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Author's Note: Sorry about the long absence, guys. Let's just say that real life caught up to me.

This is another reasonably long chapter, which makes for more reading...which can't hurt, right? I hope you guys enjoy this one, as I particularly had fun writing it out.

Also, I would like to formally announce that if anyone wants to see a certain drabble written for a certain pairing (or a continuation of a drabble already written), you can most certainly say so in your reviews. I'm always open to more plot bunnies (though it may or may not take me a while to get to them, depending on what is happening in my life at the moment.) There are also other Disney AU drabbles I had already written (for Spitfire or otherwise), and your responses would make it easier to note which one might receive more reception.

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Chapter 4: The Little Mermaid

He was likeable, for a man. But from what Queen Bee had often told her men weren't supposed to be likeable— just used.

Which is why she couldn't help but feel uneasy around this…this Wally. This prince.

"What's the matter?" he asked, green eyes peering into her own. She blinked at him, and he stepped back a bit. "Sorry about the close-up. You just looked overwhelmed for a second. I'm guessing this is your first time in the big city?"

The 'big city,' as he called it, lay just outside the palace. She remembered sneaking peeks at what she could whenever she snuck to the surface, but to be in the middle of it all actually did make her feel…what did the man say? Overwhelmed. There were people, walking, and everywhere. Even little people, and the way they ran on their split-fins absolutely boggled her. How can anyone move so fast on those things?

She felt a hand slip into her own, and saw the redhaired prince look at her with something gentle in his eyes. Something that even made her heart of stone pinch.

"I know being lost at sea must have been a real shock for you," he said, kindly, "and I want you to know that I'll do everything I can to make sure you're okay."

Oh, the gods were cruel. Queen Bee was cruel. Of all the men to seduce to his death, why him?

His hand tightened around hers, and the grin he flashed her as he pulled her along was more than enough to make her stumble. Just a bit. "Interested in dancing a waltz with me, my lady?"

'What's a waltz?' she wondered, but she allowed him to draw her into his arms and guide her through whatever a waltz was. Not that she wanted to, of course. It was simply a necessity.

But as she was swung around in a whirl of green and smiles, she felt for the first time that she was actually flying.

That evening Wally decided to take them out on a boat to a nearby lagoon. It made her feel much better. Being nearer to the ocean gave her focus, made her more keen to follow through with her purpose.

He certainly had strong arms, for a human. As he moved the paddles, his muscles bunched and unfurled, creating a rhythm that made it hard to look away.

Damn. She was the one who was supposed to be doing the seducing.

"Okay, I think that's far enough," Wally remarked. He stopped rowing and rested his hands on the sides of the boat. "Floating is just as fun, right?"

'No, you're just lazy.' She settled for a nod and a smile. He smiled back, oblivious, and looked out across the water.

The moon was full, and the shadows were soft. His hair seemed darker in this light, and his very being was relaxed and unassuming. It was the perfect picture of romance— at least, she would say so if she was more experienced in such things.

Maybe now was the time. Here, where the ocean was so near and where they were sitting only a little bit across from each other and where there was no one else to witness them. What did Queen Bee say? 'A slant of the eyes, a wisp of a smile, a softer whisper of a touch. Tease and leave him wanting.'

She hooded her gaze, moved forward the slightest bit—

"You know, I don't think I know your name." He was staring at her now, intense and inquiring, and she shifted. He leaned forward, hand on his chin. "Maybe I can guess it…how does Lily sound?"

She shook her head, frown prominent on her brow. "I guess not. Marisol?"

She made sure to show her displeasure with that one.

"Megan?"

At that one she almost slapped him on the arm. Of all the names to guess, that was what came to mind?

Wally's laughter was light and nervous, his hands held out in surrender. "Sorry, sorry. I'm actually not that good at guessing games…any way you can give me some sort of clue?"

Hmph. Fine. But only because he was starting to look so stupid, staring at her like that. But what clues could she give?

She pointed at the moon. He turned to look at it, then back at her. "Sooo…Selene, then? That's a pretty name!"

Oh for the love of—

She gave an emphatic shake of her head and crossed her hands. 'No.'

"Well I did tell you I was kind of bad at guessing games. Nice try though."

Ugh, this man was impossible. What did she care? So what if she was curious about how it would sound when uttered from his lips—

"Aw, don't give up on me just yet." She glanced at him, and he looked almost desperate. He cared that much? "How about one more shot?"

Shot. That's it!

Once more she pointed at the moon. But this time she made a motion as though with a bow and arrow, as seen in that one painting that fell to the bottom of the sea. The painting that each siren looked at and knew at once to be a rendition of the Moon Goddess.

"…Artemis?"

She flinched in surprise. So that was what her name sounded like when he said it. As though it were an amazing discovery, precious and beautiful.

Why did it make her feel so warm?

"Artemis," Wally repeated. This time she looked at him, and saw a million things in his gaze. Things that she didn't understand, or didn't want to. And why did it seem like he was moving closer?

His hands took hold of hers. They were calloused and warm. She could feel his lifeblood racing, and could almost hear his heart beating twice as fast. Was it working? Was she seducing him?

Or was it the other way around?

Artemis leaned in closer, her eyes closing. It doesn't matter, she thought. So long as they both get what they want, right? Even if she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted anymore…

The press on her lips was feathery light and barely there before the boat tipped over and plunged them into cold, wet blackness.

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