Hey guys! Just to tell you, this is basically the episode Bereft (which is episode 9) but in Artemis' point of view. It goes into a lot of detail on what she thinks of Wally and her life before Young Justice. I do not own this wonderful show! Only DC Comics owns it!

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"Hey, wake up."

I groaned. I felt as if someone had decided it would be fun to drill hundreds of tiny holes into my head, each one a constant source of pain. I groaned again, trying to shake away the throbbing in my head.

"C'mon, wake up."

I resisted the urge to slap the person trying to wake me up. I barely recognised the voice but the constant fear that it would be my father, forcing me into another test or mission, always haunted my nightmares. I opened my eyes warily, blinking away the sudden light as I cautiously sat myself into an upright position.

I knew immediately that I wasn't at home.

The first clue was the surface I was sitting on. It was hard and unyielding, totally unlike my normal bed or, for that matter, any bed.

The second clue was the heat. Don't get me wrong. I can deal with various temperatures. I had travelled to the farthest reaches of Antarctica as well as the Sahara Desert when I was travelling with my father. He had taught me resilience against the weather, constantly pounding into my mind that an easier target is a target affected by the weather. However, this heat wasn't normal for where I typically lived, for where I was meant to be currently.

The third clue was the fact that there was a rather smug looking, red headed boy smirking at me.

I didn't register that his brown eyes held nothing but concern. I didn't notice that he was sort of cute in a bunny rabbit kind of way. As soon as I saw his black stealth suit and mask, the only thought that entered my mind was Enemy.

My hand darted instinctively to where I knew my bow was, grasping it firmly as I hurriedly backed away from the boy, my back banging against a wall. Not taking my eyes off the boy, I straightened myself into a standing position, my hands itching to grab an arrow and get rid of the boy.

I silently took in my surroundings as the boy held his hands in front of him in what he probably thought was a peaceful gesture. I seemed to be standing in an old hut that barely seemed stable enough to be standing let alone standing for a long time. The wood was blackened and charred, parts crumbling away to leave piles of the debris on the floor. What was more surprising was that the hut was completely bare. You would think that there would be a chair or a table but the small room was completely devoid of anything. The burning sun streamed through gaps in the ceiling, heating the almost increasingly hot room even more.

It was the type of room you would expect to see in movies. With a minimal amount of imagination, I could almost see a dust gathering skeleton and a pirate's treasure chest in the corner of the room.

The boy straightened slowly, his hands still held out in front of him. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay," he said soothingly, taking in my suspicious glare, "I won't hurt you. I-I'm one of the good guys. You know, Kid Flash."

He flashed a cocky grin, placing his hands on his hips and staring off into the distance in a heroic pose. However, personally, he didn't look that heroic. He looked like a teenager who decided to play dress ups in a costumes store.

The costume was entirely black, covering his entire body with a red logo centred on his chest. An equally black mask covered his eyes and back of his head, leaving his hair and mouth free. It was definitely not the costume Kid Flash was meant to be in. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I've seen Kid Flash on the News. He doesn't wear black."

He glanced down at himself in confusion before returning his gaze to mine. "Well," he began, "I'm a little unclear on that myself," a smirk once again found its way onto his face, "But what about you? A Green Arrow fixation?"

I blinked. What, in Gods name, was he talking about?

I glanced down at myself and nearly gasped. Someone had obviously stripped me of my normal clothes and had put me into a tight, green crop top that flowed onto my neck and connected with a mask similar to the red head. Leggings and boots the same shade of green as my top adorned my legs. However, this isn't what mattered.

What mattered was the Green Arrow logo on my shirt.

I put a hand to my chest, glaring at the red head with all the venom I could muster. "Who put me in this?" I snapped.

Red head boy blinked, the grin sliding off his face, and, for the first time since I woke up, he looked like he truly did not know what to say. "Wow, I am not touching that with a ten foot, um-" he cut off abruptly, the grin returning to his face once again, "So, um, you know how to use that bow?"

