Author's Note: This is my first Young Justice fic. It's actually my first fic in general so this might not have turned out exactly as I wanted it to… but oh well I guess. This will be a multi-chapter story, probably about six or seven so stick with me! I worked really hard on this but thanks anyway to Nat (sweetandunknown) who put up with my millions of spelling and grammar errors. Only true friends will do that :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice… or else I would have more than one episode a week.

Chapter 1

Wally

If there was anything Wally hated more then the team without Megan there to flirt with, it was being wrong. Especially if he was being proven wrong by a certain whiny, blonde, son-of-a-bitch archer that he was forced to call his teammate. Even saying her name made him want to vomit.

"If you hadn't tried to be all macho then I would've had her!" The blonde archer fumed for the millionth time as she, Wally and the rest of the team trudged back to the cave after a rigorous training session with Black Canary. Wally rolled his eyes. If anything good had come from their constant fighting, it was the fact that he was getting really good at drowning her out.

"Well you were already down, no big surprise," Wally retorted back, throwing his hands up in exasperation and stopping his trek back to the cave. Dick ran into him and Wally grimaced as the Boy Wonder's elbow pierced his stomach. The speedster shoved him away, a little harder then expected, and narrowed his eyes at the blonde standing in front of him. "Sorry dude," he murmured as Dick hit the floor and his utility belt items scattered around him. Before Dick could even reply, Wally turned back to the blonde dressed in green. "So what the hell was I supposed to do? I had a better shot so I took it!" Wally shouted, knowing the defense of his actions was futile. The blonde put her hands on her hips.

"No! I know your tactics Wally! I've seen you do them enough!" She shouted and crossed her arms. "You purposely 'ran into me' at that hyper, spastic speed so I would be down. That way I wouldn't take your big moment!" The archer exclaimed, her hand straying dangerously close to her bow. "My God, Wally! Is it so difficult to admit that and move on?" She added.

"God damnit!" Wally fumed. "Just drop it, Artemis! I'm sorry I took your big chance and I'm sorry that the prissy, little princess can't let anyone else have a moment either!" He continued. There was a pregnant pause. "Even though you were nowhere near close to taking down Canary, so I don't know what you're even talking about!" Artemis' eyes hardened and the two got in each other's faces. Just as the archer in green was going to reply, Kaldur stepped in the middle of the two.

"Stop it! You guys must stop arguing about such trivial thing!" The Atlantean said, gesturing to pretty, little Megan to hold back a seething Artemis who was practically foaming at the mouth. In spite of himself, Wally let out a laugh. He didn't know anyone who would get so angry over such simple things. And if Artemis was miserable, it meant he was doing his job. Artemis glared the king of all death glares at him and he smirked in reply.

"Seriously guys!" Innocent and adorable Megan chirped, stepping out from behind Artemis. "You're bringing the rest of the team down with your constant fighting!" Wally rolled his eyes; he and Artemis got this lecture at least once a week. Without missing a beat Wally replied,

"I'll bring you down to the altar, Green Cheeks," with a wink at Megan. Artemis rolled her eyes as Megan's fair, green face tinted a light shade of pink. Superboy shot Wally a pointed glance and put an arm around Megan's shoulders.

"That's funny, Wally," Megan said with a small laugh as she followed Artemis, who was stalking back to the cave.

Wally turned his attention back to Kaldur, who was watching them leave, Superboy, who was standing with his arms crossed and his ever-present frown on his face, and Dick, who was still on the floor, scrambling to gather all the fallen items from his utility belt.

"Women," Wally shrugged. "I'll never understand them."

Artemis

"What is wrong with him?" Artemis raged as she and Megan entered the main room. The blonde threw herself on the couch and Megan immediately entered her favorite room-the adjoining kitchen. "I don't know why he can't just admit that he was wrong and apologize! Why can't he just let it go?" Artemis heard the clang of pots and pans from the kitchen behind her then saw Megan's lower to the ground to pick up the giant pot she had dropped.

"Guys are weird," Megan said simply, drying her hands on a blue dishtowel patterned with snowflakes. "Like look at Conner for instance," the little Martian girl said, sitting beside Artemis on the couch. "His moods change in an instant. One minute he's all sweet and the next," she snapped her fingers. "He's all angry and throwing things around the room."

"But you and Con are different," Artemis said, twisting a golden-blonde lock around her finger. "You guys are… together. He's allowed to be moody because you'll… accept him or whatever." Megan laughed at Artemis' attempt at explaining the relationship, the tinkling sound filling the room.

"So how exactly are we different?" Megan asked, heading back to the kitchen and picking up her heavy cookbook.

"Like I said," Artemis began. "You and Conner are a couple. Wally is literally just around to piss me off." Megan made a face.

"He's not just the problem," she said, throwing this and that into the pot.

"What do you mean?" Artemis asked, picking up one of Megan's Seventeen's and flipping through it. Megan leaned against the counter and crossed her arms.

