I am now officially a night owl, fall asleep at 4 in the morning and not wake up until 12 in the afternoon. That is except on the days where I have to go to the sleep depriving, social life sucking place they call high school. I honestly could not fall asleep without putting this down, so please accept this fluff as my gift to you. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, although I sure wish I did.

The walls seemed like they were closing in from every side. It seemed like he- they- would be crushed between them. Wally's mind flashed to old cartoons where the bad guy would become paper thin when an anvil or a piano dropped on him. He wondered if that was what he would look like if he didn't get out soon.

No, I'll probably be a pile of bones on the ground by the time the team finds me. He started breathing a little faster and he could feel his heart racing as he tried to calm himself.

"Wally!"He heard a voice next to him and suddenly, the walls became still. "Wally!" he heard the voice again and turned his head to the right. Of all the people in the world, he had to be stuck in this tiny room with Artemis. Just his luck.

"What are doing?" she asked him but did not give him a chance to answer. "Well whatever it is, stop. It's freaking me out!" she snapped at him

"Oh well I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, it's just the fact that we are stuck in an 8ft by 8ft room with no way to get out!"

"Calm down, M'gann will find us soon and we will be out, so for the love of all that is good in the world, will you please just calm down. I can practically feel you vibrating!" She spoke so plainly like she was just telling what she had for breakfast this morning. And that made Wally mad.

"Are you crazy? For all you know we could die in here before anyone finds us!"

"Well aren't you the optimist. Why are you freaking out about this so much? Geez, I've never seen you like this before. What's wrong with you?" She asked, sounding annoyed but slightly curious at the same time.

Wally let out a sigh. She was so infuriating and somehow he always ended up with her. He didn't know why he did it, but he found himself explaining himself to her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just that I don't like small places, I feel like they're closing in on me."

For a moment there was stiff silence.

Then, Artemis started laughing.

Wally flared up. "What? It's perfectly reasonable to not like the feeling of suffocation!" Artemis slowed her guffawing to small giggles. Wally turned forward and started reciting the Periodic Table in his head to distract himself from the closed in feeling again. As Artemis took in his stony face, she finally stopped laughing.

"You're serious?" she asked with laughter still in her voice. Wally turned to look at her.

"Oh please, like you're the most fearless person in the world? Oh wait; you're Artemis, the emotionless machine. He turned again to face forward. It was quiet for another five minutes before anyone spoke, and when they did, it was Artemis who spoke up first.

'"Thunderstorms," she replied simply, "I am afraid of thunderstorms."

She was quiet, recalling the reason for her fear. Her face was back to a mask of impenetrability. After a couple of minutes, Wally spoke up.

"Well...at least it's not clowns." At this, the corner of her lips tugged up slightly.

For the next ten minutes, Wally focused on his breathing, trying to keep it even, counting each one to distract him. But he was a speedster, and speedsters have very, very, small attention spans. Pretty soon, the thoughts of suffocation entered his mind again, the terrifying feeling of being trapped.

He started shaking again and he shut his eyes tight, fear coursing through his veins.

That is, until he felt a warmth on his shoulder. A slim hand slid down his arm and stopped on top of his hand.

Wally opened his eyes and turned toward the girl next to him. Artemis interlaced her small calloused hand into his soft, warm one. Emerald met grey as the small hand squeezed gently.

"I have an idea Wally," her voice was barely above a whisper. "Close your eyes."

His eyes slipped closed without protest as he felt movement around him. The hand was removed from his and he felt disappointment rise within him.

Then, he felt the same warmth on his jaw as slim fingers slipped under his cowl and pushed it off. Then the hand went to the nape of his neck, tugging him gently. He followed her instruction, lowering his head until he felt his forehead make contact with warm skin.

Wally opened his eyes and first saw that Artemis removed her cowl as well and second, his head was nuzzled in the crook of her neck.

"My mother used to hold me like this when I had one of my nightmares. I was a pretty crazy kid, my nightmares ones of legend." There was some laughter in her tone and Wally chuckled softly.

"I used to calm down instantly, just closed my eyes and listened to my mom singing to me," he voice was down to a whisper. "Close your eyes Wally, we're going to be fine."

"Artemis…"

"Shhh, just relax. Close your eyes and sleep. Dream about the piles of food you can pig out with when we get out of here." She laughed silently and leaned back against the wall slightly, putting her in a better position for Wally to lean into her.

His hand found hers and he interlocked their fingers. His nose skimmed across the soft skin of her graceful neck, causing the blond to shiver, her fingers tightening around his.

He raised his lips to her ear, "Thanks Arty".

"No problem Baywatch. And stop calling me Arty."

…

After a couple hours the two teammates were curled up against each other, lost in sleep. Somewhere in the night, their positions had reversed. Wally was leaning against the wall and Artemis lay across his chest, their hands still interlocked.

They only stirred awake when the telltale signs of a lock being picked sounded through the room. The two pulled apart and shared a look that said, Our secret, and righted themselves. They stood up, gathering their belonging, ready to run out with Robin as he threw open the door.

A few weeks later at Mt. Justice, there was a storm brewing by the time the teens had finished debriefing and gotten ready for bed, a thunderstorm. Everyone went into their respective rooms after wishing each other 'good night' and 'sweet dreams'.

But Wally West was waiting in the living room for an archer he knew would show up eventually. After all, he had to repay the favor.

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