He gestured to my compact bow in my hand. I stifled the urge to sigh.

That had to be the worst sudden topic change I had heard in my life. I pushed myself off from the wall, holding myself in a position so I could sprint for the nearest exit at any sign of enemies. "Yeah," I replied, "My Dad taught me."

A sudden thought struck me. My grip on my bow tightened as rage flew through me. "Dad," I burst angrily, "He must have done this. Another one of his stupid tests."

I mentally pounded myself. As soon as I had woken up, I should've known. This was just his kind of style. He seemed to enjoy it the most when I was, mentally and physically, unprepared. Hell, I bet he had even hidden a camera somewhere in the room.

The only question left, however, was what did he want me to do?

"What kind of tests?" Red Head asked, watching me curiously.

I shrugged dismissively. "I probably have to kill you."

Red Head blinked. I had to give him brownie points for not freaking out immediately.

A sudden noise filled my ears. It sounded like a very loud whistling noise as if something was hurtling through the air with amazing speed.

My eyes widened at the same time as Red Head's. I had a feeling he was thinking the same thing as me.

Grabbing my hand, Red Head practically dragged me out of the hut and into the burning sun. The whistling sound was now almost unbearably loud.

We were only a good few metres from the hut when the whistling stopped. For a few moments, nothing happened. It was as if the world had stopped moving except for Red Head and me as we desperately raced towards a cliff face. Then the hut exploded.

A fiery blossom of reds, yellows and golds shot towards the sky, briefly turning it a blood red. If possible, the incredible heat rose to drastic temperatures. Blacks dots flickered through my vision as sweat almost instantly erupted all over my body.

Then the sound hit me.

An earth shattering boom that shook the ground and made it seem as we were in the midst of an earth quake and not an explosion. I could feel my eardrums straining under the force.

Red Head's and my own body rose with the shock wave as it forced its way through us, throwing us forwards like lifeless rag dolls. An ear-splitting shriek tore its way out of my throat as we were thrown against the sand causing all air that was left my body to leave in a heartbeat.

Then, just like that, everything was normal again.

Red Head and I glanced behind us. It seemed we were thinking the same thing. What would shoot missiles at us?

It seemed that our question was almost instantly answered.

Just reaching the top of a sand dune in front of us, were three hulking pieces of olive green metal. They were massive, large and barbaric creations and worse, I knew exactly what they were.

Tanks. Their guns pointed directly towards us.

Terrific.

A range rover was zooming ahead of the sluggish moving tanks, several men screaming at each other as their eyes hungrily raked over our bodies, guns pointed at us as well.

We scrambled to our feet at around the same time, racing away from the multiple enemies heading our way. My Fathers voice, which constantly stayed in my mind, was screaming at me to not be a coward. He was telling me to turn around and fight, to pound those pathetic pieces of scrap metal into the ground. At first, it was easy to ignore my Father's voice.

I knew almost for certain that if I turned around and fought back, I would, most likely, be killed. On a happier note, I had no intention of getting myself killed so, by extension, I had no intention of turning around and fighting back.

Until they started shooting at us.

Immediately, my Fathers voice changed. Instead of screaming for me to not be a coward, he began screaming that I should turn around and kill those men who dared thought they could kill his daughter.

And I listened to him.

I dashed down forwards into a roll, picking a trick arrow from my quiver before pulling myself up into a crouch, facing the oncoming opponents. I nocked the trick arrow and, my hand steady, expertly let the arrow loose. It soared through the air in a graceful arc, landing with perfect accuracy at the range rover's front wheels. As soon as the arrow came in contact, it exploded, blowing the range rover high into the air and over my head like a deadly, flaming comet. It landed with an earth-shaking crash behind me and Red Head who finally seemed to realise that I wasn't running with him anymore.

A shower of bullets rained down upon me as I crept swiftly to a nearby rock, nocking another arrow into the bow string. I raised my head above the rock, aiming carefully for the slowing tanks.

