A/N: yeah the title of this is an old Miley Cyrus song. Sue me. :P anyways, this chapter is was a daydream in my head after I spent 7 hours catching myself up on Atlantis the other week. I hope you enjoy it! :)

I don't own the characters of Atlantis or anything mentioned from the TV show. I do own my OCs Belle Arden and Matt Thomas.

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, c'mon, Matt!" I called, my hair whipping around my face and my hands gripping my seat tightly. "Slow down!" My voice got lost in the wind, but I think he could see how terrified I was by my face, and my boyfriend just laughed at me, and pushed the lever down farther.

There are a few things everybody knows about me. I have an unnatural fear of drowning and I hate feeling out of control. And I was currently surrounded by an endless amount of water and practically flying in a large boat that could tipsize at any moment. How did Matt get me out here? His stupid British accent.

"Please, Matt. This ain't funny," I called again, swallowing hard. We've only been dating a couple of weeks and he knows I'm not immuned to the London charm yet. Mixed with wanting to please him and being insanely turned on, I now find myself on the brink of death in the middle of the ocean.

"Oh, Belle, you don't like it? We're flying! We're on the top of the world! We're living one of your books!" Matt yelled back, his hand hesitanting on the accelerator.

"No, please, I don't!" Yes, I like reading about adventures and flying and whatnot, but no, I don't want to live it. I know how half the heros of books end up: either they, or everyone they love, end up dead. I like living, thank you very much.

Matt sighed exaggeratingly, and the boat slowly came to a stop.

"We should probably head back now... I can't see the shore." My voice trembled and my body shook. I tried to breath deeply, but it came in short gasps.

"Belle, we're fine. Quit worrying, love."

"But-" I started, but Matt cut me off.

"Annabelle," He paused after the use of my full first name. He stopped the boat and come towards me, "Arden. We're fine. Live a little." Matt intertwined both his hands into my hair, and gently pulled my face to his, my lips to his.

"That's what... what I'm trying to do!" I tried to say when he pulled away, but I couldn't keep my eyes off his mouth. I wondered again how it was possible that his lips just touched mine in a show of affection.

Considering I'm a girl who dropped out of school, who nannies for a very gracious family of four, and spends her nights off with a stack of books from the library by her feet and her mind lost in another land, and he's a boy who graduated the University of Cambridge, comes from a rich family, and can't sit still for more than a minute. And considering the fact my hair is a weird shade of blonde from dyeing it, and that alone washes my face out and makes my blue eyes look dull all the time, and he's got gorgeous natural blonde hair, gorgeous bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile that always lights up his face.

Matt pulled me into his chest and I closed my eyes. I felt him laugh more than anything. "Oh, Belle," He said, then kissed the top of my head. I shivered, and he held me tighter.

He breathed deeply and his heart pounded regularly, feeling that slowly calmed my own.

We stood there for a second and he pulled away. "See? Okay. Why do you worry so much?"

The question I hate, the question I avoid, and the question I never answer.

I shrugged, about to give some sarcastic reply, when the boat lurched, and we both fell down.

"What..." Matt started, but never finished as the boat violently shook again. One arm of his grabbed me around the waist and the other grabbed something to hold onto.

"It's okay, Belle. Don't-" He cut himself off at the sudden look of terror on my face. Or I stopped listening when I suddenly filled with terror, as what I was seeing was my nightmares come alive. Behind him was a massive 100 foot wave, coming towards us.

"Matt..." I didn't even know what to say and he didn't even know what was coming, and it came too fast for me to even form anymore words.

It hit us, tumbling us apart and the boat over, and I didn't know much after that. I felt myself being sucked downwards, grasping at nothing, like something was going to magically appear. Nothing did. At some point, without thinking, I started to scream. The last thing I saw was bubbles floating up and the light from the sun grower darker.

The first thing I noticed was it felt like I was laying on sandpaper. I squeezed my hand into a fist to find I was actually laying on sand, and then I realized I felt it over my whole entire body, causing my eyes to pop open. And that's how I figured out I was laying on a shore naked.

I stood up and tried to wipe the sand off, but it was everywhere, and quite certainly should be the last of my worries. I was oddly freaking out more over the fact I was completely in the nude rather than what just happened, and the fact I was on some unknown beach somewhere.

I awkwardly tried to cover myself and run down the shore, to see what was on the other side of this big rock fixture, and a wave of relief and horror flooded me when I saw people in the ocean, fishing. Relief there was civilization and I wouldn't create Belle's Island, but horror over the fact I had no clothes. Maybe I should get my priorities straight.

I hid behind a rock and surveyed the area. The men were in the water and now just cool relief floods me when I see they're shirtless in the water, and my eyes quickly find a pile of clothes down by some equipment. I went and quickly searched through it.

"Dang it, only shirts..." I muttered to myself, but pulled one and over my head just the same. They reached past mid thighs. I'd never been so happy to be so short.

