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Chapter 1


"Okay, Artemis. Truth or dare?" M'gann asks. I roll my eyes.

"Are you guys really making me do this?" I ask.

"Yes!" Both M'gann and Zatanna yell at the same time. I groan in defeat. I really just want to get up and leave. Just go home for the night, even if it means facing my mom. But I can't do that. Not to Zatanna. She needs this girl time to get her mind off of her dad.

And maybe I do, too.

"Alright, fine! Truth!" I yell. Zatanna and M'gann exchange glances and then begin whispering with faces of concentration. How hard is it to come up with a simple truth? Can't they just ask me what my favorite color is, or something? M'gann's eyes light up.

"Hello, Megan!" She yells, and then whispers something in Zatanna's ear.

"That…is…perfect!" Zatanna cries out in delight, and then turns to me with an evil grin. Uh oh. "Alright, Artemis. What is your opinion about Wally?" She asks. My eyes widen.

"Dare." I say quickly, changing my mind.

"We dare you to tell us what your opinion is about Wally." Zatanna says. Damn it.

"I think I make that pretty clear everyday." I tell them. Like it's not obvious to them! He can't go one second without insulting me!

"Then you should have no problem telling us." M'gann says.

"What's wrong? Hiding something from us?" If only they knew.

"Okay, this is ridiculous!" I yell in annoyance, standing abruptly. "I don't have to answer this! Can't we just braid each other's hair or something girly like that?"

"Don't make me use a truth spell on you." Zatanna challenges, her blue eyes full of exhilaration. I know she'll do it in a split second. My eyes narrow at her in an icy glare before I sit back down and answer her.

"Fine! You wanna know my opinion on him? He hates me and I hate him and we're just one flaming ball of hate! There! Happy?" M'gann snorts in laughter and Zatanna rolls her eyes.

"You must be joking." The Martian says with a slight giggle.

"What?" I ask with a little more anger than I should, but I'm not apologizing.

"He does not hate you."

"Okay then, he despises me, he strongly dislikes me, he—"

"Is hopelessly in love with you and refuses to admit it." Zatanna cuts me off.

"Bullshit." I mumble, taking a handful of potato chips from the bowl in the middle of our little circle on Zatanna's bed.

"What does that mean?" M'gann asks.

"It's not something that you say around adults." I respond, but avoid her question. Apparently dear old Uncle J'onn hasn't explained the concept of cursing to her yet. I wonder what else she doesn't know. "Anyway, he's not in love with me. He doesn't even like me."

"Either you're crazy, or blind, or both. He does like you! He calls you beautiful all the time and freaks out whenever somebody comes close to hurting you."

"He calls me beautiful because he knows that it annoys me," I say quickly. "And he's just looking out for his teammate. I'm sure he would do the same for the both of you. And Kaldur. And Robin."

"But he doesn't," M'gann says in observation. "Ever since the exercise, his first instinct has been to protect you. It's really cute, actually."

"That's only because I went into a coma!" I say, running out of excuses. "He thinks I'm weak, which I'm obviously not, so really he's just insulting me and—"

"Just look at the footage of the training exercise from a couple of weeks ago. He is crazy about you, okay?"

"So, he freaked a little when I died, that doesn't prove anything!" I say defensively. "M'gann was scared as hell, too. That doesn't mean that she's in love with me! And besides…how would you know about the exercise, Zatanna? You weren't even a part of the team back then."

"Batman showed me the footage. And I'm sure he'll be willing to show it to you, too. Trust me. You'll see what I'm talking about." Zatanna persists.

"Can we move on, please? M'gann, truth or dare?" I say, quickly trying to change the awkward subject, rubbing my temples because thanks to a certain magician, I have a migraine now!

"Um…dare! Ooh, this is going to be fun!"

It's funny.

It's funny how all of my walls can be broken down in one little move. Funny how only a minute ago, we were yelling at each other, spitting out insults and profanities, and now, he has me pinned against a wall, kissing me deeply. And the funniest thing about it?

I don't want it to end.

Not now, not ever.

Because his lips just feel so perfect on mine, like they're meant to be there.

I absentmindedly run my fingers through his messy red hair, making it even more unruly. I just can't believe I'm doing this. I mean, Wally West of all people! It's honestly a little bit pathetic. But I don't care about that right now. All I care about is the way his lips move perfectly in sync with mine. We stop for a moment to breathe, and I notice with embarrassment that I had wrapped one of my legs around his waist. "Sorry." I say in a small voice, about to detach myself from him. But he puts a hand on my leg just as I'm about to remove it from around his body.

"Don't be." He responds, and then grabs my other leg, wrapping it around him also. Then he lifts me up, using the wall to help him support me. I tangle my fingers in his hair once again, pulling him closer to me (which is really an accomplishment, because he was already so close to me that we were practically one being). I lean in to kiss him again, and a desperate fire burns in me as I find myself tracing his bottom lip with my tongue, begging him for entrance. He quickly obliges, and we explore each other's mouths until something interrupts us.

"Recognized; Superboy: B04, Zatana: B08, Miss Martian: B05, Robin: B01."

"Wally…" I murmur into his mouth, but he doesn't seem to hear me. "Wally, there are other people coming." I try again. He stops kissing me, only long enough to say,

"Let them." And then continues to press his lips to mine. I sigh. He's clearly not going to listen to reason in this situation. I reluctantly pull my lips away from his, removing my legs from around his waist and sliding down the wall. He groans in defeat. "Fine."

