Here's the first chapter in my Young Justice love story. You have to message me and tell me who you'd like Cody to be with more. Aqualad or Red Arrow. You may not know which you want more now, but you can still tell me later on. So, I hope you like it and please review. Thanks!

Chapter 1
Almost

Cody stood in front of her bedroom mirror and just stared into it. Her long brown hair hung down to her shoulder blades while her pale green eyes looked at herself. Her skin was always pale, no matter how long she spent outside. She was an average height sixteen year old girl. She was skinny with the curves growing up usually gave girls. She was dressed in a black tank top and black jogging shorts.

Sighing and looking at her watch, she turned and headed out of her place. She walked outside and stretched for a couple minutes so she wouldn't pull anything as she ran. She made sure to run every day as well as working out in other ways. She had to make sure she kept up with her training.

After stretching, Cody took in a deep breath and started running. She usually went fifteen miles each day. Or she tried to at least. It didn't take her very long to run that. She was fast. She had been doing it for years after all. She also ran as fast as she could. It was great exercise that and it kept her in tip top shape. Other times, she pushed herself too hard and she made herself tired.

The day was rather hot. The sun was high up in the sky, beating down on all of the world. Cody slightly cursed herself for not making herself waking up much earlier to go running before the sun raise completely in the sky. It would have been cooler then. However, being the sleepy teenage girl she was, she remained in bed and shoved aside that simple thought of pulling herself from her comfortable bed and outside for a fifteen mile run. Plus, she had had a rather long, tiresome, and eventful night. Sleep just seemed more welcoming than sweat and physical activity did.

Cody ran all over the city of Happy Harbor. She liked to check everything out. She saw the main shopping part of town. The high school that she was going to be attending starting that week. She could see people heading in and it seemed she caught some attention from people outside. She was a new face and new faces usually weren't common in Happy Harbor. She just looked away and ignored the other teenagers. She wasn't a huge fan of attention so she just turned her back to it and continued on with her run.

She continued her run and her exploration of her new home. She had only just moved there a couple days before. She didn't choose to move to Happy Harbor for any reason really. Well, maybe she had. Seeing as the places name was 'Happy' there had to be something there that made it get its name? She was looking for a new start. She was looking to be happy. Other than that, there wasn't any reason she went to Happy Harbor.

The mind of the teenage girl wondered as she ran by the beach. At sixteen years old, one would think that living on their own would be difficult. However, she didn't complain. Her parents had apparently died in a house fire. They had been quite well off and had left her everything, including all rights to their company. Seeing as she didn't remember her parents nor did she know anything about Hollowood, New York where she had apparently lived all of her life, she sold most of the stuff in 'her' house and bought a small little place in Happy Harbor. She had enough money to completely pay off the house and buy a motorcycle. She had enough money to sustain her and her hobby for the rest of her life really without having to work. She didn't know if she wanted to do nothing for the rest of her life though.

So, Cody enrolled herself into Happy Harbor High School. Sure, it'd be weird to be the new student in school and she'd get all of that attention she didn't like, but she had to do something other than train and motocross to keep herself busy. Plus, even if she hadn't of moved and decided to go to school back in Hollowood, she would have still felt like the new student. Seeing as she couldn't remember anything or anyone.

Doctors back in Hollowood had diagnosed Cody with amnesia. She had woken up in a hospital being in very bad condition. She had bruises and cuts all over her body. They asked her if she could tell them who she was and what the date was. She couldn't remember what the date was. She couldn't even remember what her name was. She didn't even know what she looked like until she saw herself in the mirror in the bathroom of her hospital room. Why she couldn't remember who she was? Not even the doctors knew. She hadn't been hit on the head that hard so she wouldn't have gotten amnesia or even been knocked unconscious by that.

However, that was very contradicting to the facts. Cody had been found by the side of the road out in the country all beaten up and unconscious. Nobody knew how she had gotten there. She didn't even know how she had gotten there. They told her that her parents were dead and that she was the only survivor of fire they were in. She was an orphan. She had nobody, she thought. However, then she was told she had a brother that had gone missing a couple years before. She couldn't remember him. They told her his name was Carson.

After a couple months of staying in Hollowood, Cody left. She had nothing holding her there. The doctors said she was most likely going of get her memories back a couple days after she got better. They didn't come back. It was like they were being intentionally blocked out, like it had been too painful to remember. Which could very well have been the case. She could have intentionally blocked out her past from her memory so it wouldn't hurt her. She couldn't really know though. She couldn't remember what it was she'd want to forget, if that was the case.

There was one thing she did remember though. She remembered she was training. She had been trained in ninjutsu. She didn't know who had been training her. She didn't know why she was training either. She just continued doing what she felt she should. So, she ran. She meditated. She practiced in the gym she made in her basement. She just did what she felt was right.

Breathing heavily, Cody stopped at a little refreshment stand on the beach and pulled out a dollar from the only pocket she had and handed it to the man. The man standing behind the little stand wasn't more than twenty-five years old. He was a young, good looking man. He had short blonde hair and deep, dark blue eyes. He was tall and muscular. A lot of the girls that gathered there went to just see him and his perfect white smile.