I crepted away from the base, and went back to where I woke up, in hopes of finding Matt. I looked in a bunch of crevices of the mountain that was heavily bulging with rocks, but no such luck. He probably made it to town, if... and that unfinished thought stole the breath from my lungs. What if Matt wasn't there? I was suddenly chilled to the bone, despite the sun that was shining bright on me a couple seconds ago.

I bit my lip to keep from crying and made my way into town. Or more like city, with guarded gates and high walls? There was a mess of people running around vendors and people selling clothes and food and something just seemed off, but I couldn't quite place it yet.

I walked over to a lady's vendor that didn't have anyone line, and I realized what was wrong. The lady was practically wearing a sack with a chord of robe tied around her. I looked around and most women wore that, and I found men wearing billowy shirts and lose pants made out of cloth. A guard in armor and holding a sword stood not far off, ordering from a food stand.

"What can I get you?" The owner of the vendor in front of me asked.

I stood speechless for a moment, before forming the question, "Do you have a phone I can use?" My voice sounded raspy and my throat burned from all the salt I swallowed.

"I didn't catch the first bit." She replied, leaning in, eyes on mine.

"A phone. Do you have a phone?" I repeated, and the women shot me a look. "A phone. Corded or wireless, I don't care. Cell phone. Anything, please."

"A cell phone?" She paused, the words sounding unnatural on her tongue, and I nodded, "I don't have any of those, but I do-"

"I know you have a phone. I don't have any money, but please. I'm begging you. My boyfriend and I were in a boating accident and I don't-" I tried to explain what happened, but she cut me off.

"You don't even plan to buy anything?"

"Well, no, I-" I answered, confused.

"Well then stop wasting my time with your nonsense. A line is forming behind you." She snapped at me, but I couldn't move.

"Please. I just need a second on the phone. Just real quick, then I'll leave." I pleaded, feeling panic quickly over come me.

But she refused again, "I told you, I don't have a 'phone'. I don't have time for these games!"

"YOU SPEAK ENGLISH. YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT A PHONE IS. You stop playing with me!" I suddenly screamed at her. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY BOYFRIEND IS. I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M AT. BUT I DO KNOW YOU HAVE A FREAKING PHONE."

"You're insane!" The women exclaimed to me, before looking behind me, and yelling, "She's crazy!"

"What's the problem here?" A deep voice asked behind. I turned to find the guard from the food stand.

I pointed my finger at her. "I'm lost, and she won't let me use her phone! Do you have one... you must have one." My voice was a croak now and my throat was on fire, and I was about ready to burst into tears again.

"She's insane!" She repeated to him.

"Wait, hold on!" A voice suddenly cried. "Oh, she's with me. She's my sister." A guy came up and stood next to me. He had curly brown hair and matching eyes. "She's just playing games. It was a long travel and she's in a bad mood." He sprouted out these reasons quickly and put his arm around me. "I better get her home. Sorry. Here, for the trouble." The man dropped some coins on the table and steered me away.

I let him guide me till we rounded a corner and the street was less filled, then I jerked away, and sized him up, getting ready for self defense, if needed. But he had a nice, honest face, and he threw his hands up in surrender.

"What's going on here?" I demanded.

"You're from... were you... how did you get here?" He asked, his voice was steady, but his eyes darted back and forth nervously.

"I was in an accident. I don't know where- no. No, don't confuse me. I asked you a question first!"

"This is," He paused a second, "How they live. I'm Jason. I'm not from around here either. I'm from... London."

I nodded slowly. "I was in London."

His eyes widened and he had to swallow before speaking again. "How'd you get here?"

"I was with my boyfriend on his boat, or yacht. I think he calls it that, or he did, I don't know where he's at now, but we were out on that, and then this huge wave came. Like, huge-massive wave, just out of the blue. And I don't know what else happened really. It hit us and I was being sucked down, and then I was at the shore here. If I could just have your phone-"

"There are no phones here. You're not... you're not there anymore." Jason paused a second, and bit his lip, "You're in Atlantis."

His eyes searched my face, but there was nothing to see. Any emotion fell off my face. I didn't know what to think or say, and finally "... you're crazy," popped out.

"I wish I was," He laughed bitterly, "but no. Talk to anyone else about a cell phone and they'll be calling you that."

I shook my head, but I thought back to that lady at the stand, and Jason said immediately, "Ask. Ask anyone."

So I did, and the old man gave me a weird look. "Atlantis." He quickly walked away as I gaped at him.

"We're in some role playing game." I finally said, but I felt like I was grasping at straws. His wide eyed innocent face was telling me what he said was true.

"I'm sorry... I don't, ah, I don't know your name," Jason said, "But I'm sorry."

"Annabelle." I whispered, staring straight ahead. I tried comprehend what was seemingly to be the truth, but I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Annabelle?" Jason said my name softly, and gripped my arm. I felt like I was going to pass out. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. We'll work this out."

I shook my head. "Matt said the same thing. Oh God, Matt. I couldn't find him." I placed a hand over my mouth.