"It wouldn't kill you to at least try to be nice," Megan finally said slowly. Artemis raised her eyebrows at her friend's reply.

"Excuse me? I'm the one who needs to be nice?" Megan sighed and went back to the stove.

"I'm just saying," the Martian said, stirring whatever was simmering in the pot and taking a quick taste. "You guys fight all the time. Sometimes he starts it, sometimes you do. Either way, it's bringing a bad dynamic to the team. At least try to be friends? For all of us?" Artemis thought her eyebrows would fly off her face at the idiocy of what the Martian was saying. Then she sighed.

"Fine. I'll try. But if he starts anything, the deal's off." Megan's face lit up and she ran to hug the archer.

"Thank you so much! You and Wally will be the best of friends!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah," Artemis muttered. "The best of friends."

Megan

"I'm going to have a shower," Artemis announced, standing up from the couch and heading in the direction of her bedroom.

"Okay!" Megan said cheerfully. "Dinner will be ready in forty-five minutes! If you're not out I'll save you a bowl!" Artemis waved gratefully over her shoulder as Megan put a top on the soup. Just as she did, the boys entered the room loudly, arguing about whether someone named Megan Fox was attractive or not. Megan made a mental note to search this 'Megan Fox' character on the 'Internet' later, a thing that Wally had explained to her last weekend.

"Hi Conner," the little, green girl said with a blush as he walked in, dragging Robin by the collar of his jacket.

"Honey, I'm home!" Robin called to Megan, which earned a firm tug of his clothing from a glaring Conner. Wally eased the Boy Wonder from the annoyed clone's grip and grabbed an apple from the porcelain fruit bowl before casually hoisting himself onto the counter beside the Martian's cuisine.

"So," he paused, taking a bit of his apple before continuing with his mouth full. "What's cooking good-looking?" He smiled at Megan and could almost feel the glare of Superboy's nonexistent heat vision on him.

"Way to go idiot, now you have two people mad at you," Robin chided with a smirk.

"Just a little soup I whipped up," Megan smiled modestly and ignored the Boy Wonder's comment. Conner then made his way towards her, pausing to peck her cheek before making his way out of the kitchen for a shower. The poor girl nearly fell over, and gripped her ladle; turning all of her attention to the soup rather then the three spectators still present.

"Thank you for cooking, Megan," Kaldur grinned sincerely, slightly amused at his team's antics and genuinely thankful for her kind gesture.

"Mm-hmm!" She squeaked, blushing.

"It's a little late to charm Meg, Kaldur," Robin scolded teasingly. "She's already found her Superboy." Megan's head lowered, and Kaldur shoved the younger boy lightly.

"Well," Wally emphasized and threw his apple core at the trash can-it missed and was levitated in by a flustered Megan. "I think I'll go thaw the ice queen." He hopped off the counter clumsily, and exited from the kitchen. Megan shook her head. These Earthlings could never just be nice...

"I don't think that's such a good idea!" She called to Wally as he walked in the direction of Artemis' room. Kaldur shook his head and rolled his eyes lightly, leaning over Megan's pot for a taste of soup.

Wally

Wally knocked on Artemis' bedroom door, slightly put off by the pictures of actors and boy bands taped over its exterior. He didn't think Artemis was that kind of girl. After standing outside her room for a solid five minutes and feeling like an idiot staring into the eyes of a young Leonardo DiCaprio, Wally finally twisted the knob and softly entered the room.

It took his eyes a minute to adjust to the light in Artemis' room. The lights were off, and the room was completely dark except for the faint glow of her cell phone screen on her desk. Wally waited for Artemis to yell at him for barging into her room without permission, but it never came. He heard the water turn on in the bathroom the girls used next door and grinned devilishly.

Wally flicked the light on and was astounded at how normal the ambiguous archer's room looked. He didn't know what he expected; maybe a few normal, girl things like cosmetics and jewelry, or magazine cutouts of actors and bands plastering the walls. And he certainly wouldn't put it past Artemis to operate an international drug cartel from her bedroom. But alas, her bed was made neatly and covered in a simple, white comforter. The nightstand and desk were also bare except for several schoolbooks littering the surface of the latter. Only a hairbrush and hand mirror sat on her dresser. The closet, upon further inspection, was filled sparsely with some clothes and an extra school uniform for the nights that she slept at the base. A soft blue covered the walls, which were also bare except for a poster of one of the guys from Glee, (something Megan DVR'd every Tuesday.) Her bedroom further proved Wally's theory that Artemis was born without a personality.

Wally snickered at his own joke and walked farther into the space, his footsteps making the wooden floorboards creak. The redhead's eyes were drawn to the nightstand where there sat a lamp, a clock and what looked like a framed picture. He trudged across the area and grabbed the silver, metallic frame, studying the photo inside.

It was a picture of Artemis and some guy. It looked like it was taken in one of those photo booths at the carnival and was blown up to fit the frame. In the picture, Artemis was perched on the nameless boy's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. She was smiling broadly, seemingly in the midst of a laugh with her mouth open and teeth bared. The guy, who Wally concurred was blind and deaf, was hugging Artemis around the waist and was kissing her cheek, his eyes squinched shut. He looked stupid. Wally took the picture out of the frame and turned it over, noticing someone had written on the back of it.

