So my laptop crashed last week. I lost everything that I had written in the past six years - all my new stuff, ramblings, half finished chapters and even finished chapters :(.

So, I decided to start fresh, and this came out :).

This is extremely rough and not my best, as I only started and finished this today.

Enjoy and please review :).

P.S - props to the writer who used 'astrous' in a story I read a few weeks ago. I borrowed it.

Tension

'(dis)Astrous'

Artemis rubs her eyes tiredly with her slender hands. The tips of her digits' massage around her sockets in some sort of effort to keep her awake. She'd already had four straight black coffees, so she wasn't in any position to knock back any ideas of keeping her from falling into dreamland in an uncomfortably plastic chair. She'd name dropped so hard to get this private room with its own bathroom and secluded location, and they couldn't even get comfortable chairs.

Her eyes slowly pan over the dark haired teen in the sterile white bed. It makes her stomach churn to him like this. His injuries weren't overly serious, a broken leg and some bruising, but it was enough to put him under and that makes her feel uneasy. She wants to rip that neck brace off of him, but she was told it was just precautionary. She grimaces taking in his face without a mask on. That mask made her feel calm – it made everything feel normal. He just looked so vulnerable, and it wasn't easy for someone who looked up to him and over him, to take in.

The blonde wasn't really one for feeling regret, but after tonight's absolute disaster of a mission, she wishes she'd never agreed to ditch her date night with Netflix for this. It was meant to be a simple steak out in civvies – her, Dick and Roy. But the culprits caught on, there was a chase, it was raining, Dick fell, there were civilians watching and now they were here – in a hospital, in wet clothes, with Dick in a hospital bed, Batman on his way back from a work trip in California.. and Roy - who wasn't present, but he was still a negative in this equation. She shouldn't have taken the mission solely because of Roy. She hates him, even more so now considering what happened a few weeks ago. It makes her shudder just thinking about it. But the black haired teen seduced her with compliments. "You're the second best at hand to hand combat, Artemis, hands down" – which wasn't a lie, she knew she was good. Plus, he knew how much she loved steak outs, nine times out of ten it would lead to catching a criminal red handed, and he played on that.

The half Viet takes a glance the clock on the wall opposite. 5.50am. She's starting to wonder if Roy will ever going to return. He volunteered to venture out and bring back some fresh clothes from his apartment, which was apparently, conveniently a few blocks away. The aloof red head said it was coincidental, but they all knew the he loved solo missions and often appeared in the cave with fresh injuries.

She mumbles a swear word out loud to herself. She already had to deal with an interrogation from the hospital staff as to why the adopted son of a billionaire playboy was hanging out with two plebs at one in the morning. Now she was going to have to deal with the Bats, but at least she could tell him the truth – she had to tell the nurse that Dick was drunk and that they were all going home together. By the way the nurse looked at the blonde, she probably thought they were all going back to the Wayne mansion to do drugs and have an orgy. She couldn't blame the nurse, she kind of did look like a junkie right now. She pulls an apathetic look before her head falls into her cupped hands.

She can feel her almost dried mop of hair pooling over her head and onto the floor. She wished her clothes were as dry as her hair.

She hears the twist of the door knob and she immediately flicks her hair back over her head, resting her chin against the palms of her hands.

It's the older red head who she had been expecting for over 20 minutes. There's a thick white plastic bag in his hand. He kicks off his shoes as he enters and slicks back his freshly soaked mop back out of his face. He's saturated, his charcoal tee glued to his athletic frame. He reaches for the crisp towel conveniently placed on Dick's portable bedside table next to a jug of water and few cups. The blonde watches as drops of water spit from him and onto the floor.

"Still pouring?" She questions quietly, as he lightly shuts the door behind him.

He nods, dropping the towel on the floor and stands on top of it. He digs through the plastic bag he brought in with him, pulling out his supply of dry clothes. "Has he woken up?"

She shakes her head and his eyes glaze over for a second, pensive. A moment later he's back to reality, sticking his arm out, plastic bag still in hand and motions that it's for her. She gets to her feet and graciously accepts the plastic bag from him. "There's a pair of trackies, a tee and some socks."

She nods, cautious of his suddenly calm behavior. "Thanks," she mumbles, a little distracted by the contents in the bag.

The blonde turns gradually, confused at the thought of him having women's clothes just lying around at his apartment. She wonders what else he was hoarding at his apartment as she heads straight for the small bathroom off to the right. She steps into the small space and kicks the door shut behind her with the sole of her bare foot. She has a quick thought to lock the door, but decides against it. He wouldn't try it again, especially with a member of the team within such close proximity. Would he?

