This is one of those stories that has been bouncing around in my head for ages, I've written a couple of chapters and I really like where it's going so I want to continue it and bring my idea to fruition. This is going to be a very long story and I don't know when I'll have time to update it - it probably is a terrible idea to add anymore to plate at the moment but I really want to share this story. As a result I probably won't have time to respond to my reviewers the way I usually do but I'd love to hear your feedback as always; your comments always brighten my day. So please enjoy. :)

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

Siblings

Prologue

In retrospect she should have seen this coming.

She really should have.

It was her father after all. Any idiot would have recognized the signs when her father of all people offered to take her on a play date - in another city. Her father didn't do play dates. If only she had suggested they go for another round of training instead. That's what Jade would have suggested. Even at six years old Jade was levelheaded enough to recognize a set up when it was happening. But not her. No Artemis did not possess that oh-so-special Crock sixth sense. She had just thought he was being "nice" to her because mom had just died and Jade had not been back for weeks and Artemis couldn't hit a single mark let alone stop crying. So he had presented her with a "treat" and like a fool she had taken it.

If she was considering all the gross oversights she had made in her life the second one would be not getting off the swing when that cankerous, sun speckled redheaded boy demanded it was his turn. If she had just let Wally have the swing instead of blatantly saying for him to go away because he was a farthead maybe she wouldn't be here now. Maybe all the wonderful, crazy things that her life had become might have been for naught - you can't miss what you never knew, right? Maybe the roles would be reversed and she wouldn't feel so shitty. The last person she wanted to see again so soon was her father after he had just royally screwed her over on the last mission. Now Wally was mad at her and Red Arrow was breathing down her neck and she just wished none of this had ever happened.

"What are you doing here?" Artemis eked out drawing her bowstring taut in her hands and training it on Sportsmaster as he sat on the West family sofa legs propped up on the coffee table as if he owned the place.

"Is that anyway to talk to your father baby girl?" he smirked pulling the mask off, "Just checking up on you. Making sure your little foster family is treating you right."

Artemis took a measured step to left and Sportsmaster raised his hands in mock surrender. "Leave."

"Come now. You worked so hard to hide your family ties. Really going to blow it now."

"Leave."

"Shhhhh," grinned Sportsmaster standing and crossing the room in the three boot strides it took to reach her, "We wouldn't want to upset your parents." He pointed behind her and Artemis dropped her bow and arrow with a clatter whipping around to stare horrified into the terrified faces of a gagged Rudolph and Mary West as Jade boringly poked them into the living room with her knife.

"I don't know how you stand these people," she sighed giving a particularly nasty jab as Mary made a move towards the blonde. "They just won't stop talking."

"Let them go!"

"They blamed you, didn't they?" prodded Sportsmaster cattily circling her. Crunching her bow beneath his heavy combat boots in the process. "They'll never trust you again that little team of yours and the redhead, psh."

"Stop! Let them go!"

"They've made you soft and now it's time to grow up." Artemis felt her father's iron like grip encircle her wrist as she struggled against his hold trying to get to the Wests. "You tired baby girl. You can fight Jade. You tried to fight me. But you. Can't. Fight. Who. You. Are. Time to switch sides Artemis, you'll never be one of them. You belong with us."

Artemis inhaled deeply feeling thirty times more miserable then she had previously. They knew now. They knew who she was. Knew what she was. What an utter failure and disgrace she had turned out to be. However, when she looked up instead of meeting glares and contemptuous gazes she was startled to meet the unwavering look of her foster parents. They still trusted her. They didn't care and that was all that mattered.

"Great pep talk dad," mocked Artemis struggling anew in his grip, "We should do these little family reunions more often but I don't think they'll be as much fun in jail. I'm never in a million years going with you." Even if she couldn't see her father's look of livid disapproval his grip tightened exponentially around her wrist and he forcefully began dragging her towards the door.

"You're coming with Jade and I and we're going to teach you some manners."

"Like hell she is!" yelled the unmistakable voice of Kid Flash as he slammed into Cheshire for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. "Let my sister and parents go."

"God this is getting crowded," stated Jade, "You got what you wanted Sporty?"

"Right here," quipped Lawrence pulling her up so that her feet were no longer touching the ground and her eyes were level with his. "Time to say bye-bye."

"No! Let me go!" Artemis screamed clawing at the paw encasing her wrist, desperately trying to free herself.

"Let her go!" roared Wally and that was the last thing she heard before there was a flash and her world went black.

"ARTEMIS!"