A/N: Okay so this is a collection of one-shots. If there are pairings in them then they will be mostly Jagoras so if that isn't your thing this probably won't be the best thing for you to read because trust me there will be a lot of Jagoras! Other pairings may feature. So here goes with the first one. I'll post them all here and hopefully a lot more. If you want to give me prompts in your reviews then I would love that!

This prompt came from: 221b-bagend-street-badwolf

Nightmare

Jason clutched at his bed sheets. He tossed and turned under his covers, slowly burying his face further into the pillow until he ran the risk of almost of suffocating himself with the linen. Jason's sleep was usually peaceful since arriving at Atlantis but tonight was different. He felt himself being swallowed up into the darkness as he thrashed.

Pythagoras was still working on his theorems that night. His brain had felt overfull with ideas and ways to solve his equations. They had plagued him lately as if the closer he got to deciphering them, the more complicated they became. Normally he would have shared the bed with Jason but he wanted to finish this. He was getting nearer with every working hour so Jason had gone to bed without him (which had been a good idea because Pythagoras may have woken up with a few bruises in the morning). That in itself was strange because Jason would normally have stayed awake with Pythagoras to keep him company. However, he had barely been able to stop himself yawning as he watched his lover work silently and so Pythagoras sent him to bed ("I'll come soon, I promise"). Jason had meekly agreed.

Small groans came from Jason's room and Pythagoras looked up from his desk with a frown. The man stood up quietly and made his way to the chambers that they shared. He poked his head around the door. Jason turned onto his side and screwed up his face as he slept. His bed sheets lay crumpled and abandoned at the end of the bed having served as nothing but a restraint to him.

The city was flooding. People were running, screaming as they tried to flee but only ending up in the same place in their panic. Hercules was clutching Medusa's shoulder as they stood out in the street. Something was missing though. Pythagoras wasn't with him.

Jason looked around quickly. He circled their house and the market; wading through the rising water but it was no use. Pythagoras wasn't anywhere to be seen and the water wasn't getting any lower.

"We have to go now!" Shouted Hercules, grabbing Jason's wrist as he tried to get closer to the gates. Jason tried to jerk himself free and go in the opposite direction but Hercules held him tightly.

"No!" Jason replied, "We have to find Pythagoras. I can't just leave him!" His voice cracked horribly at the thought of leaving him behind. Medusa watched the young man sadly and she leaned into Hercules with a sigh.

"He might be waiting for us by the gates, Jason." She tried to reason with him but Jason shook his head again.

"He wouldn't leave without me and I can't leave without him!" Denied Jason, his voice raising against the civilians cries of terror as the water continued to rise unmercifully. It was crashing into the walls of buildings now, lapping against tall walls and knocking against doors. By now the panic had truly begun set in from when the rising waters had been noticed about an hour ago.

"We have to go." Continued Hercules, a little less panicked and a little firmer than he had been before. Jason shook his head again but felt himself being pulled down the street. He refused as much as he could, digging his heels into the sandy surface but gathering no traction because of its now soggy composition. Shielding his eyes from the glaring sun he continued to look for Pythagoras. He couldn't find him though.

The trio of Hercules, Medusa and Jason reached the city gates and Hercules pushed Jason through suddenly. He was out and the guards weren't letting anyone back in now.

"No! What are you doing?" He cried out as Hercules shoved him. He wobbled backwards before falling, looking up at the large man from the ground. Medusa looked heartbroken for him as she searched the gathering families for any sign of the blonde man. She seemed to see no one as she looked at him with sympathy.

"It was for your own good." Hercules replied solemnly. Pythagoras had been his friend, he had depended on him and Jason could see that it was just as hard for him to come to terms with he had just had to do. But for Jason, he had lost his lover and his saviour.

Jason knelt on the sand as he watched a giant wave roll into the city. He stared at the gates, waiting for the moment that Pythagoras would come running through. It never came.

Time flashed before his eyes as it usually does during a dream. Suddenly the city was slowly crumbling. The water had raised to about shoulder height and Jason, Medusa and Hercules had been taken to a safe point. He squinted into what had been a midday heat wave but was now a rising sun as one of the largest waves Jason had ever seen in his life rose high above the city. It rose from the ocean and loomed menacingly over ever building, statue and monument. In one swift movement it fell, flattening everything underneath it. The city was destroyed in seconds and Jason felt his heart crack.

"Pythagoras!" He called out, knowing that the man was still inside. It was far too late.

Jason sat up suddenly. He was breathing heavily as he propped himself up onto his elbows. Sweat dripped from his forehead and blinked until his vision became clear again. Pythagoras stared over him, a concerned look sweeping across his features as he sat on the side of their bed.

"Jason," Breathed Pythagoras quietly, "Are you okay?" Jason nodded silently, biting his lip as he let out a long shaky face. Pythagoras was in front of him; safe and well and definitely not drowning. He reached up a hand, caressed Pythagoras' face gently and smiled weakly.

"I'm fine." He nodded again, letting his hand drop from Pythagoras' face and hooking it around his shirt instead. Pythagoras let his own hand cover Jason's in a gesture of comfort.

In all of Jason's thrashing and shouting Hercules had not woken from his drunk slumber. That was not exactly surprising though because Hercules was proven to be able to sleep through anything, especially after a few drinks.

"Would you like me to come bed?" Asked Pythagoras quickly. He was tired now and he didn't expect to get much work on equations done now. Jason nodded eagerly, shifting over from the middle of the bed to one side to give Pythagoras room. Pythagoras removed his day shirt quickly and placed on an older shirt he used for night wear and climbed into bed. The two laid quietly for a while before Pythagoras grew curious. What exactly had tormented his lover so much that it caused him to shout out in panic as he slept? "What were you dreaming about?"

"It was nothing." Replied Jason quickly. He couldn't let Atlantis' destiny slip out because he wasn't entirely sure what would happen if he did. Would it disrupt something to do with time and other stuff that he didn't really understand? He decided that it was best if he didn't disclose any details on the fates of his friends or the city.

"Are you sure? You sounded terrified." Persisted Pythagoras.

"Like I said, it's fine."

Pythagoras moved his head and laid it on Jason's chest. He ran his hand through Pythagoras' blonde hair before speaking up once more.

"You know, if something were to happen to the city... I would never leave you behind, right?" Jason bit his lip, glancing down at the other man.

"Oh, okay. I wouldn't leave you either." Pythagoras agreed, a little confused at Jason's random comment. He thought for a moment before it all came clear, "Is that what happened in your dream? Something happened to the city?"

"Something like that, yeah." Nodded Jason, his curly hair bobbing as he did so.

"But it won't happen. What ever it was that happened in your dream. It won't happen. This city is very safe!" Pythagoras assured him but it wasn't as helpful as he thought it would be. If anything that comment had made it harder. Pythagoras' home would be destroyed one day and Jason would have known it was going to happen. He could stop it. He could find out why Atlantis had sunk and stop it but he doubted that the Gods would be particularly happy about this. It was inevitable but at least he would be ready.

Pythagoras closed his eyes and Jason quickly leaned down to peck him on the lips. He broke out into a smile and a hand idly reached upwards for Jason's hair but it fell back the bed as he grew tired.

"No, of course it won't happen." Jason agreed through gritted teeth as Pythagoras fell asleep.

Jason didn't sleep that night. He couldn't after that terror but he made sure that Pythagoras slept soundly, watching his head rise and fall with his own chest. It was comforting, Pythagoras' innocent to the destiny of his city. Somehow, it made Jason feel relaxed about it too.

Okay! The first one is done! So please review and remember to send me prompts. They would greatly appreciated!