A/N: ...I know I know why am I writing another story when I have three others to finish? Well because of that last episode that's why. Yup I'm writing tons of fluff. I'm updating everything else soon I promise. For now here's a five-shot that I aim to finish by Friday... Ovp, if you're reading this, this is the reason I haven't been on the googledoc. Hehe. I'm going right now. Also the title is French. Look it up in google translate. It'll make more sense.

Disclaimer: I don't own YJ but I do own all of these spitfire feels and they want out.

Souvenir

by Janelle

Chapter 1:

They'd only been dating two months but it was Valentine's Day, which Artemis supposed meant something when you were a couple.

She knew Wally well enough by now to be certain he thrived on all sorts of cheesy, romantic nonsense. He would want to spend the entire day tossing red and pink confetti around the cave, eating heart-shaped chocolate and utilizing every corny pick up line in his register, even though they were already dating and his pick up lines were no longer required or welcome.

But being a teenage vigilante who was in the middle of mid-terms did make her pretty busy - and forgetful. So that's why after dragging herself home from a particularly grueling mission she'd glanced at the calendar on her desk, discovered that tomorrow was indeed Valentine's Day, and dragged herself to CVS at midnight; where she'd proceeded to attempt and decide which Hallmark card Wally would prefer.

She finally chose the one that wasn't splattered with dramatic red and pink hearts and proclamations of undying love. It was simple and white and said Happy Valentine's Day in bold red ink, it almost seemed like something you'd give to a parent or a friend but Artemis was certain Wally would understand. They'd only been dating two months after all. They weren't in love yet. She was certainly not reduced to puddle of mushy gunk when he lowered his green eyes on her and didn't say anything at all. She most definitely did not enjoy being held in his arms, close to his chest, and leaning her head against his skin in order to hear the quiet fluttering of his heart. And she was not, repeat: was not, by any means in love with the idiot. They were dating, yes, and she liked him. But love…

"Maybe…" Artemis said aloud, before shaking her head and rubbing her hands over her eyes. She was still covered in dirt and sweat from their mission. All she wanted was a shower, not to question her feelings for the Wall-man. She'd done enough of that before they'd started dating. She grumbled something about 'stupid speedster boyfriends' and stomped over to the snack aisle.

There were dozens of candies to choose from, all in red heart-shaped boxes. Boxes that were undoubtedly filled with fudges and cherry chocolate and macaroons but as Artemis' eyes shifted over them she felt her heart slowly begin to deflate. She placed her shopping basket on the ground at her feet and crossed her arms. She'd thought she knew Wally better than this, but she didn't even know his favorite candy.

She glanced over the Valentine's display once more and found her eyes wandering to the end of the aisle.

It was late. She was tired. And Wally did like Oreos.

The next day at the cave Artemis sauntered to the kitchen, holding a plastic shopping bag behind her back as she peered around the corner. She sighed, entered and then immediately stiffened as she felt a rush of air ripple throughout the room. There was a sudden hand on her shoulder and a tickling of warm breath against the back of her neck.

"Hey babe, watcha got there," Wally asked, reaching for the bag.

Artemis twirled and Wally's hand leapt from her shoulder. He stared down at her, his green eyes wide in confusion as she glared at the ground.

"Artemis? Is everything-"

"Here," she said, shoving the bag toward him, "I got you a Valentine's present…or whatever."

There was a brief moment of silence in which Artemis was frightened that Wally hadn't heard her, she didn't want to have to say it again, but when she looked up at him he was simply staring down at the bag in her hands in disbelief as if he wasn't quite sure if it really existed. His eyes slid up to hers.

"Valentine's?" he said in confusion.

"Yes. A little slow on the uptake there Wally," Artemis scoffed, "Aren't you supposed to be Kid Flash."

"But…today's not Valentine's Day," Wally said decidedly, shaking his head, "I bought chocolate."

"What?"

"I bought you chocolate and a card and- Oh my god it's not Valentine's Day is it?" he groaned, pushing a hand through his hair, "I completely forgot. I made reservations and- and-"

"Wally, what are you talking about?" Artemis asked, shoving the plastic bag into his arms after deciding she was tired of holding it.

"This was supposed to be special," he said fingering the bag in his hands as he plopped down at a bar stool, "that mission last night, and school and everything, completely threw me off schedule. I forgot."

Artemis laughed.

"What's so funny?" Wally pouted.

"Just open the bag, moron," she said, sitting beside him.

He didn't have to be told twice. Instead of opening it, however, he merely dumped the entire bag upside down so that the contents spilled across the countertop.

He stared for a few moments - in which Artemis had to scold her quivering heart and tell it that it should not by any means stop beating just because Wally wasn't satisfied with his Valentine's Day present. If he didn't that was his loss.

"Oreos?" Wally said, a sudden smile stretching across his face, "Oreos and Twizzlers and Goldfish? Babe, you rock."

Artemis tried not to smile as he leaned over and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. She stifled her contentment as he tore open the bag of Double Stuf Oreos and began to gracelessly shove them into his open mouth. She simply rolled her eyes as he said things like: "wonderful" and "the best girl" and "taking you to dinner tonight".

But somewhere deep within her calloused heart she felt relieved that Wally had forgotten Valentine's Day, relieved that he'd been satisfied with a card and a package of Oreos, relieved that she could sit here with him, alone and wordlessly – the only noise interrupting the silence, Wally's loud chewing – and just be comfortable.

She began to think that maybe – maybe - she could grow to love this boy after all.

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