He felt that hairs of his neck stand on edge. A set of footsteps walked towards him and he heard the fading sound of another set of footsteps as the handmaiden left his side.

"Why are you among the tributes?" A soft voice asked. A delicate hand brushed against his wrist as the woman behind him began to lace up his leather gauntlets.

He turned his head to see her. Behind him, stood the princess. He'd seen her watching the ceremony but had quickly averted his eyes. She was obviously royalty by the way she dressed and the way she carried herself. He was a commoner, he shouldn't even be sneaking glances her way.

But how could he not? She was blue dress hugged her curves perfectly and her diadem rested immaculately at the top of head.

"My friend...drew a black stone," he told her solemnly, trying to banish all inappropriate thoughts from his mind. "I'm here in his place...I owe him my life."

"And now you'll give yours as a sacrifice." Was that admiration in her voice? Or was it Jason's wishful thinking. She took a few steps and moved the other side of him. He kept his eyes straight despite all he wanted to do was turn around and take in her beauty.

"You're willing to die to save him." Yes, there was a slight tone admiration in her voice but also curiosity.

The man before was different than any man she'd ever met. He seemed neither arrogant nor rude. His voice was powerful and determined. He was handsome, ruggedly so. However, his actions were what spoke volumes of his character. She'd never known a man willing to die for another freely and without any desire for praise.

"The Oracle told me, this is the path I must follow. I believe I'm to kill the Minotaur." Here he was, already telling a stranger, a beautiful one, what he believed his destiny was.

"You will believe you will succeed when so may have failed?" She asked, trying to confirm her assumptions of this stranger. Did he really believe he could do the impossible?

"I can't explain it. It's like, for the first time in my life I'm absolutely certain what I must do." He turned to her, daring to look into her eyes. They were a chocolate brown, he observed. His words however, were the absolute truth. Here in Atlantis, he felt like he was where he was meant to be. He felt like he had a purpose.

She felt his eyes bare into hers. No commoner had ever taken such risks to look her, daughter the king, future heir to the throne and Princess, in the eye. He was a strange man, but he was, she decided, a good one.

"What is your name?" She looked down at her hand, and twirled the string she had brought with her around her finger.

"Jason," he replied, glancing down at her finger quickly.

"As I child I used to play in the Labyrinth. I'd tie one end of the thread to the entrance so that'd I'd always have a way back if I got lost."

He turned her back to hers as his mind turned gears. (Also because he realized that his height gave him an inappropriate view down her dress) She was helping him? He'd know she was different when first laid eyes upon her, not just because of her stunning looks, but now he knew she wasn't one of those pompous royal woman that used men for their own gain.

"The threads been enchanted. It will not tangle nor break. I hope will it will be of use to you in the Labyrinth." She placed the necklace around his neck. He felt her knuckles brush against the top of his head. Did she know how seductive her voice was?

"Thank you." He turned to her and a sudden desire burned through him. He forgot he was in Atlantis and he forgot that the remarkably gorgeous woman in front of him was definitely off limits. His eyes flickered to her soft lips then flickered up to her eyes. His head inched forward the smallest bit but before he could swoop down and steal a kiss a drum sounded and their moment (was it a moment?) was shattered.

"You are being summoned." She adverted her eyes from him. Then she turned on her heel and walked away. His eyes followed the bounce of the dark curls against her royal blue dress and he inwardly scolded himself. He was in Ancient Greece, he couldn't go around kissing any girl he wanted.

"It was of greater use you could have possibly imagined." He dropped the necklace in her hands, looked up at her, gave her a smile then walked away before she could say anything.

If she were not a princess, she would tell him exactly how great of a deed he had done. If she were not a princess, she would reach out for his friendship even more than she had. But she was a princess, she was destined to marry a wealthy lord not a commoner, however heroic ad handsome he may be.

"Who was that young man?" The Queen asked her suspiciously, eyes narrowing.

"No one of the consequence." Now that was down right lie. As her gaze followed his leather clad back, she told herself, yes she was a princess. And when she was Queen, she would bequeath a reward beyond is wildest dreams. For now, he was merely a man out her reach.

So hi! This is my new fanfiction. I've been trying to find a Jason/Ariadne fanfiction so instead I wrote one mysellf. It will be updated depending on the episode that airs every Saturday. This is sort of a "writing between lines" fic inspired by jaqtkd (her stories are amazing). I really like Jason and Ariadne together ( i have since the first episode). Thanks for reading! Please review.

~Fiery

PS: If any of you read Merlin fanfiction, you can check my out on my profile page.