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Locks, Lies and Chicken Whizees

Young Justice HQ
September 20th 2013 17:00EDT

Artemis had been in the hospital two whole weeks before the doctors announced that Emilia was now healthy enough to go home, and Artemis had been home with the red headed girl for six days. Bart had visited quiet often during the, almost, three weeks that Emilia had been alive. He loved to coo at the red headed baby who had blonde hair mixed in with the blazing red, he loved the little freckles already covering her pale skin and the bright gray eyes that complemented her red hair. Bart even kept a small picture of her with him at all times, one even hung by his bed on his newly decorated wall.

Speaking of which, Jaime was now on his wall again. Sure Bart had been angered before, sure he had shredded the pictures, but he couldn't hold a grudge against the Hispanic boy, and neither could the Hispanic against the scarlet speedster.

After a few days of ignoring each other and putting up new pictures to replace the old ones, Jaime confronted the speedster. Apologizing, taking him out to ice cream, no Cassie. The day had gone completely right and they had mended their friendship, thus leading Bart to claim more Chicken Whizees from Jaime's bedroom.

Which then led to the problem at hand.

Bart had been craving Chicken Whizees all day and Jaime still wasn't home to give him some. Finally waiting long enough, Bart vibrated through Jaime's door and wondered around in the Hispanics bedroom. The covers were a pale sky blue, the walls a dark green and the carpet a pale white, a brown dresser sat directly across from the bed, two brown nightstands resting on either side of the bed, the door into the bathroom was white and opened to show off the dark green walls and cold white marble floor.

Bart wondered around the room, spotting a few framed pictures of Cassie here and there along with pictures of his family, of the team and a few of them hanging out. Bart finally spotted the drawer where Jaime kept a stash of Chicken Whizees and pulled it open, only to find it empty. After a long and dramatic sigh he grumbled to himself before shoving Jaime's bed to the far wall and feeling around the floor until he found the little pull up door, finding it locked he grumbled and vibrated his hand through the floor, he reached for a bag and felt some papers down there as well. His curiosity getting the better of him, Bart pulled them up along with the bag of chips. It turned out to be a thick vanilla folder.

Labeled Cassie.

With a grin, Bart popped it open and spotted some notes from Cassie, nothing out of the usual, just a few love letters, letters about how much she missed him, a few drawings from Cassie, a few drawings in the rough draft stage for Cassie and then…

Bart flushed a furious red as he spotted the pictures of Cassie…a bit inappropriate. Slapping the folder shut, Bart panted a bit flushed before putting the folder back where he found it, pushing the bed back to its place he fumbled with the bag of chips before speeding through the door and away from Jaime's room, feeling more than a little mortified.

Bart had finished the bag a little reluctantly, and remained sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for Cassie and Jaime to arrive. He had even passed off the offer to go to the arcade with Cissie just to confront Jaime about what he had found. After all, Jaime had promised he'd go slow with Cassie.

Finally after about an hour of waiting, Jaime came home, Cassie nowhere in sight. "Where's –uh– Cassie?" Bart questioned.

"Went on a mission with Wonder Woman, why?" Jaime questioned as he headed to the kitchen.

"Um, no reason." Bart muttered as he followed Jaime into the kitchen. "But um…remember how you said you would be going slow with Cassie in this relationship? Especially since it's only been like about…a month ten days and a couple of hours." Bart pointed out to a slightly uncomfortable Jaime.

"Well we are going slow." Jaime snapped.

"Are you sure about that?"

"What are you getting at hesse?" Jaime narrowed his eyes at Bart who shrugged it off.

"Nothing, nothing at all…except those inappropriate pictures of Cassie! Not crash dude! Howcouldyoulietomyfaceliketh at?" Bart snapped with a glare at a shocked Jaime.

"You went through my room?!" Jaime stormed over to Bart who seemed to be just as angry.

"You promised!" Bart snapped.

"It's my life hermano!" Jaime shoved Bart backwards but Bart stumbled before stopping.

"Just when I thought we were friends again! I hate you! Hair-man-oh!" Bart stormed out of the room and headed for the exit before it flew open to reveal Cissie.

"Hey Bart-" Bart stormed right past her and away from the warehouse, a confused Cissie looking at an angered Jaime. "What happened?" Jaime huffed at her question before storming away himself.

Outside El Paso
September 20th 20:30EDT

It had taken Jaime a while to work up the courage to apologize to Bart, for what seemed like the millionth time since the whole Invasion had ended.

Bart on the other hand had made a quick bee line to the large desert outside of El Paso, he had quickly taken to creating 'master pieces' made out of pebbles and creating illusions only visible from the sky. He had created, taken apart, redone and been disappointed more times than he could count on both hands.

He couldn't quiet decide whether he should leave the pebbles in a form that showed off his leg muscles or in a way that showed off his arms, but either way he had redone it several times.

"Bart?" said person groaned at the tone of the person.

"What do you want Blue?" Bart snapped, more venom in his words than he had intended for there to be.

"I…wanted to apologize, hermano."

"I'm not your brother Jaime." Bart sighed, glancing at the boy clad in blue, pain evident in his green eyes. Jaime frowned at this.

"I wasn't being literal." Jaime pointed out.

"Not even as a figure of speech dude, this isn't crash anymore." Bart looked away, more than a little hurt.

"What do you mean hesse?" Jaime questioned, the shopping bag in hand hiding behind his back.

"I think we need to cut it out, we fight like a married couple." Bart chuckled dryly. "We can't seem to go a week without being at each other's throats anymore, dude it's not crash at all."

"Then let's stop fighting." Jaime snapped determined to make things right yet again.

"How long is it gonna be this time before we fight again? I give it three days." Bart scuffed before turning to run.

"At least take the Chicken Whizees…it's my way of apologizing for the lies…and lock on my stash." Jaime shrugged as he held out the large shopping bag filled with smaller bags of Chicken Whizees. Bart eyed the bag, contemplating whether he should take the peace offering or not.

"Are you gonna actually try and not fight with me this time?" Bart questioned, his eyes drifting to the Hispanics face, which was now revealed. Jaime quickly nodded.

"No more fighting! Cross my heart and hope to die, amigo." Jaime grinned, the bag still held in his outstretched hand.

"Crash." Bart grinned before taking the bag and taking off, not leaving a single bag for Jaime.

"Typical Bart." Jaime chuckled before pulling the suit fully on and heading back to town and home.

Okay guys it's a bit short but I thought I should make up for the lack of Jaime/Bart interactions…so this came up from the original outline…and ended up nothing like I had planned…um…um…yeah…

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