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Apartment number B03.
She couldn't believe she was actually standing there in front of the imposing door with it's violent yellow paint.
Thinking about seeing him.
She'd had two days, two whole days to come down off her pain meds and think clearly enough to talk herself out of this asinine decision. Yet there she stood with her boot tapping into the carpet.
Artemis caught her bottom lip between her teeth, brows furrowing her face into a scowl as her tired gray eyes bore into the loud golden numbers of the apartment.
It wasn't too late to salvage what was left of her dignity. Wouldn't it be simple, the best thing in fact, to knock on his door and leave the cleaned and pressed clothes in a messy heap so she could hightail it out of there without ever speaking a word to Wallace West? She might even deign to leave a little note on the articles, thanking him for his troubles and reassuring him of her satisfactory recovery rate ("P.S. You're stupid for helping me").
As if her body could sense the falsity of that last thought, her wound gave a painful twinge. It was enough to make her suck in a breath of mild discomfort and drop his clothes on floor in her haste to press against it with her palm.
Okay, so maybe her recovery rate was going to take a little longer than Wally's and her mother's abilities combined would have allowed.
This being, of course, because Artemis just had to go and overdo it the night before last. She preferred to blame it on the moon though; it wasn't her fault that she got restless as hell, pumped so full of energy that just begged her to go chasing the moonlight across the rooftops. It wasn't her fault that she had maybe strained herself too much and ripped her healing gunshot wound back open.
The moon was just a controlling bitch.
Paula had rather disagreed with the moon-blaming, at any rate. Artemis had felt like a child again with the stern chiding she received as the strong little woman had caked more of her Wolfsbane remedy on it and tightened the bindings more than necessary.
"Artemis, you have undone that man's good work with your recklessness! You had better show yourself to him now, daughter, it is the least you can do for putting his care to waste! I have already cleaned his things up, they're sitting in your room on the bed. Hold still!"
The blonde groaned at the memory; why oh why had she even told her mother about her possible, maybe, I-don't-know-for-sure-it-was-just-a-half-sleepy-idea plan to return to Wally's apartment?
Because it seemed like a good idea at the time? her brain supplied, and she snorted.
Artemis gazed down at the offending garments, which had fallen out of their neat little pressed square into a heap on the ground.
The damn things reeked of him; that was how she had found her way back to him in the first place. That outrageous smell of laundry detergent and chemicals had led her to this very spot, where the aroma therein became so powerful that it almost gagged her. Without a doubt her senses had been dulled from the pain last time she'd set foot in the place, to not have noticed how overpowering the stench was.
"What does he do, bathe in it?" Artemis cursed quietly to herself, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she bent to retrieve the hoodie and pants. "It's like he's trying to get himself noticed…"
With a scent that potent, it was a miracle he had never gotten picked up before, especially if he hung out near the slums often. The thought unnerved her greatly, but she knew it to be true. It was just another reason that she shouldn't be hanging around here right now.
The mere image of that freckled face lying lifeless on the floor of his own apartment… it made Artemis blanch.
But there's no one following me anymore, dad doesn't even give a fuck about what I do or who I see... There's no reason for Wally West to be hunted down by the pack now.
Artemis had made absolutely certain she wasn't being followed anymore on her way to Wally's apartment. In addition to taking a longer route that looped around a wider section of Gotham to confuse any wolves that might be following her, she had neither seen nor smelled the faintest trace of Cameron and the twins since their confrontation three days ago.
It seemed that Lawrence really had pulled in all of his assets for the home field advantage.
That was hardly an excuse to be reckless, though. Getting this shit over with and leaving as soon as she could would still be doing the both of them a huge favor.
Right?
Sighing at herself, his clothes safely in her hands once more, the blonde set her jaw and rapped her knuckles loudly against the cool surface of the door. Maybe she would get lucky and he wouldn't even answer; it wasn't like she knew his life's schedule. It was seven in the evening and he could very well be at work, or—
Not.
The door remained closed only for a few seconds more. When it swung open a blast of fresh laundry detergent/chemical scent slapped Artemis in the face, making her head spin. Her nostrils flared widely, but she managed to keep herself outwardly composed as Wally West appeared in the doorway.
