There's a Recap in the Previous Chapter

I'm back! It's a new year with new resolutions, new ideas, new authors, and new episodes! The one thing that remains the same is that Spitfire still belong together and that SuperMartian are supposed to happen even though this stupid La'Gann+M'gann thing is going on.

So, over this 'break' I have been thinking and honestly, I still don't know what I'm doing with this story, but I did finally figure out one of my blocks, so I went back to my laptop, opened this document and I will begin typing after this author's note. I actually did finish my all-consuming story "I Will Always Love You!" I updated about six times in three days to get that done by Christmas and am proud. I don't expect you to check it out. You probably won't like it.

J9162 is amazing and I'd like to represent them as a co-author! They gave me so many inspirational ideas and brilliant thoughts to tug at and I'd love to thank them for that! Officially putting them on as a co-author, even though I'm still writing this. Does anybody know if there's some sort of… FanFiction format I'm supposed to do in order to make this 'real.'

So, it's been a long time and I'm sure you all need to recap! I hate it when I read a story but it takes the author forever to update and I forget what the entire story is about, it really sucks and then I put off reading the story. So I'd just like to remind you that there's a recap in the previous chapter. Now, on with the story!

**Spitfire**

Running across all of United States sounds really hard, but it isn't. In actuality it only takes around three hours if you have super speed. I couldn't tell you how much I needed three hours of pure me-time.

About one hour into my run I passed a 'You are now entering West Virginia' sign. I was going approximately one hundred twenty miles per hour and had no plans to slow down. I love feeling the wind in my hair. Running at unreal speeds always feels so freeing. It makes me feel unstoppable. The rest of the world was so slow sometimes, I felt like I was living in a slow motion movie most of the time. That's why going at a speed like this, it made me feel like I was finally going at a normal pace. For years I had been stifling my speed, walking like I was an average citizen, never running for fun. I had put my uniform away years ago and I had kept it under lock down for Artemis and Linda, except for that one night against Sportsmaster, I hadn't run over fifteen miles per hour since. It was nice to go back to the way things were.

The mere idea that Artemis could still be… that I could still talk to her was insane. The idea that I had talked to her was absurdity. The idea that I could revive her from the grave was impossible. Yet, only an hour, twenty minutes, and thirty seconds ago I was told that I could still talk to her, I had unknowingly talked (and made love) to her, and I was the only one that could resurrect her. Screw impossibility.

I can't believe I said yes. Why did I say yes? It wasn't because I still loved her. I mean, I would always love her, but I had also gotten over her. I was with Linda now. There was a sense of duty in my decision, some guilt that I had let her die in the first place, and I knew that I would never forgive myself if I didn't try, but that didn't mean I had to say yes. The entire time Robin and I were having this off the record meeting it was like a dream. It was like I wasn't making the decisions; I was just a third party spectator, helpless to say otherwise. I doubt I would've protested my answer anyways, but it was still so strange.

Where was I supposed to find a guide to help me find the Fields of the Blessed? I know it's heaven but who knew what I would face there? Would I even be able to find a way in? I trust Wonder Woman, but who says that her method with still work. She's the daughter of a Greek Queen and therefore believes in the Grecian Afterlife, what if she sends me to the wrong afterlife? What am I even talking about, is there even more than one afterlife? How will I find anything? How will I make it out? What if I can't figure out what the last thing I need to save Artemis is? Then, the question I'd been avoiding bangs around so loudly in my head I couldn't stop it's barrage. What will happen between Artemis and I?

God, I didn't even know. For a year I had loved her, even though I had ignored that for at least half of that. Still, I knew what it was as soon as I felt the feeling. We never really got our chance to be together, not really. Where would this leave us, especially after that night in the fields in my dream… that wasn't really a dream? What would happen? Maybe nothing would happen. After all, we never were REALLY together. I can only hope…

Question after unanswered question bounced around in my head until I finally reached my house, not even realizing I had arrived. Keeping my cool, I slowed down just enough not to break anything in my haste, and ran into the building.