I could easily tell they were preparing to shoot at me but I also knew that all it took was one shot to destroy it. The tank blasted out its deadly missiles just as I let loose another arrow. I watched, self satisfied, as it once again soared with deadly accuracy towards the oncoming tanks. I never got to see it land though.

Strong arms enveloped my body, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. Before I could protest, whoever was carrying me was racing away from the tanks. I peered over my rescuers shoulders just in time to see the tanks missile blowing up exactly where I had been standing a few seconds before.

"Sorry," a voice said. I looked up to see Red Head, black goggles covering his eyes. "But they've got bigger arrows."

The scenery passed us in a blur as we gained speeds that shouldn't have been possible for an average human. I cringed into his chest as another missile zoomed past us, exploding to our left. I felt as if my skin was slowly being peeled back from my face as we sped faster and faster, repeatedly dodging the various missiles that seemed hell bent on reaching their mark. Though I didn't like Red Head helping me out at first, I admit, I liked the way he risked himself to save me. I liked the way he had picked me up and began carrying me off to safety whilst in his arms. It reminded me of a damsel in distress situation where the prince rescues the princess. However, as much as I would like to imagine it that way, I knew that I would never be a damsel in distress nether would I ever willingly let anyone save me besides myself. However, for Red Head, I would make an exception.

"Thanks," I said quietly, lifting my head from his chest to offer him a small smile.

Red Head grinned, glancing down at me. "Hey, I told you. Good guy. Now, not too pry but, uh, what's your name and, oh, what's this about you killing me?"

I resisted the urge to pull a face. Now that it was pretty obvious that this wasn't one of Father's stupid tests, I was going have to do some pretty smart talking to satisfy Red Head's curiosity.

Here we go.

In the end, I didn't need to do any smart talking. As soon as I mentioned my name, Red Head's eyes grew distant and, no matter how hard I tried, I could barely get his attention. He seemed solely focused on the endless expanse of sand in front of him. It was not that soon after that his breaths began to be much more laborious, each pant making a deep rasping sound. However, he kept on running.

I rested myself against his chest, watching the sun as it turned from it's utter daytime brilliance to a dashing and charming orb that hung amongst a pink and purple streaked sky.

The temperature had dropped amazingly when Red Head finally decided it was time for a break. He began to slow from his endless run, placing me carefully on the ground before leaning over and heaving in deep breaths of air.

I glanced at him in open concern. It was only then that I noticed his face was unnaturally pale.

"Sorry," he panted, wiping an arm across his brow, "Running while empty. Don't think I've eaten in a while."

He reached down to his wrist, pressing lightly on the black, metal cuff. A section of it slid away revealing a small area where it would be possible to store various things. He frowned. "We've must have been out here for more than twenty four hours or my cupboards wouldn't be bare."

I took this small piece of news in stride. So I must have been in the desert before when I woke up in the hut. SO why couldn't I remember anything? And what kind of boy stored food in his wrist?

All were very important questions.

I let out a small shriek as a something suddenly landed between us, forcing us apart and away from each other. For a terrible moment, I thought it was another bomb and fear ran through me. However, I soon realised it wasn't a bomb when the object growled.

I looked up in confusion, squinting through the dust o try and make out Red Head. Another boy was openly attacking Red Head, throwing him onto a near cliff face with a single strike. Almost instantly, all air in my body left. Red Head was down.

That meant it was up to me to take care of the boy until Red Head woke up. If he woke up but I'd rather not think of that.

The boy turned towards me and I widened my eyes. Though the boy was obviously feral due to the predatory gleam in his eyes and the way he was snarling at me, I still felt the need to appreciate to the obvious six pack this guy had. Wow. Talk about a prefect guy.

He took another step towards me, his face pulled into a snarl. Once again, Fathers voice was screaming my ear. He was telling me to get distance then attack. I listened to him.

