To Lyger 0: Of course, the worst-case scenario is that Adrien and Marinette get to spend the first week of their honeymoon in Greece, which isn't exactly a bad trade-off!

To Geft: Do you mean the Disney movie? I haven't put any specific references to it into the story, but the description might have some similarities.

Adrien placed a hand on Marinette's hip as they activated the elevator from the office down to the Heroes of Paris' Headquarters. A large suitcase rested next to them, pushing Marinette almost entirely into Adrien's arms as the elevator's glass dome emerged and formed around them and slid down into the floor. Marinette hugged him tighter, nestling her head in below his chin, and Adrien leaned backward against the side of the elevator. He smiled tenderly, shifting his arms a bit to wrap her tighter, holding her even closer to his chest. Since their (official) wedding yesterday, they hadn't actually been apart for more than three minutes at a time! Marinette hummed, shifting slightly in his arms so she could trace a line of kisses along his neck and chin. Sighing, Adrien kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

She hummed softly, turning her head up to look into his eyes. "I know this isn't what you had planned for our honeymoon," she murmured. "But I think it will be fun."

He smiled tenderly. "I'm not upset," he answered just as quietly. "As long as I'm with you, it really doesn't matter to me where we go. Plus, with the mess at the Riviera, the owners gave us half-off for the time we will be there." He smirked, wagging his eyebrows at her, and his hand slipped around to play with the hem of her blouse. "Besides, we had all the alone time we wanted, to engage in 'typical honeymoon activities' as often as we could, the first time around!"

Her cheeks took on a rosy hue, but her eyes suddenly dropped, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Does that mean you don't want to do it anymore?" she asked in a husky tone. "Because after last night…"

He flushed. "I didn't say that…"

"Are the two of you going to be like this the whole time?" a vaguely-familiar voice asked in amusement. "Because everyone else is ready and waiting."

"Trust me, Fins," Plagg drawled. "If you gave them half a chance, they really would do this the whole time. And worse."

"Plagg!" Tikki chastised him. "Don't be rude!"

"He started it."

Flushed in embarrassment, Adrien glanced away from Marinette's equally-red face to find an unfamiliar man standing at the end of the paved path through the butterfly garden, watching them with his arms folded, a deep blue Kwami perched on his shoulder, a fish hook stuck through his lower lip. Plagg and Tikki hovered beside him, Tikki glaring daggers at Plagg. Giving his own Kwami an annoyed look and trying to regain his composure, Adrien coughed. "I take it you're… Neptune?" he asked the man, cocking his head.

The man nodded, holding out a hand to them. "Art. Nice to meet you – formally, I mean."

Releasing Marinette, Adrien took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake, before Marinette did the same. "Likewise. Glad you're joining us for this trip," Adrien told him. "Hopefully your ability will come in handy with this one."

Art hummed, glancing back toward the rest of the group gathered around the lounge. "When Ms. Makarova said you were looking for answers about Atlantis, and that you needed help from the Atlantean Miraculous that lets you breathe underwater, how could I refuse?" He shook his head ruefully. "To be honest, I think I've been waiting for this opportunity… years. I've been trying to understand all I could about this–" he gestured to his lip ring "–ever since Merman gave it to me six years ago. If I can find out where it came from and how it came to be in Hudson Bay so many centuries ago…"

Marinette smiled sympathetically. "I don't know if you'll find all the answers," she warned him. "But hopefully we'll learn something."

"Hey, anything we find out on this trip will be more than I knew before," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "I'd call that a win."

Adrien let out a breath. "I hope we do find something out. But since we don't really know where to look…"

Tikki flitted over to him and patted his cheek gently. "Don't worry. I took a look at the sextant – I think I recognize it. Its power is based on Arro, and she always finds what she's looking for."

Her mouth set in a firm line, Marinette extricated herself from Adrien's arms and took his hand, tugging him in the direction of the portal lounge. Sitting on the couches and armchairs, Claire, Mira, and Francisco were deep in discussion with Pegasus, a large stack of luggage taking up most of the space in front of the portals. Marinette smiled in relief. "It looks like everyone is ready to go at least," she mused to Adrien, as she led the way down the path.

"Doorman dropped me off… thirty minutes ago?" Art furrowed his brows, stifling a yawn. "Stupid time difference. The others were already down here then, waiting on you."

"Do you need some coffee before we leave?" asked Adrien giving Art an intense look.

Art hummed pensively. "Pegasus made me some when I arrived. But I should top off my cup…"

"Are you all ready?" Pegasus asked them as they reached the lounge and dropped their bag next to the others. Pegasus raised an eyebrow dubiously, examining their single suitcase.

Adrien paused his brows furrowed in thought, and looked down at their suitcase. Clothing, swimsuits, toiletries, Kwamis, he added, glancing toward the pile where Tikki and Plagg sat with Paxx and Perry. Finally, he reached down and opened the travel case Marinette had secured to the top of the suitcase, filled to bursting with power-up potions – some in vials and others infused into cookies and cheese wedges and anchovies. With a sigh, Adrien nodded. "As we'll ever be."

Pegasus let out a breath. "If you run into trouble and need backup, call anytime. I can send support or evacuate you as needed. Although you are bringing half our quick-response team with you, so any support may be delayed."

