Author's Note: The year is 2012..or is it 2013...seriously when did I last update this? Anyways, I'm setting a scene here. The year is 2012 and there is stuff happening. Probably. I don't know, it's been a while. But heeey, like I wrote this pretty quick. Woo?

Summary: "I think there's a coyote." Wally whispered urgently, "Except it sounds like a cow." the speedster mumbled to himself. Wally seemed to consider this for a moment before returning his attention to the archer, "Roy...there's a cowyote."

Disclaimer: I ooown stuff and things. However, Young Justice is not one of these things.

The (Mis)Adventures of the Red Haired Duo

With All Its Living Things

Part Seven

From this day on, Roy would never ever ever allow Oliver and Barry in the same room alone again. Every time they would come up these "play-dates" for their (sidekicks) partners. To their credit, Roy and Wally both came up with numerous excuses to get out of these little ideas. One time Roy went as far as to go over to Dinah's stating he thought they needed to bond. Yeah, no one really bought it, especially Dinah. She decided if he wanted to use her as an excuse, he would pay for it by cleaning and reorganizing her entire loft. Roy felt two seconds away from tossing the couch out the window if she told him to "move it another inch to the left" again. Though there were times when neither of them could weasel their way out. Like now.

"This is your fault." Roy growled the moment Oliver's car turned off the dirt road, obscured by the line of trees. Much like the trees surrounding both he and Wally this very moment. Roy hated everything.

Wally made a small noise of protest, "How is this my fault?" he huffed, pulling on the strap of the duffel bag at his feet. Roy gave the younger a look of absolute exasperation or one suggesting he was two seconds away from punting Wally's bag into the woods. Honestly, Wally constantly mixed up all of Roy's expressions seeing as how they all consisted of a frown.

"You should of known this was going to happen." Roy accused, "You just had to mention how you've never gone camping before." he shook his head picking up his own two bags, "How have you never gone camping before?"

"Oh I'm sorry I haven't cleared my schedule of having a life so I could go frolic in the woods and crap in dirt holes!" the younger shouted shouldering his bag stomping away a few steps before stopping, "I have no idea where we're going."

Roy tossed the bundled up tent at Wally's back, "Carry that and follow me." he ordered stepping past Wally. "We mind as well set up the tent," he glanced back, "You can make the latrine."

"I hate you so much."

.:...:.

"Why is there only one tent." Wally asked tossing his trowel to the side looking thoroughly unhappy with his completed task. All the same he sincerely hoped he dug a hole deep enough cause there was no way he would be the first to give it a test run. He'd let Mr. Machocampingman do that.

"Because only one tent was packed." Roy hammered down the final tent spike, "Apparently Ollie doesn't know the different between a single tent and a double."

"Dibs."

The older teen's head whipped back to glare at the younger, "You can't call dibs!" he declared, "If anything I should get the tent because I set it up!"

"Only because you made me dig your dumphole!" Wally argued, "I could of set it up in seconds even if Uncle B said I can't." He added the last part quickly seeing Roy ready to protest. That was one of the guidelines to this super fun camping expedition. No powers. Frankly, Wally didn't see how it was fair. He was the only one with actual powers between the two of them. It was all part of having a "normal week of fun". Normal sucked.

Plus, Wally felt ninety percent sure the bow shaped bag Roy had wasn't fooling anyone. Totally unfair.

"Well, since you've already got the practice in, you can dig yourself a nice little hole to sleep in." Roy smirked, dusting his pants off as he stood.

Irritated Wally said the first thing that came to mind; "I'll dig you a hole to sleep in!"

Roy quirked an eyebrow folding his arms across his chest, "...Wow."

"Yeah, I'm not proud of that."

.:...:.

Part of Wally hoped Roy had been kidding earlier when he refused to share the tent with him. The very least they could do would be a trade off seeing as how the speedster had no desire to sleep out in the open. When Roy tossed him a bundle of sticks and told him to get started on building a "stick fort" for the night Wally plotted his revenge. He happened to be mid plot (which so far involved raising an army of rabbits...not really his best plan so far) when Roy spewed a string of profanities.

"Please tell me you touched poison ivy." Here's to hoping beyond hoping the archer would do something so common.

Roy punted an empty bag across their little camp nearly toppling his perfect not stick tent, "There's no food."

Now those were three words Wally never liked to hear, "What? How?"

"Of course Oliver forgot to pack food. I should of known he would forget something." the archer mumbled to himself as he knelt beside his other bag.

"You know, I could just go and get some. In fact, I could just go find us a hotel to stay in instead. Cause hotels are awesome. Dirt is not." he really hoped Roy would go for it.

"I got it covered." Roy waved off Wally's comment pulling a familiar bow from the bag. With a flick of his wrist it extended to its full form.

"Um...what are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to go forage for nuts and berries." Roy's voice dripped with sarcasm as he pulled his quiver free, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"First off, rude." Wally held up one finger which just so happened to be the middle one, "Second, I doubt hunting is even legal here."

"What they don't know won't hurt them." Roy said over his shoulder walking further into the woods, leaving Wally alone with his in progress stick tent.

"You're an awful role model for small children!" the speedster shouted after him.

