Standard Disclaimer:

I don't own Jaws. I don't own anything, actually.

The only thing I have is my imagination, and even that is rented.

Nine Years Later…

.o.O.o.

Sean breathed in deeply, taking in the distantly familiar smell of sea-salt, old wood and other familiar smells. The family home was a little run down but was still liveable.

His parents had moved out of this home nit to long ago. They hadn't sold it, but rather kept it maintained for when their sons eventually came home. Sean couldn't understand the logic of it, but had shrugged it off. It wasn't like he was going to turn down free accommodation.

At twenty years old, Sean had led an interesting life. Leaving Amity as soon as he was able, he had moved to Australia. There, he was joined the local branch of SRI – Shark Research Institute. Learning to understand these creatures had helped him deal with what had happened to him.

Now, he was home.

With a sigh, he started unpacking.

.o.O.o.

'Are you sure you don't need me to fly in?'

Sean fell back onto the couch, a playful smile on his face. Holding the mobile loosely, he stared out at the ocean, a bottle of bear in his free hand. The female voice on the other end of the line always made him smile.

'Kathy,' he said, 'I'm fine. I arrived back home, I made it to the house. Nothing bad is going to happen to me this week.'

'Now why don't I believe you?'

Sean just chuckled.

'Look, Kath; I'll call you every second day. We'll talk, I'll tell you everything that's happened.'

'Okay.'

Hanging up, Sean leaned back into the couch. Closing his eyes, he focused on the now in his life. He was back home for the first time in nine years. The rest of his family were living their own lives.

And the best thing? There was no signs of the shark.

.o.O.o.

Nine years.

Jaws gnashed his teeth in frustration. It had been nine years since he had last seen his mate. Frustration, mental and other types, flooded his brain. He should have grabbed his mate when he had the chance all those years ago.

Stories of his mate had reached him during those nine years. Jaw's own brother – Striker – had told of how his mate was working with lesser sharks in the warm waters off the southern feeding lands. Jaws had immediately set out for it, but had arrived too late to reconnect with his Sean.

His mother had questioned him when he had returned.

'Is the human dead?'

Jaws had replied negative, and proceeded to inform the family of what had happened. He stressed the fact that he had found his mate. The only law the Greater Whites respected more than revenge was love.

That didn't mean he didn't cop shit from his younger siblings.

'Are you serious?'

'A human?'

'How the hell do you fall in love with a human?'

He had merely relied, 'You'll understand one day.'

Now, here he was; once again he was back at Amity. He had tracked his mate – no easy feat – back to his home island. He snorted himself. So it would begin again, in the same town where it originally began.

Jaws grinned to himself, sinking back into the black night water after one last look at the Brody house. He would see his mate soon enough.

This hunt was going to be fun.

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