Hey guys,

I know my plot is has to be changed a bit after what happened in last episode. They rescue Ariadne differently so I'm going to skip the rescue mission part.

LOL I kind of knew Pasiphae was Jason's mother from the beginning of the series, I'm an oracle tooJ

O that word REGRET!

There have been nights and morns when we have sighed,

"Let us alone, Regret! We are content

To throw thee all our past, so thou wilt sleep

For aye." But it is patient, and it wakes;

It hath not learned to cry itself to sleep,

But plaineth on the bed that it is hard.

We did amiss when we did wish it gone

And over: sorrows humanize our race;

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world;

And memory of things precious keepeth warm

The heart that once did hold them.

JEAN INGELOW, "Regret"

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"What o you mean he offered you a pouch of gold?" Pyth asked, watching distastefully, as the woman who owned the stall filled Hercules' flagon with red wine. Well, wine is far better choice than cheap ale which he usually drank and better smelling. Jason wondered what would happen if Hercules got a chance to visit a modern 21st century pub. Well he'll never venture far from the keg, that for sure.

"Jason, why are you laughing, did you even hear what I just said?" Pyth had his arms full of loaves of bread and an urn filled with olive oil. They were quickly running out of money he won by winning first three rounds of the Pankration, mostly due to Hercules' happy-go-lucky life style. Poor Pyth did all he could do to save his friend from being a bigger drunk than he already was, but to no avail.

"Jason!" Pythagoras hit his shoulder with a green olive to get his attention.

"Oh, for saving Ariadne…." His head was still hurting from the hit he'd received by that guard and added with the injuries he'd earned by fighting with Heptarian Jason knew he wouldn't be sleeping well for few nights. Ah, what he wouldn't give for a pill of morphine, or two. But physical pain was nothing compared to the internal bliss he was feeling after saving Ariadne's life. But after all he's done for the two of them he feared he may never get the chance to be with her again, now that the king knew about his feelings towards her.

"And you turned it down, you know what you are?" Hercules said in his usual sarcastic tone.

"You're an idiot. I don't why I bother with you." Recognizing the tone, he struggled to bank down on his irritation. But he knew it was his friend being his usual annoying self, nothing personal or otherwise.

"Course you like me, you admit it yesterday." Jason said hurrying through the street to catch up with him.

"A moment of weakness. Just be grateful for it."

" Great… what makes you think I like you?" Jason asked though he knew that arguing with Hercules about anything was useless, the man always had a counter comment at the tip of his tongue. He would have made a very rich and successful lawyer in the modern era.

"Everyone likes me- what's not to like." He said it like it the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh the lying, the stealing," Pyth said the last part pointing his finger at the orange Hercules carried in his hand (when the hell did he steal it, he didn't even see), the drinking, the gambling."

"The fating." Jason added.

"Alright, apart from the lying, the stealing, the drinking, the gambling, the fating…what's not to like."

Jason and Pythagoras both stared at each others faces for a moment and started laughing.

"You see, you're finally starting to understand. This is why I'm a legend among my people. Did I tell you about the time l wrestle the Nemean Lion? Hercules asked as they walked towards their shared flat through the busy street.

"Of course you have, a couple hundred times I guess." Pyth said putting his arm around Hercules shoulder. "But I think you should tell it again, it always do wonders for your ego."

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Pasiphae stepped back in to the shadows of the alleyway as pair of city guards walked pass her through the street. She didn't want to explain to anyone what she'd been doing in this area of the city wearing a long black cloak. She leaned on the dirty wall of the nearest building trying to steady her quickened heartbeat. The tears she had being fighting so hard to stop, slid freely down her cheeks. It was so hard being so close to him and yet not able to go near him. Even though it had caused her immense pain she had often wondered what her son would look like if gods had blessed him with life. Not even in her most wonderful dreams had she imagined him to look this perfect. How had not recognize him for what he was, the boy was the perfect male version of herself when she was that age. His flawless face and well muscled body looked like a sculpture worthy of Adonis's temple.

She realized that Aeson had told her the truth, her boy was touched by the gods just as she was.

She had to go back to the palace as soon as possible. All of her well laid traps and plans were in disarray after the events of past two days and with her nephew's death. With a heavy heart she was reminded yet again of his untimely dismiss. A searching party had carried his dead body back to the palace in the evening. Though she had wanted to give him a proper funeral filled with all the last rites worthy of a servant of Poseidon, she had to use his death for her advantage. She had the comfort of knowing that her nephew would have done the same in her situation. The most basic law of survival is to trust your own instincts. So Heptarian ended up taking the blame for the whole unfortunate ordeal. He'll go down in the history as another traitor who'd plot against the Atlantean King Milos and failed. She'll have to start from the scratch now that Milos is getting suspicious. She had a good motive to do it now. With Jason still well and alive, Milos, as Aeson's younger brother, was only a usurper sitting on her son's throne. As the queen mother she'll have more power than what she'd possibly get as Atlantis' next king's wife's stepmother. That is the reason why, she had been trying so hard to force her nephew marry her insolent stepdaughter. So that she wouldn't be discarded like an old pack mule after Ariadne becomes the queen.

Everything happens for good she decided, as she walked through the busy streets which smelled of salted meat and sweat, all she had to do now was turn Ariadne against her father and push her more toward Jason. So when Milos is walking among the dead she'd have no problem with turning towards Pasiphae for a shoulder to cry on.