Author's notes: Hi :) It's been so long since I write something. I've been trying to write this after I drew a picture of merman!Dave rescuing prince/heir!John. My sister thought it'd be a great fic and I started to write it on my hand phone. I've already had all of the story(most) planned out, but never really had enough time to write it on . :P Well, here's the first chapter, I hope you'll enjoy it! Side note, if there's grammar or spelling or sentence construction mistakes do let me know~ Thank you~

Disclaimers: Everything belongs to Hussie. Except for the plot~

Chapter one: When the troubled heir meets the handsome knight

You are now observing running heir.

John ran as fast as his feet could bring him, he was sick of being the last one to know actual shit that was happening in the castle. Even matters that actually included the heir. He just cannot stomach the fact that his dad, the king had arranged an engagement for him, without his conscience! Let alone his saying in the matter. Even Jade was aware of his new fiancee. Rose Lalonde, a lady with the grace and dignity of a queen. She was John's friend, a close friend in fact. And they were engaged. Hah! Talk about inconceivable match-making. John frowned even further, he hated being un-informed.

The surroundings were quiet even though its mid-day. John heaved and clutched his chest for air. He ran a few miles all the way from the castle to the abandoned deck. He sat down and wiped away the sweat forming on his forehead. He gave his light blue tunic a flap, inviting the salty breeze on to his sweaty skin. John thought of staying here for a few more hours when a group of merchants approached him. John gulped, things weren't going to be smooth.

"Hey, check out this lanky piece of regal. What's a prince like you doing out here at an abandoned deck?" One of the larger merchants cackled and picked John from his collar. He glared at the merchant and hissed, "None of your business. Unless you want our kingdom to cancel all of our deal with the Dark Kingdom. You better. Put me DOWN."

John tried his very best to glare at them. He's doing good so far, but who knows that the heir is actually scared out of his daylights, no one. Yup. Alas, things didn't went as smooth as he hoped. One of them is ticked off by John's 'bravery act' and started murmuring in to his partner's ear. "..." "..." The one who was holding John grinned. John felt like puking already.

"Hey, are you sure we should do this?" "Of course it is! This lil' punk threatened us, his lost!"

Just great. John Egbert completely fucked up. He didn't know what they're going to do to him, but nothing is going to be good. Just then, he felt himself being lifted over the shoulder. They were approaching further toward the end of the deck. John's face paled. He pushed and struggled, "N-No, what are you guys trying to do! Put me down!" John yelled but was knocked unconscious by another merchant. "Shut up, you royalties should just up and die." The merchant tossed John over his head and at full tilt, he lunged the unconscious heir in to the deep sea. The sea splashed, welcoming its newest buddy in gaiety.

You are now observing the patrolling knight.

Dave was patrolling around the seas of Atlantis as usual. He needed to keep his guard up if nefarious sea creatures were trying to assault the kingdom. Which was never. Dave swam in circles, and the knight got bored. He went and swished further out of patrolling realms just like he normally did. What with your bro being the king, no one would even dream of criticising the aloof Strider. So, off he went, swimming further and closer to human territory.

Dave looked around, there wasn't much to look at. The fishes were swimming in schools, and sharks were no where to be found. Safe and lucky bastards, Dave was wondering how the fishes around Atlantis had to suffer from the sharks' merciless bites and pointy fangs. Well, he guessed that's life. Not by the author's rights, Dave noticed something, or rather someone, falling steadily in to this vast and limitless water supply called sea. By a knight's instinct, Dave swiftly swam over and with full accuracy captured the sinking heir.

He looked at him as if he is a piece of strange clay model, whatever that means. He didn't have fins, nor scales and his skin was certainly too orange for a sea-dweller. It clicked to Dave that this 'person' that he had saved was amongst the land-dwellers. Not that Dave had any complaints about them, as long as they keep their greedy hands away from Atlantis that's fine. Dave supposedly thought that he should bring this person back up to where he belongs if he didn't want to get caught killing a land-dweller. Even though he wasn't the one who kill him, in retrospect. The knight proceeded to swim up to the surface with John tucked safely around his arms.

