Un-ceased

AN: This is me typing a story that I wrote two years ago when I first started writing fan fiction and first experienced spitfire sadness, and I'm only going to write what I already wrote down, unless somebody wants me to continue it which is pretty unlikely. I have another young justice story that I am still working on that is more well written than this one, but I just feel like typing this one out because there are a few good things that I like in it. It is sometimes annoying to me whenever authors write fan fiction and never finish them without an explanation. And sadly, that is probably what I will wind up doing with this story.

Chapter 3

Artemis stared into her friend's eyes. They were a bright whelmingly blue and you could tell that he had been crying. He carried a closed black umbrella in his hand, and looked down at the grave.

"Artemis I-" he was cut off by her hugging him.

He embraced her closely, making her feel warm in the icy rain that was still falling. She looked up into his eyes.

"It's okay," she comforted him. He sighed and put his chin on her shoulder. When they finished hugging Dick opened his umbrella, and they walked away in silence from the grave.

More time passed. More grieving came. More days past, until they were weeks and the weeks become months. Artemis still continued to go on missions again, while Dick decided to take a break. She hadn't seen him since that day at the funeral. No one had, not even Kaldur. She now lived with her mom again since she couldn't bear living in the apartment that she had lived in with Wally. Her mom comforted her as much as she could. But she could never get over it.

She was getting ready for another session with Black Canary, and she left for the watchtower.

"Tigress B07" the computer announced her arrival.

She changed her costume and her name just not to her remind herself of Wally. She was dressed in her Tigress uniform and approached the door. Black Canary was waiting for her as she walked through the door.

Black Canary smiled kindly at her, "So what's been on your mind?"

"A lot," Artemis sighed, taking off her mask.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Artemis took a deep breath,"When wally died... I just don't believe he is actually.. you know, dead. Part of me doesn't want to accept it. I don't know why."

Black Canary remembered something, "Do you remember the training exercise we did five years ago?"

"Yeah, I remember. I was the first one to die."

Black Canary smiled, "Do you know how Wally took it?"

Artemis looked at the ground in thought, "No, he never told me what happened. when I asked him about it he said it wasn't a big deal."

"That sounds like him," Black Canary chuckled, "He was devastated when you died, and not just because of Miss Martian's emotions affecting him. He tried desperately to prove that you weren't dead. But he was wrong. You already tried to do the same thing and now you just have more devastation and more bad memories like he did. I know the exercise was fake, but if he was still looking for you he would have found you by now."

"Thank you. I understand, but I want to look for him one last time."*

And with that she left the room.

AN:*Hahaha I made a Hamilton reference before it was even made. lol jk.

There were a few sentences that I added here and there cuz I needed to, but its pretty much word for word of what I wrote. I wrote Black Canary as a really bad Guidance Counselor in this chapter for some reason and Artemis apparently didn't know who Dick was until the funeral for some reason. I clearly didn't think that through when I was writing it. There were little notes to add the selfie of Dick and Artemis when he says well laugh about this someday, but I'm lazy and didn't add it into the conversation. Hope you liked it a little at least. bye!