She shakes her head, dropping the bag to the floor and goes for the wet tee she's wearing. She strips her top off quickly and it flops to the ground in a wet mess, followed by her drenched bra. She quickly reaches for a towel hanging off a rack beside her on the wall. Lazily she wraps the dry hardened towel around her top half before her hands go for her jeans. She quickly flicks the button open and jerks down her zip. She tries to yank her jeans down the same way she jerked the zip, but the denim fabric is glued to her. Her brow furrows as she uses all her strength to push the denim past her knees. Her face looks relieved as there's more leverage between her skin and the fabric now. She peels the rest of her jeans off and adds them to her water-logged pile of clothes.

She grips the edges of her underwear. She pauses. Should she really take these off? They were soaked, and she wasn't just about to sit around in wet underwear for another five hours. Without second guessing herself, she yanks them off too, finishing off her drenched pile.

She drops the hard feeling towel to her lower half, wrapping it tightly around her waist. She reaches for the fresh white tee in the plastic bag beside her. She throws it over her head and pulls in on swiftly. The towel drops from her waist and onto the floor before she goes for the black trackies. She shoves one foot through a cuff, followed closely by the other. As she pulls the waist band up to her hips, she can't help but notice how well the bottoms fit. The top was a little bit big, but she was kind of the opposite of well-endowed. The thought of Roy having woman stay over regularly was foreign to Artemis, but it made her curious nonetheless.

She can here Roy's voice mumbling quietly out the door. She frowns, unsure of what she's hearing. She hears another muffled voice and decides to investigate. She kicks her wet clothes into the corner, along with the plastic bag still containing the socks. She turns, gripping the handle. She yanks the door open and she sees Roy at Dick's bedside. The red headed man looks at her, a small smile on his lips. His attention goes back to the teen before him. Her eyes widen and she bolts to the bed on the opposite side of Roy.

The dark haired teen is awake and blinking, his blue eyes subdued and sleepy. "Artemis?" his voice is rough.

The blonde grabs his hand. "How you feelin'?" she questions softly.

The youngest teen smiles a little. "Astrous."

The green archer chuckles a little. "I thought so," she murmurs.

The smile stays on Dicks face. "What's the damage?" he mumbles, blinking several times.

"You've broken a leg," Roy begins, stealing his attention, "no biggie," the red head jokes with a classic Roy, sly smile.

Dick lets out a half-hearted scoff. "Great," he mutters sarcastically. "Can I have some water, please?" he adds quickly but almost inaudibly as he closes his eyes.

Artemis turns around, going for his portable bedside table. She grabs the clear plastic jug with one hand while the other tugs off the cap easily. She replaces the cap in her hand with a cup. As she attempts to pour the clear liquid into the cup, she realizes how shaky her hands are. Maybe four cups of coffee was a bad idea. The younger archer changes her mind, quickly putting the cup back on the table and uses two hands to pour.

"Artemis," the older archer calls softly. She turns with the jug still in her hands and eyebrows raised. "Don't worry," he chuckles a little, "he's out."

The half Vietnamese's expression melts into a half smile. She hadn't noticed until then, but Roy was shirtless. She turns back around and puts down the jug back in it's respective spot. The dark eyed teen turns back to face the older blue eyed teen. He's reaching for his shirt. She presumes Dick caught him amidst changing. His muscles pull taught underneath his skin and she's suddenly transfixed. His arms poke through the holes in his shirt and she can see his lean muscles rippling in effect. Her mouth parts as her eyes rise to meet his. He pauses, his arms still poking through his sleeves and the rest of his torso still exposed.

The older archers' eyes drop to her chest. She looks down and her expression fades from her features. The tee he gave her is transparent. She swallows. Her head stays low. She can't believe she didn't notice that before. Did he do that deliberately? Something in her gut churns and she realizes she needs to leave. Now. She turns quickly, avoiding his eye. She's a meter or two from the door and she's free. Her breath quickens as the gap closes. Relief flushes over her as she takes another step closer. Then, as it's as if slow motion hits. She can see her hand reaching for the door and she's so damn close.

The blonde grips the handle as tight as she can, but she's too late. She can feel him behind her and his calloused hand lands on top of hers. She has no idea what to do. Her breath is caught in her throat. She can feel herself descending into the same state as last time. It's all just instinct, making her feel like some sort of base human being. She closes her eyes, trying to pull herself together. Her mind freezes and all she can here is the beep of Dick's machine and the calm breath of the red head behind her.

She lets go.

She turns, leaning her back against the door. Her expression turns sultry as she watches him look her up and down. Their eyes meet, his eyes squint a little, a subtle smile playing on his thick lips. She knows he has her. His hand gingerly touches her waist and slides down into the curve of her back. She pulls herself into him, his hand slides deeper down her back.

