THREE MONTHS LATER

Maggie closed her forest green eyes tightly, trying to block out everything that was said and done that night. She was a failure. It was possible that she screwed the future up even more than she fixed it. Future or past, no matter what happened she always messed something up. Out of three whole months, she'd been on two missions. After that, Nightwing had put her on temporary probation, which consisted of two psych evaluations a week and every team bonding exercise. No matter what anyone said or did, it never helped her. Sometimes they would think she was so far lost that no one could ever find her again. All night, she and Nightwing studied the chemical in that bottle. Tim had later arrived with Stephanie on his arm as she wanted to join the team. Nightwing had only nodded and told them to go talk with the others. When they left, he said he had something important to tell her. Never in a billion years had she expected it to be what it was. If she weren't still so upset, she might even laugh; because the past is just as worse as the future.

"Bart's been captured by Queen Bee." He said all too quickly. "No, you're lying." Maggie replied with the shake of her head. "Maggie, he radioed for help just before he was captured." Nightwing informed her. Before he could say another word, she raced down the hall and away from him. A hand grabbed hers, stopping Maggie. She turned and for a split second, thinking it was Bart. She wished it were him, but it wasn't. "Get away from me." Maggie hadn't shouted, but her voice was firm and demanding. He released her hand, looking slightly hurt. "Mags, what's wrong?" he asked with concern. "Now you care? You weren't here when I needed you, so you don't get to be here for me now." Maggie shot back. She had tried calling him twice before she went to Nightwing. Tim hadn't even bothered to call her back, at all. Maggie decided that Tim was not a reliable person "Maggie, I was busy. I'm sorry, but I'm here now." He added, reaching his hand out to her. She turned away from him, heading for the cave's back door without another word.

In the past three months, her life spun out of control. Bart wasn't her first love or her first kiss, but he was the only one for Maggie. Without him, at times it was like she couldn't breathe. That must really make her sound pathetic, but it was true. Basically, after everything that happened, she was left with no one. School became pointless, missions became unattainable, and life became worthless. There was a loud knock on her door. After first month, Maggie changed. She wasn't like herself. Anything that was said was either the blunt truth or extremely rude, but eventually she said nothing at all. When she stopped talking was when she really started to notice things. M'gann's abuse of her powers, Conner's knowledge of M'gann's powers, La'gaan being missing, Nightwing and Batgirl's relationship, Speedy's mechanical arm, and the way Batman stared at her. It wasn't his usual "I'm the Batman" stare, but one of sympathy. The worst part of all was knowing the biggest secret yet and not being able to share it with anyone; Artemis infiltrating the Light. The knock had grown louder and fiercer. She rose to her feet, walking at a normal pace to the door. When she opened it, she saw none other than Wally at the door. Maggie was going to crash and burn if she didn't talk to someone.

"I came to tell you that if you ever need anything, I'm here for you." He explained truthfully. She nodded and just as he was about to leave, Maggie spoke up. "Can you run me somewhere?"

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The park that would later get destroyed, their park that wasn't even built yet, it belonged to them; her and Bart.

There was a wooden bench in the midst of construction. She sat down on it carefully, like it would crumble into tiny pieces at the slightest touch. Her green eyes watched the distant sunset that was so far off.

"You know what sucks?" She asked in the quiet air. Maggie may have asked the question, but she didn't give Wally time to answer. "Life, life sucks. Especially when you know exactly how things are going to turn out and you try to change them, but find out that it's impossible. We were all doomed from the start, Wally, all of us. The future is going to be a disaster and no matter what we do we can't change that. Pain and sadness will forever be at our door." She explained to him. His eyes were slightly wide by the lack of emotion in her voice. Maggie talked like she had already given up. The battle was already lost, without even occurring yet. Sometimes she would wonder how people could be so hopeful. Not just in the past, but in the future. They talked as if something good would happen, when nothing good ever happened. Maggie had seemed lost a long time ago, or distant at best. She had just gotten to the point where it was all pointless. Nothing had reason for her anymore. "You can change it, Maggie. Every decision that is made causes the future to change." Wally replied, sitting down next to her.

