Hey guys! I'm working on a fic called 'Of Anti Damsels and Wannabe Heroes' right now and have been for about the past three or four weeks. I will be uploading that soon but for now here's just a really quick drabble that I wrote a long, long time ago in my science class to keep you for the wait! Thanks so much for reading and please review.

Cheers, RoyalVictory

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Wally West is a scientist by nature. He's naturally observant and very good at noticing the little things. Like how Robin's mask is always coming off a bit at the right edge, or how Kaldur tends to mutter to himself in Atlantean when he becomes stressed. How Megan has exactly six freckles, three under each eye, how Conner's scowls are always a little less intense when Megan's around, or how Zatanna never has a single hair out of place – even during a fight.

Just like in science, not one of these things change. They are all constant, like how an atom always has protons and neutrons. Or when you combine two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom connected by covalent bonds you get water. Wally's life is built on science. He believes only cold hard fact. That's why everything and anything impossible annoys him to no end.

Things like Alice in Wonderland, for example. In no universe could animals talk or cats disappear. Nor could you play croquet with a flamingo or get advice from a caterpillar with a hookah. Wally never believed in the tooth fairy or the Easter bunny. He could list the entire periodic table of elements by the time he turned eight but he couldn't tell you honestly that he believed in Santa Claus (that stopped when he turned seven.) He had never been one for fairytales either.

Because he is a man of science, things that he can't understand, or things that are beyond his capability of learning, infuriate him. They make him want to rip his hair out and scream simultaneously. Like girls who could be mistaken for storms because storms are storms and girls are girls. They aren't supposed mix but they somehow do. With rain cloud coloured eyes and golden hair that mimics lightning. With clever comebacks that hit like hail and the agile grace of the wind. Like a storm, she is wild; wholly and completely unattainable.

This stormy girl is a paradox. She has grown up surrounded by hatred and death and shadows but against all odds she has become a hero. It doesn't make logical sense. She shouldn't be on the good side. Sure, she's a little rough around the edges, but ultimately she's a good person. And that just doesn't make sense.

Like a storm, she is unpredictable. Just when Wally thinks he finally, finally has her pegged, she does something to completely throw him off and force him to revise and question everything he thinks he knows about her. She's a whirlwind of surprises and that frustrates him to no end.

But while these things infuriate him, they also fascinate him. How eyes that can be so cold can also be so warm and make Wally's stomach do little flips. How hair can be that soft and the colour of actual gold. How she's quick witted, more so than any girl he's ever met, and how she never lets him get away with anything.

This girl is an enigma rolled into a mystery and packed into a surprise. She is a storm in a girl's body, a complete impossibility. She's a tornado of unpredictability and brilliance and a million other things.

She is Artemis and Wally is positive he will never understand her. If he's honest with himself, he doesn't want to. Because without this girl, with this scientific inequality, without this storm in his life, Wally's life would be terribly boring.

fin.