Summary: Crash Million has been having the same dream on and off again for the past six months of a man named Wally West. But when he transfers to a new school and meets a weird guy named Bart Allen, he begins to think maybe his dream isn't a dream after all.
I do not own Young Justice.
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He wasn't fast enough.
He did his best to keep up, but he couldn't do it.
And yet.
He couldn't stop now.
He had to keep going even though he knew it wouldn't end well for him, to think he was ready to retire not so long ago and start a family with his girlfriend.
He was hit by a bolt and felt himself drain away but he pressed on if he stopped now it would lead to complete devastation.
In that moment, he finally knew why SuperHero's sacrificed themselves for the betterment of Man-kind and made a poor joke that Artemis was going to kill him when he got out of this.
But he knew he wasn't going to get out of this.
So, he asked his idol to tell his family and girlfriend that he loved them.
He disappeared and find himself somewhere else.
He was in nothing but a white space, and there was nobody around for miles.
We'll that's what he thought at first.
"I have never had a guest before; welcome human," said a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere.
Human?
Did he crash into some alien's place?
"Um, can you help send me get back home?" Wally said, "I'm actually not supposed to be here. Can you give me a portal or something back to my world or plane?"
There was a long uncomfortable silence after this statement.
Finally, the voice said. "Wally West. You have no existence, so you are supposed to be here. This is the space were things that go out of existence end up."
"Eh?" He said, how did the voice know his name?
"However, there is a way to leave this space" Said, the voice.
Really?
It was the best news Wally had heard all day.
"Really?" Wally said. "We'll then send me back."
"But it depends on how much you really want to go back. Having your existence deleted is different from death" Said, the voice.
"We'll; I don't care what I have to do. I just want to go back to my world so that my girlfriend can beat me up for being so stupid and then my family can beat me up for being stupid." Wally said.
But there was another uncomfortable silence before Wally suddenly felt a massive pale hand touch him, making him freeze.
"To get out, you have to exist. And since your existence has been deleted. You have to be given a new existence." Said, the voice.
Wait.
A new existence?
What on earth did that mean?
However, before he could ask, he suddenly was hit by a blinding flash of light.
Crash Million, age 14 woke up with heavy sweat dripping from his forehead.
He was a lean teen who had orange hair dangling to his ears; his eyes were green.
He sat up in his large bed and said. "That dream again?", that dream started six months ago, and he had been having it on and off.
Was somebody named Wally, hunting him?
Crash looked to his left to see his alarm clock read '2:15'.
He flopped right back down and wanted to go back to sleep because he was not starting his day at 2 in the morning.
He had his first day of school to go to.
Luckily, he didn't have that dream again, and he could sleep soundly for the rest of the night.
When he did wake up, it was to the sound of his alarm going off.
The door to his room opened and in came servants who would get him ready for the day, they open the blinds to add light to his dark room.
His room was massive, decorated with wood carvings, there was a chandelier on the ceiling, a giant desk with a massive expensive mac on top of it, and his chair was made to lift and massage at the same time and in the corner was a stack of presents that he hadn't opened yet, that he got for his 14th birthday.
One maid went to the bathroom and began to fill up the tub while the other's stood by.
"Young Master, your uniform has been dry cleaned along with your PE uniform." Said, one man in a butler uniform.
"We have also made sure to pack your bag with the essentials," Said a maid, as she revealed the premium black bag.
"Here is the outfit you will be wearing today," Said, another maid.
Then the person who want to the bath returned and said. "Your bath is ready." with a bath towel in hand.
Crash got out bed and began to undress and wrap a bath towel around himself, then he went into the nicely decorated bathtub filled with nice scent soap and began to have his bath and do his morning route.
He came out squeaky clean, and he was given clothes to change into of while he sent the servants away.
Crash put on a white long-sleeved t-shirt that had a yellow smiley face on it, red and black checkered open shirt over it, baggy blue jeans and giant green high tops, each item of clothing he wore was branded and he walked out to meet a long and slick corridor with servants lined up to bow to him.
"Young master, your breakfast is ready," Said, one maid.
"Will, my parents be joining me?" He said, only to get a long uncomfortable silence.
Both of his parents were business Tycoons and were continually going in and out of his life.
"I understand." He said, he just thought it would be nice but of course they won't be there, he made his way to the dining room and saw that it was empty.
As expected.
He took a seat on one of the crafted black chairs, and his breakfast was served to him.
On the plate was just what he needed to get him through to break time and he would nicely prepared food for class.
He was then given his bag and made his way to the front door which was really an entrance to the Elevator which took him down, to the posh car out front; there was no limousine because he was going to a regular junior high school and didn't want to come off as too entitled.
The driver who saw him bowed and opened the door for him which he got into.
He was immediately opening his bag up and playing on his game console while he rode to school.
After all, he was only 14 and still very immature.
