Author Note: I've been working really hard on this story for a couple of weeks now, and I thank my lovely beta, intrajanelle, for working out all the kinks! I'm really excited for you guys to read this, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or its characters.

The Olympic Dream

Artemis

"Lift that elbow, don't get sloppy now. We don't have the time for you to be sloppy."

The blonde spins on her heel and lowers her loaded bow. She rolls her gray eyes at her new coach. "I know Oliver, stop your nagging."

He raises his hands making the ever popular air-quotes. He's actually more sarcastic than she originally thought because he seems to use air-quotes to get his point across most of the time. "I'll stop 'nagging' when you remember to raise your elbow without me having to tell you."

Spinning on her heel, she turns back to her target. Raising her elbow much too high to get a good shot in, she pulls her bow string taut as if she's about to let the arrow soar through the air. "Is this high enough for ya?"

Behind her Oliver Queen rolls his eyes and begins to wonder, not for the first time, why he's agreed to come out of retirement and coach the world's sassiest young adult. "I don't know why I agreed to put up with you," he says, voicing his thoughts.

Artemis Crock, done teasing her coach and ready to get back to practicing like a professional archer, lowers her elbow to the appropriate height and lets the arrow fly through the air towards its target seventy yards away. "It's really quite simple Ollie; we're going to the Olympics." She grins at him.

"I told you to stop calling me that." But as they both watch the arrow hit its intended target, the middle of the bull's-eye, he can't help return the smile.

Wally

"Alright kid, good practice, way to power through that last mile. Do a quick warm down and let's pack up and get something to eat." Barry Allen advises while patting his nephew's back.

Wally West stands on the Olympic-sized track panting, hunched over, hands on his knees. Panting aside he still manages to grumble to himself, "Cool down, Uncle B, it's a cool down."

Barry hears his nephew's correction and laughs, "Right. You do your cool down and I'll pack up the car and meet you at that diner by your aunt's office."

"Sounds great," Wally says. He's finally caught his breath and he repositions himself upright.

Watching his uncle and longtime coach head to his car his mind runs over what he has just heard. "Hey wait a minute! Uncle Barry!"

"See you there!" Barry rolls up the window, laughing. He stops halfway and yells out as an afterthought, "Be there in twenty minutes, no later Wally! I mean it."

Wally starts to head in the direction of town, angrily muttering to himself and his stomach agrees with him, grumbling all the way there.

Conner

"Into the scoring zone Conner!" A small woman to the side of the ring yells, throwing her hands up in the air she announces, "Stop!"

She lithely climbs under the ropes and enters the boxing ring. Standing next to the monstrous, muscle of a man, known as Conner Kent, she looks even smaller than one would initially have thought, although that doesn't stop Conner's opponent from cowering in fear at the sight of Dinah Lance.

"Conner the scoring zone! Jab into the scoring zone!" she deftly puts one black boxing glove over her right hand barely wincing as it covers her taped up fingers and gestures to the man in front of her. She outlines her opponent's midsection and face, both shielded by protective gear. The man, standing in for Conner's usual sparring partner, looks nervously around the room wishing he could be anywhere else.

Conner merely grunts, "I know," in response.

Ms. Lance responds by taking a few jabs at the human punching bag, bouncing from her front foot to the back left. The man she's subjected to her hits falls down, unused to quick hits backed by bursts of power.

"If you know that then why are you not hitting there? You can't just blindly throw punches. Boxing isn't here for you to let your anger out on your opponent, Conner. That's what punching bags are for and even then you have to use the correct form so you don't injure yourself." Another grunt. "You're mad, I get that. Just don't let the fact you're angry at your father become the reason this man has to go to the hospital. Were done for today," she says ripping off her glove. "I can't get you to do anything right when you're in a rampage like this."

Her reverse psychology receives the first fully-formed sentence from him today. "No, I can do it."

She let a smile grace her delicate features for a second, not quite looking the part of a hard-core boxing trainer, but her smile fades quickly into a small smirk. "Then do it right."

Megan and Zatanna

She stands to the side of the mat, holding her pole, excitement radiating from her body. Here, Megan Morse, is about to begin her first practice as an Olympic alternate for the women's pole-vault event. It is all she's ever wanted, the experience of making it to London would still be amazing even if she didn't get the opportunity to compete. After the official had announced her name as an alternate she had been eager to get back to her favorite place in the world, Marion Athletic Recreation Stadium, locally known as MARS.

She had grown up at the indoor track watching her uncle practice and compete in pole-vaulting and had immediately fallen in love with the sport. She'd begged her uncle John for a whole month to let her try after watching him compete for the first time. After he'd finally relented he had watched her in awe as she practically flew over the bar, which had been set at a meager six feet. She had been nine.

She was undoubtedly talented, and being talented had given her the upper hand in many of her competitions, including state her freshman year where she had won first place, but that didn't mean she didn't have to practice daily during the majority of her childhood and teenage years. She didn't mind practicing, she loved the feeling of pushing the off the pole and flying over the bar, it just felt right.

So after returning home late last night on the last flight into her hometown, she was here at her second home, waiting for her coach, Uncle John. Already stretched out and marking her placement on the runway she sees her uncle enter the track with an older man and a young girl, both sharing the same black well-groomed hair.

"Megan come meet Mr. Zatara and his daughter Zatanna." her uncle calls. Jogging over she can hear him explain, "This is the niece I was telling you about, Megan. She will also be headed to the Olympics this summer."

