Artemis was walking about the corridors of Mt. Justice when she heard a small cry.
'What the?' She thought as she tried to find who was crying. It was coming from Megan's room.
"Megan?" The archer asked, opening the door.
"Go away!" The martian demanded.
Taking another step into the room, Artemis can see why. Megan's hair was a wreck, a curling iron left plugged in and forgotten. Her makeup was messy now, and she was wearing an red, sparkly dress with an obnoxiously poofy skirt. There was a huge tear in it.
"What happened?" Artemis asked. Megan only shook her head.
"Megan." Artemis tried to reason. Finally, Megan spoke.
"There's a dance tonight that Conner and I are going to. I wanted to try and get ready like a normal earth girl, but it didn't work, my dress looked better in the store, my hair won't curl right, and I can't my makeup right either." She admitted.
"Well, why don't you just, I don't, change how you look?" Artemis asked.
"Because, I wanted to get ready like a normal earth girl, what fun is getting ready in three seconds?" Megan burying her face again. Artemis sighed, and though she sort of wanted to just walk away, instead she put a hand on Megan's shoulder.
"Let me help." She said. Megan smiled a bit. Taking a nearby comb, Artemis started by brushing Megan's hair flat. Taking the curling iron and curling small sections at a time, Megan's hair was transformed into a sea of wavy red locks. Grabbing some baby oil, her smudged eyeliner, way too dark eye shadow, and way rosy blush was instantly gone. To takes it's place, Artemis applied pale purple eye shadow, some black eyeliner to her waterline, and adding a light pink blush. With that being done, the only thing left was the dress.
"Why'd you choose this again?" Artemis asked, looking over the dress several times.
"I don't know, I thought it looked pretty at first but I didn't notice the rip." Megan began.
"Or the skirt." Artemis added. She looked over it again.
"If it wasn't torn like that and I had more time to work, I could fix it, I could probably fix it now actually." Artemis offered but Megan shook her head.
"I don't even want to look at it," She said tearing up a bit, "I don't have any other dresses."
Artemis frowned and left the room, heading towards the zeta beam. Megan watched her go, then continued her crying.
"What am I gonna do, I wanted to get ready like a norma-." But she was cut off by Artemis who re-entered the room.
"Wear this." She said, holding out a light gold colored cloth. A dress actually, it had spaghetti straps, and a flowing skirt that looked like it would reach Megan's knees. Running to the bathroom, Megan put on the dress. She squealed in excitement.
"IT FITS!" She exclaimed, running back to her room. She threw her arms around her friend.
"Thank you." She said happily.
"No problem, just don't let anything happen to that dress, I have to wear it to a dance next week." Artemis replied. Megan nodded and slipped into a pair of matching shoes. She grabbed her purse and walked out to the living room were Conner was waiting.
"Wow." He said, completely stunned by the way his girlfriend looked.
Megan giggled.
"Thank you." She mouthed to Artemis yet again as she left through the zeta beam.
"No problem." Artemis mouthed back. She was glad she could help.
A/N: This chap was actually fun to write basically because I've done it before (check out 'Our own Homecoming' for full story) actually, I've done it a couple of times, which is always fun. anyway, Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!