Disclaimer: Ariel, Melody, Megara, and Hercules are characters owned and licensed by Disney. I am using them without official permission for purposes that will in no way earn me any sort of profit.

Author's Notes: This story is mostly going to be M for language, I think. This is a love story between two women. You have been warned.

Meg stood on the balcony of a lovely house looking over the sea. The view was breath-taking but she could barely enjoy it. She turned to look into the room where she would be spending the next few nights. Hercules was standing in front of the mirror posing and flexing his muscles with a big, stupid grin on his face. Meg rolled her eyes. This whole trip could have been a chance for a romantic getaway but, instead, he had dragged her along on a tour he was doing and he was ignoring her. After Hercules had defeated the Titans, outwitted Hades, and given up his place on Mt. Olympus he became more famous than he ever thought possible. With all of the tours and appearances he was doing, he started to believe all of the great things people were saying about him and it had gotten to his head. He was a true narcissist: completely in love with himself. In fact, he hadn't even paid Meg that much attention in months. He hadn't asked her if she wanted to go on this trip. He came home and started packing and explained that she was to do the same.

Suddenly, Meg was very upset with the man ogling his reflection. She decided to get out of there, grabbing her sandals and quickly making her leave. Hercules was too busy with the mirror to take notice of Meg's swift exit which only fed the angry fire burning inside of her. She walked down the street, her long brown hair flowing down in a huge ponytail that stayed remarkably still considering her pace. She mentally ranted, noting all of the reasons she really hated being with Hercules. She berated herself for trusting another man after that scoundrel she had sold her very soul for. Sure, Herc had saved her from Hades but he had also changed drastically. He was no longer the sweet, innocent, caring guy who had literally gone to the depths of the underworld for her. Meg had been so distracted by her malice that she hadn't realized that she should be having a total déjà vu moment. She also failed to notice the person headed straight for her. SMACK! They collided and each rebounded, exchanging puzzled looks.

"I'm sorry," said Meg, snapping from her mental tirade, "I wasn't really looking where I was going…" She trailed off.

"It's all right," said the woman, looking rather sheepish, "I was busy looking up at the buildings. I should have been paying more attention to where I was walking." She laughed nervously.

It was then that Meg realized that this redheaded woman was carrying a very young child in her arms. The little black-haired girl couldn't have been more than two years old. Meg looked the woman up and down from the hem of her pink dress to the blue eyes which matched the child's. Somehow, her eyes seemed familiar. It was like Meg had seen them before but she couldn't exactly grasp the memory.

"Have we met somewhere before?" Meg asked, tapping her chin in thought.

"I don't think so," said the woman, "But anything's possible, I guess." She smiled.

That smile. Meg knew she had seen that smile somewhere. She was pulled out of her line of thought when the woman adjusted the bag hanging from her shoulder, preparing to leave.

"Wait!" Said Meg, "What's your name?"

The woman laughed lightly, "It's Ariel," she said, "And this is Melody." She lifted the child up very slightly to avoid confusion.

"I'm Megara. My friends call me 'Meg.' At least, they would if I had any friends," said Meg, smiling a bit at her own joke.

Ariel laughed, a welcome sound to Meg's ears, and then addressed the other woman, "It's nice to meet you, Meg. Maybe I'll see you again around town."

"That's quite possible," Meg said with a smile, "Where are you staying?"

"One of the houses up there," Ariel pointed behind Meg to a hill, "You know, the ones that overlook the water?"

"Yeah," said Meg, both excited and nervous that Ariel was staying so close, "I hear they're really nice," she finished lamely. Her brain seemed to be working at half power.

"We were just heading there now, actually," Ariel said, then looked down at her baby, "It's about time I put Melody down for her nap."

"Ah," said Meg, not sure what else to say, "I guess I'll see you around then." She waved as Ariel started walking away, "Bye!" She called.

"See you later, Meg!" Ariel called back, rocking a now rather fussy Melody.

Meg walked away, making it a point to not get so lost in thought that she couldn't take in her surroundings. She looked around, noticing for the first time that this whole town looked familiar. She walked down to a walled-off cliff that made a sheer drop into the ocean. Meg put her hands up on the wall, leaning against it. Suddenly, she was overtaken by a light bulb moment. She had been to this very town before the whole mess with the cheating asshole. It had been about four years ago when Meg was only sixteen years old. She had run away from home at a young age and became a nomad of sorts. She recognized the spot she was standing in as well. Her vision was replaced by the slightly fuzzy, moving pictures of a memory.

Meg was standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean. She liked this town. The people were really kind and there were plenty of great places to look out at the water. She stood, leaning with her arms crossed to support her on the wall. She was sucked from her pseudo-meditation by one of the most enchanting sounds she had ever heard. Meg looked down to see a redheaded girl in a purple bikini top, which seemed to be made out of shells, singing what sounded like a scale. Meg was struck by how beautiful the girl's voice was and how happy she looked. She had on a huge smile as she reached the last note of her little tune and the waves picked up, crashing onto the rock below her. Meg noted a sort of wild innocence on the girl's face as her red hair was whipped around her face by the wind. Her song finished, the girl smiled and looked up at the sky. The girl's curious blue eyes drifted down and found Meg. Her smile faded and her eyes grew wide but a wave swept her off of her rock before she could flee. Meg watched in awe as the girl swam away. There, plain as day, was a huge green fish tail where the girl's legs should have been.

Meg snapped back to reality. She remembered that day. She had gone back every day after that for weeks, hoping to hear that lovely voice again. After failing several times over she eventually gave up and left the town. Apparently she had also forgotten her quest for the mermaid. Meg shook her head and walked slowly, almost mournfully, away. She had even more to think about than when she had left the house so she didn't pay that much attention to anything else as she wondered aimlessly through the town.

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Ariel walked down the sidewalk where she had just bumped into another woman and had a mini conversation. She had been in a hurry to take care of Melody, who had been up too long for her tastes, but she actually had wanted to stay and talk to Meg. The slightly taller woman looked so interesting in her long purple dress that stretched down just past her ankles and darker purple sandals which matched her belt. Ariel wasn't sure how Meg managed to get all of her long brown hair up with that one purple band. She felt a slight flutter in the pit of her stomach as she remembered Meg looking her over. Ariel really hoped that she could see Meg again. Unsure of why the thought made her feel so happy, she shrugged it off and walked up to the front door of the house she was staying in, shifting Melody to one side so she could unlock the door. She put Melody down for her much deserved nap and walked out to the balcony to look at the sea.

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Meg, having completely lost her way out in town, got home exceedingly late. Hercules was already asleep and didn't even stir when she entered the room and took off her sandals. She sighed, too tired to be all that angry with him. She was, however, still upset enough with him to take the spare sheets out of the closet and go downstairs to sleep on the couch. Reluctantly, her busy mind eventually allowed her to fall into a fitful sleep.

There you have the first chapter. Let me know what you think. I know in general what to do with this whole story but I'm open to suggestions.