Alternate Ending #1: Slashy Goodness (for those of you with slash goggles on)

[midorisakura]

 

They both fall madly in love with each other (despite being doctor and patient; GW goes to Dr. Mako now, and he’s doing much better) and live happily ever after, and Jaws is never seen again. 

Well, Jaws is seen once or twice again when GW is a little stressed, or there’s a loud party on the open water (boats are not the friends of many sea creatures, and they are definitely not the friends of the sharks). And, there’s a little (okay, a lot if you talk to certain individuals who were there (they get therapy from Doc Hammerhead, who has a lucrative business helping eye-witnesses of his Jaws’s killing sprees, recover from the ordeal)) blood shed from time to time. It’s just enough to keep the people on their toes, and to keep Doc swimming in fish with the amount of therapy sessions he’s doling out whenever Jaws is spotted.

Eventually, Dr. Mako cures GW of his DID, sending Jaws swimming with the fish (so to speak, it’s an odd human colloquialism that is probably ill-suited to a tale about predatory fish, but the narrator likes it, so they’re going to keep it in) and making it possible for GW and Doc to finally tie the knot.

They marry off the coast of Jamaica, where the water is warm (a little too warm when you can generate your own heat, like GW can, but what are you gonna do when you want a wedding in a tropical setting?) and the beaches are beautiful. Not that they spend much time on the beach (if you catch my drift, eyebrow waggle and wink (though, well sharks cannot actually go onto sandy beaches if they want to keep living, so this euphemism is probably not working as well as the narrator would like it to, but you get it, right? (they have lots and lots of sex - shh, I want to keep this at a general audience rating, so pretend you didn’t read this.)). 

Once the honeymoon is over, and they’ve traversed the globe (which humans, bless their dumb little hearts, study, because it is unusal for a hammerhead and a great white shark to hook up and travel around the globe) they decide that they want to have children (well, GW wants children, because he wants to prove himself a better father than his own, absent one was (it won’t be hard, all he has to do is be there at the birth) and what GW wants, GW gets (mostly because Doc can’t say no to him). 

“You might want to check the waters of Australia,” Dr. Mako says during one of his follow-up visits with GW (after he and Doc have returned to their home waters). “I’ve heard they’ve got a great surrogate program.”

So, that’s what they do, they travel to the waters of Australia, which has great dining, and there are a couple of close calls when Jaws almost resurfaces, but Doc’s love pulls him back from the brink (aww, isn’t that just romantic?). They interview a number of different candidates before they decide upon Sheila, a lovely great white shark who has done this sort of thing before. 

She births them five pups (there had been ten in her womb, but five of them got eaten by their siblings, which is par for the course), and wishes them the best of luck as she heads off to other waters. 

It’s unusual for sharks to stick with their babies, but GW, and the fully integrated Jaws, do not want their offspring to go through the trauma that they did, so they, and Doc, thwart centuries of tradition, becoming, not only the first interspecies relationship of their kind, but also the first of their kind to start a family.

They sing Doc’s lullaby to their kids, “Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo...” the kids love the part of the chorus that goes, “Let's go hunt, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo...” because their daddies always take them hunting around for fun treats when they reach that part of the song.

They are followed by social media (the narrator has set this in modern times, perhaps they should have let you know that at the beginning of the story...oops, my bad) with the hashtags #hammerwhitefam,  #protectthefam, #whitehammerontop, and many others that the narrator cannot be bothered to invent right now (their brain is on overload and they’re tired). They become a protected entity (those poor, dumb humans have a heart after all) and are studied (at a distance). 

Hammy, GW Jr, Jawsy, Jenny (named after Doc’s mother’s favorite second cousin twice removed) and Shelly, take after their fathers (nurture vs. nature for the win), making them proud. 

Jawsy becomes a psychologist, working under Dr. Mako (in more ways than one - if you catch my drift). Jawsy’s fathers were not one hundred percent on board with that at first, but they’ve come to accept it (they’ve had to accept it once their grandkids were born - little Axel and Charlie are the loves of their lives). 

Jenny goes into environmentalism (her slogan is: a clean ocean is a happy ocean). She falls in love with a humpback whale named Judy. They adopt a trio of sea turtles who were lost at sea (Penny, Paul, and Persephone). GW and Doc dote on their adoptive grand-turtles. 

Shelly becomes a school teacher. She marries a great white named Jim, they have a litter of two pups (the others never made it out alive) whom they named, Doris and Jeremy. They are identical, and GW and Doc have a hard time telling them apart most of the time.

GW Jr. and Hammy go on a tour of the world’s waters together, and come to family gatherings twice a year. They’re never going to settle down, because that’s not their style, and it’s okay. They’re asexual predators. GW and Doc have come to accept that.

“We made something good together,” GW says as he surveys his and Doc’s extended family. They’re in the waters of Australia for their bi-annual family gathering. 

“We sure did,” Doc says. He smiles (which, as has already been established is almost a perpetual state for hammerhead sharks) and reaches out for GW’s fin. 

They swim together for a stretch, and then part when one of their grand-turtles (they can never tell which is which) barrels into them with a, “Sorry, grandpa,” before he or she is off racing to one of the currents. There’s a game of some sort going on that has the grandchildren racing from sea current to sea current, gathering this and that and piling it in front of one of the group of gathered adults.

“Thank you for this,” GW says, reaching once more for Doc’s fin. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Doc protests. 

They kiss (you’ll have to suspend your disbelief to picture this), and there are fireworks (courtesy of a party boat that’s nearby) and the waters shift (like an earthquake (also courtesy of the party boat)). It’s magical, and GW (and his inner Jaws) couldn’t want for anything more (not even the taste of human flesh, which is a little gamey, truth be told (the narrator knows nothing about the taste of human flesh, they have never partaken of it, nor do they intend to)). 

They live happily ever after, together, their love sustaining them. 

(Well, that last part isn't true, but the narrator really likes happy endings, so let’s pretend that what happened in the movies never happened at all, because GW fell in love with Doc Hammerhead, and Dr. Mako cured him of DID and they got married, and they found a surrogate shark (a lovely great white shark who goes by the name, Sheila (she’s from Australian waters)) to have their pups, and they lived in a castle under the sea, singing “Baby Shark” to their beautiful shark babies who grew up to be upstanding founding citizens of the underwater city of Atlantis, which the narrator did not mention up above, because they thought you might find it too far-fetched, but they like the idea of it, so they’re keeping it here.).

“It’s the end, doo doo doo doo doo doo, it’s the end doo doo doo doo doo doo...”

(You’re welcome for that earworm. (Sorry, not sorry.))