Sorry about being gone for so long, but I finally got the itch to write for The Lighthouse late last night. I hope you all enjoy. Don't forget to review!

The crowd was loud and boisterous around us as people began to settle and the play was about to start. I sat in my chair a bit bored, sipping my lemonade. The sun beginning to lower and the sky was clear and I was glad I brought my old worn baseball cap.

My red tank top and jean shorts were not helping in the battle against the heat. I shuffled my converse clad feet in the grass and placed the glass to my neck.

Leslie and I had been at the town fair all day. Our day was filled with fatty foods like fried Oreos, ice cream and funnel cake. I hadn't planned on staying late, but on our way out I had walked past a sign announcing a play.

Leslie didn't ask my reasoning for staying-mostly because she was tired- and just waved me goodbye. As I waited for the play to start I went over the notes I had put in my phone. The dream had really stuck with me and all the research I had done weeks ago were starting be all that was on my mind.

In the few days since my dream, Arthur had been on my mind nonstop. I couldn't shake him no matter what. I had dreamed that for a reason, but the moment I'd think it was all possible another part of me would argue and say there was no way.

The set up for the play was nice. Nestled in the middle of the fair grounds, the ocean a backdrop to the makeshift stage built by the kids. The sun was going down now and the air had a crisper chill to it, lanterns filled with fairly lights that lit up the pathways out of the grounds.

The director, Mr. Wyatt, the elementary school principal walked on stage his smile bright as he announced the play was to start. He explained that the kids had been working on this all month and were excited.

I silenced my cellphone and got comfortable.

"Every man and woman knows the tale of the man who comes every year in the King tide, who brings fish and saves fisherman from drowning. He now has a name, I introduce you to: Aquaman!" Mr. Wyatt declared.

A young boy burst onto the stage in a loud orange and green outfit, long blonde hair and a large trident his hands on his hips, radiating power.

The play wasn't as informative as I had hoped but that's what I get for thinking that a school play would be. It was incredibly cute though.

"Dad?" I called into the house, placing my chair and shoes in the closet.

"In here," I heard him call from the kitchen.

"You should have seen the play the kids put on-," I stopped short at the sight of Yvette Wilson,"Oh, hello,"

"Hello, Ingrid, how are you today?" Her voice was stoic and her smile perfect. She wasn't in her suit this time, but a white t shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled into a tight pony tail and her red lipstick tied the whole outfit together.

"I'm fine. Can we help you with something?" I asked trying to be as casual as possible.

"I was just explaining to your father about the renovations my organization would like to do,"

"It actually sounds pretty interesting," My father spoke up.

I looked at him and then at her deciding in this moment I did not want to be here. I opened the fridge grabbed a Snapple and turned back to them.

"Well, you guys have fun. I'm going back to the Carnival," I announced and before my dad could say anything I was out the door.

It was dark now and the carnival grounds were bustling with people, I decided to walk around and just people watch. So many young kids were running around high on cotton candy, I just laughed watching them jump on picnic tables.

I found nice little area to sit in. My spot was about a mile down the bay the carnival sounds were low in the background, the Lighthouse shining brightly and the waves were below my feet. I dangled my feet over the edge of the dock and fiddled with my phone.

I spent many hours researching the King Tide and the man the children dubbed 'Aquaman' that now all the research was the same. From what I gathered from the older locals he started showing up about thirty years ago. He would save drunk sailors, people who had fallen off the pier, collect an incentive-usually alcohol- deliver the fish and leave. He never stayed longer than three days.

Why did my mind try to tell me it was Arthur?he has to be in his early thirties, no way he's old enough to be this Aquaman. A lot of the things I've seen Arthur do would be explained if he was this man. I shook my head, chuckling to myself, I can't entertain that nonsense. It's just a folklore. But then again, Batman does exist and so does Superman so it can't be that far fetched.

Arthur was now on my mind though. I remembered the night I stayed over during the storm. The way his voice sent chills down my spine, the way his scent on his clothes calmed me. I sighed, Leslie was right, I had the hots for Arthur. Anybody in there right mind would.

"Not thinking about jumping are you?"

I screamed and jumped out of my skin, my hands coming up as I spun around scrambling to my feet.