"Linda?" I called out, stripping out of my suit and into my clothes in record time.

"Wally?" I could hear her voice pick up as her feet ran rapidly against the squeaky floorboards. In seconds her arms were wrapped around my neck and mine snaking around her waist. Chaste kisses were placed down my neck as we embraced each other like it had been a thousand years. "I didn't know if you were even coming back!"

"Of course I came back Linda," I said. "I could never leave you. You'd kill me if I did." A cheesy smile graced my face as she slapped me playfully on the side.

"Come! Sit down," she said, leading me over to our well-loved couch. "Tell me what happened!" Seeing Linda this ecstatic made me forget about everything for a little while. Following her to the couch, she pulled me down with all her strength, a surprising amount considering her tiny stature. "So, what did Nightwing need?"

Oh Fuck. How could I have not, with my brain running as fast as my body, thought of what I would say to Linda? "He needed me for a mission," I said weakly.

"Did you save the world?" She asked excitedly, reminding me of a small child opening a present on Christmas morning.

"Not exactly…" I responded awkwardly.

"Wait… what happened?" Her voice suddenly went from excited to concerned within a second. "Did somebody…" She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't have to. She wanted to know if somebody had died. In my line of work—previous line of work—that wasn't uncommon.

"I…" Just spit it out Wally! Just get it over with! The truth is the worst thing you could bombard her with, so why not get it over with? Just do it you coward! "Got called onto a mission."

"Well yeah," she said with an understanding and more relaxed smile. "Of course you did. That's why you left, but how did the mission go?" She wrapped her petite arm around my shoulders.

"That's the thing. I got called on a mission… and I'll be gone for… I don't know how long." As I revealed the news I knew I couldn't look her in the eyes. The face I was imagining was already brutal enough, reality would be unbearable. Unfortunately, I didn't really have a choice when she pulled my face up to look her straight in those beautiful, tear-stained, brown eyes.

"How bad is it going to be?" She asked. I could tell she was trying hard to stay strong, but even she couldn't prevent that single tear from falling from her eyes. Instinctively, I reached up and brushed it away gently with my thumb.

"I don't know," I replied honestly, a grim expression overtaking my face.

"Where—Where are you going?" Tears fell freely by now.

"The Underworld." Unable to hold it back anymore, she spontaneously burst out into tears as I said that. I pulled her in close, stroking her beautiful mane of black hair, as she sobbed on my favorite T-shirt.

After minutes of us just sitting there she finally asked, "Will you come back to me?"

"Of course," I replied solemnly.

Pulling back to look me in the eyes she replied, "You'd better come back to me Wally West or I swear to god I will go down there and bring you back myself." A bittersweet smile broke out on my face as she threatened me.

"I wouldn't dare risk it," I promised, a sweet and encouraging smile on my face. "I promise, without a doubt, I will come back to you Linda Jasmine Park."

"I know you will," she responded, snuggling back into me. "I love you Wally."

"I love you too, Linda." I swear, in that moment, nothing could ruin it. Not even the nagging, doubtful voice in the back of my head that wondered if I really would come back, much less to her.

Victory and Success

Another chapter out and down and I am ready to bring this story back to life (even though I really shouldn't promise that since I have so many others right now) but that doesn't matter because I am genuinely ready to start this up again and I really hope that you bare with me. Thank you so much to those who stuck around.

I'm sorry but yes, I do have to be that person. There was somebody who yelled at me. It was a guest. They said that they are 'sick of immature writers who don't even have enough of an attention span to finish their own stories.' Now, though I plan to, I admit, posting one chapter doesn't mean that I'm going to finish this. And I full-heartedly agree that people like me should be banned from writing Young Justice FanFiction, so don't take this as a 'haha in your face' (because it's not for the most part). In fact, your review is one of the ones that FORCED me to keep going since I enjoy proving people wrong in order to alter their perception on reality (plus being right is very satisfying). Sorry if I sound annoying and egotistical right now but I just had to point out that I'm not giving up yet. I love you all (if any of you will ocntinue to read after that awful hiatus).

-Bye