A/N - Wanted to write something after a few days of absence. This was going to be a Megan and Kaldur friendship thingie, but I just couldn't do it right. Well, whatevers. Enjoy!

Disclaimer - I'm not nearly as talented as the wonderful creators of the DC universe to even think I have the ability to say that I own it, which I don't. Simple.

In the beginning, it had seemed simple enough. Get all the ingredients together and follow the steps. But now, Megan could only glare in dismay at the mess she had caused to the once pristine kitchen. This was never how it had went in the shows and books she'd read about the subject since her arrival on Earth.

"Hello, Megan," she grumbled, smacking her hand against her forehead in agitation only to curl her lip in disgust when she realized that it was still covered with the gooey brown substance and effectively stained her skin. "Making chocolate shouldn't be this hard."

"And yet, you've practically painted this room in it," Artemis joked as she entered the room, skirting around the puddles as she drew closer to the martian. "First time?"

"..Yeah," Miss Martian sighed, turning away to clean her face at the sink. After a fair bit of scrubbing, she continued. "I just can't seem to get this baking thing right. Earth customs are so odd."

"Compared to yours, right?" the blonde chuckled, handing her teammate a dish rag. "Are you sure you don't want to buy candy from a store? I always do it."

"A Valentines' gift should be something from the heart," Megan insisted, drying her face and hands with the cloth. "I want to make up for the burnt cookies I made."

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Apparently, Mr. Mouth ate them all."

"Wally says his high metabolism has him eating several meals a day. It helps if he has snacks in between."

"Apparently the guy has no taste," Artemis scoffed, pausing to realize what her statement implied. "I mean, not that you're that terrible of a cook or anything, it's just that…um… do you…need any help?"

M'gann giggled, "That would be nice."

After cleaning up some of the counter, the girls began adding in the ingredients. Artemis grabbed a container of sugar, letting it hover uncertainly over a mixing bowl filled with unsweetened fudge, "So how much do I have to add to this?"

"The recipe calls for a handful of sugar, but it wouldn't hurt to have just a pinch more."

It went on like this for a while, with them relaying the instructions to one another. A thought crossed the blonde's mind through this process, causing her to smile slyly at Megan, "Are you sure that all of these are only friend chocolates?"

"Of course," the carrot top replied, uneasy as to where this was going. "Why?"

"Oh, I don't know," Artemis teased. "I just thought that you'd want to make something special for one tall, muscular, blue-eyed hunk with luscious dark hair."

"You mean Superboy?" the heat in Megan's face rose to an unimaginable level, turning her usual green face beet red and her voice to go up an octave. Her heart raced at the thought of him, but she desperately tried to hide it. Her attitude deflated when she thought about their relationship. "I… there's nothing between us. Not really anyway."

"Hey, come on," Artemis assured, patting her friend on the back. "I've been here for months, and the sparks have been flying. The Christmas mistletoe incident was hilarious! And remember Halloween? Priceless!"

And somehow, Miss Martian's blush deepened even further, as she tried to deflect the subject, "Artemis… what about you and Wally?"

"Tch, that guy?" the archer scoffed, twisting her head away to hide the pinkness that had appeared on her cheeks. "He's still as annoying as ever."

"You two have your moments," she giggled, relieved as her face temperature returned to normal.

"Ugh, whatevers," Artemis muttered, stirring furiously at her mixture with her wooden spoon, being careful not to spill anything. In silence, they continued until it was time to pour the chocolate into their trays. But before, Megan let a drop of the brown substance fall onto the metal surface, her friend stopped her. "Wait!"

"What is it?"

"I know what we can do to make each chocolate special for the boys!"

"Reeaally?"

"And I know the perfect one for Kid Flash!"

"…"

"What are you doing staring at me like that? Wait, are you…!"

"Artemis, we are NOT spiking Wally's chocolate!"

A/N - It turned kind of random in the end, but at least I got it in on time. Well, I hope you folks are having a wonderful week spending time with your loved ones and very extra special loved one! Happy Valentines' Day!