Welp, here's the second half. Hope you like it. =D

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Minutes passed, and there was still no sign of the team. The snowstorm still hadn't stopped, and fresh snow almost covered the exit of the small cave. Artemis hadn't moved much, and sat quietly next to the fidgety speedster, her arms wrapped tightly around her thin body, trying to get as much heat as she could.

Speaking of the fidgety speedster, Wally was anxiously watching her, getting more worried by the minute. He almost wished that she would say something, blame him for this, shout, be her sarcastic self, but she wasn't. Seeing her like his frightened him, and he knew that neither of them would survive longer in this place.

He himself was beginning to feel the cold around him, and he could only imagine what Artemis felt like. All he could do was sit in silence and desperately wait to be rescued.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Wally said finally.

"What'd you want me to say?" Artemis replied dryly. "That it's still my fault that we're stuck here, or that I'm your least favor-"

"Do you ever shut up?" Wally interrupted, shooting an amused look at Artemis.

She rolled her eyes. "I could ask you the same thing." He couldn't help but smile a little at that.

"You're gonna freeze, you know." Wally reminded her.

"I think we already established that, genius."

"Well.. yeah.. But," he paused for a moment. "Here, let me help."
Before Artemis could protest or even ask what he meant, Wally slipped closer to her and swung an arm around her shoulders.

Instantly, she felt warmer. But Artemis wasn't sure if it was from his abnormal body temperature, or her flushed cheeks the moment he touched her. She would always argue that it was the first.

"What're you doing?!" she exclaimed, immediately jabbing her elbow into his stomach and pushing him roughly to the icy ground.

"Hey - ouch! What was that for!?" Wally shouted indignantly, looking up at her in surprise and annoyance.

Artemis' already flushing face became warmer. Huh, maybe they wouldn't need to share body heat if this continued.

"What were you trying to do?!"

Wally rolled his eyes at her. "Relax, I'm not trying to murder you.. Although you might be!" he glared, clearly still offended at having been wrongly pushed to the ground. "Body heat, remember? If you don't want to die out here, you'll listen to me."

"That's the last thing I'd ever do…" Artemis muttered under her breath. "What makes you think I want to.. Cuddle with you?"

Wally felt his cheeks grow warm. "Well.. uh.. Don't call it cuddling, call it surviving. That work for you, Harpy?"

"Maybe.." Artemis grumbled in response.

"Good. So, next time I do something like this, please don't try to kill me." Wally told her dryly, picking himself up and sitting down hesitantly next to her. Artemis only rolled her eyes.

They sat next to each other stiffly, Wally eventually wrapping his arm around her again. It did work, and soon they both loosened up a little, and sat almost comfortably together. Almost. Of course there still were the sharp remarks of Artemis, and the annoyed protests of Wally, but the two got along for once. And it was only for "surviving". Or at least they liked to think that.

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The sound of the bioship suddenly filled the air, and the two hurried outside to see M'gann waving at them from above.

Soon, they were inside, and the team immediately began helping them. Artemis had evidently caught a cold, and she, much to her annoyance, had M'gann fussing over her.

"Anyone have a spare jacket? I need one for - Artemis! Don't you dare remove that hot water bottle. Good." Miss Martian slapped her friend's hand away, causing her to grumble and cross her arms indignantly. Of course her friend took no notice of that, and continued to, "Bother me," as Artemis put it.

"I have one," Wally told M'gann, holding up a red and yellow sweater, a smirk tugging on his lips. Artemis watched him unfold it, and much to her dismay, there was a very large lightning bolt in the front.

"I am not wearing that!"

"Not your choice, darling," Wally said in a mock-polite tone. "You'd look ever so nice in this."

Artemis glared at him. Behind them, Robin snickered. "Of course she would, Wally. I mean, what sort of.. Spitfire wouldn't look good in your sweater."

At this, Wally's face flamed up. "It's not like that!" he exclaimed.

"Sure it isn't,"

"It isn't!"

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Would you just give it to me?" she asked flatly. Then turning to the thirteen year old, "If I look good in this, maybe you should give Zatanna a batman one. Or a Robin one," she smirked.

"Wh-what?! Pfft. Nah, she wouldn't! Why would I even give her one. I mean, it's not like-"

"Don't even try it, Bird Boy," Wally grinned.

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A week later in the cave, Artemis knocked on Wally's door. "Here," she told him, holding out the neatly folded sweater.

Wally looked a little nervously at her. "Keep it."

"Why would I do that, again?" Artemis lifted her eyebrows.

"Because it's awesome!" Wally replied cheerfully. "I mean, have you seen the kid flash logo on it? Sa-weet!"

Artemis snorted.

"Whaaat?"

"Oh nothing. Surprising how you think I'd want something of yours, that's all." Artemis smirked.

Wally only quirked an eyebrow at her. "Alright, don't keep it," he shrugged. "Although I meant it when I said you looked good in it."

Artemis' face flushed.

Wally smirked. "Keep blushing, Harpy. You could give the flash a run for his money,"

"I'm not blushing!"

"Keep telling yourself that," he grinned, disappearing around the corner of the hallway, leaving a flustered archer behind.
Before he turned the corner, however, Artemis could've sworn he winked at her.