A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys are doing terrible things to my heart! I feel like some emotional wreck every time I receive a new review (which is a good thing, by the way), and I literally can't decide whether or not I should be dancing on the bloody ceiling like some fucked up version of the Grudge, or breaking down into a fit of tears as I let the tidal wave of feels consume every last inch of me. « I mean seriously, this is what its finally boiled down to.

So, yeah. There's a lovely detailed version of all my current feelings and thoughts on all you wonderful people! Anyway, this chappy is super long, but I think it turned out alright.

Note: I'd just like to point out that I have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to football (or if you're American at home: soccer) so be very aware that this is just based off stuff I've researched on the internet, and may or may not be correct in any way.

UndecidedGirl: Prepare yourself for more Chalant, my friend. Its guaranteed to make your heart melt!

Tie Pilot: This first part's for you, I hope it exceeds your expectations :)

chocolatedream075: I know, I know! And I'm sorry. I hope this chapter is much quicker for you!


"Woah. Hey, are you okay, amigo?"

"Yeah,"Artemis dropped her shoulders, exhaling a sigh. "yeah I'm fine, Jaime." The Hispanic boy looked at her and gave a barely-there smile, clearly not believing her as they exited the changing rooms and jogged out onto the pitch.

Right now, the only good thing about this morning was that the swelling on her ankle had gone down, and it didn't feel like someone was standing beside her with a knife poised at the ready, waiting for the right moment to stab her in the side of her foot everytime she took a step.

"Rough night, I take it?" He asked, his voice hitching at the end as he started his warm up and reached an arm behind him, touching the base of his calf muscle, his back audibly clicking.

"I guess you could call it that." He had no idea. Her mind travelling back to last night and how she couldn't sleep one bit, as of the fact that she distinctly remembered not hearing any sound of her room-mate snoring like the elephant he was.

Where had he gone? Artemis didn't know, but all she did know is that if it was about the whole lobbing her shoe at him from sunday night, she was going to rip out his smaller intestine and use it to strangle him.

Harsh? Yes. That's what having zero hours of sleep does to you. Not to mention her whole body was literally buzzing with unused energy after draining a truck load of coffee that could pretty much sustain an addict for more than a week. And her partner seemed to notice this when he turned and eyed her with a grimace. However, he didn't comment and carried on with his warm-up.

Positioning her right leg in front of her and placing both hands on top of her knee, Artemis pushed forward and felt a slight tug in her left calf. She then repeated the same treatment on the opposite leg, before heading towards the wooden benches and taking a chug from her water bottle.

"What about you, did you go to that beach party Saturday night?" She asked Jaime as he stood beside her and did the same.

", I did," nodding his head, he let out a weary sigh. "It wasn't really my thing, but my hermano made me go. And when that guy wants something, he'll do anything to get it."

Artemis snorted in agreement, her gray eyes slid to his chocolate brown and her nose scrunched distastefully. "I know exactly what you mean, I have a friend like that." She muttered, Zatanna springing into her head and flashing her a toothy grin, flexing her lithe fingers in a wave. Artemis mentally bitch-slapped her best friend aside with a perceptible growl.

A dark olive-skinned hand made its way onto her shoulder, craning her head back, she found Jaime staring at her, his eyebrows drawn down into a frown. He opened his mouth to speak when an ear-shattering blow of a whistle rudely interrupted him.

Everyone groaned, covering their ears.

"Alright you dosey bunch of pansies, I want each an' every one of you ta' drop an' gimme' twenty!" Coach Allen shouted in a failed attempt to verbally abuse them. Artemis raised an eyebrow and placed both hands on her hips. The blonde man leaned in closer, cupping a hand over his mouth as if sharing the worlds biggest secret.

"I've always wanted to say that in a British accent!" He whispered, his voice returning back to his normal cheery tone -the one Artemis could just about tolerate.

She shook her head. "It was absolutely terrible, Coach."

