"We're interrupted by he heat of the sun

Trying to prevent what's already begun

You're just a body, I can smell you skin

And when I feel it, you're wearing thin"

- The Writer, Ellie Goulding

Conner was standing at the top of the shooting range, Roy bit back a curse. This wasn't the ideal situation – not by a long shot. No pun intended.

"Hi!" the red head called out, his voice raising an octave or so. So much for keeping it cool, the archer looked towards the powerhouse and tried to decipher what exactly was going on with him. Not for the first time Roy thought Conner would be an excellent poker player, the guy had absolutely no tells. It was just impassive, slightly scary, staring.

"Roy," Conner inclined his head. "Megan."

The Martian blushed, the red head wanted to slap his forehead, Megan could not lie to save her life.

"Hello Conner, you're not interrupting anything – at all. Roy was just teaching me how to shoot, just as a friend would. Because Roy and I are friends, which isn't very surprising as we're on the same team, sort of." Megan giggled nervously to finish off her sentence, as her cheeks flamed scarlet.

"Right," Superboy nodded.

"Nothing going on dude, in fact. I have to get going." Roy smiled casually as he gestured over his shoulder; this act apparently conveying the something he had to do, was in the other room, far, far away.

"Sure," Conner replied, confusion evident in his tone.

"Cool – so Megan, I'll catch you later?" Roy hoped against hope that she wasn't going to give anything else away.

"Ok," the Martian replied, her voice slightly tense.

Nodding to the company once more, the archer quickly, or rather, slowly, hobbled towards the exit. Doing his best not to break out into an ill fated sprint he kept moving doggedly onwards, very much aware the two heroes he had left behind were staring intently after him.

Finally, he made it to the corridor, resting momentarily against the cool concrete he tried to marshal his thoughts. Conner had interrupted, they all knew that, but it seemed they were happy believing the fiction. Roy let loose a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding. Maybe Conner's untimely arrival was a needed wake up call, would it really be fair for he and Megan to have some sort of relationship right under the guy's nose? The archer groaned at a sudden thought, it was bros over hoes right? Roy was almost certain it was, something about a bro code, along the lines of thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife. But then there was something wrong with living by this particular mantra. Superboy wasn't exactly a bro and under no stretch of the imagination was Megan a ho.

Pushing himself off the wall Roy continued towards the main hall of Mount Justice, he needed a teleport out of there. He needed to get back to his apartment where he could watch hours of some random sport on television with the curtains drawn. Shuffling towards the teleport pad he waited for the familiar sensation that started in his naval. Like two hooks had been placed there and were gradually pulling him apart, every one of his molecules screaming under the pressure. Closing his eyes the red head shifted on his feet, throwing his weight onto the better leg. Finally he felt it, within seconds he was gone from an island in the middle of nowhere and was standing on the cold varnished wood floors of his apartment.

Sniffing gingerly at his underarm the archer pulled back instinctively, he really needed a wash. Slowly stripping off various items of clothing he headed towards his bathroom. A hot shower would go a long way in helping him solve his current predicament. Just as his final item of clothing hit the floor Roy relaxed, his thoughts drifting from his head. In seconds, searing water pounded across his back. He needed this; so long as he had hot showers he'd be ok. The shakes wouldn't matter and thoughts of Megan would be dulled.

The archer let the water rush over his head, opening his mouth he drank some of the hot water, before walking out from under the stream and shaking his head. Was he really ready to let her go? To let thoughts of her drain down the plughole, never to be thought again. Could he go back to being casual acquaintances with her? Or more likely, there would be no relationship, however casual. Their none romance had seen an end to that, not enough to stay friends yet enough to render any future interactions hopelessly awkward. Roy grit his teeth, shutting off the facet he quickly stepped out and wrapped a warm towel around his waist.

Shuffling into his bedroom, the red head threw open several draws until he found the appropriate clothing. Loose hanging shorts and tee shirt were hastily pulled on, standing in front of the mirror, Roy blinked. He looked tired, his green eyes were dulled as he rubbed a small towel across his head. He needed to get to sleep; he needed a vacation - a vacation from his life. The growl of his stomach brought his thoughts back to reality, food was now the priority, all other things could wait.

A few moments later and the red head was in the kitchen, two slices of bread in the toaster, their white edges gradually browning and crisping. Roy stood waiting with a knife at the ready, waiting until the dollop of butter would melt across the crusty exterior. One bite before soft pillows of dough filled his mouth with thoughts and memories of home. Just as the comforting smell drifted into his nostrils there was a very unwelcome noise. His doorbell chimed through the apartment, announcing the arrival of someone. Roy prayed to high heaven that it was a Girl Scout selling cookies.

With an understandable reticence he deposited his knife in the sink and left the toast to cool. Navigating the way to his front door via several pizza boxes Roy yanked hard on the handle, not even bothering to check who might be on the other side.

"Roy!"

The archer jumped, hissing almost immediately. Fixing a grin across his face he did his best to remain calm. "Conner! We really need to stop meeting like this."

"Look, Roy." The clone chose to ignore the archer's previous comments. "We all know that you and Megan were having a moment."

"Um..." Roy paused, swallowing heavily - he wasn't prepared for this. Conner didn't appear to understand the meaning of small talk. Pulling himself together the red head exhaled a sharp stream of air. "I know what I said before and this just makes me look like a total douche. I just want you to know it wont happen again." Roy quickly stuttered, his chest constricting tightly as he knew very well with those words he could be condemning his future with Megan to the what ifs.

"Like hell," Superboy growled, his blue eyes steely.