Finally making her way over to the group, a smile on her face, she raises her hand to greet the man and his daughter. "Hello!"

Two hellos, handshakes, and several minutes later the two young women are laughing like old friends. Apparently, after a year of convincing her father, Zatanna is going to compete in the Olympics on the US fencing team and, just like Megan, she is eager to show the world what hard practice, perseverance, and just plain awesomeness can lead to. With her uncle's permission, Megan decided to skip one practice to go for lunch with Zatanna and a couple of her Olympic friends.

"They're great! You'll fit in perfectly, I only just met them, but I can see us all being really good friends even after this is all over!" Zatanna says brightly. "Plus there is this really cute guy I've had my eye on since we started hanging out."

Megan nods excitedly. She can't wait to go to London!

"Here you go sir, enjoy your food. Would you like me to bring you another water?" Wally succeeds in giving his waitress a 'yes thank-you' and a wink before effectively turning off his 'sexy charm' and greedily inhaling his enormous second breakfast/first lunch.

"God, if I didn't know any better I'd say you hadn't eaten in days. Maybe weeks."

Somehow with all the food in his mouth, Wally manages to convey something that sound similar to: "Shut up Dick".

Dick Grayson, teasing his best friend, imitates Wally with his mouth full before saying, "What was that? Suit up? Wall-man you have got to stop sitting on your couch watching 'How I Met Your Mother' reruns, or you'll never make it back to the Olympics. Your life will only be dary."

Wally, crunching what's left of the ice cubes in his drink, asks, "Dairy? Dick did you just call my life a food group?"

A voice behind him answers his question, "Well it makes sense with all that food you eat. Who knows? Maybe after our Olympic days are long behind us you may actually become a couch potato. But no, he meant dary, as in legendary." She flashes her hands imitating one of those giant signs with the blinking lights on Broadway. The girl slides into the booth next to Wally, knocking his bag to the floor to make more room for herself.

"You know I was enjoying my hard earned meal after a particularly difficult practice before the two of you showed up."

The waitress comes back with a refill for Wally's water, and Wally takes the liberty of ordering another order of fries and two more pancakes. Barbara and Dick both ask for a water. The waitress smiles as she walks away knowing she's going to get a good tip.

Barbara Gordon leans over the table ignoring Wally's comment. "Do you think he's on a date? I mean he looks like he's making googly eyes over there with all that food."

"Wouldn't surprise me, it's not like we haven't seen him making kissy faces at his food before."

Wally's head falls onto the table, rattling his now empty plate, "Leave me alone, trolls."

"Don't worry Wallace, just keep your chin up because Babs and I have already found another accomplice in our plot to annoy you."

Wally's groan echoes around their booth, leading both Olympic gymnasts to smile smugly and the waitress, who's already come back with their food and drinks, to give a concerned look to her best patron of the week.

They all hear the jingle of the bell as the diner door opens, revealing Zatanna. Saying her hellos she slides into the booth next to Dick, Wally sees Barbara look pointedly at her phone.

"Not that I'm not glad that you're all here, but I don't remember making plans for a group lunch."

"Well it's not the whole group. Artemis just texted saying she and Conner can't make it," Barbara says, sliding her phone back into her pocket.

"Who are Artemis and Conner? And will you quit taking my fries?" Wally says, outraged that Barbara has slowly been stealing his fries ever since the front door had announced Zatanna's arrival.

"Artemis is Queen's new protégé, she's ranked second nationally in archery. And Conner is that angry boxer that Dinah's agreed to coach," Dick says dipping some of Wally's fries in ketchup.

"Archer! We don't need another archer, having one moody archer in the group is enough." Wally burst.

"Wally," Barbara sighed, "Kaldur says that the fight Oliver and Roy had has really torn him apart. He isn't the same guy we met four years ago. Kaldur says he's really gone downhill. He might not even make it back this year."

Wally let out a humph, "Where is Kaldur anyway? I thought you said this was a group lunch. We might as well have everyone here."

Zatanna rolls her eyes. "Wally, Kaldur's at time trials. You know, so he can come to London with us?"

"Whatever, new archer, angry boxer, no Roy and no voice of reason. This isn't lunch. This is a bomb dropped on my head by the three of you!"

"Look Babs we did ruin his lunch date." Barbara cackled along with Dick.

"Oh cheer up Wally. When you see who I brought along you're going to want to spend every meal with the group," Zatanna says smiling. She stands and heads over to a small redhead who had just entered the building, and then drags her over to their table.

"Guys this is Megan. This is Dick, Barbara, and that's Wally," Zatanna explains, pointing to each person.

"Hey, babe!" Oh yes I am 'cheered up', Wally thinks. "You can sit by me if you like," he says enthusiastically, nudging Barbara to move.

"There's no need to be pushy. There's enough room for all of us. You can sit by me, Megan," Barbara says while simultaneously pushing Wally into the back corner of the booth, effectively cutting his chance to chat up Megan.

A/N: Just so you guys aren't confused I've made a list of what event each character is involved in:

Artemis: Women's Individual for archery

Roy: Men's Individual for archery

Wally: Men's 5,000 meters and the 10,000 meters in track and field

Conner: Men's Light-Heavyweight in Boxing

Dick: Men's Still Rings, Parallel Bars, and High Bar in gymnastics

Barbara: Women's Floor, Uneven Bars, and Balance Beam in gymnastics

Megan: Women's pole vaulting

Zatanna: Women's Individual Epée in fencing

Kaldur: Men's 400IM, 200 IM, and 200 Breaststroke in swimming

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