"Back again," Mark said. He handed her a bottle of water which she took and started to chug down. "You know, with this temperature, you're going to overheat."

Cody took in a needed breath seeing as she had chugged the whole bottle down in one try. She put the top back on and threw it in the recycling basket next to the stand. "I'm fine," she replied.

Mark and Cody had introduced themselves the first day that Cody had stopped by. She didn't know if he was just trying to be nice that first day, but she figured out he was just a naturally open and welcoming person. They continued to talk every day that she stopped by to get something to cool herself down with. She didn't know why, seeing as she didn't know anything about the guy. Yet again, she didn't know anything about herself either.

"You don't look fine," he pressed. "Your face is completely red and you sound like you're hyperventilating."

Cody got her breathing to slow down and even out. Sure she was hot and tired, but it wasn't anything she couldn't deal with. She wouldn't put herself in any situation that she knew she couldn't handle. How she knew what she could and couldn't handle? She wasn't quite sure. She could just feel it.

"How old are you, kid?" Mark asked the girl.

"Sixteen," she replied.

"Why aren't you in school?" he asked.

"I start in a couple days," she replied.

Mark seemed like a good guy. He liked to talk and get to know people. He was one of those people who could get along with all different types of personalities. He was just trying to work down the girl before him and figure out just what kind of person she was. If he found out what that was, she would've loved to know. She didn't even know what kind of girl she was. She hadn't known herself long enough to judge herself yet.

"I could tell you weren't from around here," Mark said. "Where're you from, Cody?"

"Central New York," Cody replied.

"Why'd you move?" he continued to question.

Cody shrugged. It wasn't like she had anything to hide. There wasn't any reason to not tell him why she moved. "I just needed a change of scenery."

"You moved on your own?" he asked in disbelief.

Once again, the brunette just shrugged. She turned around and leaned against the stand to look at the beach and the water. "What about you?" she asked. "Have you lived here your whole life?"

"Yeah," he replied. "My parents run a restaurant here in town. You ever been to Alimentation Meilleures Villes?"

"No," she replied. "But I've been by it a couple times. It's adorable. The name's French, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "It means-"

"Towns Best Food," Cody and Mark said simultaneously.

"How'd you know?" Mark asked rather amused. "Do you speak French?"

How did she know that? She couldn't remember ever taking French classes in school or anyone teaching her the language. She didn't know if she had ever been to a French speaking place such as Canada or France. Although, she couldn't remember taking any other language in school either. The high school in Happy Harbor required you to take a language. She had someone from her parents company look into her school records back in Hollywood to get her into the correct language course.

"Je pense que je parle Français," Cody muttered. She didn't know what she was shooting out there. It just came out of her mouth without her really thinking. She knew what she said, however. She just didn't know she spoke French. It was a complete shock to her.

"You think?" he asked a little confused.

"I don't remember," she muttered, staring out at the water at a very talented surfer road the waves. Do I know how to swim? Can I surf?

"You can't remember?" Mark asked in disbelief. He didn't know about her amnesia. "Okay, let's play a game. I'll say something in French and if you can translate it, you speak French."

"That doesn't sound like a game," Cody said with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll give you a prize if you can translate it," he said. "How does that sound?"

Cody thought for a moment before saying, "Deal. What about if I can't? What do you get?"

This time Mark seemed to think for a moment. "I didn't think of that," he stated. "Hmmm, Oh! How about you pay for a dinner there for me?"

"You want me to buy you dinner?" she asked shocked. "Why?"
He shrugged. "I like food," he replied. "And my parents don't give family or employee discounts. It's expensive and if you can afford to live on your own, then you can buy a friend dinner at a nice restaurant."

"So you're my friend now?" Cody asked.

"Who else do you know and talk to here every day?" Mark asked.

Cody opened her mouth to shoot out a name or a couple, but shut it when she couldn't think of anything. She sighed and said, "You've got a point." She stuck out her hand to shake with Mark's. "Deal."

"Okay," Mark said. "Let's see. What to say, what to say…."

He seemed to think quite a while as Cody waited, watching the rather large waves crash into the shore, people sunbathing and skilled surfers surfing. A she was getting a little impatient, she felt like she was usually a patient person from what she knew of herself so far, she turned her head to the side to look at him. She teased, "Come on, Blondie. It can't be that hard to think of something."

"So the confusing girl's got a little feisty side to her," Mark laughed. "I can see us being good friends."

"You're stalling," she laughed, seeing where he was coming from on the last comment. She could see herself getting to know him better too, as friends.

"I've got something," he said. "Bon, si vous pouvez comprendre ce que je dis, vous gagnez. Je vais vous donner l'eau gratuitement tous les jours comme un prix. Alors, qu'est-ce que vous dites, Confondre fille. Pouvez-vous comprendre couramment le Français? "

Cody looked at him for a moment before shifting her gaze to the sand and then up to the water. She smirked and opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and furrowed her eyebrows as she witnessed something happen out on the water.

