This idea just came to me. I was thinking of something for Paper Sun and reading this Young Justice story when this hit me and the plot bunny got all excited. It kept hopping around saying 'Write me!' and well, I couldn't ignore it, now could I?

Disclaimer: All we fans can do is wish upon a star…

Canada, Hazelton 1975.

As he sits alone at the bar all by himself, I can't help but think he looks like some kind of fallen angel.

That strange hair-do, those hard lines around his eyes suggesting that he's seen things no ones ever meant to see. The guarded look in his eyes as he stars down into the cup of whiskey in his hand. All muscle, even I could see that from here. He has that 'Me against the world' vibe going on with him. And he seems tense, like he's expecting a fight to come to him, or for someone to come and insult him, or something, like he's just expecting something bad to happen any minute now.

It's like pain is radiating from him in waves, pain…and anger. He seems lost, lonely…maybe even sad but he hides his emotions well, but not from me. I'm called not called Observer for nothing, as whoever's reading this should know.

But there's the goodness there too, the lines around his mouth telling a tale of laughter and happiness that must have been in his life at some point because the lines come from a smile, and not the frown he's sporting now. There's that fierce kind of protectiveness surrounding him that people are mistaking for rage. There's just something there that tells you if you knew him, if he knew you and liked you and accepted you into his life…that you'd be safe with him…always.

But that's a ridiculous thing to think, isn't it?

Still, it's what I think of him- what I can see from him. Who knows, he could be exactly as I write him to be, maybe he's that nice, caring person with a big heart with a tough exterior because too many people have betrayed him and he's wary of letting anyone close.

But there I go again, I don't even know the man and I'm already making him into someone he might not be. Besides, it's not like I'll ever see him again so why am I writing this all down?

Okay, I do realize why. It's just to write something, to have something to do to distract me from all these drunks and flirty people. I'm doing this because when I'm writing, my dad said I have this 'Fuck Off, I'm busy' thing going on.

But I can see out of the corner of my eye that my cousin is trying to get my attention. Probably to tell me that her boyfriend will bring her home, or that she's had enough of this scene and ready to sleep.

Artemis sighed and closed the book she was writing in. It felt uncomfortable and strange to be in a bar when she herself had never drank before. But who else was going to be her cousins driver when she knew well enough that her cousin liked getting stone cold drunk?

So she got up, she went to her cousin and helped her into the car before she fell on her face. She tried hard not to think of the strange man all alone at the bar, because, it wasn't like she was ever going to see him again, right?

So this is just a tester, the prologue to the story. I might write more of it, I might not. It all depends on my mood really, and how popular this is. I don't think I've ever seen a story quite like this before and hey, I'm branching out too.

Which is a good thing, because I've been wanting to for a while…

Review, please?