"Ye—" he started with a pleasant voice. And he looked just the same as her fuzzy memories had filed away.
Freckles on every surface of skin that was bared to her with that baby blue button up with the sleeves rolled to the elbows; unruly red hair sticking whichever way it so pleased, and green eyes. She hadn't really paid much attention to them before, having been struggling just to keep her own eyes open for most of her previous time with him.
They were such green things; intelligent, pleasant, promising, kind.
She liked them. They were very different from hers, which were hard and calculating.
"Artemis?" he asked in disbelief, her name croaking from his lips. His ginger eyebrows looked to be in danger of disappearing clear into his hairline, and his mouth had fallen slightly agape. His hand still rested on the doorknob, clenching there until his knuckles turned white. For a beat he gawked at her, but then she arched one of her delicate brows and he seemed to come to his senses, clearing his throat and dropping his hand to his side. "Artemis."
She smirked despite herself.
"You remembered me. I'm flattered."
"It's, uh, kind of hard to forget carrying a mortally injured woman into your house," Wally said, stepping away from the threshold, rubbing at the back of his neck. He stepped to the side, allowing her a glimpse into his living room, and jabbed a thumb over towards his sofa. "The memory's sorta clinging into my couch."
Her sharp gray eyes could see the faintest trace of her blood absorbed into the otherwise spotless material. The blonde felt an involuntary twinge of guilt within her, her hand subconsciously flying to the re-bandaged portion of skin near her ribs. Wally's quick green eyes didn't fail to notice the movement, much to her chagrin.
"Are you healing okay?" he asked, head tilting in concern. "I didn't really expect you to come back. Did my first aid hold up? I'm not exactly a doctor."
Artemis was confused by the sincerity leaching out of his voice, but she cleared her throat and removed her palm from the spot, standing tall and proud, letting her lip quirk to one side.
"I'm healing just fine," she informed him, one hand resting on her hip. "I mean, I changed it on my own after I borrowed your shower, but… the technique held up well enough. I wouldn't, you know, suggest volunteering at your local hospital, but… it's good."
"Are you sure?" Wally inquired, leaning closer to peer at her. His ginger brows furrowed, creating a prominent wrinkle between them. "You look really tired. Has the pain kept you up?"
Fucking traitorous body of hers had to go and send pain signals to her brain right at that exact moment, forcing her to wince rather noticeably and tug at her side again. She still managed to rasp out "No." to him like she meant it, which must have been what twisted his face into a more unpleasant kind of expression.
He looked a little irritated by her failed attempt at brushing it off. "You should have just let me call an ambulance, you know? Just who are you, anyway?" He demanded mildly.
Artemis scowled, thrusting his clothes forward on an impulse. He went cross-eyed looking down at them, face relaxing into one of surprise. This man was a scientist, as Artemis had found out on his many science awards and plaques throughout the apartment when she had wandered in the nude, which meant he had a naturally dangerous curiosity for questioning pretty much everyone and everything.
And he was about to step into territory that Artemis wasn't keen on discussing with him.
Time to get out of here.
This idiot was really asking for trouble. Literally. He must have been some kind of magnet for it.
It would explain why something had been compelling her feet to stay planted to the ground for this long already.
"I'm none of your business. Look, I just came to return your smelly clothes, which, by the way, my mom took the liberty of cleaning for you. So you're welcome for that," she said crisply, dropping them. The redhead fumbled with a slight yelp, catching them before they could hit the floor at his feet. "Now that I've given them back, I'm leaving. Good-bye."
Artemis turned on her heel with every intention of jogging herself right back down the stairs and never seeing him again. She had returned both his clothes and her bill of good health to him as her mother had wished(as Artemis had wanted to do anyway) and now she would walk out of his life forever before—
"Artemis, wait!" Wally said, dropping his clothes again with a soft thump. Artemis spun around without hesitation, her hair whipping out and catching his freckled cheek. He grunted, rubbing at the skin, backing away because her spontaneous change of direction had caused him to be intruding into her personal space. He frowned. "Wait, I'm sorry. Well, I am, but I'm also not," he emphasized, making a dramatic hand gesture and jutting his bottom lip out angrily, comically. "You really should have just… ugh, nevermind. Just tell me you're not tired because of some kind of residual pain? I could have given you some good pain meds to go if you hadn't left in such a hurry."
