Chapter 1

I own what you don't recognize, so basically most of the plot. Everything else belongs to its respective creators!

A/N: Diggle became Spartan while Roy was still around, no mirakuru, no Slade (yet). Obviously, Flash, and GA never existed for the young justice team in this story. Nobody was aware of Impulse's ancestry. Martian Manhunter never existed on Young Justice's earth. Super man didn't. I'm not including extended team from invasion, that's too much to keep track of. Dinah was part of the team, and was the oldest. M'gann was the last of the Martians, like J'onn. Conner is fully Kryptonian. Spitfire, supermartian, westallen.

Crash!

"Oliver, are you alright?" Felicity asked. She was at the base, and Oliver and Diggle were out on patrol.

"Just fine." Came Oliver's voice.

"You sound like you're in pain." Felicity noted.

"Just fine." Oliver said again.

"Diggle?" Felicity asked.

"A few shards of glass are embedded in his back. Possible stitches. I got the rest of them by the way. We'll be there soon."

"I'll get medical supplies ready." Felicity said, standing up.

"It's only a few scratches, I'm fine." Oliver protested.

"Your definition of fine is not the actual meaning man." Diggle told him.

"Just get over here." Felicity said with a sigh.

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"This is not a scratch." Felicity chided. "The glass is imbedded at least an inch into your back."

"Anything else tonight?" Oliver asked.

"Nothing else came up, and we all need some sleep." Felicity responded, finishing the final stitch.

"I thought the tradition was to stay up until midnight? It's New Year's eve after all." Diggle asked. Felicity cursed under her breath. She was hoping this wouldn't come up. Felicity's name wasn't actually Felicity Smoak, it was Artemis Crock. After Wally's death, she had retired from the superhero life. There was no Artemis without Wally. Four years later, she was living in Star City and helping vigilantes. So, no change, just a different crime ridden city and she was helping from behind a set of computers instead of being in the field.

"Felicity's right. We need some rest." Roy said, from where he'd been working silently the whole time. This Roy was the original, and after Wally's death he and Artemis had grown closer. Artemis nodded her thanks to him. He knew how much she wanted to be alone right now. Midnight on New Years was the first time she and Wally had kissed. It and the day he disappeared were always the most painful. Not that other days weren't painful, she still missed him with all her heart. But, she could move past the pain now. It still popped up at times, like when she saw something that reminded her of Wally, or when she went to sleep at night in a cold, empty bed. But she was good now. She had a new life, with new friends that didn't know about Wally and how heartbroken she'd been (besides Dinah and Roy).

"It's only five more minutes." Diggle said. "Just for the fun of it."

"You can if you want to." Artemis said. "I'm going home." She picked up her coat and stood up to leave.

"Felicity!" Oliver called after her. She turned.

"What?" she asked. Not snappily or rudely, just tiredly like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, and he had just asked her to carry another.

"Are you ok?" Diggle asked.

"Yeah, just a lot on my mind." Artemis said.

"You can tell us if you need to." Diggle said, gesturing to the rest of the team. Roy looked uncomfortable, as by acting like he had no clue what was wrong was basically lying to the team.

Artemis checked her watch, and saw it click to midnight. Suddenly she was back with Wally in space.

"I should have done this a long time ago." he told her as he kissed her. She didn't pull away, she let him and kissed him back.

"Felicity?" Oliver asked, and she snapped out of it.

"Ok, it's midnight, see you guys." she said quietly and walked out.

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As Artemis walked out of the underground room, she looked around and watched the snow come down. It looked to beautiful. To perfect. "How can something still look so beautiful when I'm mourning you Wally." she murmured to nobody.

"Felicity!" she heard Oliver call. Couldn't he just leave her alone? She ran around the building, towards the gate at the front. Suddenly she felt a high concentration of static electricity in the air. It was like what she felt when speedsters ran by her except… faster. Stronger. And there hadn't been a red blur yet, signaling Barry's arrival.

"What in the…" she started to whisper, when she saw it.

It only lasted a split second, but it seemed like eternity to her. A yellow blur, with red lightning, sped past her. Her eyes, practiced to seeing the details of these speedsters, saw that the bottom foot of it was red, caught a hint of a red lightning bolt on their chest, and blurred red hair on top. And, though she couldn't be sure, she could have sworn she saw piercing green eyes she never thought she'd see again. And then it was gone. Just a melted trail of snow saying they had ever been there.

"No." she said, sinking to her knees. "No no no no no no."

"Felicity?" Oliver called. He saw her huddled form and the trail. She heard footsteps from behind him.

"Felicity!" Roy called, and ran up to her. "Artemis." he whispered once he was out of Oliver's hearing range. This got her to say something. Nobody, not even her old friends, called her Artemis because as she had told them there was no Artemis without Wally, hero or person.

"Wally." she managed to say. He looked like he'd been slapped.

"What?" he asked, barely bothering to be quiet. He looked up and saw Oliver about halfway there. He lowered his voice. "Ok, I know you're mourning Felicity, but you usually don't break down like this-"

"No I saw him. Look down, you're kneeling in the proof." she responded in a similar quiet voice, barely able to speak.

Roy's face paled even more. "Can you stand?" he asked her.

Suddenly she felt like she could run forever. As if she would never run out of energy again, because "Wally's alive." she told him, the same hushed tone, but no longer in shock. "I can do anything I want to, because he is alive and with him in my life I am unstoppable and can do anything. With him alive I can be Artemis Crock, because he defined my life those last few years and I will find him and make sure he does it again."

Oliver arrived then. "What happened?" he asked, seeing the melted trail. "Felicity are you ok? Were you attacked, are you hurt?" He sounded so worried. Artemis couldn't concentrate on that though. 'He's alive.' she thought. Those words circled in her mind, taking up all of her thoughts.

"I need to talk to Laurel." she told him. "Now. Is she still at work?"

"Felicity, it's midnight. She's sleeping." he responded, obviously confused.

"Not likely." she muttered as she walked towards the gate.

"What do you mean?" Oliver asked, hearing the comment. She didn't turn around. "Felicity!" he called after her.

"I'll go talk to her." Roy told him, and jogged after her. "Dinah's apartment is across the city Fel-Artemis. And you're in heels."

"I have a pair of sneakers in my bag." she said, pointing to her purse. Then, realizing she should probably put them on, she opened it and pulled them out. They were green, her favorite color. The shades matched her old costume perfectly. She shoved her heels in, and tied the shoes. "I'm not waiting for you." she said, taking off once they were out of Oliver's confused sight. Or so she thought.

"Felicity!" Oliver called. He had followed her off of the club's property. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you someday." she called back, and turned into an alleyway. Roy, who had caught up with her, was right behind her as she scaled a pole up the wall and onto the rooftops, which were easier to navigate.

"Felicity?" she heard him say, as he turned into the alleyway. She was already on the rooftops, sprinting across Starling to Dinah's house.

Thanks for reading? Out of curiosity, how many people actually read the bolder notes at the end? I mean, if it's a good story you're hitting the button to direct you to the next chapter and if it's not your hitting the back button and don't even consider bothering to read it, right? Is anybody reading this? Or am I writing to nobody? Well, who knows? I hope you enjoyed, and remember to review! If you want writing to improve, letting the author know they need too is the best way to make that happen!

-LeiaKasta