The life 3

Atlanta was horrified to hear about her son. Tom just held her as she grieved. "Ok honey, I think it's time I stood, my feet are asleep." He teased. She blushed which was extraordinary with her blue skin. She crawled off his lap and stood and pulled him to stand. "Thanks," he smiled and hugged her. She lowered her gaze from his. "No, you don't hide from me, not ever. You understand?" he spoke raising her chin with his index finger. She nodded. He kissed her lips gently again. "Now before we head home, I think I need to phone a friend for some help," he smirked. He pulled out his cell phone and called the Tower.

"Hey Star, it's Tom is Namor around?" he asked.

"Nope, he went to water to help Rob Palermo."

"Can you text him my GPS coordinates and have him meet me here."

"You okay?"

"I'm fine; I just need his help with something." He spoke and hung up.

"No he can't see me." Atlanta protested.

"Attie,"

"I'm a siren, Tom, the mortal enemy of Atlanteans."

"But you are Atlantean." He shook his head. "And you are my wife." He spoke. He took her left hand in his and brought it to his lips he kissed each clawed finger gently.

"You are crazy you know that?"

"Wouldn't be the first time you've told me that." He grinned and pulled her into another hug.

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Rob knew when Namor was close. "Ok, you folks stay up on deck. Know that you are safe and that help is coming for you.

"Who are you?" the father asked.

"Just someone to help." He spoke and smiled and dove into the ocean with no splash.

It took Namor and Rob just a few minutes to get the disabled boat closer where the Coast Guard would be searching. When they were done they swam miles from the boat then surfaced to talk. Namor's watch chimed, it had a text message. He hit a button and read it. He shook his head.

"Trouble?" Rob asked.

"Just a busy day." He frowned.

"I'm going to head home," he spoke. "I'm going to get my family and bring them closer. We'll stay in town." He spoke.

"Thanks, I will let you know what's going after I take care of this." Rob nodded and disappeared under the water's surface. Namor sighed and did the same thing.

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"Orin?" Mera asked sweetly and put her hand on his chest and shook him gently. HE only groaned. "Orin? Honey." He opened his eyes and squinted.

"Mera?" he asked weakly.

"Oh thank goodness." She spoke. He sat up and hissed when he felt the burning on his back.

"Ouch." He hissed.

Mera moved to look at his back and it took every ounce of her strength not to let her natural state come to the surface, the tattoo, it was the mark of Poseidon, the one who banished the sirens eons ago. She moved to look at his face and cupped his cheek, staring at the gold earring he now sported in his left ear and with a chain leading to a small gold cuff to his left lobe. "What in hell did you do?"

"What I told you I would. I went to petition for the tasks to challenge for my birthright." He smirked. He moved to stand and wobbled slightly. She used her weight to support him.

"And?" she questioned.

"How about you, how did your list making go?" he asked changing the subject.

"It sort of pales in comparison to what you've been through, are you ok really?"

He sighed and nodded. "I'm freaking hungry and I could sleep for a week."

"So let's get you taken care of."

"And then we can take care of your list." He spoke yawning and awkwardly putting his arm around her waist. Mera watched Orin eat a meal for 3, yawning through the huge feast. When he was done he smiled at her, then just moved to the bed and collapsed on his stomach and fell asleep. She paused for several moments then moved to his side and knelt staring at the tattoo he now brandished. It was a bright sun with 6 rays on it and a crescent moon resting in side of it. There was only one ray of the sun filled in. She sighed and only shook her head. Her eyes moved to his ear where he had the cold cuff on his lobe with the chain that linked it to his ear, the earring of Poseidon's warriors. Mera rocked back on her heels and sighed, her plan was very slowly starting to backfire. She was kicking herself for forgetting about the mark of Poseidon as it hadn't been seen in years. It was the mark of death for sirens, a sign of their mortal enemy. She didn't know if her compulsions would last or even her ability to be near him. She head meant to conquer Atlantis and she set herself up for failure. She shook her head, 'in for a pound,' she thought. She really needed to find her sisters, to wreak what havoc she could and then hide in the depths of the ocean.

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Theoren knelt on bended knee as he waited for the powers that be to grant him audience, as they had done his son. The light dimmed and the temperature dropped dramatically. A deep timbered voice then spoke echoing in the chamber. "Arise, son of the sea, and tell me why it is that I have had 3 of you petition the oracle in one day?" Theoren looked up to see an image of Poseidon standing before him. He stood while trying to collect his thoughts. "Forgive me grandfather." He spoke. "I and my son have petitioned you this day, there is a third?"

