Disclaimer: Nope I don't own Young Justice. Wish I did, but I don't. I'm gunna go cry in a corner now-_-

Warnings: so there's going to be slight hints at pre-Koy (Kaldur/Roy). If you don't like, don't read. Also there is a part of this story that really doesn't make sense if you haven't read my story 'Land Delicacy'. It's only like one line though so you don't have to read the other; I just wanted to let you know. This is going to be a two-shot.

Now that that's out of the way, on with the story!

On The Ice

The laughter of children and teens alike danced through the crisp winter air. A light snowfall had recently started, bringing with it the occasional biting breeze that was outright ignored by those on the ice. Kaldur watched with amusement as a little girl with golden pigtails and Hello Kitty earmuffs wiggled and wobbled on her ice-skates between her parents, clutching their hands for dear life. They had yet to let her fall and the child was determined not to let that fact change.

As the pigtailed girl managed to pass the section of the barriers to the outdoor skating rink Kaldur was currently leaning on, he started to wonder what was taking his friend so long. He had woken up this morning to the incessant ringing of his cell. He instantly knew it was Roy since the only reason he got the phone was so his friend could contact Kaldur without making him think Roy was in danger. It saved him from a lot of worry.

The second the cell was to the Atlantien's ear, Roy was already talking. Before Kaldur could mumble so much as a 'good morning' he was already told to get up and dressed and that his friend would be there in less than twenty minutes. True to his word, eighteen minutes later Roy was practically dragging Kaldur from his apartment, leading him to an unknown destination with a huge grin on his face.

Thinking back on this, Kaldur quietly laughed at his friend's enthusiasm. He couldn't blame him though. Between missions, training, patrol, and a job they hadn't been able to hang out and act their age for over two weeks. Kaldur had truly started to miss seeing the more relaxed side of his friend.

"Hey, fish sticks!" the familiar call pulled Kaldur from his musings as he turned to face his friend. Roy not only had two sets of skates slung over his shoulder, but two medium sized cups in his hands with steam rising from the top causing the Atlantien to raise an eyebrow in question. He got his answer as he was handed a cup and the sweet scent of chocolate invaded his senses, causing his mouth to water and his whole frame to slump in pure delight. Kaldur wasted no time in taking a big gulp, nearly moaning at the taste. Roy laughed as he watched his friend become completely enraptured with the simple treat.

"Sorry I took so long," Roy started as he made his way over to a nearby bench, "but when I saw the hot chocolate stand, I figured we could have a drink before we start your first ice skating lessons. Obviously, I made the right choice." His amused grin only got bigger as he watched Kaldur take another large drink from his already nearly empty cup. His friend may not like hot dogs, but he made up for it with his absolute addiction to chocolate.

Kaldur just sent a playful (yes, playful. Kaldur wasn't always so serious, or at least not with Roy) glare to his friend, who has recently taken it upon himself to introduce him to all the things he had apparently been missing out on. "And who was it that got me hooked onto this again?" he gave Roy a pointed look as he sat down next to him. Roy just snickered.

"Guilty as charged and I don't regret it one bit." The archer replied, taking a large drink of his own beverage before adding, "Everyone needs some type of junk food to be addicted to. It'd be just plain unhealthy otherwise." That got a laugh out of Kaldur and they both soon finished their drinks with a few more quips at Kaldur's addiction.

"Alright then," Roy started as he rose from his seat, "take off your boots and get your skates on." He handed over a pair of used ice skates as he said this and started to get ready himself.

The moment Kaldur put on the skates he could already tell that this was going to be awkward for him. He didn't really like shoes to start with but these were a whole different story. They were very snug and restricting and it seemed that he had to lace them up a bit past his ankle, which was going to be annoying. However, as soon as he went to start said task on his left skate, he found two hands swatting his away. "Let me get that for you." He heard his friend say.

Kaldur looked up from his hunched over position, shock clearly written on his face. Roy was kneeling in the snow in front of him, no doubt getting his dark blue jeans wet. Kaldur frowned slightly, straightening a little with a barley noticeable blush. "You know, contrary to popular belief, I do in fact know how to tie shoes. I don't wear shoes by choice, not because I am unable to."

