FudoTwin17: Hey, guys. It's been a rough day and I've only been up since about six (It's six forty-one). In my school, the drama department doesn't matter. If there's a day where school is canceled, we don't do the play or musical the next day. We just don't do it. And today there has been major flooding around my area. Today, we were supposed to do an in-school performance and the closing night one, but since we don't have school, we may not have either. My mom thinks that we'll still be able to do it Monday, but I'm not so sure. Our school doesn't care much about the drama department. Okay, I've ranted enough. I don't own Young Justice.

Addiction

When Dick knocked on the door, there was no reply. It didn't shock him. Roy, on certain occasion, didn't open the door. Most of the time, that meant that he was asleep, was with Jade, or . . . or involved with other activities.

Like usual when this happened, Dick just pulled a pick from his "pocket" (It was really from his belt, but no one could see that) and knelt down. This was getting to be a pain. He had to do it every single time he came to Star City. With a satisfying click, the door slid open silently, just how the boy wonder liked it.

But he made sure to close the door just after entering.

He looked in the bedroom, living room, the kitchen, and the spare room. He wasn't there.

So, slightly disappointed, he made his way to the tiny apartment bathroom. That was where Roy was. The red head was leaned up against the wall, next to the toilet. His dark, brooding eyes were shut tight. His visible skin was beaded with sweat. One leg was straight while the other one was bent so that one of his limp arms rest on it. His other arm rested on the toilet. On the floor in front of him was a needle filled with heroin.

Dick sighed, slowly making his way over.

He reached out a hand to touch Roy's shivering form. His skin was hot to the touch.

Feeling the younger male's presence, Roy opened his eyes. He gave a weak smile with his dazed eyes. "Hey, Dicky-Bird."

Dick made a face. "You know, you really need to stop this."

"Yeah." Roy muttered softly, knowingly, his eyes moving to the needle.

Sighing, Dick moved to Roy's side. Putting Roy's arm over his shoulder, Dick hoisted him up, making sure to keep a tight grip on both his wrist and his side. Roy slumped over, leaning on the small bird for support. It took a minute, but soon Roy had been placed on his bed with Dick standing over him, holding a damp cloth to the other boy's face.

"I wasn't kidding." Dick stated.

Roy nodded mutely.

"Why did you start?" Dick asked quietly. He had his own suspicions, but he wanted to be sure.

Roy let his tired eyes open, wincing. "I'm trying to detox."

Dick nodded. "That's good, but you need help." He gave him a look saying that he wanted the real answer.

Roy just sighed. "With Queen acting like a complete idiot and the League keeping secrets from us, I was just so angry. I wanted to do anything to get back at them. Anything. And then I came across a druggie. He was selling and I just kept thinking that Queen would never let me do this. Not in a million years." He sighed. "Then we found out I was a clone. A clone." He looked up at Robin, pain in his eyes. "All this time that I thought Artemis was the replacement, I really was. And because of me the real Roy may never be found. I couldn't take the pressure and the habit just got worse and worse." Roy let his eyes stare blankly at the ceiling, unable to look Dick in the eye.

It was easy to look at Robin. He had the mask. He was cocky. He was a laugh-it-off sort of guy.

But Dick was an entirely different story. His eyes could convey sadness, pain, and so much loss. It was horrible to admit things to Dick, because he took them to heart and forgave everyone. It was the most guilty thing in the world.

Dick's dark blue eyes, though, were dark. They were understanding and compassionate. He was willing to help his friend. This was a time of need and friends didn't give up on their friends. Never in a billion years.

"You don't have to detox alone." Dick said.

Roy smiled at the kid. "I'm not. You're here aren't you?"

Dick nodded. "But that isn't what I meant. You need professional help."

A look of horror passed through Roy's eyes. "I can't. Can you imagine what the press will say? They'll ruin Ollie!"

Dick frowned, concentrating on how he could do this. "Then we'll check you in elsewhere under a fake name. Trust me. It'll work."

The look on Roy's face wasn't a happy one. He didn't want to do it. He was so scared. The press, the League, Ollie . . . .

"I can't." He couldn't be ashamed in front of Dick when his voice broke. After all, he was a broken man. A scared one. An addicted one.

"Fine. I'll research and see how this works. If I help you, though, you have to promise me something." Dick stated, eyes sparkling with passion.

Roy nodded. "Anything." And he meant it. This boy had saved him so many times. He risked his life for Roy on a weekly basis. He'd been through thick and thin with Roy. And, even after he found out Roy was really a clone of his actual friend, he refused to give up on him. And now he was letting helping him with the greatest thing imaginable: himself.

"You have to promise to start rebuilding relationships. Dinah, Artemis, Wally . . . Ollie . . . . The whole nine yards." He stated.

Roy bit his lip. "Okay." He sighed. "But can we keep this between ourselves? I just . . . I couldn't stand the pitying looks." He stated.

The ebony nodded. "I swear."

Roy sighed a breath of relief. Even though he felt pretty bad, this was helpful. No matter how clammy and hot he felt, it was so much easier knowing the little bird was on his side. So much easier. Maybe he would be okay. Maybe the kid would get him through it.

He would be okay. He could see it in the hopeful skies of dark blue that he found himself staring into.

FudoTwin17: Well, I hope you liked it. No flamers. I'll start crying again. Bye.s