Never Talks, Never Eats, Never Sleeps
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+
Pairings: Spitfire
Guest Stars: Artemis
NOTE: None
Never Talks, Never Eats, Never Sleeps
To say that Wally was worried was an understatement to say the least. It'd be more accurate to say that he was feeling a sense of panic that he hadn't felt the fake mission ordeal.
He was currently pacing inside his room, his thumb in his mouth and his eyes plastered ahead of him, three phrases whispering through his mind.
She never talks. She never eats. She never sleeps.
She never talks. She never eats. She never sleeps.
It'd been about a month since the Ethan incident, a month since her boyfriend had died and he'd barely seen her.
He was pretty sure every now and then she was smuggled into the Cave for a therapy session with Black Canary, but he never saw her. The only reason he knew was because of the Zeta-Tube history that had been saved to the computer.
She never showed up for missions and she'd only been on one since the incident, and this was purely because they couldn't get a hold of Red Arrow.
But when he had seen her that day she'd been a wreck.
Heavy black bags stood out under her eyes, and her hair was messy and un-brushed, her bow dusty and unused and it had scared him.
Desperately he had tried to make her insult him, poking fun at her whenever he couldn't, but nothing had come of it. She didn't speak at all during the whole mission and M'gann refused to mind link with her, after doing so with the result Ethan's name being repeated over and over in their heads.
He did make her cry though, he hadn't meant to of course, but he did.
She'd missed a shot that had nearly cost them the mission and Wally, stuck in the moment of adrenaline, had screamed at her that she needed to snap out of it or someone was going to die.
He'd regretted the words in an instant, he had tried to apologize, had tried to stop her tears, but they kept coming and so he just stood there awkwardly, until the Bio-Ship came and they left.
That night he called her mom, he'd stolen the number from Robin months ago, and tonight he finally used it.
"Hello?" He had said, speaking softly into the phone. "Is this Artemis's mom?"
"It is," the voice sounded tired and old, but still professional.
Wally bit his lip unsure of how to continue before quietly saying, "this is Wally…I'm uh…on your daughter's Team." Trying to make sure that she knew which team, just in case there were others, she was on. "And well, I was wondering, if she was you know…" He paused here. "…okay."
There was silence on the phone.
"Hello? Mrs. Crock?"
Sobbing and Wally bit his lip harder, now he'd done.
Way to go Wall-man, he thought venomously. Make her mom cry, that's a great way to comfort her, I'm sure.
Then softly on the other end, "She hardly ever talks. She won't eat and she doesn't sleep at night, I know because I can hear her screaming in the middle of the night, but when I try to get into the room it's locked and she won't open it." A pause. "I'm worried Wally, and I don't know what to do. I'm her mother, but I missed out on so much of her life and I don't know how to help her and I don't know how to cope and—"More sobbing and Wally's stomach lurched with guilt.
"Don't worry Mrs. Crock, I'll help her."
Silence then a soft, "How?"
"I don't know, but trust me, I know your daughter like the back of my hand."
And it was true, he knew the spitfire blond, inside and out. He knew that she hated the color pink, but loved the color red. He knew that she was afraid of thunderstorms because as a kid she had been trapped outside her house in one. He knew her favorite animal was a tiger and that she liked the smell of peppermint. He knew that she was lying about her family, but he trusted her anyways. He knew more about her, than he probably should.
He didn't realize Artemis's mom had hung up until the operator began to talk into his ear and he shut off his own phone and began to pace, thoughts flying through his head like bullets.
Before finally he closed his eyes and sighed, "she's gonna hate me for this." He muttered and then he was gone.
Moments later he was knocking on Artemis's window, he knew she was inside, he could see her body curled up on the body.
"Artemis let me in or I'm going to break the window!" He screamed, she didn't moved and he sighed. "Don't come near the window!" And he punch, watching as the glass shattered, he winced, she hadn't moved or screamed at him like he had hoped. She hadn't even jumped at the sound, she just stayed there unmoving.
Biting his lip he moved over to her bed, "Artemis? Artemis can you hear me?"
"Go away," came the croaky reply. "Leave me alone."
"No."
There wasn't a reply and he groaned, "come on Arty, you can't stay like this forever."
No reply.
"I swear I will pull you out from under the covers."
No reply.
"And I will drag you out of the window."
No reply.
"And we will go outside, until you start acting like yourself again."
No reply.
"I'll do it even if you're nothing, but your underwear." He supplied.
She didn't even move.
Sighing he sits down at the foot of her bed and looks at her, "you know a wise friend once told me that that I should stop going on and on about something even though I thought it was my fault. She told me that it was okay, because I was still around and I could still save more people. She said that I was the only me that she had and that it wasn't fair if I was going to throw away my life for something I couldn't have stopped." He paused. "And you want to know what? I listened to her, I remember what had happened and I'll always remember, but I'm not going to throw my life away because of it. And you shouldn't either."
No reply and he hangs his head in defeat.
"Alright, I'll go," he looks at the window. "And don't worry I'll fix your window…or I'll steal money from Rob and use that to fix your window."
And he gets up, but suddenly there's a flash and a hand grabs his wrist.
"Don't go," the voice is small and timid. "Please don't go. Everyone else does, and I don't want you to."
Wally freezes, unsure of what to do, before settling back down onto the foot of the bed. "Don't worry," he tells her. "I won't."
"Promise?" The voice squeaks.
"Promise." He tells her and her hand tightening on his wrist.
Guess what guys? I'm alive! :D
So yep here we go a quick aftermath chapter and some spitfire for you! Hope you liked it! :D
Congrats to anyone who caught the refrence to the past chapter Nightmares
In other news, I've decided that I will not skip five years HOWEVER this means that the posting of these stories will slow a little because I want to wait for Young Justice: Legacy to come out so I can get an idea of what happened in the five year time skip
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