His lips scrunched into a childish pout as he slammed his clipboard on his thigh. "Oh, Frodo. You're just jealous that it was awesome and that you don't possess the right amount of brilliance to pull it off."

Artemis snarled warningly, eyes narrowing whilst her hands balled into fists at her sides, barely refraining from pouncing on him and tearing his head off. The blonde man had been calling her that ever since her first day on the try-outs, and he seemed to think it fit, so the awful nickname stayed.

He smirked, both eyebrows raised. And it was like her arm had a mind of its own as it slowly became apparent, more than ready to sock him in the face-when suddenly, someone else's arm wrapped around her middle, effectively pinning hers down.

"Come on, Apollo," Dick hissed into her ear as he backed away from an extremely amused Coach Allen, towing Artemis behind him, her heels digging stubbornly into the soft tufts of grass beneath her feet.

"Well don't just stand there, I said drop, so you gotta' drop!" She heard Coach yell from behind her, that terrible British accent was back. Her teeth snagged her bottom lip, almost drawing blood. She really couldn't stand all the noise, and him trying out different accents was doing a number on her nerves.

"Dude, get down and stop trying to kill Coach with your eyes, its not going to work."

Dick shot out an arm and pulled her down to the floor next to him, his lips forming a tight line as his eyes shifted to the ground beneath her. She let out a loud and irritated huff, creating the exact replica of his position and braced her hands out in front of her, the soft blades of grass tickling her chin with each rep.

After they had each done their twenty push ups (all except for Frodo, who had do do an extra ten for trying to shoot lasers out of her eyes), Coach got them to split into two equal groups. Naturally, her, Jaime, Dick, Kaldur, Conner and of course Wally, were all on a team with a couple of other guys Artemis didn't know that well.

They all huddled round, waiting for their instructions.

"As always, Apollo; you will play center forward," Artemis gave a curt nod of her head in her Team Captain's direction. Kaldur slid his gaze to the two boys beside her, "Jaime, I am placing you in goal and Dick will be a sweeper defending you."

He then turned to face Conner opposite them. "Conner, you and I are both playing as central defenders." His sea green eyes landed on a certain redhead, who was still glaring at her. "Wallace, I would like for you to be central midfield," an eyebrow arched as he stared Wally down. "Of course, that is only if you feel as though you are up to it, my friend."

Wally scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest, adding in an eye roll. "As if I would have any problems. Don't sweat it, Kal. I got this."

He really was a self absorbed asshole. And Artemis might have let that slip, earning herself a glare as they each positioned themselves out across the pitch.

Things had started off really well, much to her surprise. She'd scored her fair share of goals, bringing both teams up to a total of four all. If her team got this one, they'd win this thing and call it a day. But, if the other team scored and won, Wally would probably blame it all on her and then she'd have to kick his ass.

"Apollo! You ready?" Artemis caught Kaldur's gaze from across the pitch and nodded with determination.

The whistle was blown, and everyone sprung into action. Conner had a hold on the ball, his foot skillfully dribbling it in and out of the other players. He effortlessly passed it to Kaldur just as another guy built like a line-backer slammed into him in attempts to get the ball.

The dark skinned man sprinted down the pitch, bringing the ball away from their teams goal that could very well cost them the game. Glancing up for a split second, Kaldur caught sight of his red headed team-mate and drove the ball high into the air, bouncing until it came to a complete stop, right in the corner of the field.

Wally saw his opportunity, and pounced. Speeding towards the ball, he dribbled it around his feet, confusing a blonde boy in front of him who was also fighting for the ball. With a shit-eating grin, Wally shot it through blonde boys legs, laughing out a passing, "too slow," he headed for the white goal.

Artemis sprung into action when she noticed Wally coming closer in her direction. She ran beside him, covering him as he narrowed his eyes at the goalie, passing the ball from foot-to-foot as he began calculating his next move inside his head.