"I've seen the future and now I've seen the past. What's worth fighting for?" Maggie questioned, turning to him as tears rolled down her plump cheeks. She looked defeated and Wally had only noticed this now. Maggie had lost everything and everyone in her life. What did she truly have to live for? Nothing. He stood up and all she did was watch. Wally grinned at her, offering Maggie a hand. "Let's go find him." She knew all of his secrets; the plans about Kaldur being undercover as well as Artemis, how they faked her death, how they lied to cover it up. But at that moment, she decided to keep their secret hidden. The worst part of it all was knowing how it would all play out. She knew it so well. It's like watching a movie that you've seen a million times and know exactly how it's going to end.

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Which was better; to know or to not know? Bart always said knowing was better than not knowing. If you would've asked him now, he would say the exact opposite. Bart knew what was being done to meta-humans. He heard the screams and saw the scars. Torture? No, it was far worse than any devious plan an unintelligent villain could have formed. It was experimentation. They were dissecting meta-humans. By the screams, he counted twenty-two in the last month. Twenty-two human beings dissected like frogs in a seventh grade science experiment. It was despicable and inhumane. Not even the bad guys deserved that kind of punishment. He had given up hope on being rescued long ago. It's been three months and he was held in captivity. Bart couldn't even remember the last time he had seen daylight. Most likely three months. The cell door opened, casting light into the shadows. It was more of a room than a cell. This room had no windows and was made of concrete. The door was heavily locked, with two slots in it. One at the top for viewing inside and the other on the bottom for sliding food through; both of which could only be opened from the outside. Bart stood on his wobbly legs. They fed him barely enough for him to be alive and luckily he hasn't been tortured, yet.

There was a shadowy figure that stood in the doorway. A scrawny and tall woman, with a dead look in her eye watched him. "Come with me." She spoke in an accent. He had known this day would come. It's been on Bart's mind since he realized what they were doing to their captives here. "What do you want?" He questioned the woman with a trembling voice. Bart was terrified; he didn't want to be cut open like a project. A grin grew on her face. "You don't recognize me? I guess it's the awful disguise." She said. Then she removed the blonde hair that was tightly fastened on her head. As soon as she pulled off that wig, revealing her dark brown hair, Bart gasped. He stumbled over to her, falling right in front of her. Maggie quickly caught him. "Mags?" questioned Bart. It was like a fairy tale. He waited this long to be rescued. "Where have you been?" He asked sorrowfully. She decided to ignore the question. Bart could barely stand, was ten times skinnier, hasn't slept in who knows how long, and looked quite pale. Maggie helped him stand up straight. They walked down the hall, as they were about to turn the corner he stopped her. "We have to help them, the kids." Bart explained. She looked at him in bewilderment. "Bart, there aren't any here." Maggie told him in confusion. None of them had lived past the experiments and he was most likely next. Maggie took him out the same way she came, through a secret tunnel. It was pure darkness as far as Bart could see. The tunnel abruptly came to an end at the side of a mountain. The base where he was held captive was hidden inside of the entire moment. She placed Bart down against the wall. Maggie pulled on her snow pants and shoes that had been discarded of when she came in, along with a backpack of supplies. She helped Bart put on his shoes, pants, and coat quickly.

