A/N: Hehe. Pre-relationship, surprisingly, considering the ending. ;]
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Why Guys Love Girls
Reason #8:
The way they are always warm even if its minus 30 degrees
Recommended song: Avalanche – Mary Digby
"This is all your fault!" She yelled, her cheeks a bright pink.
"My fault?" He gaped at her, "How is this my fault?"
"You had to piss him off!"
"Well, you're the one who decided that we should take cover in a cave!"
"It was the closest spot and you were going to be shot! I pulled you out of the way! How was I supposed to know there was going to be a freaking avalanche?"
"I didn't need your help!"
"Oh, for the love of . . . you are the most annoying, ungrateful and immature jerk I have ever met!"
"Yeah, well, you're no princess either! Miss 'Oh I don't need your help, I can handle myself.'"
"Well, at least I can! You always need the team to help you out of the scrapes you get yourself into."
"That is so not true! I can take care of myself."
"Huh, right. Is that why you're the one injured and I'm not." There was a brief moment of silence, then, "Oh my God, Wally! You're bleeding!"
He hissed, "Yeah. Thank you Captain Obvious."
"Well here, let me help you . . ."
"No thank you. I think you've done enough." He stalked over to the other side of the cave and leaned against it, his hand covering the gunshot wound in his bicep, glaring daggers at her the entire time.
She sat down with a huff and hung onto her indignant fury, purposely trying to keep herself mad at him.
They sat opposite of each other in the cold and cramped little cave, as far away from each other as they could be. After about an hour, the temperature in the cave had dropped significantly and Artemis' anger was fading away as quickly as the heat was. She glanced over at Wally from where she was curled against the wall and felt a pang in her chest at the sight. His eyes were shut as he slumped against the wall, his head hanging so that his chin touched his chest. She stared down at her boots, the beginnings of guilt starting to fill her gut. He had been shot and she argued with him? What? – all for the sake of her pride? Her gaze intensified into a glare as she made her decision. Before she could let her old self take over and make her hate him again, she stood, on shaky legs, and slowly inched along the Wally until she was next to him.
When she finally reached him, her shaking legs gave out and she slid out from underneath her, so she slid down the wall with a silent breath of relief. She shut her eyes for a moment, before opening them and turning her eyes to her motionless teammate.
"Wally?" She reached over and gripped his shoulder, shaking it until he sluggishly opened his eyes.
"W-wally? Wally!"
"Mmphf. W-what?"
"I'm . . . I'm s-sorry."
He was quiet for a moment, his chest shuddering with every breath. "It's – it's okay."
She breathed another silent sigh of relief and they sat in silence for a few moments, Artemis' hand resting of his shoulder. Some time had passed before Artemis' cold-numbed mind decided to point out a very disturbing fact: Wally felt cold. Correction: Kid Flash (whose body temperature ran at a toasty 127*degrees) felt cold. He felt cold to her, a normal person with normal body heat.
This is not good.
"Wally? H-hey. W-why – why are you s-so cold?"
His breath puffed out in front of them as he released an audible sigh, "T-the c-combination of the gunsh-shot wound a-and my l-lack of food . . ." he trailed off.
"What?" She blinked her eyes and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the fog that was gradually settling over her mind, before shaking his shoulder again to rouse him.
He came to with a start and stared at her for a second, confused. Before she could say anything, he remembered and nodded. He gestured to his arm where the compartments build into his suit were open, "My c-cupboards are b-bare."
"No. W-what I m-meant was, why is that import-tant?"
He stared at her for a moment before answering, "Lack of f-food and the b-blood . . . my body's s-slowing down. It's why I'm c-cold. And w-why I'm n-not heal –'' he took a death breath before finishing, "- healing" He smiled a small smile, "Slow is n-never good f-for a sp-speedst-ter."
She stared at him with wide eyes, slightly afraid. Without another word, she climbed into his lap, lifting his good arm and so she could tuck herself underneath it. She slipped her arms around his torso and rested head on his shoulder.
Wally sighed happily as some of her warmth seeped into him. He tightened his arm around her shoulder. "Y-you're warm."
She snorted, glancing up at him, "T-that was k-kind of the idea, Wall-man."
He let out some breathless laughter and leaned his face against the top of her head, content.
A/N: :D Got some more meat on this one, eh?
See you all on Friday. :)
~Remmy:)