The dark eyed teen pushes herself off of the door and he steps backwards, as if he's teasing her. Her hands touch the soft skin surrounding his abs. He slows down his steps, coming to a halt. His hand falls from her back but his eyes stay stuck on her. He leans in and her mouth parts. Two rough hands touch her cheeks lightly.

He presses his lips to hers. His kiss is soft this time. Slow and passionate. It's like he's getting to know every inch of her mouth. His tongue glides in and out of her mouth in the most unusual way, and it makes her weak at the knees. Her weight shifts forward and he pulls back, breaking the kiss. She tries to swallow back her ragged breath, but it continues to exit out of her at rapid speed.

Roy smiles the most incredible smile and she can feel herself tingling.

The red head steps closer to her again, the smile fading. His blue eyes are serious now as his hands goes underneath her tee. His hands slide over her supple skin, back down the curve of her back and into her pants. He gently clutches her behind and she's feels the tingling sensation increase.

Something inside of the younger archer releases and her hands push him back. He stumbles back, breaking their contact. A smirk decorates his lips as she steps forward. She pushes him again, and he steps back a couple – aware there's a row of those plastic chairs behind. He gets the hint, and slowly collapses into one of them. She licks her lips and she's suddenly leaning over him, tits square in his face. However, he's still looking into her eyes, the stifling look in his eyes an understatement.

The older archer leans back against the wall. She taunts a little as she leans forward. Her left knee slides between his thighs, resting on the seat and pressing delicately against his groin. The nape of her neck is in his face, the beautiful woody sent of hers hitting his nostrils. His eyes trace the line of her collar bone and he's done toying around.

Slowly the red head leans forward and rises to his feet. She follows his que, stepping back. She doesn't lose power in the change of height, he just rises to her level. His hands press against the bones of her hips, guiding her to wall beside them. She presses her back to the wall and his hands snake up the curves and dents of his chiseled stomach. His hands cup her tits, massaging them in alternating circles. Her hands wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to her. She can feel his hard groin pressing against hers. She sucks in a sharp breath and closes her eyes. Her head falls back against the wall, focusing on the pleasure.

His lips are now on her neck and her breathing starts. It was getting hot and heavy really quick. She snapped her head forward, her dark eyes open and ready. He continued to kiss her neck, making his way over her jaw line. Her hands go for his pants, fiddling with the button. She scratches to get her hands on that zip, but he jerks her sideways with strength she didn't even know he had. Her hands lose their way and she finds herself in the door frame to the bathroom. He stops kissing her for a moment, spotting the sink behind her. She takes the moment, returning the favour by littering kisses across his collar bone.

She catches a glimpse of a smile on his face and its infectious. She's grinning as she's kissing him, realizing she hasn't felt this free in such a long time. His hands scooch over her behind again and their eyes lock. His eyes are wide and lustful, but questioning – and she knows.

She nods slowly.

His grip slides over her behind and slithers underneath, his fingers right beside her opening. He hoists her into the air, pulling her against him, their groins almost touching. He launches forward, aiming for the sink, but he loses his footing.

He slips backwards and this time, it all happens too fast.

Roy falls backwards, the back of his head cracking painfully against door frame before his body rebounds and slumps to the left of the frame. She finds herself on her behind, legs tangled with his and shooting pains radiating up her back. She herself, only narrowly missed the wall and sink behind her.

She looks bewildered, completely unsure of what just happened – and then she feels it. She can feel water soaking through the fabric of her pants. Her eyes widen. Her wet clothes must have left residue on the floor. She slaps a hand to her forehead and she feels her gut churn in fear. Her eyes immediately look at the limp red head. His rising and falling chest gives her some relief. She clumsily untangles herself from the red heads legs and crawls over his body.

He's out cold.

Her eyes search his face frantically, hoping for kind of movement. "Roy," she calls, her voice quivering.

Her hands grip his face tightly. "Roy!" she pleas this time, the anxiety in her voice palpable.

Her breathing picks up and she's finding it hard to keep it under control. Her hand delicately slips behind his head and through his saturated mane. She knows full well that it won't help, but her mind is swimming and she can't pull herself together. Her face turns blank as her hand retreats back to her. Crimson liquid covers her fingers. Blood.

The door to the room swings open. "He's right in here Mr. Queen, along with your son and-" the feminine voice pauses, "oh, they were here.. only half an hour ago."

She feels nauseous, like she's literally about to throw up. She can't believe this is happening. She looks terrified as the nurse and Oliver come into view, their attention on the teen tucked neatly into the hospital bed. The short red headed nurse turns, confusion all over her features, but it's instantly wiped when she sees the blonde.

"Oh my god," tumbles from the nurse's mouth.

The older blonde man turns to follow the nurses line of sight. His jaw drops. "Artemis?"