"Now would be a good time to score the freakin' goal, West!" Artemis grunted out as a large body crashed into her from behind, knocking the wind out of her when her stomach collided with the ground. Her face scrunched in pain, but still, she got to her feet, spitting out a mouthful of grass.

"Ah, fuck," she whispered, testing out her weight on her left leg. The stabbing sensation was back in her ankle. "This is bullshit!"

Licking the sweat off her upper lip, Artemis saw her team cheering, some lifting their jerseys up to cover their heads and dancing on the spot. She frowned. What the heck was going on?

"Hey, you okay, man?" Dick asked as they jogged over.

"Yeah, ese. It looked like you took a pretty back fall back there." Jaime added, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Artemis waved off his comment and explained to all of them that she was perfectly fine. Dick gave her a sceptical look, eyeing her ankle. His eyebrows met in the middle as he continued to stare. Her heart rate increased inside her chest, panic surging through her body.

Dick lifted his striking eyes to meet hers. "Apollo, what happened to your ankle? That bruise looks way over a day old and I don't-"

"Oh, yeah! Who's the man?!"

Breathing out a sigh of relief for the interruption, Artemis spun around, wiping her forehead across the blue fabric of her jersey.

Kaldur smiled. "Actually, my friend, I do believe that Apollo deserves that title. If it were not for him, you would not have been able to score that goal and lead us to victory."

Wally's mouth dropped open and his body visibly slumped. Artemis smirked, fake coughing into her hand, and his green eyes sought out hers.

Muttering curse's under his breath, Wally trudged in her direction, his feet scuffing up clumps of mud and grass along the way. "Truce?" He asked, offering out a hand whilst his other awkwardly fisted his red hair. Artemis looked up at him, searching his emerald eyes for any signs of trickery. He gave her a smile and had the decency to look sheepish. She stared at him blankly, before an unwelcomed smile crept onto her face. Taking his hand in hers, Artemis gave it a firm shake.

"Fine, truce. But, only 'cause I missed your snoring last night."

His grin widened.


"Megan? You're staring. Again."

Artemis poked the redhead lightly in the ribs with the end of her trusty pencil, finally managing to bring her back into the present after the twelfth jab. Megan let out a longing sigh and dejectedly teared her gaze away from the dark haired boy across the room.

"You know, this kind of behaviour isn't normal, Megs," she said to her friend in a some-what gentle tone. "And I'm pretty sure it isn't healthy, either." Megan shrugged.

"I know, I know." Her lips turning down at the corners as she fiddled with the bangles on her wrist. "Its just that," she looked up, her amber eyes appearing far more despondent than Artemis had ever seen. It didn't suite such a bubbly and spirited girl like Megan. "I really like him, Apollo."

Artemis slid her gaze towards the front of the class, her eyebrows slowly rising as she watched Miss Prince silently worked in her large art book, her charcoal pencil gliding over the page with such intense strokes, Artemis was afraid to think that the older woman was taking out some sort of pent up anger out on the poor pages.

She blinked a few times before turning back to Megan with a small smile. "So, wanna' tell me what happened at the beach party, and why Grumpy over there-" Artemis gestured to Conner, her thumb hooking over her shoulder. "-hasn't been living up to his name lately?"

"More like Lost." Artemis clarified when she saw the mystified expression her friend was offering.

Megan shuffled in her chair with a frown still present on her face, clearly not fully understanding what the blonde was talking about. A smile replaced the look as she stared off into space dreamily, resting her chin in her hands.

"Well, the night started off great! I spotted him by the food stand and plucked up the courage to speak to him. We got talking and he bought me a few drinks-" her amber eyes slid to Artemis, "-but not to get me drunk or anything like that. He was the perfect gentleman." Artemis nodded in encouragement, inching forward slightly.

At least someone's love-life around here was working out perfectly.

Megan let out a giggle and continued to space out with her dreamy expression once more. "He made me laugh, we danced and just as the sun was setting and the wind was starting to get cold across the shoreline, he offered me his jacket. And it was all absolutely perfect -like my very own fairytale dream-come-true -until Wendy came along."