Artemis narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
Why did he even care so much? It was stupid, and maddening. No one had ever shown that sort of sincere care towards Artemis in her entire life, save for her mother; and to a much lesser and more subtle extent, her sister. She wasn't even sure how to react to such blatant interest in her well-being, especially from a complete stranger.
It wasn't in the nature of her pack to care that much about one another, not unless it was in their own best interest.
"Uh, why what?"
"Why do you care if I went to the hospital or not? Or whether I've been in pain?"
"You're joking, right?" Wally asked in exasperation, staring at her like she had grown a second head. She stared right back, sizing him up as best she could. Despite her tendency to help humans, the blonde had never had much personal interaction with them aside from her mother.
Maybe this was just a strange human behavior that spanned across the species.
Artemis crossed her arms, thinking, letting her gray eyes alight on his sneakers. She rubbed at her face roughly, aware that there were deep bags beneath her eyes. She hadn't gotten any sleep in the last twenty four hours, so it was no wonder he had noticed her physical fatigue to start with.
She sighed tiredly.
"I'm fine, okay? I just… have these, uh, episodes, sometimes." Oh wow, that was a good lie. Definitely the best she had ever come up with while her brain was running on fumes. Episodes, good god.
She should be walking away right now.
So why wasn't she?
Wally's eyebrows rose. "Episodes? You… mean like seizures, or something?"
"Yeah. Yeah, something like that. I have a um, condition. It's nothing serious, but I have really sleepless nights sometimes. I got used to it."
Please kill me.
"All the more reason you should have gone to the hospital," the scientist said smugly. "What if that shot put stress on your body and—"
"Ugh! Will you drop the hospital thing already!" she growled in frustration. "Look, I… appreciate your interest in my health, but my reasons are my own. I'm good, my wound is healing, and we really need to get back to our own, separate lives now, so if you'll excuse me…"
She turned on her heel, but she didn't move immediately. There was a pause, like she was waiting on something, something she shouldn't be hoping for but was.
"Wait."
Artemis let out an exasperated noise, but turned and crossed her arms none-the-less. "What?"
"Do you want to come in?" he blurted out, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other gesturing into his apartment. "I was about to make myself some burgers when you showed up, and you look like you could use the energy?"
He made it sound like a question.
Artemis found her gaze darting to the floor, her teeth biting into her tender lower lip. Despite the hundreds of red flags and sirens blaring angrily at her in the more rational part of her brain, despite how she had been thinking about nothing but how much she needed to get away from this guy, and no matter how much she knew her presence could potentially be painting a red target on his door in the future...
She couldn't move; didn't want to. Words stuck in her throat as she battled internally with herself.
Because the honest truth was, Artemis wanted to stay.
She wanted to be able to say yes to an offer of food with a strange human that didn't know jack shit about who she was or what her past held or what kind of life she led outside of his apartment complex.
It was a juvenile, tantalizing idea of a relationship she couldn't know would work one way or another, yet that burning desire for it was there, buried however deeply beneath her thoughts of distancing herself from everything Wally West.
It was what had brought her here in the first place if she was honest, it was what was currently anchoring her stubbornly to the threshold of his living room.
He was an idiot, but he could be an idiot escape from a world she wanted nothing more than to leave behind her.
Could it be so wrong of her to want to have one connection to a world she had been taught was beneath her?
You're just as much of an idiot as he is, then, a voice that sounded like Jade chided her in her head. Making friends with some moronic human scientist won't grant you escape, it will only grant swift death for the both of you. Get a grip, baby sister.
Artemis clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists by her sides.
"Okay."
He would be an escape for her, that was all. Risks be damned.
"Really?" Wally asked, a smile forming on his mouth. The brightness of it should have turned her away, but instead it drew her in like a moth to flame, and before she could second-guess herself she was stepping over his threshold as he moved aside to grant her entry. "Great!" he said, closing the door behind them with a click that made her ears twitch. "Food is the best medicine, Artemis."
"Is it?" the blonde asked vaguely, distracted by everything. The room was exactly as she had last seen it; same placements, same pictures and plaques, same discarded pair of sneakers near the coffee table. Same sense that he was a complete and total dork.