"I know you are here to seek answers for the trouble that is brewing. "

"So Orin petitioned you also?" Poseidon just nodded.

"He has petitioned me for the tasks that will give him the key to the dark trident." Theoren cursed creatively in Atlantean. Poseidon just smirked. "I gave him the tasks."

"What?" Theoren asked.

"Not to worry I didn't give him the tasks for the dark trident. I gave him tasks for a dark trident."

"Isn't that splitting scales grandfather?"

"Yes and no." he spoke. "The seas are in unrest, there is a darkness stirring that could be the destruction of all life both above and below water. The fact that Orin is currently not under his own free will is only the beginning. The monster known as Luthor and his ability to manipulate sea life has angered me greatly. The laboratory that was found that seemed to be a catalyst for this entire mess isn't the last. There are at least 2 more out in the seas."

"Is Orin well?"

"He's….." the image wavered. "I cannot say as this needs to come to fruition. He is a loyal as you and your son are and nothing and I mean NOTHING can change that. No matter how hard the attempt is to try. His marriage to the surface woman and birth of their child is a blessing indeed. "

"And the trident he's petitioning?"

"One of the lost that is a carrier of the old power. Just as yours is, just as the knife is that Namor carries. The secrets of all 3 weapons will be revealed in time."

"So many riddles grandfather."

"Yes there are grandson which is the way of the oracle, and my prerogative. " he smiled. "Know that I have faith in you and your family to see the oceans and the world above through this." He spoke. "I do forbid you to speak of this to your boy as this needs to come to be without any interference." Theoren winced.

"As you wish grandfather." He spoke. The room illuminated and the image was gone. Theoren massaged his temples, he had a hell of headache growing.

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Namor reached the boat and gripped the ladder on the end; he hauled himself up and stood on the top rung, staring at the human holding the siren. "Haven't we done this once already?" He asked interrupting the couples canoodling on a lounge chair on the deck. Atlanta buried her face in the crook of Tom's neck and he just kissed her head.

"Thanks for coming." Tom spoke rubbing her back. Namor just smiled at the couple.

"Nothing to thank me for yet. Care to tell me what happened?" he asked.

"Not to speak for my wife, but Attie is a lot self-conscious about her bite." Namor nodded his understanding. He made his way from where he stood to the couple as they were curled up on the deck.

"Atlanta how long has it been since you were bitten?" she shrugged and spoke her voice muffled by Tom.

"Honey he can't hear you. Come on darlin' he's family trust him." She sighed and turned to face Namor who was looking at her sympathetically.

"A few days maybe." She spoke trying to open her mouth as little as possible.

"Well, there is still a little time then to reverse some of the effects." He smiled. He pulled the knife from the sheath attached to his lower left leg. "Tom, Siren are strictly carnivores, and hunt a lot like the shark, they scent blood. The poison of the particular species that bit Atlanta takes 5 days to set in. What I can reverse with my blood is the more aggressive effects of the poison. I'm afraid I can't reverse the skin hue, but her teeth should return to her own." Namor took held a hand to her. She looked at it strangely. "Tom do you have bandage material on board?" he asked.

"OF course." He spoke.

"Can you get it for me?" he spoke. Tom nodded. He nudged Atlanta to stand and she took Namor's hand and let him pull her up. Tom ducked into the cabin and came up quickly with the first aid kit. "Now, after this Atlanta you won't ever have to do this again."

"Do what?" she asked.

"Drink my blood." Namor spoke as he took the knife to his wrist. He held it up to Atlanta's nose and her teeth became even more prominent. She then grabbed his wrist in her hands and brought it to her mouth and sniffed then latched on. All the while Namor was repeating a phrase in Atlantean. Tom watched in horrid fascination. Time stood still. Atlanta then pulled back and then rushed to the edge of the boat and began retching purging her body of the blood and poison. Tom rushed to Namor to render first aid. Tom looked over at Attie as she still purged her body. "Atlantean blood, pure Atlantean blood has healing properties. We are all taught as children how to do that." He got quiet and looked at Tom who only smirked.

"Like I told her, I don't care about the pigment of her skin, she's alive and with me, I can have no greater miracle than that." He smiled.

"You're a good man, Tomas Curry." He spoke. "There is definitely a lot of you in my cousin."

"Good," he smiled. "Now we just have to find him," he smiled as he tied off the bandage and went to Attie who was at long last done vomiting. She was coughing slightly. "Hey Namor can you go down below and get us some drinks?"

"You have beer?" he asked.

"Absolutely." Tom grinned.

"Perfect." He spoke and headed down below.