"To my darling, Artemis," it read in squiggly writing. "Happy six month." Then it went on with a lame poem that rhymed the word 'blonde' with 'God'. The note ended with, "Love, Justin xoxoxo" and three hearts. Wally snorted at the overall cheesiness of the thing. Artemis sure knew how to pick 'em! He never knew Artemis had a boyfriend; the speedster had always pegged her as the type of girl that scared guys away.

Looking at this couple captured in time clenched in his hand made him feel something. It was probably because he was protective of Artemis since she was his teammate and therefore, felt responsible for her well-being. However much he hated to admit it, they had each others backs.

Wally stared at the photograph a moment longer, pocketed it, then continued rummaging through Artemis' belongings. He got on his hands and knees and started the look through the closet when he heard humming, what sounded like 'Moves like Jagger', from behind him. "Shit," he muttered, praying that Artemis wouldn't see him.

He dropped to the floor and tried to quietly roll into the closet until he came in contact with on of Artemis' shoes, a precarious-looking heel, lying carelessly on the floor. He faltered and rolled to the other side of the closet, causing Artemis' shoes to scatter around noisily. She whipped around and Wally clambered out of the closet and turned to look at her for the first time since she had entered the room. Her body was wrapped in a green towel and her long, blonde hair was wet and tossed over one shoulder.

"Well," Wally said, attempting to be casual. "This is awkward." He tried not to make it too obvious that he was checking her out. Not that he thought she was pretty or anything, but there was an almost naked girl in the room with him, how could he not? She pulled her towel together around her.

"For which one of us?"

"Touché," Wally grinned. Artemis walked to the door and held it open.

"Door, meet Wally, Wally, meet door, before my foot meets your ass."

"We've already been acquainted. Tell Leo I give my regards." Her eyes narrowed at his response and he stood up to match her height.

"Wally, leave! This is a total invasion of privacy! Get out of my room!" Artemis shouted, holding her towel and standing awkwardly, still sopping wet, as she gestured to the door. Suddenly, Wally remembered the picture and pulled it out of his pocket.

"Who's this?" He asked over her screams of 'get out' and 'I'm going to kill you'. Her screams ceased and her eyes widened at the sight of the photo.

"No on," she attempted to reply coolly.

"It's obviously someone." Artemis ignored him and started to yank clothes from a drawer of the dresser. "Oh! Is he your boyfriend, Arty?" He taunted. Artemis blushed and turned her attention back to the redhead.

"No!" She exclaimed. "Now get out! I need to get dressed, you perv!" She began to shove him out the door with her right hand, her left holding her towel tightly around her.

"Well he sure looks like your boyfriend," Wally reasoned, stopping in the middle of the threshold and turning towards the blonde. Her cheeks pinked again and she placed her right hand on her hip, sticking her chin out.

"Just. Get. Out," she said slowly, enunciating every word. Wally smirked and noted that she avoided his statement. "Wally, I swear to God!" She bellowed in reply to his smirk. Wally rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he said as he walked to the door. Artemis looked relieved. "I hope your boyfriend and his boyfriend are very happy together," he added, leaning against the doorframe. She turned from where she was brushing her hair at the desk.

"What?" She questioned, malice dripping off the word.

"I just said that I hope your boyfriend and his boyfriend are very happy together," Wally repeated. Artemis glared.

"What are you trying to say, West?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that if your boyfriend has a thing for archers he must find you and Red Arrow very attractive," he said with a malicious smile. Artemis' face dropped.

"You're a real ass, Wally," she said bitterly, slamming the door in his face. Wally smiled as he heard the lock click. He wandered away and upon entering the living room, found Megan with a magazine in her lap and Dick and Kaldur playing Xbox.

"Did you know that Artemis has a boyfriend?" Wally asked, sinking onto the couch and directing his question to Megan, who looked up excitedly.

"Oh my gosh, Wally!" She exclaimed. "You and Artemis are dating?" Wally made a face.

"Ew. No. Ugh," he said disgustedly. "Never in a million years."

"Unfortunately, that was the last time he had a girlfriend," Dick said, without missing a beat. Wally glared at his best friend and Dick chuckled. "You can't say that I'm wrong."

"No, but I can say that you're an asshole."

"Touché," Dick said with a lopsided grin.

"Should we really be discussing a teammate's personal life?" Kaldur questioned as the start menu appeared on the TV screen.

"Well when a teammate chooses to be in it that I suppose it's a necessity," Dick said with a pointed glance at Wally, who only rolled his eyes in response and picked up a controller.

Author's Note: I know that not very much happened in the chapter but it was basically an introduction to the relationship between Artemis and Wally. More will happen in the next chapter, I have something interesting planned Please review! I want my characters to be in character so if they're not, by all means, tell me and I'll fix it :D