Author's Note: A fic composed of drabbles surrounding Oliver Queen's Rules of Dating. Enjoy (:

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Oliver Queen's Golden Rules of Dating

Rule One: Don't crash the car.

"Jade I really think that you should—"

"Relax, Red. I'm going to get us there in half the time it normally takes."

"That's what I'm worrying abo—Whoa! Watch where you're going!"

"We're fine, Red. Jeez you need to manage your stress a little bit better."

"…are you serious? You almost hit—"

"But I didn't—"

"—the other car and that—"

"—shit."

"—I spoke too soon didn't I?"

"…"

Rule Two: Don't bring her here.

Jade's breath is hot on his neck and her nails are digging into his shoulder so hard that he thinks she might break skin; in fact he's sort of hoping she breaks skin. In return he slides his hands down her backside and squeezes her hips firmly, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her soft, supple flesh beneath his rough hands.

"This is really stupid," she gasps, pushing her ass back into his hands before starting to nibble on his neck.

"I know," he mutters and silences her with a kiss.

He doesn't want to think about the fact that Ollie and Dinah are sleeping in the next room over and that any moment they could walk in and—oh.

Roy's train of thought stops when Cheshire reaches her hand into his pants.

Rule Three: Don't knock her up.

Roy can tell from the look on Jade's face that they are so, so fucked it's not even close to being funny. Her eyes are lackluster, her hands are shaking and her whole frame seems to curl in on itself as she passes by him and sits on the sofa. There's no cocky smirk, no sassy remark, there's nothing that even resembles the Jade Nguyen he knows and loves.

"Jade?" He moves to sit down next to her and watches as lets out a shaky breath and puts her face in her hands. He slides his hand to rest on her thigh and he squeezes it gently, hoping to calm her some. "What's wrong?"

"We're fucked, that's what's wrong," Jade says quietly and he furrows his eyebrows. How bad could it really be?

"You wanna explain what you mean by that?" he asks.

"Well Roy," Jade says, her tone black, "you fucked me and now we're fucked because I'm pregnant."

Roy's concerned expression transforms into one of complete shock. Pregnant. Knocked up. With child. It had to be some sort of joke, but as he examines the look on Jade's face again, he knows that she's one hundred percent serious.

Of all the rules Roy had broken for Jade, he had never even considered that they might break this one.

But Jade's still sitting there, shaking and he realizes that she's the one who's actually knocked up, not him. So he pulls her onto his lap, wraps his arms around her and lays his head on top of hers.

"We're fucked," Roy agrees, holding her tightly in his arms to let her know that it's okay.