Attie just stared out to sea. "Gonna look at me?" Tom goaded. Attie just shook her head. Namor came back up three long necks. "I know you would rather brush your teeth but this should get that taste out of your mouth." He spoke handing her a bottle. Attie took it and took a good long pull from it. Tom just chuckled. She then turned to face him and smiled. "There she is." he smiled and pulled her into his arms.

Namor smiled and took a pull off his beer and sighed. "Tom can I borrow your phone?" he asked. Tom set his beer down and pulled it from his pocket and handed it to Namor. Namor dialed Chrissa to give her an update.

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Orin woke and the room was quiet. He looked over to the other side of the bed and it was empty. He yawned and stretched and then climbed out of bed. He noticed that the hotel room door was open and he stood and went to check it out. He opened the door further and stepped out on a dock overlooking a bay. He went to go back into his room but the door was gone. Orin turned back to the dock and there was a man sitting at the end a cooler next to him and he was fishing.

Orin was curious, he walked down to the end of the dock and saw the man tan, aged, but not old with salt and pepper hair. He looked down at the man who seemed so very familiar.

"You lost?" the man asked with laughter in his tone.

"No are you?"

"Nope, I know who and where I am how about you?"

"I know who I am but not so sure about the where." Orin spoke confused.

"Have a seat, have a beer." The man spoke nudging the cooler slightly with his elbow. Orin shrugged and sat down and grabbed a beer, opened it and took a sip.

"Sir forgive me for being rude, but do I know you?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"Do you always answer questions with questions?"

"Do you always ask silly questions?"

"I am a son of the sea a Prince and I will not sit here and be insulted…."

"Oh relax fish boy." The man spoke. "Don't get your fin in a twist." He teased.

"Sorry?"

"What are you doing out here? Why aren't you with your loved ones?"

"I was with my wife, I'm a newlywed," he spoke.

"A happy marriage?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"You didn't smile when you said it. What's she like?"

"She's like me, and we're going to have a baby." He again spoke flatly.

"For a newlywed expecting his first child you just spoke of it like a dentist appointment."

"So?"

"Do you mind if I tell you a story?" the man asked Orin.

"Certainly,"

"Years ago I knew a boy who lost his father in a war. His mom washed up on a tiny beach and stole the heart of a soldier there. The boy was curious, enigmatic, and just a great kid. HE was so smart, picked up things so quickly like a sponge. When he turned ten he lost his mother in a tragic accident. HE was so lost, so broken, but when he rallied he rallied strong and became a man a father would definitely be proud of. Fast forward like 18 years and he fell in love, found a spunky enigmatic wife who took all of what he was with all her heart and they fell in love and got married. She is expecting their first child, the only problem is that HE is in trouble now and isn't with her."

"What kind of a freaking idiot would leave a treasure like that?" he asked.

"One who is in trouble and can't find his way."

"Moron."

"Being a little hard on him aren't' you?"

"Not a chance." The man just studied the sea prince and smirked. "What was the purpose of that story old timer?"

"You remind me a lot of the man."

"You know him well?"

"Very." He spoke. "So tell me of your bride, how did you meet what is she like?"

"WE met….."Orin thought, "She and I…" he spoke confused and there was a head ache brewing behind his eyes. "She is like me and a definite lover of the sea."

"Well there's that." The man spoke.

"What is that supposed to mean, who are you? Do I know you?"

"It means that the man I spoke of when he would speak of his wife, he would describe her as heaven, and she challenged him, fought with him, loved him and consoled him. She gave his life more, of everything. You speak of yours like a brand new pair of shoes. Doesn't that mean something? Doesn't something not feel right?" he asked. "I can't answer if you know me only you can do to that. You having this encounter is your subconscious telling you something, listen. Pay attention or you WILL lose all that is important to you."

"How dare you talk to me a Prince of Atlantis that way!"

"You know what MY BAD." He spoke back. "I had taken you for a man of honor, not a coward."

"What?"

"A piece of advice before you storm off. Remember when you get to where you are going, there she'll be." He spoke. Orin stood and turned and slammed into the door of the room.

He sat up in a cold sweat, what an unreal dream. He shook his head and wiped his brow. He looked to his left and the bed was empty he turned when he heard noise in the bathroom. He slipped from bed and padded to the bathroom door which was part way open. He nudged it to see his wife, in the tub, all blue and with a serious gnarly over bite. "Mera? What the hell?"

A/N: Next to be updated- See Me, Epic, Recon. of Oliver Queen( I struggled with this one when the reviews stopped :( ) and I promised a friend of mine when I got control of the WIP's there will be more chapters to Eros, between the end and the epilogue...so...happy reading.