Disclaimer.

This one-shot series (Hazard to Your Health) will be posted every... well... whatever day I said it would be, along with my other ones. I hope you like them! These one-shots will focus on this pairing AS WELL as others :) I will state the A/U status at the beginning of each chappie! Reviews are welcome! Thank ye for reading :)

IMPORTANT NOTE BELOW: (IF YOU READ IT WILL MAKE THIS A WHOLE LOT EASIER FOR YOU)

Here's how the A/U will be rated:

01 Column: how different it is from the show (less/more/major)
02 Column: setting/verse ( the show/non)
03 Column: 2nd setting (schools/camps/ect cetera/the show)

A/U Status:

1 - - - Less
2 - - - The Show
3 - - - The Show

Enter, Cassandra Sandsmark - known as Cassie, to her friends and the Team; as sidekick, to the League; as Wonder Girl, to the rest of the world, as well as the Team. To Arsenal, however... well, she didn't exactly know what she was to him.

Enter, the original Roy Harper - simply known as Roy, to his friends and the team, as somewhat troublesome to the League; As Arsenal, to the rest of the world, as well as the Team. To Wonder Girl, though... well, he already had some sort of idea of what she thought of him.

It had been a while since he'd been offered a place on the team. He wasn't all that upset about it, he'd rather go solo (so it was in genetics, then). The team had told him he'd be welcomed, but the possibility of them actually caring about his well-being - the thought of Cassie doing just that, caring, hadn't slipped his mind; it only seemed unlikely - but after what M'gann had told him the other night, he was open to the possibility that she had liked him and had - even though he hadn't exactly smart about his decisions - he was somewhat thankful for it. In fact, he was probablymore than somewhat thankful. The thought made him feel just a little bit lighter, although he hadn't ever cared for anyone who'd liked him before.

Cassie must've been different.

Roy was back at the Cave, talking to Nightwing about something he'd taken care of that night (he'd figured that he'd be doing the ex- Boy Wonder a favor by dropping by even though he had refused to be a part of the team in the first place) when M'gann entered the room. They had just about finished up their conversation and welcomed the martian's presence - neither of them wanted to carry on an argument for the rest of the night after what needed to be said had been said.

"Hi, Roy!" M'gann chirped, smiling, but it was evident to Roy that she - and Nightwing - were running on rust at the moment. Whatever mission they'd gone on must have been emotionally andphysicality taxing in order to look that tired. Roy was a little tired himself, but it was nothing that a little excitement couldn't cure it - and he knew that he was nowhere near exhaustion like they were. He wanted to leave because A.) heroes needed their sleep and B.) he wanted to get out of here as fast as possible since arguing with Nightwing was a bad idea. It annoyed him that the Bat's old sidekick was mad at him for his recklessness and the fact that he wouldn't ever be allowed on the team unless he decided to play fair, but hey - he had to get along somehow, right?

"Hey," the archer said uncertainly, giving her an awkward smile as she walked slowly over to them. Even her smile was tired. She turned to Nightwing, who nodded in greeting. "I just thought I'd come out here, but I forgot why..." after a moment, she chirped, "Hello Megan! I remember what I wanted to ask!"

"Go ahead," Nightwing said, but not before shooting a look at Roy (who returned it) as he faced his teammate. Luckily,the archer and former sidekick had missed the glance the older two had shared for a brief moment.

Luckily.

"I was going to ask if you've seen Cassie around," M'gann said, her smile faltering a bit.

"Isn't she in her room?" Nightwing asked, his eyes narrowing behind his domino mask. Roy looked somewhat uninterested, but the older of the three in the living room knew better.

"No, I checked there - I've checked everywhere. It's just that - well, seeing as today's mission was so taxing - and the Team could have been wiped out... she's..."

Nightwing nodded. "She just needs her space; most of us do, I guess."

Roy's attention was held by this news. Cassie? Needing space? As bubbly and enthusiastic as she was, she didn't really need space. She could get upset - more likely, angry - but needing space was uncommon, although it didn't surprise him.

"Try the Cave's back door," Nightwing said.

M'gann nodded. She turned to Roy and grinned. "Would you like to come with me?"

He blinked.

No.

"Okay."

Roy headed for the hall, leaving Nightwing and Miss M to share a grin before she followed him out, leaving the former sidekick of Batman alone to his own devices.

Meanwhile, M'gann and Roy stopped in front of the "back door" as it was still dubbed from when the martian had first come to Earth.

Roy raised an eyebrow as if to say 'why are we stopping'?

"I want you to find Cassie."

He blinked. "Excuse me?" a frown surfaced on his lips, and the older of the two grinned like fool would.

