in between humans and various animals. Most leads turned out to be a dead end…That was until they found Subject Number 1…
Spoilers: None in particular unless you've never seen Sherlock…
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock as it currently belongs to Moffat and Gatniss…
Rating: M for violence/gore & strong language …
A/N: Two things: First off; I'm sorry that this took me so long but the fact that I'm graduating HS next month plus the fact that Tuesday is my Senior prom (still feels surreal that idea...) mixed with my own inability to formulate the ideas in my head on a computer r on paper was causing havoc on my brain. Secondly; Wow…If I knew writing Sherlock FFs would get me a ton of reviews I would've typed up more SH stories sooner! Seriously, many thanks to everyone who reviewed/alerted this story, and please note that I am open for Sherlock, Supernatural, One Piece, Doctor Who, and Kingdom Hearts collab/requests…Anything to keep my muse chuffed~!
Reminder: Anything in italics in a human (Read that as Sherlock for now) POV is thoughts and Bold when in Octo-human (proper name will be told by John in this chapter) POV…
ALLONSY~! :D
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Last Time:
Sherlock blinked in shock before grinning and replied "I'm Sherlock, and you just got a lot more interesting…"
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Sherlock rolled an observation ladder up to the side of the tank, climbed up, and sat on the wide top step. Subject 1, John he had said his name was, blinked at him and slowly sounded out his own name, "Sh-er-lo-ck…Sher-lock…Sherlock?" Sherlock nodded and inquired "So you understand human speech but can't speak it that well yourself, correct?" John nodded and awkwardly said "Two-leg Molly taught John…Was summoned to patrol territory before finish…"
(He started to learn English from a human female named Molly. His people summoned him to work as a soldier so he never finished those lessons. Also suggests that he had another job before the job they assigned him.)
"I see…" Sherlock remarked nodding "I assume you're hungry correct? What sort of things can you eat?" John tilted his head to the side, a tentacle reaching up to touch his chin thoughtfully as he made a couple strange high pitched noise, not unlike a dolphin. Sherlock frowned and tried mimicking the sounds that he made (almost successfully did it too). John blinked at his attempt and said in English, a sheepish look on his face "Two-leg say 'tuna' or 'salmon'…" Sherlock nodded understanding as John licked his lips, a distant look on his face
(Has a language of clicks and squeals like a dolphin. He eats the same kind of fish that a normal human can eat, though how it's prepared is a mystery. Hasn't eaten it in a while so must be a personal favorite of his.)
"Raw or cooked?" He asked John, who shook his head and simply said "Get fish. Show Sherlock." Sherlock nodded and was about to hurry off to get him some fish when he paused next to his desk. He picked up one of his sea animal books (brought it along with him as a visual reference to compare any creatures they may find to the images in the book as well as something to do when he was bored and found any inaccuracies in the book) and brought it over to the tank and rested it where he had been sitting. "Feel free to look through this. Just be careful not to get too much of the water onto it..." Sherlock informed John, who looked curiously at the book.
With that Sherlock left John to sneak into the kitchens and steal some fish for John…
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John watched as Sherlock, (Two-Legs had such an odd variety of names. Most Octodarians had simple names like his own friends; Mike, Sarah, Harry, Greg, etc.), left the room, before using two tentacles to gingerly pull the book towards him. On the front was an ocean scene with a school of fish swimming over a colorful coral reef. John raised an eyebrow before opening it at random.
It showed him an image of a small-armored-pincher (A "crab") and a large-armored-pincher (A "lobster") being stalked by a tiny-Octodarian-cousin (A "cuttlefish"). Numerous things had been written across entire paragraphs in the same shaky thin writing (Had Sherlock done that to this book? Why?). A couple of pages later John found an image that made his shoulder twinge in pain at the memory of its cause: a group of silver-singers ("dolphins").
John looked up hearing the door close and there was Sherlock a whole salmon in his arms. He licked his lips as Sherlock said "Here you are…" John took it from him swam down to the bottom and picked up a pair of sharp rocks (one long and thin, the other shorter and wider) before swimming back to the surface. While Sherlock watched, John quickly de-scaled, beheaded/removed the tail and gutted the fish. He swiftly sliced it up and then dived back under the water to grab a few strands of seaweed. He swam back up and cut the seaweed into strips that he then wrapped around the pieces of fish. He smiled when he finished and offered a piece to Sherlock. "Eat. Is very good." John said in broken Two-Leg speech…
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Sherlock hadn't had any problems taking the fish and only received a few odd looks as he walked towards the lab. When he got back John was looking at the book (Can he read as well as speak human languages? If so, which ones can he understand?), and had an expression of remembered pain on his face. When Sherlock closed the door his head shot up and he licked his lips as Sherlock carried the fish to the top of the tank and handed it to him saying "Here you are…" As he watched, John swam down and used both his hands and tentacles to pick out two stones from the mess coating the bottom of the tank (The one was longer and thinner while the other was shorter and wider but both were obviously very sharp), and brought them to the surface.
Sherlock watched fascinated by how swiftly his hands and tentacles moved together to de-scale, behead, de-tail, and gut the fish (The thin rock was used for gutting and tail/head removal while the wider one was used for de-scaling). Everything that John removed was carefully put to the side in a pile and he swished the thin rock in the water for a few minutes before using it to slice the fish up. After he was done he swam back under the water and grabbed a few strands of seaweed. After he came back up, John sliced the strands up and then wrapped them around the pieces of fish.
He smiled at Sherlock and offered him a piece saying "Eat. Is very good." Sherlock politely took it from him and bit a piece off of it. It tasted like sashimi minus the rice and Sherlock finished it to be polite (digestion slowed down his thinking processes). John looked at him expectantly before Sherlock finally said "It's delicious, John." John broke into a huge grin (teeth an off white and very straight) that faded as Sherlock asked "I have been wondering if you could tell me how you got that scar on your left shoulder?"
He continued saying "I can tell from the severity of the scarring that the wound was caused within the past year, and by a long sharp object, maybe a spear, more likely a harpoon. You obviously removed it yourself, and yet you act as though it's not even there…"
John stared at Sherlock, a frown on his face, before diving under the water and swimming into a back corner of the tank sulkily. Sherlock scribbled on a small white board he kept with him (usually so Anderson would know what times Sherlock would be working and thusly stay out of the lab) the words "Not good?" and held it up so John could see. John frowned and mouthed back "Bit not good, yeah..."
Sherlock gave him an awkward smile before erasing the message and writing "Tell me when you're ready then..." John glanced at the board and curtly nodded before vanishing into the mess of seaweed in the corner of his tank...
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Sorry this took me so long but like a majority of my stories I have what I want to be written already in my head, I just don't know how to articulate it so that no one thinks I'm being a show off with my words nor that I'm stupid by not using a wide variety of words...*shrugs*
Anyway please R&R! (I'm not gonna deny it but knowing people like my stories is enough to try and get me to write more *hint-hint*)