Familiar laughter escaped the man in front of me and I glared at Arthur. He was doubled over laughing, his arms glistening with sweat. His hair was pulled messily atop his head, some strands curled from the water on his body. His worn old grey t shirt was cut to show off his arms and the side of his ribcage, and darkened with sweat. Black running shorts and no-

"Where are your shoes?" I asked.

Arthur stops laughing and straightens up,"I scared the shit out of you and you're concerned about my lack of footwear?"

"Yeah, I mean, you look like you just went running but you don't have shoes?"

"Wait, were you checking me out?"

"What? No! Just- stop just showing up!" I huffed walking past him.

He followed,"You're right,"

"What?"

"I went on a run,"

"Without shoes," I snuck a peak at him.

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Why?" He laughed,"Because I wanted too,"

"Right. Why are you out this late running anyways?"

"God, what are you my mother, Ingrid?"

The way he said my name made me quiver and I picked up my pace.

"You know when you walk fast it's kind of cute because you have to ur so much effort into it,"

I glared at him,"You didn't answer my question,"

His fingers wrapped around my arm and spun me around to face him,"There. Isn't that better? Having a conversation face to face?"

"Conversation? You insulted me the last we spoke," I exclaimed.

"And so did you. Remember the baskets? So, we're even,"

"That's not how that works," I grumbled, turning on my heel,"Anyways we aren't friends remember? And-,"

"Ingrid," The serious shift in his voice made me stop and look at him.

"What?"

"I think that boy just fell over the edge," He said before running to the concrete barrier.

"What do you mean, you think? Did he or didn't he?" I screamed following him.

Below us the waves crashed against the wall and it was so dark,"Oh my god. Oh my god. It's just like my dream- but different because-,"

Arthur spun to me,"I need you to keep a look out," He said pulling his shirt over his head and I had no time to gawk at his half naked body before he dived.

"Arthur?! Be on the look out for what?!" I yelled at the water.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, but I my phone wasn't picking up service.

"You have got to be shitting me!" I looked over into the water to see if I could see them, but when I couldn't I began to panic,"Ok, Ingrid you need to call 911, Arthur can't get back up, the walls like 30 feet high!"

I moved father and farther away from the edge hoping to get a signal. Finally, I did. They'd arrive in five minutes, they were at the carnival.

"Thank god!" I spun around stopping short and the site of Arthur giving CPR.

"Wha-,"

"Watch out," A man shoved me out of the way and I recognized him as the father of the teen from my dream. Next, the paramedics arrived taking over compressions from Arthur who stalked towards me, grabbing my arm.

"Ow! Why are you pulling me away? We need to make sure he's ok," I gasped looking up at him,"Arthur?"

He didn't seem to care that I was talking to him or that I was trying to get out of his hold because he just dragged me towards the Lighthouse.

"Arthur! Let go of me, you're hurting me," I tried to pry his fingers apart, but it was useless, so I threw all my weight into my feet. They caught slightly and Arthur groaned wrapping his arm around my waist picking me up.

My body was flush to his, my legs dangling off the ground as he swung the gate open to his yard, and with a swift kick to the bottom of the door we were inside.

"Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hollered as he let go of me shoving me into the living room. I spun around to face him.

"I told you to keep a look out! What if somebody saw me?!" He yelled, his back was rising with anger and his fists were clenched.

"Saw you? You saved that boys life, what does it matter if somebody saw you?"

Arthur spun around, charging at me. I screamed and back into the wall, terrified. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute and my hands were shaking. His arms came up, boxing me in and I bit my lip from letting out a cry.

Arthur was heaving, his body shaking with every labored breath. He leaned down, laying his forehead on my shoulder, his drenched hair slapped against my arm.

"Don't play coy with me. I know you're a smart girl, you figured this out the first day we met," he growled.

I stayed silent too scared to speak. Slowly, Arthur raised his head. I clamped my eyes shut too scared to look at him.

"Ingrid," His voice was exceptionally calmer now,"Open your eyes,"

I shook my head.

"Ingrid. Do it," He added more base and my eyes snapped open.

"Oh my god," I breathed.

His eyes, they were so bright and beautiful. Glowing the same color I had seen that day in the water and the night of the storm.

"You're Aquaman."