They marched out into the winter wonderland ahead of them. Feet crunching in the snow, Bart and Maggie left a trail unintentionally. Luckily, the snow covered it up behind them. The wind whirled around them, blowing their hair around with the roughly tossed snowflakes. Maggie was getting tired rather quickly, but she pressed on. She suffered through a month without him in the future and found a way. Then she lived three months with him missing and she found him. Why is it that something always keeps her and Bart torn away from one another? The thought of being without Bart was unbearable. Her life could not exist without him in it. All Maggie had to do was make it up this hill and Wally would be waiting on the other side for them. She started to wonder why he couldn't come with her, but ignored the thought. Maggie was so exhausted. Bart fell limp in her arms and they tumbled into the snow. She couldn't do it, make it up that hill. Bart ended up falling on top of Maggie. He grunted at the horrendous pain in his side where her knee hit. They rested there for a second. In their time, they always lived each second like it was their last. The couple usually wasn't separated like this before and neither liked it, especially Maggie. It had been three long, unending months of torture without him. Bart was the one person who never left her. Through the good times and the bad times, he was always there.

"Hey, you." she whispered, caressing his cheek. They were all each other had in this world. Snow continued to swirl around them as they laid there. "I'm sorry..." Maggie muttered. She had left him there to rot in his cell, to be some kind of science experiment. Of course, she would've rescued him if she only knew where he was. Bart's face was paler than the snow. Maggie wondered when the last time he had eaten was. They sat up and Maggie grabbed something out of her backpack. Bart snatched the granola bar from her hand and ate it ravenously. They got up again, attempting to make their way up the hill. His legs were still wobbly and that worried her. He was freezing in the frigid air, but Bart didn't tell her that. She was already rescuing him and he was literally holding her back. "How about when we get back, we hold off on the hero business for a while? Take a break? We could go to the beach or something..." she suggested to her boyfriend who was almost unconscious. "That would be great, Maggie." he replied. They walked on, charging up the hill and through the snow. As they made it to the top, she realized that going down was a lot steeper than going up. Slowly and steadily, they worked their way down. Lost in her thoughts Maggie tripped, she fell and tumbled down the hill. Luckily, she pushed Bart away from her so he didn't fall too. Her body came to a stop at the bottom of it all. She shivered in the freezing cold snow.

"Come on, Bart!" Maggie shouted at him. Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled. They bolted down the hill (at a regular rate). He slowed down just a little to let her win. It was an enormous hill. Maggie stumbled and fell, rolling down the miniature mountain of snow. She sat up, gripping her ankle. Bart rushed to her aid immediately, speeding down the hill. "Let me see." He spoke quickly. Maggie reluctantly moved her hands away. Propping up her ankle on his knee, Bart examined it. He gently touched it. Her body tensed at his touch, cringing in pain. "I think you dislocated it, but I'm not sure." Bart added. Maggie gasped in surprise when he lifted her up into his arms. She wrapped her own arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He grinned at her and sped off.

She rolled over, onto her back. Still, Maggie hadn't opened her eyes. Why was this so difficult? A gust of wind flew by Maggie. It sent chills up her bones. "Need some help?" a male voice asked. She knew that voice. That voice belonged to the unreliable friend, Tim. Her smile grew wide as she opened her green eyes. His hand was stretched out towards her, offering her help up. Maggie looked to her left and noticed the team. Some of them were helping Bart, while the others just stood there. She saw Arsenal and Stepahnie Brown, aka the Spoiler. They would make great new editions to the team. Just because she refused to do anything with the team didn't mean that she didn't notice things. Maggie smiled again and took his hand. It had been a long journey, but finally it has come to an end.

AN: What do you think? I got a few reviews, but not many. Which kind of makes me sad, because I like this story and I don't want to end it. The past couple of Young Justice episodes have been amazing. I loved them. I think when Mount Justice blew up I was screaming, but I can't remember. Mostly because of the recent episode, Before the Dawn, which I screamed throughout the ENTIRE twenty something minutes. Now, everyone is saying that DC Nation is cancelled until January. That sucks, like no joke. Please review, but don't be harsh. Let me know what you liked or disliked. Hell, you can even talk about the episodes too. I might even reply in the next chapter. Maybe. Um…check out Story Mess, because I am out of ideas and yeah. That's all. Bye.