A/N: Request from candi711 for Green Arrow and Artemis Family/Hurt/Comfort theme.

Feel free to make request of your own. I have one more that I have to write, and I'll try to get it done as soon as possible (magic1034)

Plot: GA and his "protégée" Artemis are out on a simple take-down mission involving Icicle Jr. But Artemis may have gone a little far to take him down. (Implied Spitfire… if you squint)

Theme: Family/Friendship, Hurt/Comfort

Artemis notched one of her newest arrows in her bow and aimed it at Icicle Jr.* Ollie stood on the other building across the street, though which arrow he was using was oblivious to her.

Junior grinned back at her, winking over his shoulder, and grabbed his chance at escapable by icing the fire escape (ah, the irony) and sliding down the railing.

Green Arrow replaced his current arrow with another, and shot it at the end of the railing, causing a miniature, contained explosion that contained a major portion of it and scorched the wall of the building. GA shot another arrow above it, a grappling arrow, and slid down to join Artemis and Junior.

"I'm getting too old for this," he grunted at his protégée, who proceeded to hit Cameron with the end of her bow in the gut. "Seriously kid, how many times do we have to fight you?" He asked earnestly while standing behind Artemis and notching his bow, but the sidekick continued hand to hand combat with the boy. Green Arrow sighed and lowered his bow, allowing the teenage girl to lash out.**

When the girl had finally finished, and Icicle lay on the ground unconscious with a bloody nose (who knew Cyrokinetics bled red blood?) and possibly a few broken ribs, Ollie touched Artemis' shoulder wearily and smiled sheepishly.

"Boy troubles?" He joked, but Artemis shrugged off his touch.

"Not in the mood, GA," she barked as she stalked off.

Oliver followed after. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" The younger only grumbled in response.

"Does this have anything to do with your new school? Is it becoming too hard for you to keep up with all of your responsi-"

"School is not the problem, Mr. Queen."

Oliver sighed. "I've told you time and time again, Artemis. You can call me Ollie. If you're supposed to be my… sidekick, for lack of better term- you shouldn't have to be so formal with me."

Artemis just shrugged her shoulders in response, and continued to lead the way back to "Arrowcar" and the deemed "Arrowcave." Artemis still scoffed at the idea, believing them to be some form of Batman knock-off.~

Hoping in the passenger seat of the car, and GA sliding into the driver's seat, they made their way North back towards the Arrowcave.

Oliver glanced back over at Artemis during the ride, who sat in stony silence staring out the window. "Are you sure nothing's wrong, Artemis?"

"I said I was fine, Mr… Ollie," she amended with a sheepish smile. Old habits die hard.

"By the way you took down Icicle Junior back there, I'd say you weren't."

Artemis sighed. "Okay, so I'm not exactly feeling the aster." She ignored Ollie's confused look. "I'm getting a little worn down, as you might have guessed, and then with Junior being flirtatious back there was like waving a red flag in front of a bull."

GA's brow furrowed in confusion as he looked ahead at the street. "But why would his flirting get to- ah."

Artemis scowled. "Yeah."

An uncomfortable silence wedged between them, and Ollie squirmed, desperate to find something to say to the teenager beside him. "Artemis…" he started, but shook his sentence out of his head before starting again. "Maybe taking out your frustrations on Junior back there may have been a little excessive." Artemis only shrugged her answer. "Heroes aren't supposed to let their personal lives interfere with their work. Now there's not a whole lot more we can do about what just happened, but we ought to avoid it in the future."

Artemis stared at the bow in her hands. "I guess."

Ollie sighed. This would be so much easier if Bruce hadn't corrupted the kids.

"Well, if you need any help or advice, you can always come to me."

Artemis only nodded. Ollie pulled the Arrowcar into the Arrowcave.

"Or if you ever feel the need to start launching volleys of Arrows, you could come to Central City and I could help you set up some target practice."

Artemis looked at GA as they stepped out of the car and Artemis walked over to the Zeta-tube to go to Gotham. Waving over her shoulder she calls, "Thanks, Ollie."

She's not open or friendly about anything. Not yet.

But she's getting there.

*After being released from prison/or being put on parole. Figured might as well throw Junior in, for old DC comics' sake

**Sorry, but in my mind, Artemis and Roy are better archers than Ollie. (Roy grew up since the age of two with a bow in his hands with Indians, after his father died in a wildfire; Artemis was raised by Sportsmaster, 'nuff said. Ollie, on the other hand, started shooting as a child but lost his parents when he hesitated to shoot lions and didn't shoot a bow until he was shipwrecked on an island) And before you ask, he didn't want to hit Artie with the arrow, so he didn't shoot.

~ They so were :)