"Hey, hey now," He pulled me to his chest, "Don't freak about him yet. This place is... magical. He may of not even made it over. Like, he still may be in London."

I looked up at him. "You think?"

"Of course." Jason said firmly, "Of course. We'll figure out what happened, I promise."

"Okay." I replied. I don't know why, but I trusted him, and I let him guide me along again.

"I'll take you to my apartment, and we'll figure out where to go from there." He soothed.

"Okay." I repeated, and closed my eyes. I can't shut down, I gotta keep going. I can only find Matt if I don't shut down. I took a deep breath.

"You can call me Belle." I finally said.

Jason sounded a little surprised. "Okay, Belle."

We walked in silence. I was zoned, I think I would of ran into the door if Jason hadn't stopped me.

"My flatmates... they know very little about where I come from, and they especially dont't know how I got here, and I think we should keep that between us." He started.

"Okay."

"And don't tell anyone else about it, either. Things are... more complicated here, I think. Things exist here that don't where we're from. You have to be very careful who you trust."

I nodded, "Of course."

Jason opened the door and two men looked up from a table sitting on the middle of the room. They looked up when we walked in.

"This is Belle... she's my sister. Belle, Hercules," Jason nodded at a plump man, and I cut him off.

"You're Hercules!?" I asked, shock evident in my voice.

"Oh, yes, and yes, all the stories about me are true, as well," the man replied, proudly.

I gotta admit, I was confused. He ain't the handsome muscle-y cartoon man. He was just confident... and fat.

"You're not, uh, what I imagined..." I trailed off when Jason caught my eye and slightly shook his head, with a small smile on his face. "You're, uh, much taller, and more... fierce looking."

Hercules beamed. "I made my stories more modest, as to not give away my real secrets." he said with a wink.

I just nodded, shooting Jason a look, and he quickly introduced the pale, skinny man in the room. "This is Pythagoras."

I nodded again, slowly this time. Past famous Greek names generally sound all the same to me. "Nice to meet you."

"Of course you have never heard my name before. I never get any credit around here." He grumbled, though halfheartedly.

"Don't worry, buddy. Where we're from, you're name is generally recognized." Jason replied, patting his shoulder.

I blushed slightly, because, yes, I know I should know it. But as a drop out, I didn't get the chance to learn it. "Yeah, you know me, brother. I don't take to names well. Tell me about one of your adventures and I'm sure I've heard of it." I tried to keep my tone calm, but I was starting to feel overwhelmed. Apparently I was talking to someone famous and I didn't even know it?

Pythagoras gave me a long glance. "Perhaps another time."

"So, Belle, this is it. I guess you can stay here a couple days till we figure out what to do with you." Jason smiled warmly at me.

"No offense or anything, but why are you here anyway?" Hercules suddenly put out.

"I was... attacked," by a monster wave, "and so far I'm the only survivor," I admitted, looking down. Well, ain't that the truth. Then I added, "Thank you, guys. I don't know what I'd do without y'all." I caught Hercules and Pythagoras' eyes before resting on Jason's.

"Don't worry about it. I know exactly how you feel." He said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder in comfort and giving me a slight squeeze. Jason pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers together, squinting his eyes at me. "You're covered in sand. It's even stuck on your face," He added, sounding amused.

"Well, I did just kinda drown in saltwater and washed up on a beach, you know." I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him.

"I know. I just... didn't realize this was how I looked when I arrived."

"Jason, you were actually worse." Pythagoras laughed.

"Yeah, you ran from screaming from a lizard." Hercules put in.

"A two-headed giant lizard, thank you very much, and I did kill it!" Jason exclaimed, but smiled.

My eyes widened. "A two headed giant lizard?"

"Oh, it was hardly giant." Hercules scoffed.

"Two-headed?" I repeated, exasperated.

"See? We don't have them where we're from." Jason laughed, but took in my suddenly pale face, and leaned into me and whispered, "So basically, Greek mythology is real here."

I bit my lip to keep from screaming and I rubbed my arm to keep me from crying. "So. Um, yeah. Sand. Do you have a shower?"

Jason laughed loud and unexpectantly, surprising us, and seemingly himself. "Oh my gosh, a shower..." He paused, and regained himself, "Not as you imagine. We don't have one."

I whipped my head around to him. "What do you mean you have no showers?"

"Belle, things are really different here. We personally have a bath, but hot water doesn't come unendlessly from the faucet." Jason lowered his voice, but kept his eyes on mine.

"Where are you from again, Jason?" Pythagoras asked, looking between us, with a particular look on his face.

My heart fell even more. Tears stung the back of my eyes, but I kept them there. "Can you show me how to do it?" I asked, ignoring Pythagoras, and to my own ears, my voice sounded so small.

"Of course we will. We're here for you. I'm here for you," Jason answered, his voice softer this time.

I swallowed, and looked away, "Thanks."

Jason gave me another look and pulled me into him, into a hug. I fell in his arms and closed my eyes, feeling absolutely miserable. What was I going to do?

What am I even doing here?