Well… I don't know. I was laying in bed this morning, thinking about last night's episode and how much I still dislike Megan. I was thinking about how sometimes on the show, she seems like a total ass but other times she seems nice and calm. Then I was thinking about how Kaldur is the exact opposite of the black stereotype, no racism intended. Wally seems like he would act like a selfish dick half the time, but he probably has a heart in his chest and he'd be nice when needed, same with lil Dicky boy. Conner and Artemis are realistic enough. Then I thought, "Hey, what if YJ was a real scripted show or something?" *smirk*
Behind the Scenes
Dick and Wally stood on top of the SUV, the soldiers around them doing their best not to seem bothered by the situation. Other SUVs stood around, but their SUV was the only one with the lights on to pierce through the growing darkness. The bioship hovered above them. Dick was looking at his computer screen carefully, a scan of the alien cannon displaying brightly for all to see if they actually had cared to look.
"I knew it! Look!" Wally's distorted voice flew around in the air.
Three parts of the cannon were highlighted as Dick's technology tried to make heads or tails of it.
"It's giving off Zeta beams, the same stuff that powers our Zeta tubes!" Wally lifted his goggles up off his eyes, holding out his left hand for dramatic effect.
Dick didn't look his way. He was concentrating on the scan.
"It doesn't disintegrate! It teleports!"
Wally set his hands to the Boy Wonder's biceps, giving his best impersonation of a backwards hug seeing that a glove and computer screen blocked him from a full hug. A grin lit up his face, the light from Dick's wrist aiding it in doing so. Dick tensed at the touch, but he didn't necessarily mind. He looked back at Wally curiously, unsure of whether or not to smile.
"Artemis is alive!" Wally pulled his fists back and held them up in a silent cheer.
Dick decided it'd be best to frown. He turned his eyes away from the ginger, trying not to seem bothered by it. His turned down eyebrows and rough frown showed that he was though. Wally didn't care. He got close, his smile wide.
"Maybe but…" Dick frowned harder at how weak his voice sounded in the distorted air.
"No maybe! They're all alive!" Wally pointed a finger at the screen in front of the domino mask before him.
Down on the ground, Megan smiled happily in her mentor's arms.
"That must've been what you wanted to tell us!" she looked up at her uncle, her eyes bright and hopeful.
The older Martian set a hand to his head, thinking hard. Kaldur and Superboy watched him, hoping that he'd nod. Their eyes were torn from the scene as a loud whir shot through the air. More of those annoying little black alien ships were shooting through the air, firing red bolts their way. Wally quickly hopped off the SUV's top, ducking against its door, followed by Dick who did the same, but only after turning the screen off for the moment.
"We're on our way!" Kaldur's voice rang through the air, distorted so great that it barely sounded like him.
Dick set a hand to his head, exchanging a frown with the ginger beside him. They both seemed to agree on something, looking up to the sky in unison.
"Negative! We can't win this!" Dick's voice echoed about, "Miss Martian, cam the bioship-…"
His words were cut as said ship was caught in the path of several intentional bolts, exploding into smoke. Megan and Martian Manhunter's cries of pain ran through all of their heads. Dick set a hand to his lips, hiding a laugh as the cameras panned off him. Wally elbowed him roughly, setting a finger to the ebony's lips in the quickest and quietest way he knew to say 'shut up'.
"What do you care? Cameras aren't on us for another ten seconds," Dick reminded the emerald eyed boy beside him with a wink before his smile quickly switched back to a frown.
Wally grabbed him by the arm again, tugging him up.
"Get to the stairs," he whispered, as if the ebony hadn't gone over this scene 16 times in counting with him already.
They both ran for it, hair blowing around in their self caused wind.
"We're falling back," Dick heard his voice sound just as him and Wally hit the stairs.
Crap, we're a second behind… crap, crap, crap!
He balled his hands into fists to keep from showing that he noticed his mistake. He was not in the mood to redo this scene. He was tired and craving a milkshake right about now.
"And cut!" the director's voice cut through the air. "That's a wrap!"
Wally and Dick exchanged happy grins, jumping up and cheering excitedly.
"Finally!" Wally groaned, fist pounding with the midget ebony beside him.
"Take five, all of you. Hit the dressing rooms and relax a little. That was great," the director congratulated them all.
Megan got out of Conner's arms, rolling her eyes and scoffing in disgust.
"You call that great?" she asked, mortified at the thought.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Whatever," she held her hand up in the air, tilting her hand so her nails pointed to the dirtied earth under her shoes, "Makeup!"
She strutted back in the direction of her dressing room, a group of people dashing after her, various instruments of beauty in their hands. Only once she was out of sight, Dick and Wally exchanged glances.
"What a bitch," they agreed in unison, smiling.
They headed back in the direction of the kitchen. Dick slipped off his mask, pocketing it just as Wally pulled his yellow mask down to the back of his neck, showing off his messy red hair.
"Milkshakes on me," Dick offered, his exposed blue eyes twinkling excitedly.
He mumbled off an apology as he bumped into Mick from the sound department who was adjusting the speakers off to the side of the set. Wally closed his eyes blissfully at even thought. He threw an arm around his little ebony, pulling him close.
"You are an angel," he grinned, drawing a red shade to the pale face close to his.
"I learned from the best," Dick admitted, winking up at his redheaded suitor.
Wally laughed at the boy's weak attempt at flirting, "Too cute…"
He dropped his arm from the boy's shoulders but stayed close so that when they walked, the backs of their hands brushed the other. They stopped walking, their knuckles touching ever so gingerly, as Artemis stepped in their path. She noted their hands and smiled secretly.