Artemis clenched her teeth as she watched the redhead's features downcast into another sad and gloomy expression. She was really begging to dislike Wendy Harris less and less, the more she was mentioned. "What did she do?"

"She totally ruined it by saying she wanted to dance and dragged him off. And you know what the worst part was?" Artemis gave a clueless shrug, shaking her head. Megan leaned across the table with a fierce expression, causing the blonde to inch out of her chair. "The whole time she was going me this look. You know that really annoying 'I just stole your man, and there's nothing you can do about it' kind of look!"

Artemis' eyes widened. She knew that type of look, and nearly each and every one of the whores who gave her that kind of look would always end up missing patches of their hair after she'd finished with them.

"That bitch!" Artemis breathed, a hand made its way to cover her chest. The redhead seemed to agree, her mouth puckering as she glared at said bitch from across the other end of the room.

Both girls let out a sigh and got back to their work, Megan shooting a fleeting glance across the room every once in a while. And Artemis? Well, she was busing herself by tapping her the end of her pencil against her teeth, boredom slowly taking over.

That was up until a tall, dark and handsome man graciously decided to step inside their classroom. Artemis' back straightened, her mouth dropping open slightly as her lecherous gaze hungrily wandered over this man at the front of the class, his full and devoted attention solely latched onto her Art teacher.

And boy, did this guy fill out a suit.

"Miss Prince," Tall, dark and handsome spoke, his low and toe-curling voice washing over her like a caress of the sea along the shore, causing an outburst of sudden goose bumps to break out across her olive skin. "A word outside, if you will." It wasn't a question, more of an amatory demand.

Oh hot-damn.

Shaking her head, Artemis discreetly sucked in a quick breath. Oh yeah, this guy was a ruthless lady-killer alright. If he could elicit that sort of reaction out of her, then she really wouldn't like to be Miss Prince at this current moment and being at the receiving end of that hard, yet unbelievably captivating stare.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne." The raven haired woman turned towards the class and rose an eyebrow in warning. "I won't be a minute, I expect you all to carry on with your work while I'm gone."

Artemis watched them like a hawk as they exited the room, and a wide grin stretched across her face. "Like hell am I going to do that!" She found herself whispering to no one in particular as she snuck towards the oak door, pressing her ear up to the cold glossy wood.

Several other students swung their eyes in her direction, Wally being one of them and he frowned, before his customary lopsided grin replaced it and he sprinted over, knocking over a couple of books and paintbrushes in his path.

"Do you have something against being quiet, or are you aways this clumsy? Never mind-don't answer that, Kid."

"Put a sock in it, Crock. I'm trying to listen, now scooch on over."

"No way, doofus. Move your skinny ass back over there, you're hogging all the room!"

"I am not! You're the one hogging all the room, Mr. Fat-Ass-Help-I-Can-Barely-Fit-Through-A-Door!"

Artemis gasped in outrage. The nerve of this guy!

...It wasn't that big, only a tad bigger than most.

Just as she was readying herself to beat her prick of a room-mate senseless until Kingdom Come, the door beneath their ears began to shake lightly, vibrating as it connected with the skin of their cheeks. Both their eyes widened-which Artemis would've found really hilarious-if it hadn't of meant they had to make a break for it, and fast.

The pair of them scrambled away from the door as if the Hounds of Hell were on their heels, arms flying around in a flourish as they retreated back to their seats. She turned and looked at Wally a couple of tables behind her just when a very flustered Miss Prince stepped in, smoothening out her black pencil skirt and running a hand through her hair as she reclaimed her seat at the front of the classroom. Panting softly, Artemis shared a breathless laugh with the redhead before twisting in her chair and picking up her discarded pencil.

"I don't think I even want to know what that whole kerfuffle was about."

Touching the tip of the graphite pencil to the tip of her paper, Artemis didn't turn her head as she regarded Megan with an amused smile.

"Its a guy thing."


