Title: Mistailed
Fandom: Mako Mermaids
Word Count: 320
Summary: Cam always wanted a tail, and now he has one.
Content Notes: General spoilers for Mako Mermaids. No other notes apply.
Badges: For the crackfic and gen badges.

Cam: You're in on the whole mermaid thing, right?
Carly: How could I not be? Did you see how fast they can swim? Maybe they even talk to fish.
Cam: Not sure there'd be a whole lot to talk about.
Carly: But, still, what an awesome thing to do. Not to mention the magic powers. That would be so cool.
Cam: I'll take that as a yes. So, let me give you a hypothetical. What if I could be a mermaid?
Carly. …
Cam: Merman. Let's say I could do all the things Zac can do. Wouldn't that be cool?

-”Trident Stone”

Everything Cam had done to try to get a tail, and it turned out that all he'd needed to do was to stop talking about his wish. The fish chicks had other worries than to spend the full moon on Mako; as soon as they thought the threats against the moon pool were over, their guardianship lapsed. One full moon passed, then a second that Cam allowed just to be safe. He boated out to the island and made camp. When night settled and the moon rose, he found his way to the chamber, his feet walking him along a path that had ironically become familiar through all the times he'd been barred from taking it.

Without anyone noticing or trying to stop him, he immersed himself in the moon pool and waited. The moon passed overhead, the water bubbled up around him. Magic filled the chamber like an effervescence. He felt his body transform, and under the water he flipped his newly won tail. A grin he couldn't stop took over his face. The powers of the merman were his, at last, and there was nothing Zac or the fish chicks could do to keep him out of their club any longer.

He pulled himself onto the rock ledge, eager to start learning how to use his new powers, and only then saw his tail. His amazing, orange tail. The grin froze, then started to melt away as his eyes traveled up the length of the tail, to his stomach, then further up to to where more orange scales formed a bodice across ample breasts. His blonde hair now hung across the top edge of the bodice, and a frantic slap of his head revealed that his hair was long, twisted into intricate braids and knotted with sea shells. In that moment, he grasped his error: the moon pool created mermaids, and that's what he'd become.