#orcalock

This prompt came from @buddhaoffice - orca Sherlock and John ♥

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Anyway, John falls asleep on the raft (remember, he’s a little drunk) and while he’s asleep, the tow rope snaps. He wakes up a bit later, but the boat is already out of hearing range, and he doesn’t have a flare or even a whistle. He waves his arms and shouts himself hoarse as the boat drifts out of sight, but all his friends are passed out drunk on the deck.

He’s out on his own in the middle of the ocean for five hours before Orcalock finds him. Orcalock holds John in his arms (it feels so good; his skin is so cool and smooth, and John is so sunburned) and takes him back to the boat. Orcalock waits to see that John is treated for his sunburn and dehydration, and then he tells off all John’s friends. They can’t really understand his language, but they get the point anyway.

NEED 2 TYPE THIS ORCALOCK HC B4 I FORGET: (edit: this ran away from me and became a ficlet. whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

John was the town doctor in a small fishing community before he was drafted for the war. When he returned, he was too plagued by memories of performing surgery on the battlefield to continue his job, so he took up fishing. He only caught enough for himself to eat, as he has no family. He also had no close friends, which made it easy for him to stay out on the water all day appreciating the calm still waters and the creatures that lived there. This was how he found his peace, and how he forgot what he didn’t want to remember.

One day he felt a dip in his small boat behind him, and when he turned around he found a young man in the water. He was surprised and concerned: the waters were incredibly cold and he was incredibly far away from the shore. John offered him a seat in his boat and his extra scarf, as surely he must be freezing. The young man with his dark hair and bright eyes shook his head, but asked John his name. “John Watson.” he said. “Nice to finally know your name, John. My name is Sherlock” and with that he dove back down, splashing his large black and white tail as he went. John’s eyes went wide as he hurried to lean over the edge of his boat and get a glimpse of what he had just seen. A man with the lower body of a fish! But not a fish, it looked more like an orca whale; just like the ones John had delighted in watching as a child. He was completely in awe, and couldn’t quite believe it.

Sherlock came to visit him again and again, always asking him questions about who he was and what he did, what his life was like and what his life was like in the past. His visits became so frequent, John packed extra food for him (his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches put the biggest smile on Sherlock’s face) and catching fish became an afterthought to the dip in the boat he expected to feel and the “Hello John” he expected to hear every day.

Even after months he still couldn’t believe this incredible creature was so interested in him, the lonely fisherman. But Sherlock was lonely too. The half breed who had no kin, and the doctor who couldn’t even heal himself. They were the highlight of each other’s day and often wished they could see each other’s lives beyond their small world in the boat, but John couldn’t swim, and Sherlock couldn’t walk.