.:...:.

"You killed Bambi."

"No. I got us dinner. Stop saying I'm killing Disney characters."

"Then stop killing them."

"Yeah. No."

.:..:.

"Wally! I'm going to kill you!" Roy's shout reverberated through the woods back to their campsite. The speedster cackled. He was becoming really great at digging holes. So much so he could successfully make a pitfall trap.

"Son of a bitch! Really!? How many are there!?"

Okay fine. Traps.

.:...:.

"Roy." He was dreaming and this annoying voice would simply go away if he just stayed asleep. "Roy!" and the shaking would stop too. Any moment now. "Roy! Wake up!" Damnit.

"What?" the archer growled two seconds away from pummeling the speedster.

"I think there's a coyote." Wally whispered urgently, "Except it sounds like a cow." the speedster mumbled to himself. Wally seemed to consider this for a moment before returning his attention to the archer, "Roy...there's a cowyote." Roy never heard the speedster sound so serious before in his life. Now that was just sad.

"Maybe if you go and let it eat you, it'll go away." the archer suggested. After a moment of silence he started to wonder if the speeder actually considered it.

"Nah, I'll just stay here." Wally said, shoving Roy over who grunted with surprise, "Looks like we're snuggle buddies." Wally might of laughed when he heard the archer start to grumble.

.:...:.

"Roy."

The archer sighed heavily, looking up from the fire he was currently stoking towards the speedster who was laying on his back staring up at the night sky. "What?"

"What do you think those lights are?" Wally gestured towards the sky.

Roy tilted his chin up, his brow furrowing, "Are you talking about the stars?"

Wally seemed to completely ignore Roy's response, "I bet they're fireflies. They just got stuck up in that big blueish black thing."

The familiar line clicked with Roy, "What is with you and Disney movies?"

"Hey Roy." he could just barely seeing a smirk playing on the speedster's lip, "I can see what's happening."

Roy sighed once more, returning to poking the fire, "What?"

Wally hesitated briefly, unsure if his companion was actually playing alone or genuinely asking. Still he pressed his luck. "And they don't have a clue."

"Who?" Roy asked, feeling a grin of his own starting to form.

Wally rubbed the back of his head into the ground to get a better look at Roy, now with a full blown smile, "They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line: Our trio's down to two."

"Oh."

"The sweet caress of twilight. There's magic everywhere. And with all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air~." Wally sang the last words horribly off pitch.

To the end of his days, Roy would forever deny this night ever happened.

.:..:.

"Do you think Batman ever brought Robin camping?"

"Doesn't sound like something Batman would do."

"What if it was like, extreme camping? On some desolate island where Rob had to punch bears on a regular basis?"

"I'd believe that."

.:...:.

"Get out of that tree and help me!" Roy shouted circling said tree for the fifth time. Every so often he'd find a moment of freedom to glare at the speedster who took refuge within the branches. With a (super manly) yelp, Roy resumed running around the tree.

Wally plucked a leaf from the branch above the one he perched on. "I'd really rather not. I feel safer up here." Wally leaned over to get a better look at the one running around like an idiot, "Think of it as nature seeking revenge after killing Harvey."

"Who the hell is Harvey?" Roy shouted now waving his arms above his head. Wally really hated how all devices were confiscated, otherwise Rob would never believe him when he told this story later.

"You know, Harvey the Rabbit. With Jimmy Stewart?" When there was no response Wally tutted, "Roy you uncultured swine."

"Get down here!"

"And sacrifice my own face to a Bluejay's talons? Pass."

"Wally so help me."

"Maybe it's a sign your choice in baseball teams suck." Wally mused doing his best to stop himself from laughing at Roy's situation. There was no way anyone would believe this one.

.:...:.

"Hey kids! How was your we-Roy what happened to your face?" Oliver asked once he stepped foot out of his car. Roy glowered at his mentor tossing the bundled up tent before going around to the other side. One door slam later Roy sat in the passenger seat leaving Wally and Oliver outside with the rest of the bags.

Oliver waited a beat then turned back towards the remaining teenager. Unlike the archer, Wally sported a kilowatt smile. Though like Roy, Wally did have a few scratches on his face along with some dried leaves sticking out of his hair. "So, did you have a good time?"

The speedster nodded, picking up the bags with the help of Ollie. "The best time." Together they stored the camping supplies. "I don't think Roy is ever going camping again."

"Did he have that bad of a time?" Oliver asked closing the hatchback.

"The last night nature really rejected Roy." Wally explained, "Long story short, he's probably going to have nightmares about Bambi trampling him to death." He finished getting into the back seat.

Oliver stood outside the card, glancing towards the woods then back to the car. He knew Barry was crazy when he suggested the two would love camping. They should of gone with his idea of go carting.

Eh, next time.

End of

With All Its Living Things

To be continued in Part Eight

Final Thoughts: Yo like..there's going to be a part eight. It's all started and stuff. I'm trying to be better. But I feel like I'm rejoining too late. I'm thankful I was part of the YJ fandom during its prime. Everything was pretty awesome then. I'm going to try and immerse myself in the awesome once more and hope I come out better for it.

Till next time, this is Fallen saying: Stay classy readers.