All of the gymnastics and acrobatics lessons he given me flew through me head as I sprang backwards, landing lightly on my hands before springing up ton once again be on my feet. Expertly, I crouched and picked out an explosive arrow, nocking at as Feral Boy cam charging towards me. I let is loose.

The arrow found its mark like every other arrow I had shot, hitting him squarely on the chest, directly over his heart. A perfect Bullseye.

The arrow exploded, covering the boy in black ash and smoke. I grimly smiled when he had totally disappeared into the smoke.

I was just about to help Red Head who was now groaning loudly by the cliff face when I saw something that shouldn't be possible. Feral Boy walked out of the smoke.

Lightning quick, I knocked another explosive arrow and let it loose. Once again, even after it found its mark, the boy kept charging.

I let another arrow loose and another but the boy just seemed immune to them. Or he just really wanted to kill me. Either one.

Feral Boy reached his arms out to grab me but I ducked and rolled out his grasp, missing his arms just barely. He let out another roar, the sound echoing through the desert. However, it wasn't loud enough to not hear the unmistakable whistling sound. I had no time to run, no time to hide. I just crouched there, waiting for fiery reds, golds and yellows of another bomb.

For a second nothing happened. Feral Boy kept roaring, oblivious to the threat of a bomb while I just crouched there, probably looking like an amateur. Father would kill me.

Then the bomb hit. I snapped my eyes shut and curled myself into a ball, trying to ignore the terrible sound or the pounding heat. I made the mistake of letting out a shriek. I felt as if my insides were burning from the hot air, as if each individual organ was slowly curling up and dying. I couldn't breathe. As the shockwave picked me up and threw me forwards, I knew that if I didn't get air anytime soon, I would die.

At least if I died, it would probably mean Feral Boy would die as well. At least that would be one less of the list of really hot guys who just happen to want to kill me.

The explosion died down, leaving me to rest on the hard, hot ground, black dots poking through my eyesight. Groaning, I pulled myself up, ignoring the sudden pounding in my head. God, I was going to have brain damage after today.

A sudden roar caused me to take in my surroundings more. Feral Boy abruptly sprang over my head from the bomb site, roaring at two oncoming pieces of green metal before jumping again to land on one of the tanks, ripping it apart with his bare hands. I stood up slowly, frowning. HE had covered the distance between us and the tanks in two giant leaps while there had to have been more than twenty metres in between the tanks and us. Wow, Feral Boy just did not die, did he?

I watched him in amazement as he ripped the gun from its socket and threw it aside like a doll. He then moved on to the entire tank, picking it up effortlessly before once again tossing it across the sand like a discarded toy. This boy was not something you wanted to attack you. Yet if he was sent to attack us like I had originally thought, why was he attacking the people who are also trying to kill us?

"Whose side is he on?" I whispered.

A voice sounded at my ear. I glanced next to me warily to see Red Head, slightly bruised, staring at Feral Boy. I almost immediately felt relieved. So he wasn't dead after all. "You wanna stick around and find out?"

He didn't ask for my permission neither did I complain when Red Head picked me up, cradling me against his chest and ran in the opposite direction as Feral Boy. As e dust began to crowd around Red Head's feet, I was just able to see Feral Boy ripping apart the remaining tank. I wound my arms around Red Head's waist, gravitating towards him while suddenly sick in the stomach. This was just not my day.

I rested my head against his chest as he ran down a rather large sand dune. I could already tell he was getting tired due to the distant look that was now returning to his eyes. I was just about to ask him if he was alright when he tripped.

I froze against his chest, desperately trying to hold on as we flew and tumbled through the air. Finally, I was pulled away from him and thrown against the sand, rolling down the steep slope with enough force to kill someone. If they weren't me, of course.

I hit the base of the sand dune with a groan, stretching myself out across the sand. It was final. I was most certainly going to have brain damage after today.

I raised my head a whistling sound sounded through the desert. I nearly attacked the sand in frustration. Haven't we had enough explosions today?

