In the early morning a decadent and flavorful odor filled the entire Watchtower. The team that had gone to bed late was now being roused early with the smell of fresh breakfast. Oliver and Shay were the first to enter the kitchen to see Chloe in one of AC's t-shirts and shorts, bare foot ear buds in place swaying to only music she could hear and was cooking up a storm. A wave of relief struck him so hard he stumbled. Shay held on to him to steady him. She kissed his cheek and he smiled at her and shook his head. Tom and Bart were the next to enter, and one by one or two by two they all entered. The room filled with heroes each standing shoulder to shoulder and going 2 to 3 deep to watch their Watchtower amazed and relieved to see her.

Chloe had been flipping French toast when her song ended and she turned to see the eyes of her father-in-law and her entire team staring at her. She popped out her ear buds, she was blushing furiously. Tom smiled and moved toward her. "Who's hungry?" he asked winking at her then turning to the group. "Everyone line up, grab a plate, and serve up. When we're all seated, then I'm sure she'll have something to say." In a second the horde of people snapped into a line and began to file through breakfast.

Oliver skipped his spot in line to approach her. "Can I talk to you privately, please?" he asked. Chloe nodded and he led her from the kitchen to a small side office. She entered and he closed the door behind them. She turned, "Oliver I…"

He shook his head, "Nothing for you to apologize for." He spoke quietly. "I'm the one who needs to apologize,"

"What on earth for?"

"Failing A.C not bringing….."

"Oliver Jonas Queen!" she snapped. "You taking pages from Clarks play book now?" she smirked, "We both know the risks of the job. I just….I was so overwhelmed by the headaches, the nightmares, and the pregnancy hormones. I needed space and perspective." She frowned. "I'm the one who's sorry." The next thing she knew she was wrapped up in huge hug from Oliver.

"Enough of this pity party." He kissed her cheek. He pulled back and looked at her in the eye. "We get through breakfast and the 3 million questions you're going to have to answer and then we work on getting fish stick home."

"Just like that?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he spoke and led her out of the room.

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Namor sat with his father in a foyer off his office after being in the archives. He had grabbed hold of his heritage with both hands and was stunned. He felt, different more in tune with the seas like a part of him had been asleep and was now wide awake.

"You have the most unusual expression on your face, boy." His father spoke.

"The images came fast and disjointed, I'm not sure what to make of all of it." He spoke shaking his head.

"I can't help you with that. They are unique to the energy asking." He spoke. "I can tell you that writing them down, sleeping on them can help." He paused. "I want to help you find Orin, please let me know whatever you need." He spoke. There was a knock to the office door and a Paige entered carrying a jewelry box. He handed it to the king, bowed, then exited quickly.

"A gift for your fiancée, " he spoke handing the box to his son. Namor studied the box then opened it slowly. Inside was a bracelet a gold chain of dolphins. Each dolphin had a small emerald for the eye.

"This was my mothers," he whispered in awe.

"She would have been excited that you were getting married, and would want your fiancée to have it. I want her to have it." He smiled.

"Thank you father." He spoke. He stood as did his father. They shook hands. "I need to get back, as soon as we have a plan on how to find Orin, I will come back."

"Do," he spoke and escorted his son to the door. They parted ways, Theoren watching Namor leave, then he turned and went back toward the archive, it was his turn to seek out information.

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Chrissa was filling a box with of food containers, preparing to take them over to Namor's apartment. After cancelling her appointments at the hospital where she worked, she needed to keep her mind busy and so she started cooking. She had toyed with the notion of going to the Watchtower, but if felt weird to do that without Namor. She grabbed the bottle of wine she had gotten for him and set that in the box to. Granted it was only 9 in the morning, but what the heck.

Chrissa didn't want to admit that she missed him; she didn't want to be one of those fiancés. She didn't really want to admit she was scared of what him taking on his old persona as the hunter meant. She loved him, but a small part of her worried he would reject her like he did before. It hurt so much when he rejected her the first time, she wouldn't survive if it happened again. After finding her keys she set them by the box and went to go shower and change before she went to his apartment.

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Namor knocked and there was no answer on Chrissa's door, so he used her hidden key and entered the home. He saw the box loaded with food and smiled, she as a nervous cooker. It struck him, what was she nervous about. He cocked his head and heard her shower running, he smiled, it was time to try and sooth whatever she was worried about.

Chrissa just stood in her shower back to the door letting the water sluice over her body. She sighed as the kinks in her shoulders seemed to relax. "Things will be fine." She spoke out loud as she reached for her loofa.

"Absolutely fine," the deep and exotic voice of Namor spoke. Suddenly he was right behind her skin to skin, reaching past her for her loofa. He kissed her shoulder as he trapped her in the cradle of his arms as he lathered up the sponge and brought it to her chest and began to scrub gently. She sighed and leaned her head back against his chest. "I see you have been cooking." He purred in her ear. She could only nod. "You only cook a lot when you're worried, what are you worried about love?" he spoke nibbling on her ear as his hands bombarded her body for the sake of cleanliness.

"I…" she moaned as a free hand began to massage her intimately.

"Yes you, who had a whole host of appointments today? Why are you home Chriss, why are you worried?" He purred.

"I ….was scared about you going to Atlantis. I was trying to be brave about you becoming him again, but part of me is so scared that you will like that life more than me."

In a breath, he had her spun around facing him and pinned against the tile wall. She gasped at the cool tile at her back. His gaze was penetrating and she gasped, he looked different. He cupped her face in his hands. "You have nothing to be afraid of. I was a fool before and I'm not one to repeat foolishness in this lifetime." He kissed her unabashedly. "You gasped." He whispered. "You think me different? I am but nothing that would or could tear us apart. I love you Chrissa, more than I can say." He spoke. She kissed him and he slid his hands down to her waist to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around him and she got to welcome him home properly.

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Rob Palermo was cruising the currents to Hawaii from Miami, when he felt the disturbance in the waters, there was a small craft, disabled floating listlessly. The problem was that it was being circled by a school of sharks. Rob swam towards the distress hoping to make it on time before the sharks got aggressive.

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The beast was lazily swimming when it sensed the predators. 'Mine' he thought. There was prey in the water and he didn't want to share and with a strong push from his tail fin, he headed toward the future meal.

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Orin swam effortlessly in the tangle of currents. He had one goal, the waters nearest Pompey. There were ruins, very old ruins that only the chosen knew of where the relics were held in safe keeping. The currents had to be just right to access the chamber, and with luck he would time it right. He only wanted the scroll and the dark Trident. The story was told that at Atlantis' creation a fork broke off the original trident and the dark one was formed. It held the power to fight the King of Atlantis who ever that may be in power. The power could only be accessed through the tests on the scroll, like the challenges of the gods; Orin had to complete the missions to achieve his goal. Now if Mera had developed the list like he asked, he would clean up the oceans of evil, and challenge for the seat of the throne, ascending giving his wife and unborn child the life they deserved.