Snippets. I apologize for not posting up a short oneshot. It's coming soon though.

Ties

With everyone's heads turned against him, Kaldur knows it will be only a matter of time until his plan is launched to start and the team will sever all remaining ties with him. He just hopes that she will never come to that resort.

Distraction

There were just some features of men that women have an undying attraction for. Maybe it was something about the eyes that drive them over the edge. Something about the smile that certain men have too. Many of females were convince it had something to do with the hair. However for Artemis she would have to disagree and say none of the above have much of a strong attraction to her. She preferred the arms. Or rather, Kaldur's.

There was just something about how those pair of jet black ink ran carefully over the atlantean's arms that provided such a distraction. Her eyes would trace over it sometimes when she wasn't aware, and she was always left intrigued.

Stay

When he thinks of Atlantis and his probable return, he always found his mind drifting towards Tula. Her wit, resourcefulness, soft smile and relaxing nature. He wants to just be beside those things again. The dilemma was, when his mind found it's way over to Tula, it would also find Garth, and he knew that he would rather have them together than to have her for himself. Thus, the main reason for returning has diminished and there was not much motive to return to sea.

When he thinks of land, he thinks naturally of his team. Superboy's new found mellowness, Megan's can do attitude, Kid Flash's humor and impulsiveness, Robin's cackle and wordplay. When his mind is linked to his team, it eventually finds it's way toward Artemis. Her cocky smirk, snark, bluntness, mysterious nature, and sarcasm. She amuses him more than he would like to admit.

Perhaps there was a reason to stay. More than one anyway.

New found interest

Artemis didn't want to know anything about anyone nor for them to know anything of her when she first joined the team. She preferred them at a distance, especially Kid mouth.

However, this all changed when she felt Aqualad push her behind him, saving her from an enemy blow with his water bearers. He had just saved her. Someone she barely communicated with was concerned for her safety. Hers. She couldn't believe it herself.

Upon close inspection, she could see up close his gills and tattooed arms. His hands-were they webbed? What was he doing with that water? How was he able to do that? Who was he anyway?

Suddenly she wants to know a little bit more about this strange boy.

Wordless

She didn't need to say a single thing to him when she was distressed. He just knew and commenced to pull her to a close embrace. Just like that. After all, she didn't say a single word against it either.

Breathless

Whether on land or water, the thought of her seemed to leave him a bit breathless. It seems like there just wasn't enough oxygen in air or water.

Keep it

When she entered the pet store, she didn't stray towards the more energetic beings there. Rather, Artemis found herself closer to the fish tank, for she preferred the serenity they bring her by just staring at them. Although her eyes seem to dart toward the more colorful tropic fish, they come to a stand still when she notices a a pitch dark Black Moor over at the corner of the tank, at a distance from the others. She thinks to herself that she will buy that one. It reminds her of someone.

Prayer

It never occurred to him that it will ever come down to this. He had completely cut himself off from Atlantis since the plan between all of them had started. Over the years, his home had become washed out and faded back, nearly forgotten. He swore to not mention anything related to Atlantis, for this extra precaution would make a difference in his father's opinion of him. He kept that oath, driving his mind away from that place and it's customs, focusing solely on the plan. It would not be thought, heard or spoken of. This oath remained unbroken until now.

He was sinking into a mixture or panic and fear. This was not suppose to happen. Henchmen under his orders attacked her. They proved to have done it successfully well, for she laid there, quite still with labored breathing. He had sent the soldiers back underwater of course, so they would not find out about the ruse that was set up. After all, he found himself kneeling close, cradling her head with one hand, clutching her hand with the other. His face was close to hers and he found his mouth issuing an ancient atlantean prayer that was meant to be forgotten. A prayer that was meant for the ill to hear and chanted by fools in panic. The words came rolling out of his tongue quite gracefully and were soft and gentle. When she squeezes his hand tightly and gives a weak smile with tears laced over her face, he knows that she has heard it. For once, he was relieved he kept one thing of Atlantis in the back of his subconscious.