"I think she's outside," she continued, "I just wanted you to go talk to her."

"Why - "

"I'm pretty sure she's upset; don't you want to be a good friend to her, Roy?"

He scowled at her, saying nothing.

A good friend?

He wasn't even her friend - he had no experience in comforting others (especially after missing eight years of his own life and being cloned; that had certainly served a blow to his current state of mind, social or not), but the idea of seeing Cassie was tempting. And, remembering what Miss M had said to him, it might be a good idea (but at best, it seemed like a disaster).

"She likes you. More than you know."

If Cassandra Sandsmark had a crush on him, it seemed entirely unlikely.

Miss M simply patted his arm as he opened his mouth to protest and walked away and out of sight.

Crap. Now he was expected to go an talk to her (admitting to wanting to see her was one thing; actually seeing her was another).

He stood awkwardly, by himself in the silence, outside the "back door", thinking about his options.

It would be hazardous to his - and her's - health he openly admitted right here and now that she meant something to him - something more - than everything would be screwed. He couldn't. If there was anything deemed impossible, this was probably it. For her to openly admit that she felt for him would be catastrophic. It would mean more trouble, more danger, for them both. It would be hazardous to them both if they became even friends - friends could be used as leverage.

And since he'd been on ice for eight years, he hadn't been exactly chummy with anyone lately.

And why would Cassie even like him? Why would he like her? He was broken; she was blunt (he found that oddly amusing sometimes, along with the nicknames she tended to hand out). He was cynical; she was bubbly. He was everything she seemed to not be - heroic seemed to be one of the things she was and he was getting to be, though. She was... a part of the Team. He was not. She was a part of something and he... he was not. They were different - it...

Roy shook his head.

Screw it.

Clearing it wouldn't be an option if he kept thinking like he was.

Sighing heavily, he stepped outside, and was met by a harsh, cool wind that sent goose bumps racing up and down his arms, but the cold didn't tear his attention from the obvious form of Cassie sitting a few feet away, curled up on the very edge. He had to say, by her position and slow, even breathing, that she had fallen asleep out here.

He guessed falling asleep out here - probably an accident - hadn't been her choice, but alone time was alone time, wasn't it?

Roy turned to go back inside, the obvious feeling of... what was that feeling in his chest? It felt like he was being weighed down - as if someone were standing on him, cutting off his air supply. He hadn't known what to expect - talking? No. Standing there awkwardly? Probably. What could he possibly say to her? What would she say to him?

Well, at least he wouldn't have to say anything now.

He scoffed quietly.

I need to leave.

Roy turned, feeling a scowl darken his expression as he turned to go back inside to the Zeta Tubes and stepped towards the door, but a soft, murmured word reached his ears - it was so quiet he could have mistaken it for a whisper of the wind. But he hadn't. And the one word caused him to halt mid-step.

"Stay..."

Roy turned his head sharply towards her relaxed form - or, at least, it was rigid now.

He stood there, for a moment, scenarios of all kinds twisting and turning within his mind - and he just decided to shove it all to the back of his mind and took a step back towards her.

"Cassie..."

She did not reply, and seemed to only curl further into herself.

Roy - uncertainly - sat himself down next to her, his feet hanging off the edge of the "door step", watching her carefully. Her face was not visible, and only one thought ran through his head as her hand shot out to grab his, and pulled him closer, so her head was up against the side of his knee, and her breathing began to return to its slow, even pattern.

"Stay with me..."

I'm a hazard to your health, Cass.

He sighed heavily, and relaxed his stiffened posture, his eyes going skyward, and he was soon lost to the sounds around him and their own breathing, his mind churning with everything that could go wrong. They weren't friends, he couldn't like her, she couldn't like him - but he knew, he just knew, and it would mean danger and trouble - oh, so much trouble - for everyone: them, the League, her friends, her team, her family. It would mean that for everyone.

He couldn't have that, could he? Could either of them have that?

No.

Not for her.

Not for him.

But she was right there, now back asleep, oblivious to everything it seemed - everything but him. He was getting chilled, she had to be - at least a little bit. There was no need for words, apparently. He didn't need to talk. She didn't need to. Nothing was needed here - nothing except comfort for the world's Wonder Girl. He didn't know what she was to him - he had an idea, though - a temptingly nice idea. What he was to her, though - he also had a nice idea, which went went with the first idea.

Although it meant so much turbulence that could be avoided, Cassie was still... Cassie...

And she radiated warmth, friendliness - everything he lacked at best...

He sat, for a very long while, his one real arm draped around her as she slept, with only one thought drifting in and out through his mind.

I'm a hazard you to your health, Cass...