The only thing that had changed was a smattering of papers, a laptop, and some books scattered across the surface of said coffee table. Wally noticed her line of sight.
"Work research," he informed her, entirely too happy about it, his freckles spraying upward. Artemis felt her brow crease with intense worry for his sanity.
And her own.
"You seem… oddly happy about that," she mused.
"Science always makes me happy," he answered immediately, waving for her to follow him towards the kitchen. Artemis felt strangely at ease as she walked behind him at a slower pace. Not even a few days ago she had spent a good thirty minutes perusing his place, taking in the sights without a care in the world while he had snored like a bear, sprawled out all over his carpet.
It felt so wrong to be here again, yet each step deeper into his abode made her feel like this was the rightest decision she'd ever made. This could become a place that was all hers; her father, the other werewolves, they wouldn't be able to touch her here. Her worries from earlier were baseless; no werewolves were trailing her, had no need. They were all occupied with matters at home, and she could come and go unnoticed now that the three stooges were no longer tailing her.
This could work.
At least for a little while.
"I can see that," Artemis said, bemused.
A loud growl emanating suddenly from Wally's stomach caught both their attention, causing him to clutch his abdomen and give her a very sheepish smile. Artemis raised her eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, definitely burger time," he insisted, talking into his tiny kitchen. It was a quaint little alcove off from his living room, with a low table and two chairs, and a massive, expensive looking refrigerator that left her gaping.
"You keeping the whole cow in there?"
"Haha, no," Wally said, yanking the impressive freezer open to pull out a pack of pressed meat patties. "I just think my food should have the luxury suite before meeting my stomach acid."
Artemis snorted, rolling her eyes. "How thoughtful of you."
The moment the scientist cut the plastic wrap of the patties with a knife, Artemis could smell the raw meat and blood even in it's processed, frozen state; her mouth watered at the prospect of thawing them and sinking her teeth into them. She hadn't eaten in hours, and now more than ever before she wanted to groan in satisfaction at blood running along her taste buds and into her throat.
Her own stomach rumbled, possibly louder than Wally's had, and he shot her a smug, full toothed grin that had her hackles raising, shooting him a warning glare. He laughed, rummaging in his cabinet for two plates. He heated up two pans and dumped the entire pack of large patties onto the heating surfaces.
"I hope you're okay with beef, I know some people like turkey burgers better," Wally said conversationally, pressing a spatula against the meat.
"I'm definitely okay with beef," the blonde said just a little breathlessly, her nostrils flaring for full intake of the smell. "Beef is good."
Artemis came to stand beside him, watching the ice starting to melt and the smells releasing their full, tantalizing aroma. She kept her eyes trained on the pans, careful not to look at Wally because she was sure her eyes silver and dilated.
"Flip it," she insisted in her husky voice, startling the redhead. Wally frowned.
"I just put them on," he said, and his breath caught lowly when he caught her eyes, which she had given up trying to keep concealed from him in her urgency to get the meat flipped before it could ruin the raw, natural flavor of it.
She hoped his thoughts weren't too wild, hoped he could chalk it up to a trick of the light.
Keep being as careless as this and your little 'retreat from pack society' won't last a moon, the Jade voice hissed at her for a second time.
Artemis feinged a cough, turning her face for a moment and blinking rapidly to try and calm herself.
"Flip it, please," Artemis said more firmly after facing him with (hopfully) normal eyes. Wally hesitated but then obeyed, flipping one of the patties over. Blood was running into the pan, sizzling away, the side unfrozen and deliciously pink, with the barest sear of brown around the edges.
Perfect.
Artemis grabbed one of the plates and held out to him.
"That's great, put it on the plate," she said. Wally looked positively horrified, but he scooped it up and slid it onto her plate with his nose wrinkled very deeply, scrunching up the freckles that sprinkled across his nose. "Thanks."
"You, uh... sure like your meat rare, don't you?" Wally supplied with a light, very concerned laugh. She was aware of him watching her as she moved over to the table, placing the plate down with a soft thunk in front of one of the chairs. "I mean, that's cool and all but... damn, aren't you a little concerned about bacteria?"
"No," she said simply, grabbing a fork from the silverware drawer he pointed her to. "I've never gotten sick, so..."