"Oh, be quiet Kal. I don't doubt your shoe tying abilities." Roy grinned and looked up to his obviously irritated and slightly embarrassed friend. "With ice skates, you have to make sure to make them nice and snug. Otherwise you could hurt your ankles. I was just gunna do this one so you know how it feels."

"I don't see why you could not have simply told me instead of making me look like a child." Kaldur stated as he crossed his arms in resignation to just take the simpler route and let his friend do as he pleased.

"Now what would be the fun in that," Roy went back to tightening the laces till Kaldur felt that his friend was trying to make the skate part of his skin. As soon as he finished he moved as though to start on the next foot but was intercepted by two webbed hands and a warning glare that had him backing away with his hands up, showing surrender. He moved back to his original seat to finish his own skates, that ever present (and in Kaldur's current opinion, annoying) smirk back on his lips.

As soon as they were ready, the two friends stood and made their way over to the rinks entrance, one with much more trouble than the other. To Kaldur's relief, they were not more than fifteen feet from the entrance, so he was able to make the unsteady walk there without falling. He was already questioning land dweller's sanity for inventing such a pastime. Who in their right mind had ever thought of going on to slippery ice balancing atop thin blades of metal?

Roy was first to step on the ice. He then held his hand out for his friend to take. "Let's start this without you falling on your ass on your first step kay?" he stated as an explanation, the teasing tone very obvious in his voice.

With an amused smile, Kaldur took Roy's gloved hand with his own. He had chosen to bring his specially made mittens when he was told they were going somewhere public and that he would not be able to hide his hands in his pockets. He also had on his usual blue and black jacket, zipped all the way up to hide his gills, and a pair of jeans. Compared to Roy, with his winter jacket, scarf and hat, he looked a bit underdressed.

As Kaldur took his first step on the sleek ice he was instantly glad for his firm grip on Roy's hand; he was already dangerously wobbly and the movement from sliding on the ice was not helping. Once fully on the ice, Roy tried tugging him along the sides to get away from the entry. And so came Kaldur's first close call.

Not yet used to balancing on his skates or to the way they slid easily on the ice, Kaldur's feet just started sliding every which way and he could feel himself starting to fall. He vaguely heard Roy utter some sort of exclamation as he quickly grabbed on to the red head's arm with the hand not currently holding his friends hand in a death grip. He felt Roy grab onto his elbow and with the extra support he finally stops sliding. He knows he must be a sight, feet far apart and knees bent close together, practically hanging off the taller teen in a desperate attempt to stay steady. His friend's rich laughter just confirms his suspicions.

"Not as easy as it looks, is it fish sticks," Roy is still laughing and therefore not seeing the death glare currently being thrown at him. Kaldur tries to regain some of his lost dignity and stands up straight, letting go of Roy. It proved to be a mistake because the next thing he knew his friend suddenly grew to tower over him and his ass hurt like a bitch. Boy was he ever glad the rest of the team was not with them.

"You know," Roy started looking down at him with a frustratingly smug look, "I kind of thought you'd be better at this. What with our…occupation and the fact that we have to have some sort of grace and balance."

"Cement and rooftops do not generally act like a frictionless surface and I have not yet taken to the practice of walking around on metal strips to this point in my life." Kaldur deadpanned, leaning back on his hands to look at Roy with an un-amused expression, "My apologies if I am not quite up to par."

Roy just chuckled at his friend's snarky response and held out his hand to help him up. "Fair enough. When did you learn sarcasm anyway? Isn't it illegal in Atlantis or something?"

With the minimal amount of slipping Kaldur was able get up and stand straight. He looked toward the archer with a small grin. "I had a wonderful teacher."

"Oh dear lord, I've created a monster." Roy exclaimed making Kaldur laugh, the previous embarrassment completely forgotten.

"Alright then, now that we got your first fall out of the way," and there's that grin again, "Let's get this lesson started."

Well that's the first part. Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think! The last part should be added soon^^