Before I know what's happening, I'm in his arms—bridal style—and we're traveling at the speed of light. We finally stop in a dark, unused bedroom. "Where are we?" I ask.

"Does it matter?" He responds, setting me down on the bed. Then he takes off his shirt before kissing me again. Do I really want this? I ask myself. I'm not really sure. I've never done anything like this, and honestly, I'm a little scared. But I'm so desperate right now. Maybe it's just the heat of the moment, and I'll wake up in the morning and regret it. But for now, I let my hands explore his bare skin.

"Artemis…" My name sounds like beautiful music coming from his mouth. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks, and even in the dark room I can see his beautiful green eyes perfectly, searching for an answer. I just nod in response, because I don't think I can manage to say anything. He hesitates for a second, and then, he practically rips my tank top off. I bring him closer to me, kissing him with so much fire and passion that I think I might explode in the heat. Then he breaks away from my lips, kissing my jaw line. Damn, does this boy know how to make a girl feel good. He slowly moves down to my neck, and I moan in pleasure. I can feel him smiling against my skin as I move my hands down to his waist and unsuccessfully try to get his belt off. He laughs at my attempt, and I almost smack him in the face. Nobody laughs at me…

"Here, babe. Let me." He says, and easily slides his pants off. Then he reaches for my waist and slides off my shorts and after a moment of hesitation, my lingerie. I don't object. He discards them on the floor with the rest of our clothing.

And then I realize what I'm doing. And even more repulsively, what I'm doing with Wally West. But I refuse to come to my senses. Because just before I was about to yell at him and give him the beating of a lifetime, I had looked into his eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes…and now all my anger is gone. I grab him by his hair and pull his face down to mine, smiling before I kiss him. I can't help but feel like this is meant to be.

He starts kissing me everywhere. My nose, the outer corners of my eyes, my ears, my jaw line, my neck, and then he starts to go lower. And the little voice in my mind screams at me, Do you really want Wally West to do this to you? But for the first time ever, I ignore my instincts. I just lay down and close my eyes as he kisses every part of my body…

I wake up with a start, hot and sweaty. I take in my surroundings. I'm in Zatanna's room. M'gann is next to me on the floor in her own sleeping bag while I'm in mine with a bunch of potato chips laying on my stomach and on the floor. Great! I must have fallen asleep eating. Zatanna's going to kill me when she sees the mess I made. And then I remember what happened and look down at myself, only to find that I'm fully clothed.

So, what happened with Wally…it was just a dream? But how? It felt so real! So real that I didn't even stop to consider if it was a dream. Usually my dreams are really random and don't make any sense. And those are just the ones that I remember. I can't even recall more than half of the dreams I've had. But I remember this one perfectly. It was so real and emotion filled! I can practically still taste him on my mouth. "Artemis? What are you doing up?" A tired voice says. I look up to see Zatanna, clutching her bed-sheets up to her shoulders to cover the skin that was exposed by her tank top, staring at me with confusion. Then I look at the alarm clock and see that it's 3:00a.m. Great.

"I just had a nightmare. Go back to sleep." The sleepy fourteen-year-old gives me a wary look.

"Are you okay? You look…whelmed." I roll my eyes.

"God, you're starting to sound like Robin." I say, and she laughs when she realizes what she had said.

"Sorry…he's kinda growing on me." She says with a blush that's about as red as Wally's hair. I gasp in realization.

"You…you…you like Robin! Holy shit!" I whisper-yell, careful not to wake M'gann.

"No, I don't!" She defends herself, though it's extremely unconvincing.

"Come on! Admit it!"

"I'll admit to liking Robin when you admit to liking Kid Flash." I cross my arms.

"Not fair! And even if I did like him, which I'm not saying I do, I wouldn't make it so obvious as to blush every time his name is mentioned and look away every time I'm caught looking into his eyes…or, sunglasses in your case." At this, M'gann opens her eyes and sits up groggily. Oops. Guess we were being a little too loud.

"What's going on?"

"Zatanna likes Robin!" I say. M'gann's eyes widen.


"Zatanna!" I mimic her whiney voice.

"Is this true?" M'gann asks in an excited voice. Zatanna hangs her head and sighs, her dark hair falling in front of her face.

"Alright, fine! It's true! I liked him the second I saw him! Are you happy, Artemis?"

"Ecstatic." I say with a smirk. M'gann squeals.

"Oh my God! This is so great! Oh, I can't wait to tell Conner! We can go on double dates and—"

"No! No telling Conner!" Zatanna interrupts. "Let's just keep this a secret between the three of us, okay? Girl talk."

"Oh, right! Hello, Megan! No telling anyone about your best friends' crushes! Sorry!"

"It's alright." Zatanna says. I get up and brush off the potato chips from my sleeping bag.

"Well, I'm going to go get something to clean this mess up. Sorry about that by the way." I say, glancing over at Zatanna.

"Why don't you wait 'till morning to do that?" She asks, laying back down on her bed.

"I would," I say, standing up. "But I'd rather not wake up with potato chip crumbs in my hair."

I walk out of the room and close the door, only to be greeted by that really unnerving familiar laugh. "Robin…" I say in annoyance.

"Yes?" He asks, coming out from the shadows of the hallway.

"Were you eavesdropping on us?" I ask. He smiles evilly.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't."

"Don't say anything to Zatanna, okay? Or I will shoot you." He mock salutes and then disappears once again.

"See ya around." I can hear his voice in the shadows.

"Stupid kid. Knows too much." I mutter under my breath.