"Well that doesn't mean it could never happen. E. coli is-"
"It's fine," she rasped, sitting down and proceeding to tear into the large patty. She tried to keep herself as reigned in as possible, but when it came down to it she didn't care if he stared at her like she was crazy, because the blood that gushed onto her tongue made her close her eyes in absolute bliss. She cut off section by section, wolfing it down like it might be the last meal she ever had. And by the time she was done, she was suddenly aware of a powerful burning smell assaulting her nostrils. The blonde glanced up, wiping some residual blood off her plump lips, and saw Wally gaping at her unabashedly. Smoke rose up in furls off of the pan behind his back. "You're burgers are burning."
"Wha—?" Wally asked dumbly. He turned and yelped. Artemis laughed.
"That's what you get for staring, fire head."
"I'm sorry, I just... " his face flushed. "Uh, yeah. So, maybe tell me a bit about yourself, Artemis?" he asked casually, after flipping his burgers over and averting the crisis. Artemis went rigid, and he must have seen it in the way her spine straightened considerably in the chair, because he immediately back pedaled, holding his palms up placatingly. "I mean, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to! I didn't ask you in here to make you feel like you're being, uh, interrogated or anything..." He rubbed the back of his neck.
Small talk. Artemis hadn't considered that social interaction when she'd convinced herself it would be okay to do this. It was a mark of how distant she tended to keep herself from others, but also a reminder of how delicate this situation really was for the both of them.
Artemis Crock was a private person, and spilling even the tiniest details to him sounded about as alluring as a visit to the hospital. One slip up and he would know. One slip up...
She looked down at her empty plate. She was still very hungry, but she was starting to wonder if now would be a good time to excuse herself.
The whole appeal of this place was that he knew nothing about her and that appeal was being jeopardized already.
Her fists clenched in her lap.
"Look, you're obviously a private person," Wally tried, flipping the patties one last time before turning to look at her again. She glanced up at him, trepidation in her furrowed brows, and he plowed on a little faster like he thought it best he get it out quick. "And that's cool, but how about we try this: my favorite colors are yellow and red. I can't even decide between them; it's like mustard and ketchup, ya know? They go so well together." He seemed to get dreamy at the prospect of the two condiments, and on a whim he walked over to his fridge and came back out with two bottles. "Ha, reminded me."
"You're something," Artemis deadpanned.
"Why thank you."
"Green."
"Huh?" Wally asked.
"Green is my favorite color. Like… dark green. Pine green, not that lime, neon crap that makes your eyes bleed."
"Yeah?"
Artemis nodded, and he smiled a bit, turning his back to work on dressing the buns for his burgers. Artemis felt something unfurl slightly in her chest; that wasn't so bad.
It was trivial, even, yet it felt nice to exchange such seemingly useless information with another individual. She could live with sharing a few of her personal quirks with Wally West, just as long as he didn't start sticking his nose into darker territory.
She let her guard lower a bit, but by no means did she let it crumble.
"Now you ask me something. We can totally pass if things get too personal. Deal?" Wally said, at last walking over to settle himself at the table. He held two plates, one held three burgers and the other held two, and he sat down like it was a perfectly normal evening meal. He saw her eyeballing his plates. "I have an insane metabolism, okay?"
"I didn't say anything," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You were thinking it."
"Whatever. And deal," she added, then held out her plate. "If you give me one of your burgers. I'm still starving."
Wally stared at her like she'd just asked him to donate one of his vital internal organs. "Uh, you're joking, right?"
"No."
"Absolutely not!" Wally cried, pulling his plates closer to his body. "I have another pack in the freezer, I'll make you some more, uh, rare ones after a few rounds. How about that?"
"...fine," Artemis relented; only because the prospect of more raw meat was too good to pass up. Otherwise she would have taken serious issues with his greedy tendency and jutted her jaw out stubbornly until he'd relented. "So, Mr. Outrageous Metabolism: how old are you?"
"Ah, curious to see if I'm dateable?" West asked with his mouth, charmingly enough, full of food; there was a smear of ketchup on the corner of his lip. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
She sneered at him, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
"You know, I can walk right out of here."
"Twenty-five," the redhead supplied, swallowing thickly. "And you?"
