AN: I know the way I wrote this probably won't be so accurate, but, bear with me readers. Enjoy!

"What's cooking?" I smiled as I rounded the corner into the kitchen.

The aroma of my mother's cooking was in the air. She was mixing something in her giant pot on the stove as I stood next to her to look into it. I fanned the smoke towards my nose to smell the sauce she was stirring.

"Spaghetti and meatballs, Kasey," she said as she tapped the spoon on the edge of the pot to get rid of excess tomato sauce that was clinging to it. "Do you mind getting your brother and setting the table? Dinner's almost ready."

I sighed. "Is he still working on that stupid science project of his in the garage?"

She shook her head as she turned off the fire and looked over the pasta.

I reluctantly went to the garage where Wally, my brother, had been almost the whole day. I opened the door to the garage to see the always clean garage now, a total mess with a table that he was working at.

"Mom's going to kill you."

He turned to only look at me with his peripheral vision then, quickly turned back to look at what he was working on.

"Not if this doesn't kill me first," he muttered, almost inaudible.

I raised an eyebrow at him but chose to ignore what he said. "Mom wants us to set the table."

"Tell her I'm busy," he scoffed as he looked at a notebook then picked up something else and added it to a liquid.

I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips.

"Exactly what are you doing anyway that's so important?

He didn't answer. Just looked down at the notebook and flinched with annoyance. I pursed my lips, crossed my arms and tried to glare a hole in his back.

After about a minute, I gave up on trying to get him out of the isolation of the garage. "Fine, I'll go tell Mom."

I slowly turned on my heels. I was getting ready to leave when I seen Wally pick up a lighter.

"What're you doing?!" I yelled as I ran up behind him.

I was close to snatching the lighter out of his hand but he already put it to the liquid concoction. The no-name-colored liquid bubbled like it was a witch's potion in her cauldron.

"What did you-?!"

At that moment, I was silenced as I was thrown up against the garage door by the force of the explosion. My skin burned as my vision blurred with my sights caught on a Wally that was losing consciousness just as I was.

I woke up in a panic. I didn't know where I was at and everything was a total blur to me at the moment. My eyes were sensitive to the light and I began getting a headache. I could feel someone grab my arm and I began to calm down.

I blinked ferociously and my eyes finally focused on my Uncle Barry. I always loved seeing him in his Flash uniform but it's nice to see him in slacks and a sweater vest, too. I mean, I guess.

"Kasey, calm down," he soothed.

"W-What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

He scratched the back of his head and looked down before answering. "Um, Kasey, what's the last thing you remember?"

My head was pounding up against my skull as I searched my brain for answers.

"Um, I went to go get Wally to set the table for dinner when he grabbed a lighter and…" I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Wally nearly killed me!"

I jumped out of my hospital bed with wobbly legs and leaned on the bed.

"Wait, is he okay?" I asked full of concern.

"Wally's fine. Don't worry." He put a hand on my shoulder as I sat on the bed. "Wally was trying to recreate the accident that created the Flash."

"And exactly how did he know what use to recreate this 'accident'?" I inquired as I crossed my arms.

"I may or may not have left the notes lying around," he nervously chuckled.

"That's not something you just leave 'lying around', especially not when Wally, your biggest fan, is around!"

"I know, I know. But it worked." I raised an eyebrow at him as he sat in a chair near the foot of the bed. "Your burn injuries from the explosion are fully healed. The thing about us speedsters, we heal faster than normal people."

I could feel a smile creep onto my face. He just called me a speedster just like him!

"You have to let us help you protect Central City!"

"What? No." He shook his head. "It's not happening."

"C'mon, Uncle Barry, we could be Flash, Kid Flash and whatever Wally wants to be called!"

"No way! You're not becoming my sidekick!"

"Pleeease!" I couldn't believe that long "please" came out my mouth. I sounded like complete baby.

"Let me think about it," he sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair.

And thought about it, he did.

As long as Wally and I didn't go off and do something stupid, we would stay his sidekicks. Whether Wally heard it from Uncle Barry or great minds think alike, he was given the mantle of Kid Flash. Since I couldn't think of anything cooler –yes, I just called my brother's alias cool –Uncle Barry gave me the name SpeedGirl. I thought it was the most terrible name he could give me but then he said, "Well, I don't see you coming up with anything better."

Then, he brought up the point that there was an Aquaman, a Batman, a Wonder Woman… etcetera, etcetera. I just rolled my eyes at the statement, went with the flow after that and lived life with an alias I hate.