"Looks like we got us a new Dynamic Duo?" she teased, reaching up and adjusting her ponytail.
Before either boy could comment, she continued on.
"Anyway, Robby, Daddy Bats wanted me to tell you that he had to head back to the mansion and get some stuff done, but he'd back in time for the final scene and a celebration dinner," she told the ebony.
Dick shrugged casually.
"Alright, that's cool. Thanks," he politely dismissed her.
She took the cue, walking away, but not before glancing back at the two boys who were only inches away from holding hands.
If there is a God and he can hear me, PLEASE make them gay she pleaded, looking up at the rafters of the set, setting her hands together hopefully.
XxXxX
Dick and Wally sat in the stools beside each other at the bar in the set's best kitchen, both resting their folded arms on the table, their elbows touching lightly. Dick held up his middle, index and thumb in a wave to get the bartender's attention.
"Two large milkshakes, strawberry and chocolate?" Dick looked Wally's way for approval.
The ginger nodded firmly, surprised that the ebony remembered his favorite. The bartender nodded too, heading to the back to mix up the concoction.
"Dude," Dick sighed, laying his head in his arms, closing his eyes.
"I know," Wally set his head in his hand, but he couldn't hide a smile.
"I can't wait 'til Megan's off the show," Dick muttered softly in fear of being heard.
"How do you know she'll be kicked off? Isn't she a fan favorite or something?" Wally reached out, weakly playing with Dick's hair back near the part where the ebony liked it.
He glanced back, feeling eyes on his neck. He raised a weak hand in a wave towards Kaldur who was just walking in before resuming brushing Dick's hair with his gloved fingers.
"Mind if I join ya?" Kaldur asked, making his way to the stool beside Wally.
The ginger shrugged. "Go ahead."
Kaldur smiled, "Thanks man. Anyway, you were talkin' 'bout Megs, right?"
Wally and Dick both nodded.
"I hope the set catches on fire and she turns into bacon," Dick grumbled, smiling softly at the gentle hands messing with his hair.
Kaldur laughed.
"Harsh dude!" he didn't disapprove though. "It wouldn't be that bad though. We could replace her easily though. Doesn't she have like, nine sisters or something?"
Wally nodded.
"Yeah, but they're all probably just as bitchy as her. I feel so bad for Conner. You couldn't pay me to kiss that! I'd be afraid of catching her attitude or something," he shivered at even the thought.
"I bet you she isn't even a Martian. She's probably some wannabe who colors herself in with green markers or something," Dick said hatefully.
His head raised up out of his hands when he heard the milkshake hit the table in front of him. Wally's gloves flew to his strawberry milkshake, setting the straw on the bar top and chugging the icy drink.
"One Pepsi suicide?" Kaldur requested, referring to a mixture of all the Pepsi products in one glass.
The bartender nodded again, running a hand exhaustedly over his slicked down brown hair. He disappeared again, but the others didn't notice. Dick poked the straw through his lips, hungrily drinking up the chocolate ice cream mixture.
"Maybe she pulled a MJ?" Kaldur offered, gaining him two curious sets of younger eyes. "You know, dyed her skin and stuff?"
Dick and Wally met eyes before shrugging. Wally set his drink down, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I dunno, she doesn't seem like the type that would let a needle touch her skin. 'Oh no, needles! I could catch the stupid'!" he mocked in a high pitched voice.
Dick laughed, "Can't catch what you're Patient Zero for."
Wally laughed, choking on his drink. Kaldur patted his back lightly to help. He forgot about the choking ginger beside him as his drink was set down in front of him. He began chugging the drink, only to stop as his throat began to burn.
"Agh, Pepsi burn!" he coughed roughly, his eyes burning.
Dick stood to his feet, firmly hitting both of their backs with a sigh. When the two stopped sputtering, and coughing, he head-slapped them both.
"Dumbasses," he scolded under his breath with a grin before sitting back down, taking a big sip of his drink.
Wally's eyes narrowed playfully.
"You little bastard," he grinned, before dumping the rest of Dick's chocolate milkshake over his head.
Dick froze, his eyes doubling in size. He didn't move for a moment as he calmly wiped the ice cream from his face.
"Are you just gonna take that? Get him back!" Kaldur challenged, craving a fight.
Dick was craving one too. The corners of his lips turned down and he let out an angry cry, tackling Wally off of the stool, forcing him to the ground. Dick pinned him down, glaring down at him, chocolate dripping down from his hair onto the defenseless ginger. Dick grabbed Wally by the front of his costume, pulling up close. Wally's eyes swelled at the anger he saw in the bright blue eyes above his.
Instead of beating Wally down though, he pulled him up a bit and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was brief, but it did its job. Wally's emerald eyes stayed frozen wide open as he was set back down on the ground, his face bright red. Kaldur stared at Dick with a strange expression, unsure of what he just saw. Dick just smirked as he got to his feet and grabbed Wally's drink off the counter. He tilted it, pouring the pink mess down on the unsuspecting redhead, splattering his tan skin with a pink mess of deliciousness.
Then, obviously satisfied, Dick licked his lips and set his money on the counter, heading off towards his dressing room to clean up.
Okay, the hair thing was dedicated to Tyler Wilcox. In Algebra, I always try to finish early so I can play with his hair. He likes it when I brush his hair back by the part so I figured maybe Dicky boy would too. Sorry you don't hear much for Conner, but I don't really like him. Hope you liked this (:
-FrankandJoe3