"Sorry? Conner, I mean it, I wont..."

"Roy, you cannot be serious? Of course it's going to happen again. You want it to, Megan wants it to..." the clone sighed. "If I was going to be selfish about this, then I wouldn't want it to. But if Megan's taught me anything, putting yourself first rarely leads to the best outcomes. So if you dare try and pull some noble bullshit move, I will put your head through a wall."

"Well..." the archer paused, dumfounded. "First off, I think we need to revoke some of your TV privileges. And second, wow – I don't know what to say. If this were a movie, you know you'd have this in the bag right? You're the good guy."

Conner smiled, albeit a little ruefully. "No, if this was a movie. You'd be running through a crowded airport just before getting the girl."

"Yeah," Roy laughed hesitantly. "I guess."

"So?" Conner questioned.

"What?"

"Go get the girl." Conner stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The archer didn't move, not until a shaky laughed escaped from his mouth. He and Megan could be together – he just had to do something about it.

Within the space of an hour Roy was being pulled through the space-time continuum by some sort of beam that the hero had never really understood; the science of which, Wally had constantly tried to explain but had never succeeded in imparting the knowledge. The Mount Justice computer announced the arrival of Red Arrow and the archer was immediately on task. He had to find Megan. That much was obvious, what he'd do when he did, he wasn't quite sure yet. Sweeping her up and planting kisses on her up turned face sounded appealing – an action that was befitting the end of any romantic comedy. Roy shook his head roughly, he was not buying into romantic clichés, well maybe he was but he had to find the girl before he could even contemplate 'getting her'.

Racing towards the common room, his injuries forgotten, the archer hoped he wasn't too late – had his lack of conviction put Megan off? Putting their feelings for each other on hold due to concerns over Superboy's own emotions, had it been one too many? The red head tried to not think about it, Conner still thought he was in with a chance. Not only that, but Roy was pretty sure this was it – the real thing. Rounding the corner the archer bit back a curse, Megan it materialised, was not in the common room, nor was she is the shared kitchen.

Undeterred, the archer moved on. His next port of call the Martian's bedroom. Finally he was greeted with an imposing metal door. Without thinking he hit the button at the side of the frame, surprisingly the door slid open, granting him access to a room he had never set foot in before. Again, without thought, he rushed over the threshold; the bedroom was disappointingly devoid of Megan's form. Instead what was revealed to him was a large bed, a bedspread made neatly across it. Several cushions and pillows scattered across it. The wardrobe across the room was wide open and not one piece of clothing was hanging up, instead there were a few items pilled in on corner. Books and magazines took up the majority of the storage space; William Faulkner jostled for room along side May's edition of Elle Magazine. It seemed that Megan read widely, Roy paused as he scrutinised her titles further, Proust and JK Rowling were also present, along with Rushdie and Stephen King. With any other girl the archer would have assumed the literary heavyweights served as window dressing. But not with Megan, with her it was most probably her attempt at being as acquainted with Earth's culture as possible.

Crouching down Roy pulled out a copy of 'Goldfinger'; the book was relatively new, but obviously read, a definite crease running down the spine. Flicking open to the first page the red head smiled, Bond was in Miami airport, several bourbons consumed.

"That's one of my favourites," a voice called out from behind him.

Snapping the book shut Roy tried to wheel round, but thanks to his crouched position on the floor he tumbled onto his side. A pair of slender green legs entered his field of vision, his eyes travelled slowly upwards, instead of a pair of shorts or skirt, the Martian appeared to be wearing next to nothing. Well, there was a large, fluffy white towel wrapped around her middle, to save her from the embarrassment of being caught naked by a boy she was quite possibly, in to.

"Mine too," Roy agreed. Pushing down with his arms he righted himself, quickly depositing the book back where he found it he walked towards Megan. "I'd always wanted to be like James Bond."

"Really? Not Robin Hood?" Megan questioned innocently.

"Robin Hood was always more Ollie's thing. Don't get me wrong I like the bow. But Bond - Martinis, Aston Martins and international conspiracies to topple governments? That's cool." Roy nodded slowly as a large smile crept across his features.

"Sean Connery," the Martian offered.

"Connery?" Roy repeated. "Best Bond there was."

"He got the best girls too," the green skinned girl offered coyly as she stepped up to Roy.

"You think?" The archer gulped.

"Well, if it were me. I'd prefer Sean." Megan stated, as she pulled a towel from her head, letting her auburn locks cascade down her back.

"Always had a thing for Miss Moneypenny myself," Roy gulped. The smell of her shampoo was overpowering.

"Oh James?" Megan whispered.

Roy's eyes virtually pulsated with lust, he could just kiss her and she would be his. In a tremendous effort of self-control the archer pulled back.

"Megan, I need you to know that – well." The archer stopped, he didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to express the tumultuous waves of emotions that were constantly swirling within him. "Oh screw it," he muttered.

This wasn't a time for thinking; this was a time for doing. Stepping closer towards the Martian, he reached for her, his hands cupping her cheeks as he pulled her face upwards. Roy's thumbs gently traced patterns across her skin as he stared into her brown eyes, her mouth parting as she waited with baited breath. The air around them crackled with electricity.

"But..." Megan stuttered. "What about Conner, what about..."

"No," Roy replied firmly. "This is about us. What we want. Right?"

Megan nodded slowly.

It was all the archer needed, his lips pressed down against hers. The kiss was sweet, firm and full of promise. The moment was everything - it was theirs.

THE END

A/N: Finished guys! Sorry it's taken me a while to put this last one up. But thanks for sticking with me and I hope you've enjoyed it :)