Artemis glanced between the two girls as they arguing over which store they should enter next, both their faces painted into equal expressions of anger and frustration. And Artemis? Well, she was just bored...and tired.

"I think we should check out that one, I mean, look at all those shoes!"

"Well I want to go into that shop with all those sparkly dresses!"

"But Zee...just look all those perfect stilettos, its like shoe heaven!"

"Yep, I've looked and I've seen. And I don't like. We are going into that dress shop."

"I'm only-"

"Would you two just quit it!" Artemis interjected, her hands clamped to her hips, overflowing bags of shopping clanging against her thighs. Honestly, she really didn't know what the hell her friends had been buying for the last three hours, and she certainly didn't know why she was being dumped with their shit when she hadn't spent a freaking cent.

One thing she did know, however, is that the white-hot lava pooling in the pit of her stomach meant that she was close to unleashing hell. And when she did, the Lord of the Underworld himself would be practically cowering in fear from what she was capable of creating.

Silence dispersed around them and they both turned to face her, their eyes wide with what looked like fear. Well, good. She was pissed and it didn't help that every part of her body was aching.

"I'm tired. My legs and bikini-line have been violated by what feels like endless amounts of waxing, and God knows what other crap that woman caked over my body. My feet are fucking killing me, not to mention that I'm also craving my coffee fix and above all: I'm seriously considering committing murder right now."

Zatanna blinked. Then burst out laughing, throwing a hand over her mouth in an attempt to smother the shrill sound. Megan and Artemis turned to look at her with equal glances of bewilderment. Except Artemis looked more like a raging bull with metaphorical steam smoking out of her ears...after all, Zatanna was wearing that scarlet red summer dress.

"I'm s-sorry, A," the magician giggled, her eyes darting in her best friend's direction, the area around her eyes wrinkling. "Its just that...you know I find it funny when you blow off like that!"

"Funny?" Artemis questioned, her right eye twitching as she stepped closer. "You found that, funny?" Zatanna paled, her top lip covering her bottom as she bit back a smile, her insufferable giggles causing her body to rattle.

Zatanna scoffed. "Oh, please. You don't scare me, A. You're nothing more than a baby kitten in the fur of a big tiger. All roar, but no claws," lifting a dainty hand, grinning, she made a claw with her fingertips. Her red nail-polish glimmered in the light. "Reoww." She purred like some deranged feline, topping it off with a wink.

That did it. "Come here you little shit," Artemis growled, ignoring Megan's attempts on calling her back and sprinting after the dark haired girl, shoving her way through the masses of people walking left, right and center. "I'll make it quick and painless!"

Squeals of laughter erupted from the younger girl as she ducked underneath passers by, muttering out quick and amused apologies, and ran straight over to a small ice-cream stand. Artemis paused, frowning, when she saw Zatanna literally throw herself into the safe haven of some random guy waiting in the line.

"Oh hey, 'Tanna. Fancy seeing you here."

Oh, hell no.

No way were they here.

"Jheez, you could have slowed down or something, Artemis! Okay, running in heels is really not exactly the wisest decision I've made in my life. Its virtually impossible!" Megan panted from behind her. "Although, Zee managed just fine. I'm still trying to figure out how she did that, actually. Must be some sort of voodoo magic of hers." She ranted. Artemis didn't comment. Hell, she was too caught up in the fact that all four of her boys were here, and at the same time.

It was planned, definitely planned. A very well-crafted, evil, plan. She was sure of it. It was way too much of a coincidence otherwise. Not to mention it was also the type of sick stunt Zatanna would pull after finding out about her and Wally's "steamy make-out session" -Zatanna's words, not hers.

Artemis watched, gaping, as one of her best friend's kissed her other best friend on his cheek, her dainty arms securely wrapped around his waist. Dick whispered something that made Zatanna blush four shades of red, nuzzling his nose into the side of her neck.

Suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed her own that had limply fallen to her side. "So, we do meet again, señorita!" Artemis looked down, her eyes following the length of the arm that the hand belonged to. Like she needed to. She knew exactly who the charmer was that the voice belonged to.

