Fire and Lightning (Book One) [Young Justice fanfic]

Chapter Forty-Five- Waking Up

February 28, 2011. 18:26.

Mount Justice.

Two weeks later, Emma and Willow were still unconcious. 

Wally and Artemis spent the majority their time in the mission room, sitting in silence together or training as hard as they could on their own and vowing revenge on Luthor and his friends for what they did to Emma and Willow.

M'gann tried to make cookies, but always ended up burning them. Connor ate them any way, and the two mostly ended up sitting on the couch watching TV static.

Kaldur sat by the water pool in the garage or swam, occasionally taking a shift to sit by the Emma's bedside with Robin. 

Rocket and Zatanna watched cheesy sitcoms together, trying to get their minds off of things. They kept Justice company, and took charge of making sure that Wolf and the rest of their teammates ate healthy.

Wolf was outside the medical center day and night, waiting for Willow to walk out and give him a hug. His head perked up every time the door opened, but he  never saw the person he wanted to.

All group training abruptly ceased, as Black Canary would not leave Willow's side. Batman did not assign any missions, as he knew that the team would be too preoccupied thinking about their comatose teammates to focus. League members drifted in and out to check on their sidekicks or offer their condolences.

Richard struggled to stay awake was snoozing off in his chair next to Emma's bed. Dinah sat across from him, holding Willow's limp hand in her own. It was still warm.

She hummed soothingly, hoping that somehow, Willow would hear it and wake up. 

Roy quietly came in and put a hand on Canary's shoulder, hoping to relieve her. "You should take a break," he advised, repeating what Oliver had been telling her all week.

Dinah's singing abruptly stopped as she glared up at him. "Absolutely not." She said in a voice that usually left no questions asked.

But she was tired, and Roy was determined, "She'll still be here when you come back, but you need to eat something," he pointed to Robin, who reated his head in his arms on Emma's sheets. "You need to sleep too."

"I'll eat when she does," Canary waved her hand dismissively, "Which is, to say, when she wakes up!"

"Here. I'll watch her for a bit," Roy offered pulling up his own chair.

"I have to stay." Dinah insisted weakly, tenderly brushing stubborn bangs away from Willow's eyes.

"Dinah, please..." Roy begged, "You're not doing her any favors by starving yourself."

She sighed, "Fine. But I want to know the instant she wakes up, you hear me, Roy?"

"She'll be fine, Dinah." Batman triecd to assure her.

"She'd better be," Canary threatened the dark knight, heading for the kitchen to get something to eat.

As Roy watched over his foster sister, Batman gently shook Robin awake, trying not to disturb Emma, "Rick, come on. It's time for you to go home."

"But Emma's not awake yet!" Robin protested, jolting awake.

"I know, but you need to eat. Alfred made cinnamon rolls."

"Then bring me one! I can't leave my sister!" Robin said with the same dismissive wave Canary had used earlier.

Batman sighed at the boy's stubbornness, holding up the paper bag he'd brought anyway, just in case. "Fine. You can stay here for the rest of the day. Then I'll have Aqualad watch her."