AN: I'm updating today because I probably won't be able to tomorrow.

I don't own the characters or Coldplay...

Run fast for your mother,

And fast for your father,

Run for your children, for your sisters and your brothers,

Leave all your love and your longing behind,

You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

~Florence +the Machine: Dog Days Are Over

Last Year:

Wally was bored. Robin was away with Batman, Kaldur was back in Atlantis for the weekend, Connor was with the Kent's learning about farm life, and Megan was at a sleepover with some school friends, who turned out to be very hot cheerleaders. Apparently Megan was on the cheerleading team. Who would've guessed? He thought to himself sarcastically. So, as a last resort to cure his brain cell killing boredom, he resorted to wondering through the halls of the mountain at a human speed. Passing by their "front door", as Megan had called it, he saw a shapely figure sitting outside. Upon closer inspection, he discovered the figure was Artemis. He was momentarily stunned for two reasons. One, he had just called the she-devil 'shapely', and two, because she seemed to be making some sort of hushed noises.

Curiosity overcoming the logical half of his mind, he moved closer and realized that she was humming, whispering some lyrics here and there. He stood, silently debating if he should turn around and leave her alone or if he should he talk to her. Carefully he weighed his options. On one hand he could leave her to her music and stay alive one more night. On the other hand he could risk talking to her, get into another fight and have no one there to break it up, have her hunt him down for the rest of the night, and end up becoming her late night snack. Hmmm, choices, choices. He thought with heavy sarcasm. Although option two did sound very appealing he decided to go with option one and live another day. But as he slowly backed away, Artemis's head whipped around with accusing eyes and a glare that sent daggers to his soul. "What are you doing here?" she growled, pulling the ear buds out of her ears.

He looked at her confused, glanced down at where he stood, then looked back to where he came from. He turned back to her, the confusion still evident. "How did you-?"

She rolled her eyes, "Just answer the question, Baywatch." She said, obviously annoyed by his presence.

"I was actually just leaving. Now answer my question. How did you know I was here?" he asked her.

"It's really not that hard to feel someone's gaze boring into the back of your head." She said, turning her gaze down to her mp3 player.

He nodded in response. She turned back around to face the horizon. Uncomfortable silence settled between the two. "Didn't you say you were just leaving?" she growled at him, turning back around.

"I was then, but now I'm not." He said, walking over to sit by her. "Whatcha listening to?" he asked.

"You really want to know?" she asked skeptically, arching an eyebrow.

He considered the question briefly. "Not really, no. I'm just trying to kill some boredom."

She smiled at his answer. "You know there's a giant television to keep you company." She said.

He looked away from her and out to the horizon. "Nothing's on." He said, then added, screaming into the sky. "And I'm so bored." He complained for extra effect.

She rolled her eyes. "And you could just die of boredom." She said sarcastically.

"Yes. I could. We speedsters have four things that could kill us, boredom, the need for patience, not eating, and sushi." He told her.

She chuckled at that. "Well, then, we don't want you dying now do we?" she said in a sly tone of voice.

He gulped, "I hope not."

That earned him a laugh. "Relax, Baywatch. I won't kill you." She told him. When he visibly relaxed, she added "Yet.". When she saw him tense back up, she laughed again. "Gosh, Baywatch, you're so easy to get a reaction out of."

He sighed and looked down. "I've been told I have a habit of wearing my mind on my sleeve."

She looked down at the ocean and mumbled something incoherent.

He looked back up at her. "Hmm, what was that?" he asked her, not hearing.

Quickly she looked down at her mp3 player which was still playing. "Crap. My mp3 player is still on." She said and quickly tried to shut it down.

Thinking on his toes, Wally used this distraction to his advantage, quickly high jacking her mp3 player away from her before she could shut it down.

"No! Give it back!" Artemis protested, trying to grab it back.

"Hold on. I just want to see what you are listening to." He told her, blocking her attempts at snatching it back.

She rolled her eyes. "I could just tell you." She said.

"I asked you before and you never answered." He told her.

"Yes, but I was having so much fun playing with you." She told him smiling slightly.

He was confused and shocked for a moment, and Artemis used that moment to snatch her music player back. "Ha." She told him, starting to shut it down.

Wally shook off his previous puzzlement, "So you gonna tell me what you were listening to?" He asked, being the persistent little speedster he was.

She sighed. "Fine, do you want the list or just what you interrupted?" she asked him.

He carefully considered his choices. On the one hand he could learn more about her since she loves to avoid talking about herself, and on the other hand he could get out of her hair faster. This time option one looked like the one that could cure his boredom. "Option one please." He told her.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, looking up to the sky, trying to remember. "Let's see, um, I was listening to a little Skillet, some Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Paramore, and, last but definitely not least, Coldplay." She said looking back to Wally.