"Twenty-four," she answered promptly. She pursed her lips, wracking her brains for some sort of question that she herself would have no qualms answering; no matter how much she wanted to ask him why he really stopped to help her, or why he had such a disregard for his own safety, or why he had to take so much interest in stuff that wasn't his business, she knew that the best way to keep things with Wally away from treacherous waters was to ask simple things. "Favorite time of day?"
"Sunrise. I don't know, I just really like the colors… and the quiet. Er, well, as quiet as Gotham can be. I liked sunrises better back in Central," he confessed. Artemis raised her brows.
"You didn't grow up in Gotham?"
"Naw, I grew up in a rural place near Central City," Wally said, chomping down on the last few bites of his burger. Artemis blinked at the empty plates in a lack of comprehension.
"You ate all of those already!?" she exclaimed, eyeing the crumbs. To her shock, the scientist's face turned a light shade of pink beneath her scrutiny.
"Crazy metabolism, okay?" he grumbled, reaching across to grab her own plate as well as his. He carried them back over to the counter and dug another bag of burgers out of his freezer. "You want one or two more bloody slabs of beef?" He grinned.
"Three," she answered without hesitation. She normally wasn't such a hefty eater. She had no reservations or dainty tendencies when it came to her food consumption, but there was something about the full moon's cycle that left her entire body weary and her stomach crying out for constant nourishment. Paula had taken to keeping steaks in abundance in the freezer.
"Right. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you just asked me three questions in a row, Artemis," he said casually, flopping the entire contents of the pre-packaged meat into the pan. "Sooo…
"Just ask," she mused, leaning back in her chair. He laughed lightly, freckled hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck, where she could see the finest curling hairs at the peppered nape.
"Do you like science?" he murmured, and the sizzling of the burgers as he turned them was not nearly enough to fool her keen ears. She smirked, her thoughts once again jumping to some of the documents and posters and plaques she had seen around his house that had easily keyed her into his clearly unhealthy obsession with science.
"As a matter of fact, I do, fire head," she answered, leaning forward to take the plate of very raw patties he brought to her. His own continued to cook at a much slower pace in the pan, which in her opinion only served to ruin the flavor. It wasn't that she hated cooked foods, it was just that they tasted so much better in their more natural state. "I'm particularly interested in Tetragametic chimerism and the study of cross-biological organisms and their implications on underlying biological systems."
The face that Wally gave her after that little tidbit of information was nothing short of nerdy and hysterical. It was like he was simultaneously impressed, shocked, and ecstatic. He laughed, and the sound came out with an excited and high-pitched wheeze at the tail end of it. He dropped his spatula on the counter near the still-cooking food and strode towards her at an alarming pace, making her whole body go into alert mode immediately. She tensed and leaned back marginally in her chair, eyeballing the hand he held out near her face.
It was all she could do not to grab it and twist it behind his back faster than he could blink.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, her hackles raising a bit. Perhaps she was letting herself get too comfortable too fast...
"I'm gonna show you something only a fellow scientist can appreciate."
Artemis wrinkled her nose, scrutinizing his hand. "I'm not a science geek, I just have a strong interest in certain fields of it." The she-wolf persisted, letting her body relax a margin. Wally didn't seem deterred, or even convinced that she wasn't at the same level of science worshipping he was.
Green eyes flicking to her tense posture, he let out a sigh, his face morphing into one of smug superiority as he leaned with one hand on the table. Artemis eyed him.
"Do you like science?" he asked calmly.
"I already told you—!"
"Do you, therefore, like to see science done? In real time?"
"Yes…"
"Do you have any experience in or around laboratories or laboratory equipment? If not, would you be interested in learning?"
"You sound like a goddamn job application. What are you getting at, Wally?" Artemis hissed.
"Answer the questions, my good woman," he said sweetly, not perturbed by her in the least. She rolled her eyes violently.
"Ugh, yes! Yes I would like to be around lab equipment or whatever it is you're asking!"
Just as long as I'm not the one being poked and prodded by said lab equipment… she thought.
Wally West's face split into a wide grin.
"Well then, do I have a surprise for you! Might I direct your attention to the one room in my apartment that I'm pretty sure you didn't snoop in while I was asleep…"