Grimmy: This will more than likely be updated daily or several times a day if I'm feeling good.

"Do you have to be so-"

They both growled in frustration upon realizing that they both were saying the exact same thing at the same time. Again. It was becoming a painfully common occurrence at both the cave and out on the field in battle and neither of them liked the idea that maybe they had the same thought process at times.

An angry flush settled on their cheeks and Artemis dropped the lanky redhead on the ground. He landed with an a dull thump and she could practically hear him seething. Her back, waist, and back of her thighs became cold quickly and she realized that she wasn't damp with blood. She was soaked and she was pretty sure he'd gotten her hair too. He was definitely a bleeder and she sort of wished he would just pass out already and make this trip easier.

"Look Red, the only reason I didn't leave your ass back there was because I didn't feel like hearing them bitch when they found you bleeding to death on some sidewalk when they finally found you." She glared at him, trying to force him into admitting he was wrong and that she was the one in control now. Trying to force him to see that she was his only hope at getting back alive.

"Well I wouldn't have these stupid holes in my legs if you weren't such a bitch. Maybe if you were doing your job-"

She cut him off before he could finish, her blue eyes narrowing into slits. He really knew just what to say to get under her skin. "If you were doing your job and distracting them I wouldn't have to carry you!"

"Says the person who can't aim for SHIT!"

They glared at each other for a few short moments, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. "Why don't you go run off somewhere. Oh wait, you can't." A small smirk tugged at her lips. "Because you got yourself fucked up." She could just barely make out his green eyes widening for a moment in surprise, not quite sure how to react to the low blow.

He finally growled in frustration. He'd never been fond of hitting girls, not even when his life depended on it, but he had an inkling that punching her in the face would have been extremely satisfying. He could practically feel the soft skin of her cheeks molding around his tightly curled fist. Over and over.

"Did it ever occur to you that I was taking the shot for you? If I hadn't I'd be the one carrying you home right now. In. A. Bag. I may not like you but at least I'm not cold enough to let my teammates die. Why don't you learn to be a player and quit being so fucking selfish." His voice was harsher than he realized and this time she was the one with widened eyes.

For some reason her heart was racing and she had a feeling that it wasn't because she was out of breath but was linked, more so, to the boy she'd been carrying. And for a moment she blushed and felt rather nice inside despite all the anger. She huffed, regaining her angry demeanor as she squatted down to help him onto her back again.

"Shut up and get on already," she muttered.

She sighed and started walking.

Grimmy: So, yeah, you should alert this since it's not a oneshot. Oh, and reviews please. :) Like I said before I'll probably be uploading something new for this everyday since I have the next few chapters/drabbles already written out already. I'm already on number six! Oh, shameless advertising! You should all check out the YJ Challenge Forums!