midorisakura | Alternative Ending #3:Gen-Ed (for those readers who are squicked by romance, but okay with bromance

“That’s a catchy little tune,” GW says. “Thank you for sharing it with me.” He hums it under his breath, and dances a little.

“It was my pleasure,” Doc says. “Say, I’ve got a colleague whom I think could help you tremendously with your...situation. Would you mind if I consulted him?”

“Not at all,” GW says, totally amenable to the idea. He wants these blackouts to end. He wants his life back. He wants to get the taste of human flesh off of his tongue.

“Excellent,” Doc says. “His name is Dr. Mako, and he’s one of my mentors. I think he can really help you.”

“But you were helping me just fine,” GW says.

Doc blushes (sharks can’t blush, but pretend they can), and reaches for his glasses, aborting the action when he remembers that they’ve fallen to the ocean floor and he’ll have to get a new pair. There is no way he will be able to find his missing glasses now. He should probably purchase a few pairs of them, because this is not the first time he’s lost them. Maybe he should even get one of those chains that holds the glasses around your neck (well, a shark’s torso would do the trick, too).

“He’s an expert,” Doc says. “I’m just,” he shrugs. “I’m just an amateur when compared to him.”

“You’re a fine doctor,” GW says. (and the narrator had better pull back a little before this moves from bromance to full on romance territory)

“Well, thank you,” Doc says.

About a year after GW starts seeing Dr. Mako, Jaws and he are fully integrated. It was shocking to discover that he’d had an alter all this time, one that was a killing machine, and it’s hard to reconcile his normally gentle nature with the fact that there was a part of him that enjoyed the act of killing, and the taste of blood and human flesh.

He’s a totally new shark, and there are no more blackouts. He and Doc hang out as friends, and act as wingmen for each other when they go to parties or clubs. They set each other up on blind dates, and end up drunk on sea scallops and octopi, crashing at each other’s places more often than they end up hooking up with someone.

When GW finds out that he fathered a pup during one of his one night stands, he takes on the responsibility of raising little Rosy on his own (her mother, much like GW’s mom left her as soon as she was born). Doc becomes her honorary Uncle Doc, and teaches her how to pin down her prey (which is a hammerhead shark thing to do) and how to use her eyes to their full advantage.

They make a happy kind of family unit, with Doc acting the part of the doting uncle, and GW being a proud father. Rosy turns out wonderful, and Doc does eventually father some pups of his own. GW is their honorary uncle, and he teaches them the finer points of ambushing their prey and hitting them hard before taking them down.

Doc’s wife, Angela, accepts GW as part of their family. She loves him like a brother-in-law.

Everything is hunky dory down under the sea with GW as a single father (happily single, that’s what I’m saying), Doc and Angela with their offspring, and the ecosystem working smoothly (as it should) with GW, and Rosy, at the helm.

Here is your plutonic happily ever after (if you disregard the endings of the movies in their entirety, and believe that every shark should have their happy ending, like I do).

“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.))