He placed John softly and carefully on a large boulder, he sighed in relief when he made sure that the boy is still alive. Dave took his time studying his features, his tail floating in the water a little slowly. "What slick black hair, do all humans have the same hair colour? How will they differentiate from one another?" The curious knight thought to himself, his palm under his chin providing support. He tried to touch those wet locks but something seemed wrong with the unconscious heir. Dave was worried that he might not make it after being in the water for so long.

Dave decided to try something, something that would calm the heir down. He lifted both arms and blazing red light collected themselves around his hands. He concentrated, and the rays compressed in to red and black turntables. He put his fingers on familiar surfaces and began to move with the beat in his head. "Try something softer, Dave. You're trying to calm him down, not excite his nerves and accidentally caused his death." Dave reminded himself repeatedly as he turn the disc in fluid movements, fully engulfed in his work. Dave wondered to himself if what he's doing will actually wake John up. Well, better than staring at him like a total freak.

You are now observing the unconscious heir.

John's chest was feeling heavy and his entire body felt like ice. He shivered and tried curling himself in to a ball, thinking that he was on his bed back in the castle. As we all know how reality is a bitch, John was not. He was, instead on top of a hard boulder, wet and salty and cold. John coughed and slowly regained his conscious. He hacked and water escaped from his lungs. "Ugh, what a horrible feeling..." thought the painful heir as he remembered how he was thrown in to the sea. However, John felt a pair of arms holding on to him. One of the arms patted his back in a soothing manner, and the other was holding on to John's shoulder, supporting him. The hand on his back felt warm through his wet clothes and his felt a little warmer.

"Hey, are you okay?" The voice was rough, nevertheless it was soft and it sounded worried. John wondered who it was. Was it Sollux? There's a possibility that his adviser had rushed out of the castle and saw him being tossed in to the sea and came to save him. With that thought in mind, the heir slowly opened his eyes. And damn they're really painful. The first rays of light shone on to his lifted eyelids and shot right through his blue orbs. John squinted, and opened again.

Red.

A pair of striking red eyes registered themselves in to John's mind and eyes. "How spectacular..." John was instantly charmed by those alluring coloured eyes and he tried to open his mouth to talk. Well, at least he confirmed that it wasn't Sollux that came to his rescue. To the heir's disappointment, all he could manage was more coughs and chokes. John was in an awful state for any coherent speech and he somehow felt regretful for not being able to thank his rescuer. The red eyed male frantically moved forward and held John protectively, resuming his patting and comforting and worrying. He could hear the other shushing him with comforting words, apparently trying to calm him down.

You are now observing the chuckling knight.

Dave was worried. Apparently, and this boy over here was trying to talk. Get a grip, you just drowned, how can you talk with water in your system? Dave wanted to slap his face and do a double face palm combo, of course being the well trained Strider, he didn't. Putting it aside, Dave quickly smooth John's shoulder and back, trying to get as much water out and more warmth in to the boy. He knew that the boy must be freezing, unlike mermen and mermaids, humans seemed to have little strength against the cold sea. Dave couldn't blame him, the humans had been indulging in the warmth of the Sun after all.

On the contrary, the knight found the coughing heir to be rather cute. He thought that he looked silly when he coughed and cringed but other than that he seemed like a very adorable person. "I wonder if I can get to know his name..." Dave opened his mouth, ready to speak when all of a sudden he heard chattering from not far away. He turned his head and saw a group of soldiers rushing toward his direction, they looked very perplexed. Dave looked over at John, the boy seemed to be in a stable condition. He had his eyes closed and his breathing steady, Dave wondered if he lost consciousness again.

He took one last look at the heir, and his hand unconsciously lingered when they brushed through those black locks. He widened his eyes a little when John opened his eyes, a little bit of blue peaking out of heavy eyelids. Dave wants to talk, even a greeting is alright, but the ever approaching group of knights were getting closer.

Dave had to leave now. He turned his back and splashed back in to the ocean, water splashing at the sudden weight added on it. Even though Dave left, he could not stop the incessant replay of shining blue orbs and silky black hair in his mind. Those abnormal shades of blue were the most fascinating the knight had ever seen, and he decided to keep this memory in his memory storage for as long as he lives.

Patrolling had never been better.