A/N: I had to do something overly fluffy for this. I really should've used this song for something else, but I didn't. Shame on me. So now I kind of downed myself a song that I really needed, but I'm not going back now. I incorporated too many little lines here and there to switch songs.

Sidenote: This is not at all related to the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the inspiration nor do I own any of the characters.

State of Emergency

I think that this is the first time I've ever been able to really open up. To anyone.

And I never, never in a million years, would've thought I'd be opening up to Wally. Wally Rudolph West. The guy I used to hate. The guy I'm now completely in love with.

Fuck the world.

He's got his arms around me and I'm being curled into his chest tightly. He smells like bacon. It's weird but fitting, and I like the smell of bacon so there's no complaints here. He's got one hand running through my blonde hair that he's pulled out of the usual ponytail. "Artemis," he says quietly.

"Wally." Because I don't know what he wants and the usual response for not knowing what someone wants is just saying their name right back at them like it means something.

I really don't know what the Hell I think I'm doing. I shouldn't be in love. I'm supposed to be killing him. My dad told me to kill him forever ago... I was supposed to put an arrow through his skull and be done with it all... That didn't happen, this did, now I'm in some serious trouble. Where do I start? Man, I screwed up so bad.

"Artemis," he says again, still playing with my hair as he stares out at the water. We're sitting out on the back porch of the headquarters, just the two of us. Megan and Conner left hours ago. Robin's never around because he's got too much homework or he's too busy with the whole Dynamic Duo thing. And Kaldur's in the ocean; there's never a need for him to come back to Mount Justice. Wally's only here when I'm here.

I sigh and reply, "Wally." It's a game we play. No words, just names, back and forth, rally scoring. The less we talk, the more in love we are. The more we talk, the more chances of saying stupid stuff. Like the ninja boyfriend thing in Bialya. Or other stupid stuff.

We really shouldn't be doing this. I should be killing him. Dad's orders are supposed to come before all else. Now isn't the time for getting cozy with my target. I need to leave him. I need to leave the team. His chest is so warm... Just sitting with him is like a piece of Heaven... I shouldn't be doing this. This is so wrong...

I don't know how this happened. Was I seductive? No. Was I trying? No. Apparently, I'm good enough to drive saints to Hell. He used to love Meg, now he's falling over me... Completely falling over me, everything about him, totally in love, you can see it in his eyes; he's screwed because something this good can never last... I'm just screwing him over. I have to let go eventually and get back to the job. I'll have to kill him sooner or later.

But I'd really prefer later.

His hands have moved from my hair to my face and he's tilting my head so I'm staring up into those perfect green eyes, the ones that are supposed to be glazed over and dead. Dammit. And he pulls me closer until our lips touch.

He's supposed to be dead. I'm not supposed to love him. I'm not supposed to care. Why did I start this?

I give into that urge and let him pull me closer so that our bodies are intertwined as one. He keeps kissing me.

He's supposed to be dead, goddamn it.

His lips are soft. He's making sure to pull me close, his hand in the small of my back. I'm not going anywhere. He won't let me, I know. He loves me. This is real love. This is so real that it physically hurts. He keeps kissing me. Love. This is love.

This is what love is.

He's supposed to be dead, dammit.

I'm losing myself. Slowly but surely, I'm losing myself. I'm losing the inner assassin. I'm losing faith. I'm losing heart. I'm falling in love. I'm losing everything that Artemis ever was. I'm someone new now. Someone who needs this team and this love to exist.

I should've killed him the first time.

His other hand is weaving back up into my hair. I feel him trying to slip his tongue into my mouth and I let him. The primal urge is to let him have anything he wants. I have my limits, but that doesn't mean I won't lose myself to him. This is the first time I've ever truly felt love. I love him. Too much.

Now we've hit the point of no return, a state of emergency.

I should've killed him the first time.

A/N: Review?

~Sky

P.S. Yeah, I'll give you my theory from the last chapter.
Just not today.