The drive took 25 minutes from where he was, and the door opened to reveal a building, that didn't leave him impressed.
His car caught eyes as he walked out and the driver drove away promising to pick him up when the school day was over.
Now where was the principle office?
He decided to walk to the front door and luckily there were signs with each corner giving him directions.
He managed to make his way to the principle office, and the door looked uninteresting, he opened it.
He saw a small room with a desk that was sat at, by a large woman who seemed uninterested in her job.
"Excuse me," He said, getting her attention.
"What is it?" She said, "Did you get detention?"
He was stunned and said. "My name is Crash Million and today is supposed to be my first day of school" finally she took notice of his high-quality clothes, neat appearance and bag.
Being working her for as long as she has, you are bound to take notice when there were so many students who only got into the school because it cost nothing.
And wait.
Did he just say, he was Crash Million?
"L-Let me, call the principle in, and he will give you, your schedule," She said, suddenly changing her tone and she pressed an intercom and said. "Crash Million is here to see you, sir. It's apparently his first day of school."
There was a long pause before the man himself actually opened the door and allowed him in with a smile.
"Welcome. Welcome" The man said, with a beaming smile.
Money did that to even a man who hated children.
"I forgot that you were coming today. Let me get your schedule, and I'll escort you to class" Said, the man going clumsily to a file cabinet and finding it in a file that was much better kept than the rest.
Crash was given a sheet of paper which he took before following the man to class.
He was well aware that kids who chose to wonder around where staring at him while he was being escorted and the man opened a dark green door which slid opened, and Crash was met with 20-25 student's eyes as they turned to look at him in surprise.
The principle talked to the teacher while he stood in front of them.
"Everybody, this is Crash Million. He is from out of town" Said, the woman regardless of the principle protest to introduce him. "Please give him a warm welcome. You may sit at the seat near the left window."
Crash walked down the rows and sat down, well aware of kids staring at him.
But then the boringness of school hit and nobody cared, they just wanted the class to be over and were trying to sneak in some snooze time without the teacher noticing.
Break couldn't come fast enough; the class came alive once that bell hit their ears and they began to surround him asking him question on what his old school was like.
"I was actually home, schooled" He revealed. "But I wanted to see what a regular school was like and I wanted to make some friends, I've never had friends before."
To the girl's, he was adorable to the guys he was a sad case.
Who would be so lonely as to subject themselves to public school just to make friends?
It certainly touched the young teenagers' hearts.
"I'll be your friend" Said, one kid.
"I'll be too," Said, another.
There were a many who were eager to be friends with him, and he found himself not alone at break time, they played soccer because a kid had managed to sneak it in.
When break was over, it was science class, and he excelled at that because he had tutors who would come in just to teach him science and it was showing.
Lunch came, and he was taken the cafeteria to eat with his new friends, and he would swear up and down that he felt himself suddenly being watched.
He revealed his premium lunch and had no idea that swapping lunches actually existed in reality, because a lot of people wanted a bite out of his lunch, but he kept them at by because he would need it for PE.
The boy and girls were immediately split, and he was taken to the male changing rooms where he saw that everybody wore the same or similar, but he was one of much higher quality, his unusual tall and slender frame was on full display in his outfit.
You would never guess that he wasn't 16 but 14 with his frame.
The guys were made to go the field and do some stretch's before doing the real stuff which was running.
Running.
He had never seriously ran before and saw no need to run seriously because of his tall leg's, and it turns out it was more than enough to get him ahead of the pack.
He finished so early that he could actually go and get a drink from a nearby drinking fountain.
Somebody showed him where it was and he couldn't help but be amused by the tiny sprinkle that came out of it.
"Hi" Suddenly a hyper active voice said, almost making him bend over from surprise.
Crash turned to the voice and saw a Caucasian teenager with a slim physical build, brown hair and green eyes.
Something about him seemed familiar to him and Crash said slowly. "...hi?" wondering who this guy was and why he was talking to him.
"I heard that there was a new guy in school that transferred at a weird time and was looking for friends" Said, the guy.
Crash blinked, wondering how much people were talking about him on his first day.
"We'll, my name is Bart Allen" Said, the guy. "And I'll be more than happy to be friends with you"
And Crash felt the strong urge to say "Go jump off a cliff" because he got the feeling that he was a very annoying guy.
But it was a new friend.
"I accept your hand of friendship. My name is Cash Million" He said, just like how he was taught, and the guy looked more than a little bit surprised.
Then he noticed his classmates seemed to have, all finished, and somebody was looking to call him back and said. "We'll; I need to be going. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?"
And as he went, he could he swore he heard.
"I should probably not report him until I'm sure."
But he must have imagined it.
And scene!
Created this one-shot because I wanted to get away from the popular theory that 'Wally isn't dead but trapped in the Speed force'. Review!