Author's Note: This is my first fic I'm publishing. After recieving some very helpful advice, I revised this. No story/plot changes.I just spaced it out more. I am much more happy with the way it looks. Thank for the advice (you know who you are!). Please read, review, suggestions welcome (T or below). Stay whelmed and the feel the aster!
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Full from his midnight snack, Wally walked to his room at the Cave. He was too tired to go home and the thought of a comfy bed less than a hundred feet away was too good to pass up. Out of habit, he walked by Artemis's room. Usually, at this hour, she'd be at her own home, but she too had decided to spend the night of the cave. Wally was expecting silence as he strolled past her doorway, but he heard something; something he'd thought he'd never hear coming from her room: sniffling.
Quietly, he pressed his ear to the door to make sure what he was hearing was real. His heart dropped as he realized it was. "A-Artemis? What's wrong?" Wally stammered. His words were barely above a whisper.
"Go away!" Artemis snapped. But her voice wasn't snippy or full of anger. It was filled with sadness and hurt.
"Please, beautiful, let me in." he whispered sincerely.
A couple more sniffles.
A sob.
After a long minute, the door whooshed open, and Wally was surprised at the sight he saw. Artemis, hair in tangles, her shirt wet from sweat, lay in the fetal position on her bed; her green covers in a pile on the floor. Artemis quickly sat up and tried to suck up her tears. Wally sat next to her on the bed.
"What happened?" Just his mere presence made Artemis feel a little safer. Already, the darkness from her night mare was satring to lift, just by him being close.
"Nothing, Baywatch." she said quickly, waving her hand. Wally knew she was lying. For a long moment, he looked over the girl. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips quivered, and ever so slightly, she was trembling.
"You're not okay. Something happened." It was a statement. He said it matter of factly. Artemis shifted and looked at Wally. His white tank top and sweatpants closely hugged his muscular frame. There was deep concern in his green eyes. Artemis knew he cared very much about her. All the sly remarks they made about each other meant nothing. He loved her. And she loved him. But more importantly, she trusted him. Trust was a rare gift she ever dubbed anybody. Her gaze shifted to her hands, which were in her lap.
She sighed, long and deep.
"It…it was a nightmare. But it was worse than the others. The others were just… reruns of bad parts in my life. But this? This was a full on nightmare. And you… you..." she trailed off, choking sobs racking her body.
"What Artemis?" Wally asked, moving closer. She looked him square in the eye.
"You died. And my dad… he killed you!" Now she was crying. Crying in front of him. His arms pulled her into a close hug. He rubbed her hair while she cried.
"Let it out, beautiful. Let it out." he cooed over and over again. Really, was there a guy more perfect than Wally? He didn't press for information about her nightmare; he didn't run away when she began to sob. He just held her close and tight while she cried.
Hours later, even when Artemis managed to fall back asleep, Wally still held on to his spitfire.