A/N: Summary: Various teammate points of view. Italicized words are lyrics.

Warning: I was incredibly moody throughout the week I keyboard smashed this out. Which may explain the angst. Song is "July Flame" by Laura Veirs.

Disclaimer: I can't call this mine...can't call this mine...


July Flame

July flame

It was the spark of rebellion that ignited the wildfire, burning down everything in its way, anything that prevented its path to destiny. It was a day of independence in more ways than one.

Fiery kite

She was a spitfire all right. Burning gaze, hot temper, and blazing spirit. But he wasn't one to get out of the kitchen because of a little heat.

Will o' the wisp

They thought her meek. They thought her sweet-tempered. They thought her innocent. Little did they know it was because she forced them to think that way.

Lead me through the night

His voice was as soothing as the waves, as stern as the storm, as unsearchable as the depths of his home. It was the voice of reason, of composure, of command. Of treason.

July flame

The summer heat was nearly unbearable, even at that time of night. But some traditions had to be preserved, so the newly inducted rookies of the team didn't complain too much. Especially not after the magnificent fireworks show put on by their predecessors.

Sweet summer peach

She was his first kiss, which may have left more of an impression had there not been so many kisses afterwards. But he'd always remember the fruit-flavored lip gloss and the smell of her hair blowing through the summer air behind him on his motorcycle.

High up in the branch

He refused to be scared of heights, climbing higher and higher, falling farther and farther until the last moment when his breath would hitch in his chest and he could see their faces, crystal clear in his mind's eye, just before he caught himself at the bottom.

Just out of my reach

She was right next to him, sharing the water, harnessing the magical current surrounding them. But it didn't matter, because she would never harness the electricity radiating from his feelings toward her.

Can I call you mine?

The restored memories felt all wrong. She was very certain she was his just as deeply as he was hers.

Can I call you mine?

The baby giggled in his arms, and the archer wondered how on earth two messed up people could have created something so perfect.

July flame

It was by the light of a single candle that he too was sworn in, holding a hand up in a solemn salute as his forerunner looked on. "Robin."

I'm seeing fireworks

The League's return wasn't met with fanfare and loud festivity, but the relief the Team felt upon their arrival definitely merited some celebratory ice cream.

They're so beautiful

They would travel to many strange and wondrous worlds that year, but nothing really compared to home sweet Earth.

Tell me why it hurts

The feeling of life being suddenly wrenched away from this world left a more damaging imprint than he would care to admit. The scarab was comforting for once though; together they would avenge the fallen life form.

July flame

It was supposed to be just a short, high school summer fling. Five years later he still thought she could hang the moon…with science.

Ashes of a secret heart

They used an urn instead of a coffin to reduce the risk that someone would notice the absence of her body at the funeral. When he asked Nightwing what he burned to make the ashes, his best friend leaned over and whispered, "That dirty yellow sweatshirt you used to wear. She said if you didn't wash it she was going to burn it for sanitary purposes."

Falling in my lemonade

Laughs and smiles covered up the insecurity she felt at being a natural-born klutz. But the self-doubt disappeared when Wonder Woman smiled and said, "Let's try that again."

Unslakeable thirsting in the back yard

They planted a garden together that year in the pitiful square of dirt they'd been allotted by the complex. It was the same year they quit the team together. Something about the way he burst through the door, proudly carrying their first zucchini and presenting it to her in the kitchen, gave her an aching thirst for normal, domestic life.

Can I call you mine?

The looks she sent Conner when he wasn't looking didn't go unnoticed by L'gaan. And no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the Atlantian knew she didn't truly belong to him.

Can I call you mine?

He gave her hand a tight squeeze, because no matter what happened, what they had was the only universal constant that mattered.