Out on the swells, a very talented male surfer rode the waves. Cody had been watching him as she waited for Mark. For some reason, her attention was pulled back to him. She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling about him out there on that particular wave. She had felt fine watching him before. She couldn't figure out what was bothering her now. He was good, maybe even a professional. She could tell by his moves, but she just felt something was wrong or something was going to be wrong. It wasn't good that he was out there on his own. The other surfers that had been out there had gone back to shore to pack up. It was right to assume that they were all together. It wasn't safe to be out there on his own. Cody knew that much.

Before anything had even happened, Cody pushed herself off of the stand and took a couple steps forward. If something happened, there wasn't anyone out there to help him. The beach was a public place, but it was one of those "swim at your own risk" kinds of places. There weren't any lifeguards to rush out to save you and seeing how people were nowadays, not many would risk there life to save you either. That was one thing she learned in the short time she had been taking in information in her world after losing everything she had collected before losing it all in the first place.

"You okay?" Mark asked, leaning over the stand to get a better look at the worried girl and what it was she was looking at that she was fretting over. "You look apprehensive." He looked out at the water and saw the guy she was looking at. "That's Mason. He's good, isn't he? He won the local competition last year. He's a sure win this year too."

Cody gasped when her fear became reality. The male surfer – Mason – slipped off his board as he rode a wave that was a little too much for him to handle. The band around his foot broke off and as he fell into the water, the board launched up in the air and smacked into his head as she went down. He didn't come back up.

The instant Cody had seen him slip; she had started to run for the water. She didn't really know why, but she just felt that she had to go out there and help him. It was pure impulse and guts that drove her into doing it. She couldn't even remember if she could swim! Well, if she didn't, she was going to be in a whole lot of trouble. It wouldn't just be Mason who'd drown; it'd be her life as well.

Running into the rather cold water and driving in, Cody quickly picked up on how to swim. It wasn't as hard as she had thought it would be, but seeing as the waves were relatively large, it was a little harder than it would have been if she was just swimming in a swimming pool. The salty water burned her eyes, but she didn't care. She'd keep going under to try to find the talented Mason in the dark bluish-green water.

Finally, the girls pale green eyes landed on the boy. She quickly swam over of him under water and kicked off of the bottom where he had been resting and up to the surface. She gasped in a large breath of air, not realizing she had been under for a long period of time. However, her oxygen reunion was a short one seeing as a large wave crashed over her head and pulled her and Mason, who she could still tell was alive by a pulse, a slow one, but a pulse nonetheless.

Cody managed to get back up to the surface and drag the rather heavy boy with her as she swam back to surface. She would have gotten his board for him, but she assumed he could get another one once he was breathing regularly again and all of the water was out of his lungs. Well, if that happened. She wasn't going to let him die though. She wasn't going to let him die on her. Not if she could help it.

Mason was dragged by the strong but small girl back onto the sandy shore and placed on his back away from the water. She placed her ear to his chest to see if he was breathing. She didn't really expect to find him breathing. He wasn't. So, the girl instinctively started to do CPR. How she knew CPR was a mystery to her, along with plenty of other things, but she was glad she knew how to do it. It could come in handy in situations like this, if she ever got into another situation like this.

After a couple minutes of compressions Mason coughed out the water that was in his lungs. Cody sighed and sat back. He wasn't dead. That was a relief.

"You saved my life," he muttered hoarsely after he was done coughing.

"Don't mention it," Cody replied. She stood up off of the sand and started to wipe off what was stuck to her wet self. She came to the conclusion that she didn't like sand when she was wet. She didn't like the way it stuck to her. "Really, don't tell people I did it."

"I don't even know your name," Mason stated looking up at the girl.

"Cody," she said. "Try to be a little more careful out there, okay?"

"It's the least I can do," he said, falling back on the sand exhaustedly. They both noticed the people starting to crowd around and curiously watch the victim and his savior. Cody just pushed through the crowd and back over to the stand. Somebody had called 911. Paramedics were rushing down the beach and to the surfer on the sand.

"What are you?" Mark asked. "Some sort of superhero?"

Cody shoot her head in protest. "No, I just couldn't let him drown."

"That's kind of heroic in my books," Mark pushed.

"Just don't tell them it was me," she said. "I don't need any publicity."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'll do it," Mark said. "Just remember I'm your friend and that you can save my life any day." He was joking around, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice that Cody could hear. "Don't you think you should get checked out too?"

"I'm fine," she declared like she had done earlier. "Not a huge fan of doctors and hospitals. I just want to finish my run and go home."

"You're going to finish running after that?" Mark asked astonished. "You're so confusing."

Cody shrugged and started to walk away. She stopped and turned around though. She had a smirk on her face as she pointed her finger at her new friend and said, "I expect you to pay up on your little game too. Free water every day if I won, right?" She turned back around and started to walk away, but could still hear Mark behind her.

"She saves lives and speaks French!" Mark yelled. He shook his head. "Unbelievable."

Cody just laughed and continued on with her run.