Make that five of her boys.

Her little green-eyed prince placed a kiss to the back of her hand. "Artemis," he breathed against her skin. "Looking absolutely beautiful, as always."

There was an audible, distinctly male gasp from someone in their group, but Artemis didn't bother to look and find out. She was too amused by the sudden turn of events.

"Why, hello Bart," she smiled, her hand sliding out of his to ruffle his chocolatey-caramel brown hair as he beamed up at her. "My little Prince Charming."

"Woah, looks like you've got competition, Wall-man."

"Shut up, Conner!"

"Did ya' miss me, mi corazón?" Bart asked, his eyes searching hers.

"Of course I did," Artemis replied, gently tapping the end of his nose with the tip of her finger. "I've been in need of a real man around here, for a while now." He blinked in the most adorable way, a light dust of pink settled across his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ouch. I'm not sure if I should take offence to that or not. But still, that's gotta' hurt you more, knowing your younger cousin is doing a far better job of charming up your girl more than you. Dude, she even giggled."

"Dick! Will you guys just quit it? She's not my girl. Besides, she just feels sorry for him. That's all."

Bart angled his head towards his older cousin, glaring. Wally glared back, his index finger drawing an invisible line across his neck and pointed to the boy, his eyes burned a fierce emerald, mixed with molten gold.

Bart ignored the obvious threat and swung his gaze back to the blonde, his face softening. "Are you doing anything this Friday night?"

"I'm, well, I'm not sure yet. Why, Bart! Are you asking me out on..." Artemis frowned playfully, eyeing him warily. "on a date?" Looking as though he was lost for words, her little prince vigorously nodded his head. She gasped, holding back a laugh.

"Oh my gosh, he's so cute and...squishy!"

"Ahh, isn't he just?" Zatanna whispered back to the red headed girl, and clutched onto her arm. "Where can I get me one? I want one me one, now."

Megan squealed, her hands clawing out in Bart's direction. "Aww, I just wanna' hold him or something!" Zatanna snorted, her eyes darkening as she bit her lip.

"Yeah, 'or something'." Megan turned to face the younger girl with a look of horror, understanding exactly what that tone of voice meant. Zatanna shrugged it off and carried on staring with a dreamy sigh.

"Okay, I think its time we took the little brat away from our women before he charms them up to an extent where they end up leaving us for him."

Wally grunted in agreement, patting Dick's shoulder. "Hey, I'm with you, pal. Maybe we could break his legs while we're at it?"

"I dunno' you guys, I say we let him do his thing. Maybe Wally can learn a thing or two from him about what really women want."

The redhead stared at Conner as if he'd just suggested petrol bombing every single fast-food restaurant on the planet. "What? I know plenty of things about what women want! Hello? Full-time stud-muffin, right here!"

"Evidently not, Wallace." He replied, raising an eyebrow, his head flicking towards Artemis. Then frowned when he caught sight of Megan also fawning over Bart.

"I agree with Conner, this truly is quite amusing from where I am sat." Kaldur interjected from his place at the fairly small, metallic table. His hand firmly secured around his coffee cup, and smiled into the cup as he took a sip of the piping hot beverage.

Gritting his teeth, Wally ignored their Team Captain and turned back to face the blonde, who now practically had his over-confident little cousin wrapped around her finger.

"Please, niña hermosa? Say you'll go on a date with me?" Bart pleaded, though, his cocky grin was back. He waggled his eyebrows. "I'll make all your wildest dreams come true."

"Bart, honey. Don't you think I'm just a little bit too old for you?" Artemis said, her voice taking on a lighter tone as she desperately tried not to laugh. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Age is just a number to me, hermosa. It doesn't mean anything."

Just when Artemis opened her mouth to reply, she got a sudden wave of deja vu and narrowed her eyes as Wally stormed over and clamped a hand over his cousins mouth.

