Wally

It wasn't until they were out of the compound and racing through the thick foliage of the jungle that he noticed she was unconscious. At first it had scared the hell out of him. He wasn't sure why she had passed out; it could be from the sheer awesomeness of his rescue (though he admitted it probably wasn't that) or blood loss. Which would mean her body was shutting down. Which would mean she could die. The idea of Artemis dying made him want to throw up, already the sick feeling of life without her was invading his body; his thoughts racing ahead to dismal futures without her.

He shook his head, refusing to think like that, Artemis was still breathing and when she woke up she would kick his ass for thinking she wouldn't. If she woke up. No! He had to focus! He would put some distance between them and the guards that were undoubtedly coming after them and then he would check her out. Over. He meant he would check her over, for other injuries. He did not think of Artemis like that, especially when they were running for their lives, well he was running for both of them. She was in his arms, her face borrowing into his chest seeming to find comfort in his heartbeat. The thought made in absurdly happy, and gave him a boost of energy. He hadn't had anything to eat in over 24 hours. He was already running on fumes before he got knocked out and Artemis had been captured, now he was running on…. Whatever was less than fumes? But somehow it didn't matter, he kept going and his grumbling stomach didn't even register.

The only thing that had him worried was how shallow Atemis's breathing had become. He slowed down to a walk (which for him was still 10 miles an hour) and listened for any sounds of pursuit. There were only the sounds of the jungle, his heartbeat bounding in his ears, and Artemis. Her low moans caused him to look down and notice she was coming to.

Artemis

She was warm. It was the first thing she noticed, even before she opened her eyes. And then the warmth spoke.

"Artemis?" He sounded so hopeful, so unsure. She wanted to look him in the eyes and tell him that it was going to be alright, that she was alright. But all she could let out was a moan. This pissed her off, what the hell was she doing? She wasn't some damsel in distress that fainted when she broke a nail (or an ankle but that was beside the point) she was a kick ass vigilante archer who put the fear of god into full grown men. Taking a breath she forced her eyes open.

Her vision was a bit blurry, but as everything came into focus a pair of concerned green eyes peered down at her. She jerked back on instinct causing everything to slip out of focus once again for a moment. Without breaking eye contact she assessed their surroundings with her peripheral vision, and seeing that they appeared safe for the moment attempted to stand up.

"Whoa! Slow down Artemis, here one sec I'll put you down over there." This did nothing to stop her from trying again, almost rolling out of his arms. "Seriously, hold on! Your ankle has a nasty break and I don't want you putting any weight on it! Quit being so stubborn or you'll make it worse!"

"I'm fine Baywatch, just set me down and I'll finish stitching myself up!" She winced as she said this, her throat felt cracked and raw. Probably from being locked up without water and performing a painful patch up job (but she had only screamed a few times, the rest was from yelling explicates at Wally). She tried to shrug his hands off as he set her down against the base of a tree and helped her lean back.

"Look I'm not going to let you 'stich' yourself up! What the hell were you even using as thread? Whatever it was there is no way it was sterile, so you probably have an infection! In the middle of the goddamn jungle! Do you understand? So just shut up and let me fix it!" His chest was heaving after his impassioned rant and Artemis couldn't help but notice how muscular it looked in his tight stealth uniform.

"My hair is plenty sterile! I shower, unlike you if your smell is any indicator! And I would already be done if I hadn't had to throw my knife at your damn head in your lame ass attempt to 'rescue' me! So unless you have a first aid kit hidden in your spandex just leave me the hell alone!" She knew that they should be quiet and not draw the attention of wild animals, or the guards that were most likely tracking them; but something about him pissed her off. He didn't need to worry about her; she was plenty tough; she put her freaking bones back in her leg! Why couldn't he go be a hero somewhere else?

"You used your hair? What kind of a person does that? And stitching yourself up with a knife? Of course you would think that was a good idea! And what do you mean you had to throw the knife at my head? You are so freaking lucky your aim sucks because you would have been in deep shit if you killed me!" He was pissing her off with all his shit. But when he accused her of bad aim she snapped. And so did his nose when she punched him. He fell back clutching his nose and cussing so fast she only caught every other word. After a minute or two he stood up, glaring at her over his had that still covered his nose. "I'm going to go find water, I'll be back soon."

She felt a bit bad when she heard the grunt of pain as he reset his nose, maybe she had gone a bit overboard. He was only trying to help, and he did come back for her when no one else did. But something about him made her blood boil. Speaking of blood hers was still leaking out of her leg. She had only stitched up half before Wally came rushing in to play rescuer. Shaking all thoughts of the speedster out of her head she yanked another hair out of her head, slipped a spare knife out of her hair tie, and started sewing.

Wally

He was so pissed. His nose was probably broken, his feet hurt, he was freaking starving, and it was all that blonde harpies fault. Glaring balefully over his shoulder he didn't see the pond until he stepped into it. Of freaking course. Crouching down on the bank he squinted into the water trying to assess the damage done to his nose. But due to the fact that it was night he couldn't see shit. Gingerly he reached up and felt around the swollen area, flinching and swearing a bit while he determined if it was broken or not.

(I've never had a broken nose before so here goes my best guess, err, educated guess at what it would feel like to try and reset one. In the dark. In a jungle. Without looking. Wish me luck)

The pain was tolerable until he pinched a particularly swollen area and felt like he had been shot.

"Son of a bitch! Damn it Artemis you just had to hit me didn't you?" His angry rant was somewhat rendered ineffective by the nasally sound of his voice. Taking a calming breath he counted to seven in his head (it was his lucky number and counting to three was so unoriginal) and jerked the bottom section back to meet the rest of his nose. This brought on a whole new round of explicates that were quite colorful and long winded.

Still holding his nose together he slowly reached down into the pond and brought a handful of water to his lips. It wasn't five cartons of chocolate ice cream but he did feel slightly refreshed. Then the guilt of leaving Artemis alone and injured. Scrunching up his nose he crossed his eyes trying to see if he had set it straight. (I'm assuming since he has a super-fast metabolism that he heals quickly as well, even though he doesn't in the TV show, it just makes my life easier) It didn't hurt anymore so he figured it was good enough and sped back towards where he had left Artemis.

I just wanted to say thank you to all my readers who came back, I didn't post for months and you still came back to me, you are better than bacon. To Spiro911 thank you for kicking me back into motion. If anyone has any ideas for how to write a romance scene or some fluff between Artemis and Wally I would be grateful. And for anyone who knows when the new season of Young Justice comes out please let me know!