I pulled myself into a defensive stance, legs far apart, knees bent slightly. Red Head was standing as well watching the sky as two fighter jets zoomed across the pink and orange streaked sky. Though they weren't bombs, they were certainly just as dangerous.

"Get down!" Red Head yelled. He pushed hard on my back, once again forcing me to the ground as the jets began shooting at us. For the second time that day, a shower of bullets rained down upon us, missing us by bare inches.

The whistling sound grew incredibly loud as the jets flew low over our heads, passing us only to turn around to have us in their eyesight again. My Father, whose voice I was really contemplating shutting up forever, was screaming at me to attack while I still had the chance. I couldn't exactly shoot when bullets were raining down upon me.

I nocked an arrow, aiming for the jets that seemed incredibly concentrated on killing. I let loose the arrow as soon as a voice sounded in my head.

Don't worry! I'm almost there!

I gasped. I watched as the arrow missed the jets by a long shot, exploding in mid air instead of their intended targets. However, I found that I couldn't care less.

I turned to Red Head, panic evident in my eyes. "Did you just hear a girl talking in your head?"

Red Head smirked. "Girls are always on my mind but they're not usually talking."

I scowled before returning to my attention to the two fighter jets. They were gaining distance incredibly fast and if I didn't act soon, I probably wouldn't make it. I frowned as what appeared to be a tinier jet was zooming along with the fighter jets. However, this jet seemed to be in a different shape. In fact, it almost seemed like the new jet was in the shape of a person. I blinked. Oh, god.

I could only barely tell when the person clapped their hands together and, as if some invisible force was behind the strings, the jets flew into each other, causing an impressive array of colours to light up the sky like fireworks.

A dark shadow floated in front of the explosion, drifting slowly down to earth. I gripped my bow tighter, ready at any moment to nock an arrow and fire if this person turned out to be a threat. The person turned out to be a girl with flowing, fire red hair. A dark blue and black cape and costume covered her body, similar to the costumes Red Head and I were wearing. However, the insignia on her chest was a giant, red 'X'.

But this wasn't the strangest thing about her. What was, however, was the fact that her skin was an unearthly, plant green.

She touched ground softly in front of us, a beatific grin coming to her face.

"Woah," Red Head observed. I felt the need to kick him to be quiet. "J'onn, the costume looks familiar but I'm not sure the new bod screams manhunter."

The girl widened her eyes in barely contained excitement. "You know my Uncle J'onn?" realisation dawned on her face as she looked skywards, "Hello Megan! Of course you do! You're Kid Flash, Wally, and you're Artemis."

I blinked. Huh. So he really was Kid Flash but Wally? Really?

"W-w-wait," Kid Flash interrupted, "Martian Manhunter is your Uncle? Is that how you know my name?"

I frowned at him, trying my hardest not to giggle. It was unprofessional to giggle. "You're names really Wally?"

He slumped his shoulders in a defeated sigh and it became even more difficult not to giggle. He looked pretty cute like that.

"It's okay," the girl, Megan, said, concern layering her voice, "We're teammates, friends. I-I made you cookies!"

I frowned. I sure as hell didn't know her but that didn't mean Kid Flash hadn't. I put a hand on my hip, narrowing my eyes at him who suddenly looked very guilty. I raised my eyebrows. "You know her?"

"No," he said hurriedly, "I swear, beautiful. I've never seen her before in my life! At least, not that I know of."

I resisted the urge to laugh again. The beautiful part was a nice touch but it was a pity I didn't respond to persuasion by flattery.

Megan sighed, defeat colouring her voice, "You've both lost your memories too." She glanced behind her at the billowing, black smoke the jets had created. Men were beginning to approach us. "C'mon, I'll fill you in as we go. Robin and Superboy need our help."

She began walking off, probably expecting us to follow her. Warily, I began to trail behind her. Though I barely knew her and I sure didn't trust her, she offered answers to questions I wanted to know and that was a good enough reason for me.

"Of course," Kid Flash ranted, a few feet behind me, "Robin and Super what now?"

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