A/N: As promised, chapter six! Though I am kinda sad I haven't gotten any reviews for chapter five… But that's just me being greedy.

Which reminds me…

Disclaimer: It's known as fanfiction for a reason. Oh, and I don't own Urban Dictionary, which is where I got the definition for family.

Wally? Artemis? Have anything to add?

…Guys?

Great. I lost my own figments of my imagination in my head. It could take a while to track them down…it's like a maze up there…

Enjoy! *grabs flashlight* now be vewwy vewwy quiet…I'm going spitfire huntin'!

F is for Family

Family: People you love and love you back, not necessarily blood or biological, but you trust them and they trust you, and they take care of you and you take care of them.

She knew this would happen. Ever since the day she first joined the team, she knew she would eventually be forced to choose.

And the day had come.

To her left were the Shadows; Cheshire, Sportsmaster, and Ra's al Ghul in the very front.

To her right was the team; Green Arrow, Black Canary, and Batman stood behind them, and ever Red Arrow had tagged along.

Two forces-one she hated but had known since birth, the other she had only known for a short while, but already loved.

Wally's face was a mask of pain and something akin to hope as he stared as her, several steps closer than the others.

"Artemis…"

Cheshire cut him off, taking a step closer to the blonde archer and stretching her hand out in an invitation, her mask held in the other. "Artemis, come on. Come home."

Home…A year ago the word meant a rundown apartment on the bad-well, worse-side of Gotham, polishing arrows by herself in bedroom with two twin-sized beds with matching purple comforters, though only one was ever slept in, while staring longingly at an Alice in Wonderland poster on the opposite wall. But now, home was a cave in a hollowed-out mountain, curled up on a couch next to a skinny red-head, with a movie playing on the flat-screen and silky black hair leaning up against her legs.

"Please Artemis. I'm your sister! Father and I…"

More words with changed meanings. Sister no longer brought the image of tanned skin and wild black hair so like their mothers; a mint-green complexion and soft crimson curls had replaced them. And the other…Blonde hair remained unchanged, features were still obscured-but with a green cowl and thick mustache, not a steel mask and a cold sneer.

"We want you home. Where you belong, Arty."

Something inside her shattered. Artemis recoiled, flinching away from her sisters outstretched hand like it was a loaded gun.

"Don't." The archer hissed. "There's only one person who can call me that. And you aren't him."

Her choice was made. She no longer hovered, indecisive, between the two teams.

Turning her back on her sister, father, and one-time family, she walked towards the team. Wally followed after, pulling her into a tight hug and burying his face is her golden hair once the others surrounded them. Artemis smiled in to his chest, content to simply melt in his arms and breathe in his scent of mint and ozone, but there was one more thing she had to say to the Shadows.

Twisting in Wally's arms-he refused to let her go, something she made sure to tease him about later-she called out, "Oh, and Jade?"

The assassin-the only of the Shadows left in the warehouse-spun around, her eyes glinting through her mask.

"For the record? I am home."