"Thanks," Marinette told him. "Hopefully we won't need support or an evacuation – at least not until we find the city."

"We will be fine on our own," Mira assured them, folding her arms.

"Absolutely," agreed Art, grinning.

Adrien smiled. "Thank you all for coming with us."

Art shrugged noncommittally. "Not much excitement in Brooklyn these days."

"Still, all the same, thank you," Marinette repeated, glancing toward Francisco. "I know that for some of you this might be more of a hardship and disruption than for others."

Francisco swallowed. "I'm fine," he replied quickly. "Marina is just going to stay in the city another day or so and return home. I think, um, Chloe Bourgeois said she would take her shopping."

"Heaven help her," Marinette muttered under her breath, soft enough that only Adrien could hear it. Adrien smiled, squeezing her waist.

"I will make sure she does not get into any trouble in Paris, and that she returns home safely," Pegasus assured Francisco. "Impératrice Pourpre and I enjoyed visiting with her yesterday."

Francisco furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry?"

Pegasus smirked and threw his fist out. "Voyage!"

Adrien hopped through the portal first, dragging the suitcase after him, and scanned the back alley carefully for any sign that they were being watched. He could see a road at the end of the alley in one direction, but without any visible traffic; the other ended at the back of a large shed. After waiting a moment, Adrien nodded, waving for the others to join him. Less than two minutes later, the portal shut with a whoosh, leaving the six of them standing in the alley between two buildings of a large hotel complex. A faint hint of sea air stung Adrien's nostrils. He let out a breath, glancing back at the others. "Our rooms should already be booked," he told them. "I'll just pick up the room keys now, and we can drop off our luggage before going to meet Poseidon."

Marinette nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand tightly as they made their way out of the alley and into the large, well-appointed hotel lobby. Adrien smiled, watching her eyes widen in amazement as she took in the decorations – a mix of modern and ancient that complemented each other well. Getting into the line, Adrien draped his arm over Marinette's shoulders and kissed her temple. Hardly paying him any attention, Marinette hummed in contentment, examining the curtains framing the large bay windows. On the television in one corner, the news showed a shore lined with beached boats, well above the sea level; the ticker below the image labeled it as along Italian Riviera. Adrien let out a breath: the last they had spoken to the villa owner, the storm had moved on; apparently it had moved down the coast. The woman ahead of them collected her keys and moved away, leaving Adrien and Marinette at the front of the line. With only a few quick pleasantries, the receptionist gave them a professional smile and passed over the keys for their three rooms, and they went outside to find the others. Marinette handed out the keys, and they separated to find their rooms.

Thirty minutes later, the six of them were standing a couple blocks from the University of Athens, in front of a tallish man a couple years older than Adrien and Marinette, with dark hair and an olive complexion.

Poseidon nodded curtly to them, surveying the group curiously. "Welcome to Athens. I hope the trip wasn't too difficult?"

"Glad to be here," Adrien replied. He smirked. "The trip was just a quick… flick of a tail." Poseidon cocked his head to one side, his brows furrowed.

Marinette rolled her eyes. "We used a miraculous to get here – just hopping through a portal."

"Ah." Poseidon nodded in understanding. "The Knight had mentioned that he had a portal in his headquarters. Perhaps that is something Pegasus could do for us, as well?"

Adrien shared a look with Marinette and nodded. "That shouldn't be too much trouble. Especially if we're going to be visiting back and forth a lot – if we do find Atlantis, I'm sure some of the Guardians will want to come and see it."

"New Atlantis has already asked to excavate anything we find," Claire supplied.

"Hopefully, we'll be able to find something to point us in the right direction. Any ideas, Poseidon?" Adrien raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"You can call me 'Dimitrios'. And there are a lot of ancient sites, all around Greece," he replied. "I don't know if any of them are Atlantis…" He chuckled. "Common wisdom says that the legend of Atlantis is about the ancient Minoan civilization that flourished on the island of Crete until its destruction around 1100 BCE. But I suppose you're about to tell me that that's incorrect."

Claire shook her head. "Atlantis was much older than that. Apparently, Atlantis was in this area, but not somewhere that has been searched before now."

Dimitrios shrugged. "Then your guess is as good as mine. You mentioned a device to point you toward Atlantis?"

Francisco pulled out an old brass sextant, polished smooth and bright enough to catch the light, a pair of gems set into the arms and a series of markings lining the base, and held it up. "I'm not entirely sure how to make it work, but according to my Kwami, you concentrate on the location you're trying to find, hold the sextant up to your eye, and turn until you spot the arrow."

"Ancient GPS?" mused Art, quirking his lips in amusement.

"So far, all I've figured out is that it is pointing to something in this general direction," Francisco answered.

"We can test it out," Dimitrios assured him, leaning closer to examine the base. "That looks like Linear A. I can show a friend – he might be able to translate it."

"Before we try following it, though," Claire told Dimitrios, "I had hoped to see the device which gave you your powers."

He nodded in agreement. "I don't see any problem with that," he replied. "But we must've looked around there a dozen times since it activated, and we've never seen anything to indicate who left it or why."

Adrien smirked. "That might be because you didn't have a Kwami or two around to tell you where to look."