Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or its characters. I do own the plot for this fanfiction though.

A/N:So I was going to write and publish a whole stream of chapters, but then I decided to start getting hooked on making AMVs. I'm currently making one on Bart Allen and when I'm done I will probably put it up on YouTube :3 Does anyone have any suggestions for AMVs they want? I'm more than willing to take requests! Although the updates on books will probably be slow (it's already slow so it probably won't make a difference lol)

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Artemis groans as I shake her, opening her eyes groggily. "Are you okay?" I ask. "I heard you scream and then I ran in and saw you passed out on the floor, and you stayed that way for about thirty minutes and I panicked and thought you were dead, I'm sorry-"

"Wally, you're speed talking."
"Oh. Right. Sorry." I hadn't even noticed I was doing that. It had become a habit of mine. After Artemis passed out, I spent the thirty minutes or so either trying to get her back to the land of the living or contemplating life and how much of a horrible person I was, letting my girlfriend get hurt and not looking out for her. Thank goodness we didn't get attacked by any weird girls or corpses or anything like that.

"Hello, Earth to Wally." Artemis snaps me out of my train of thought, and I focus my attention back on her. "Is your arm okay? Did you hit your head? Do you feel uncomfortable or lightheaded?" I caught myself at the last question and realised I was being just like uncle Barry. Artemis shrugs off my questions, saying that she feels fine. "Now, repeat what you said while you were speed talking."

I helped her sit up as I did, and she frowns. "You mean you didn't see the girl?" "What girl?" I frown. Maybe she did hit her head. She could have been hallucinating, or having a nightmare. "Never mind." Artemis stands, and I do too.

"Thirty minutes is a long time. We'd better keep looking for the others... Or we'll be as good as dead. Maybe they found clues that explain how we got here and how to get out," Artemis says. I nod. The room we are in is like a classroom, filled with tables and chairs and facing a white board. The windows are tightly shut. And no matter how hard I had tried previously, I couldn't open them. Except for one.

"Look down," i say and Artemis comes to my side, peering out the open window. It's pitch black down there, and it's as if nothing exists below where we are. "Woah. It's like a bottomless pit," Artemis comments. I nod. Wherever we are, It's not anywhere on earth, that's for sure. The only person I can think of off the top of my mind who could pull this off is Klarion the witch boy and his stupid cat.

The creepy atmosphere certainly suited him, but what would be his motive? If he wanted to kill us he would do it personally, trying to pick us off one by one. He would never put us together.

Speaking of the atmosphere, It reminded me of the horror movies my dad used to watch when he was less than sober. But he couldn't be behind this, could he? He had no magic, no power I knew of that could send us here. But...

He could have gotten help from Klarion to get rid of me. And possibly all my friends could be in this situation too because he wanted to get revenge. It would explain why he would put me and Artemis together. So that I could be helpless as she got hurt, or worse. Just like how I couldn't do anything when Artemis was attacked. Klarion would definitely get a kick out of this, so I don't see why this wasn't a possibility.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Artemis asks, yet again shaking me out of my thoughts. I was not ready to share that dark part of my life with her. Not yet at least. "Oh nah, I'm just hungry. Thinking about food. High metabolic rate. I'll starve faster than you do."

Artemis rolls her eyes, and walks towards the door. I follow suit, opening the door and checking outside for any corpses or little girls that may want to kill us. Nothing. I nod at Artemis and we both walk out, and scan the surroundings. There's the classroom we just came from and the room next to it, which we ran inside to hide from the corpse.

"There's a locker room," Artemis says, standing at the doorway of another room. Opening the door slowly, we walk inside to see Row after rows of lockers. I quickly check all of them to see if there's anything inside, and pause. There's a locker full of our weapons. From Robin's belt to Artemis's Bow and Arrows and Kaldur's swords.

I call Artemis over, and she grabs her weapons, slinging her bag of arrows on her back and grabbing her bow. "Ah. Much better." I look at the other's weapons. They're definitely theirs. So it's a sure sign that they're here, somewhere. "Should we take them along with us?" I ask. Artemis shrugs. "It wouldn't hurt to carry them along. This means we have to hurry. The others don't have their weapons and we need to get to them fast. They could get hurt. I just hope Robin has someone with him. With injuries and  completely unarmed he's a sitting duck."

We grab the other weapons and make our way out of the room. There doesn't seem to be any other ghosts around, thank goodness. I put Robin's belt around my waist (which is surprisingly comfortable) and Stuff Kaldur's blades inside one of the pockets. With no Atlantean powers, they're useless to us.

"A stairway. Maybe we can go down and see if the others are anywhere nearby," Artemis suggests. As we walk down, I hear the faint sound of a piano being played. I exchange glances with Artemis. Last time I checked only Artemis and Robin played the piano. But what would Robin be doing, playing the piano here?

We pick up the pace, and Artemis grabs the handrail for balance as she runs down the stairs. In a blink of an eye, she suddenly slips, and I see her fall slowly. In no time at all (literally), I catch her and stabilise her. "Woah, slow down. You okay?" She nods, and lifts up a piece of cloth. It's white. "Who's could this be?" No one on the team wears white. Could it have been left behind by somebody else who happened to get caught inside this mess?

Then I remembered Zatanna went missing just minutes before I woke up here. That meant she was here too, and she was taken long before the rest of us were.

"Wally... You may want to look down..."
Right next to the step I'm standing on is an empty space. The bottomless sea of black we saw previously. Only not to bottomless. Down below, was a huge chunk of a building that had the top part cut off. If I fell I would probably break my legs while landing on the other side.

The piano playing in the background stopped abruptly.