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Artemis walked into the living and towards the kitchen, a smile gracing her face at the sight before her. Of course, Wally was already there. And eating.

"Figures I'd find you here," she joked, hopping onto the counter to sit next to him.

He grunted, still chewing a chocolate chip cookie. She continued while he devoured the rapidly dwindling plate full of cookies.

"How do you even afford that kind of appetite? Or do you just mooch off of others?" she asked with a knowing smirk.

Wally gulped down one of the cookies and fixed her with a half-heartedly glare. "I don't mooch!" he defended, "Megan say I could help myself, so I did."

Artemis raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Ahuh, I'm sure she did." The disbelief was obvious in her tone. He made a face at her in response, to which she rolled her eyes and leaned over him, reaching for a cookie.

He paused in his chewing, momentarily dazed. That one second of her so close to him, the sweet, feminine scent on her skin; he was extremely tempted to lean in.

But the second went by and she was back at his side, eating a cookie. He couldn't help but feel incredibly aware of her presence, her body heat, only inches away.

Artemis, on the other hand, was feeling very peaceful. She noticed at the back of her mind that Wally was gawking at her, cookie half chewed in his slightly open mouth. She attested that to his idiocy; for a nerd he sure was stupid. Or maybe he lacked common sense?

Eventually Wally resumed to eating the cookies, moving the plate in between so she didn't have to reach over. He wasn't really up to looking like a fool twice in the span of 10 minutes.

Artemis started zoning out, enjoying the comfortable silence, when the red-head's voice quietly said, "Thanks."

Her hand paused in mid air, cookie touching her lips. "For what?" she asked, confused.

Wally looked away from her gaze, his ears turned red with embarrassment. "You know," he said with reluctance, "for the last mission, when you gave me the rebreather, and the makeshift sling…" he trailed off, still avoiding any eye contact.

She felt herself becoming a little embarrassed as well; Kid Flash wasn't really the feelings type, nor was she. Eager to escape the topic, she rapidly replied, "Oh it's no big deal, really. That's what friends are for."

Her breath was caught in her throat. Did she just admit, aloud, that she considered him to be her friend?

Artemis racked her mind for a way to take back what she said, or make it seem like she didn't care, when the cookie in her hand was snatched away. She cautiously glanced at him, expecting to worst, only to be pleasantly surprised.

He was grinning at her like his usual self, while cramming in the stolen cookie. Relief flooded her body, and before she knew it she was punching him lightly on the shoulder, a wide smile on her face.

"Artemis? Kid Flash?"

They turned around to see Aqualad walk into the room. Artemis called out, "Yeah?"

He spotted them and made his way over, stopped a few steps short of them. He gave them a quick cursory glance, a little surprised.

She noticed this and was going to ask, but he cut in, "Batman is going to debrief us for our next mission in a few minutes. Please make your way there." They nodded and he left the room, exiting through the same door he came in.

"Looks like lunch time's cut short," Artemis said, hopping off of the counter. One of her feet touched the ground, but the other got stuck in the handle of the cabinet below. She pulled on reflex, and she was suddenly falling face first into the floor.

Artemis shut her eyes, waiting for the impact. Instead, her back hit the cold ground and a hand was holding her head up. She opened her eyes and found Wally above her, straddling. His lips were moving, so he was definitely saying something, but all she could focus on was the warmth of his hand and the bright green eyes looking at her with worry.

"Hello? Anybody home?" He rapped on her forehead, wondering why she hadn't answered. She had been staring at him for almost a full minute, and it was starting to get uncomfortably tight in his costume.

To his surprise it worked, her dark blue eyes coming back into focus. Her cheeks were as red as his hair, a scowl on her face.

"Get off," Artemis growled, moving her upper body forward with a groan. He looked at their position and blushed, practically scampering off of her.

Wally was struck with a strong wave of déjà-vu, the memory of the last time they were alone in the kitchen washing over him. She had slipped on some milk, falling onto him; a reverse of just now. His entire body felt hot; he looked in the opposite direction, hoping she didn't notice.

She didn't though; she was too busy remember the same incident herself, feeling exceedingly awkward. Artemis stood up and mentally slapped herself; why was she getting all mushy? She'll admit, Wally was, at moments, pretty cute. But this wasn't the time or place for wishy washy feelings: they have a mission.

Artemis walked over to the speedster, who refused to look her in the eye, and flicked him on the forehead. "Slow!" She exited the room in a rush, laughing. Wally's face was still a little flushed, but his trademark grin was back. He chased after her, grumbling all the way.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews again! :D I wrote this chapter, and the next, in math class -.- The sheer boredom was apparently enough inspiration. Man, the last episode for YJ was fantastic. I like Zatanna, and her ship with Robin (although he's so amazing you could ship him with anyone). Once again, thanks for the reviews and please continue to leave them xD