Wally almost jumped straight out of his skin. Him and the she devil had something in common? It was preposterous. Downright ridiculous. Then he wondered if he had even heard correctly. "Did you say Coldplay?" he asked her.

"Yeah, Baywatch. Having hearing problems today are you?" she asked, getting up from her perch on the edge. She ruffled his hair condescendingly as she started to walk away.

She was halfway to the door before he could even think a coherent thought. When his brain actually started to work , his super-speed came in to aide him. "Whichsong?" He said quickly zipping over to her, stopping in front of her.

She blinked in surprise and confusion, which quickly turned into an annoyed look, then melted into a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "I know you like to speed things up, but could you at least make a coherent sentence for me please? Or is that too much to ask with your pea sized brain?" she sneered.

He gave her a glare. "Which song were you listening to from Coldplay?" he told her slowly. "Did you understand that?" he told her mockingly.

It was her turn to glare angrily. "Yes I did. And why do you want to know?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Because I love Coldplay! And I want to know which song you like that way I know which song to hate." He told her.

Her eyes widened. "You like Coldplay?" She then looked up at the sky and spun around, smacking him with her blond ponytail.

She continued to scrutinize the sky as he stood there impatiently. Finally he let his impatience get the best of him. "What are you looking for?" he asked frustrated.

Again she spun around, whipping him, again, with her long pony tail, continuing her search through the sky. "I'm trying to find out if the world just ended." She said.

He sighed loudly, clearly exasperated. Finally he had enough of her pointless searching. He sped over to where she had wandered, grabbing her roughly by the arms. "Stop it. The world is not ending! Just answer my question so I can get on with life!" he told her angrily.

She glared at him. "Fine." She said, wriggling herself out of his grasp. "I was listening to Viva la Vida. Happy?" she said, straightening her shirt and walking away from him.

Wally sighed, relief pouring through him. "Very. I would have been severely angry if you had been listening to Yellow." He told her, knowing she really didn't care.

She stopped and turned around, "I would've thought that you would like The Scientist." She told him.

He shrugged. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't have thought you and I would have something in common either. So I guess we're even." He said, walking away from the sunshine.

As he started to pass her, Artemis stuck out her arm. He looked at her confused only to see her facing the ocean, her face thoughtful. "I wonder…" she murmured. Then she looked at him. "Just how much do we have in common?"

Half of him really didn't want to find out, the other half was just as curious as she was. "You wanna find out?" he asked her cautiously.

She nodded. "Unless you want to keep fighting and annoying the team and have Rob keep teasing us about being lovers?" she told him, crossing her arms over her chest, her face daring him to disagree.

He weighed his choices carefully. On one hand he could leave and go back to being bored, on the other hand he could actually spend his time with Artemis and maybe learn something about her. Neither choice was the best, but he wasn't about to go back to boredom. He looked at her, "Alright." He said, his voice unsure.

She offered him a small smile. "Come on, Kid Vacuum, I'll make us something to snack on while we figure out if we actually can get along." She said, walking through the doorway, back into the mountain.

He followed after her, still unsure about the whole ordeal. He sighed, maybe this wouldn't turn out to be so bad. Worst case scenario would be Artemis trying to kill him. But he could handle that, it wouldn't be the first time she resorted to bodily harm.

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Present:

The rain pelted him in the face as he ran against the wind. On any other day he would be enjoying a run like this. But he wasn't, not today. Today he wasn't running for pleasure or for duty, not this time. This time he was running for his life. Running to catch the one thing he didn't think he could live without. Artemis.

He was running the long way around. He knew that there was a chance that he wasn't going to catch her in time. But that didn't stop him. He had to keep going. He had to try. He had to stop her before she went on causing disdain for the Shadows. He had to tell her there was another way. There had to be another way. There just had to be. So he kept running.

Finally, slowing down to a normal speed and taking off his goggles, he ran, at normal speed, to the gate of Wayne Manor. Anxiously, he pressed the button repetitively. "Come on, Alfred. Come on!" he chanted to himself.

A groggy "Who is it?" answered his consistent button mashing.

"Alfred, its Wally! Please tell me she's still there!" he said trying as best he could to keep his talking on normal speed.

"I'm sorry Mister West, she and Mister Wayne have already left. But please, do come in and get out of the rain." Alfred answered.

Wally didn't move when the iron gates opened for him, inviting him onto the land of the Batman. He couldn't believe she was gone. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew the painful truth. She was gone. He wasn't fast enough.

AN2: So what do y'all think of the cover? Made it myself! Sorry if you don't like it…I don't have a tablet so it was hand drawn on graph paper, traced, scanned into the computer, and then colored using gimp…impressive? No? Review?

(Side Note: I'm currently writing the second chapter to "The Dinner" so don't worry..it should be up in a few days.)

(Side Note 2: I'm looking for someone to do the cover art for "Tonight, Tonight" and "The Dinner". So PM me if you wanna do it! :))

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