"Well, would you look at that! Time for us to go now, buddy."

Bart shook his head, his eyes pleading as he frantically kicked out, struggling against him. "Yeah I don't think so, you little twerp," Wally growled, tightening his hold, dragging him away from the three-now shocked-girls. He lowered his voice into a whisper, "you seriously better start planning your funeral, kid. 'Cause its gonna' come sooner than you'd think." Wally jerked him down the hall of shops.

Dick threw a wave-and a wink in Zatanna's direction-over his shoulder and jogged after his friend.

Artemis watched Kaldur stand up with a sigh, chucking his polystyrene cup into the nearest bin and gathered up his things. He turned to give her a weary smile upon seeing her bleak expression.

"Do not worry, Artemis. I will not allow Wally to harm Bart in any physical way." And fell into step beside Conner, the pair of them following after the other three and disappeared into the depths of the crowded mall.

She blinked. Once, twice, and then a third time for good measure. What just happened? Spinning around to face her two friends, Artemis frowned, her mouth dropping open slightly as she lifted both hands and shrugged her shoulders.

"What-"

"Just happened?" Zatanna finished, her brow raised. "Who knows, but I what I do know is that I'm feeling needy...for retail therapy." Then shared a relieved nod with Megan, both of them whipping out their credit cards from their purses.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes you are Artemis, its the only way."

"No Megs, I swear I'll scratch your eyes-"

"Zee's right, you really are a little kitty inside a tigers fur coat, aren't you?. Now come on, or do we have to drag you around with us?"

Artemis took a step back, falling right into the clutches of the young magician. "First things first, we need to get you a new dress for that debutant meeting this week!" Zatanna spoke in a high pitched voice that did no good on her hearing.

It was no use. Stomping, kicking, biting, grabbing onto nearby objects (whether it be people or not), and even digging her toes into the pristine marble flooring -nothing worked. Eventually she found herself back to square one. Right outside the sparkly dress shop. Yeah, the one she's pretty sure Edward Cullen shopped at.

"Megan? I hope you're ready, 'cause we've got a lot of work to do."


"Hey, don't you think its weird that we only ever see Artemis whenever Apollo's not around?" Dick asked his best friend as they stood outside his car.

"Nah, man," Wally said, pulling out his keys and unlocking it. "Just a coincidence."

"What's that about my gorgeous-"

"You," Wally whirled round and jabbed a finger at Bart. "Get your ass in the car. Now."

His arms stubbornly crossed over his chest as he rolled his eyes. "Just because you're jealous of-"

"I am not jealous."

Bart sucked in a breath through his teeth at the tone of voice that held total and undeniable jealously. And grinned. "Strike a nerve there, did I, cuz'?"

"Watch it, buddy. Uncle Barry isn't here to save you this time, and I'm this close to punching-"

"Wallace, leave the poor boy alone," Kaldur commanded in a soft tone, poking his head out of the back-seat window. "I promised Artemis to not allow you to harm him in any way."

"Wait, did you hear that, West? Artemis worries about me. That is so crash!"

"I'll give you crash, when my hand gets reacquainted with your face."

Opening the passenger side door, Dick slid into the seat next to his best friend. Wally started up the car, Bart practically floating on cloud nine as he began dancing in the back seat-much to both Conner and Kaldur's displeasure as they almost got whacked in the face by the younger boy's flailing arms.

Dick stared off into space as they pulled out of Happy Harbour Mall's parking lot and speeding off down the high-way towards Central City.

Artemis and Apollo, just a coincidence, huh? But he knew there was more to it then that.


Oops! I almost forgot the translations:

Niña hermosa- beautiful girl

Corazón/mi corazón- sweetheart/my heart

Señorita- girl/woman

Bonita- pretty/beautiful

I also got these off the internet, of course. So, again, these could be totally wrong. I'd also like to point out that in chapter 8 I used the word amante, which I've now found out means lover. I had Bart call Artemis lover. I'm such an idiot, it scares me.