I really shouldnt be writing this. Perfect really needs an update and i decide to do a one shot. My brain is messed up. But hey, I've never done a story with Dick as one of the mains in it...

I learnt this little song a while ago and was singing it to my friend, who thought I said 'Dicky' instead of Daisy. I had always thought it was a happy song until she also pointed out it in the second verse it says IF.

Thus this little plot bunny was born


My little boat tipped over
When the wind began to blow
All because my daisy
Did not know how to row

If I'd been a fishy
I'd swim in the sea
I'd of saved my little Daisy
And brought her home for tea

...

The boat rocked furiously, and another wave hit the side, throwing Dick across the deck. He hit the wall hard, a sickening crack ringing out over the sound of the pounding waves. Lightening crackled ahead, and rain poured down around them. Wally's hair stuck in clumps to his face, making it almost impossible to see. He just had to steer the boat out of the storm. And everything would be okay.

Thunder rolled up above, like a deep laugh echoing through the sky. Clutching to the rail, Dick pulled himself up, shivering. His body ached from being thrown around and he was so, so cold. He tried to calm his breathing but each breath was rough and choked, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the air.

"Where's Aqua Lad when you need him?" Wally yelled from the wheel, slumping forward as the ship was thrust back. He gripped the wheel with both his hands as it tipped to the side, almost parallel with the water. Dick screamed and grabbed desperately at the loose planks of wood, knowing that the old boards were the only thing standing in between him and the water, that seemed to jump and claw at him, trying to pull the little Robin down to the depths of the ocean. The boat returned to its upright position, leaving Dick fearing what would happened if the boat tipped over all the way...

He curled up into a ball, one white knuckled hand wrapped around the edge of the ship, murmuring into his knees.

"Dick?" Wally peered over his shoulder to see his friend close to tears. He grit his teeth. He just had to get through this stupid storm. They'd stop at some nearby island and wait for electricity to be restored to the world. He just had to get away. He had to save Dick. And himself, but mainly Dick.

A ten foot wave - one of the smaller ones - fell on the little wooden boat, it's supports groaning with the weight. Wally found himself at the back of the boat, trying to blink the saltwater from his eyes. Gradually, he stood.

His skin was thick with the salt, clogging up every pore, drying his skin out despite it being wetted by the roaring waves very few seconds. His arms ached from steering and his vision blurred. His whole body was numb, every move he made, he made unconsciously. He yearned for land, just to feel solid ground under his feet instead of the never stopping lurch he was forced to put up with.

God, was he glad he had sailing lessons as a child. Although, that was on picturesque calm lakes. Not this. Dick didn't know how to steer a boat. He didn't even know how to row. That was why it was up to Wally to save them.

Dick had saved Wally's life so many times he had lost count. He just wanted to return the favor.

Lunging forward, Wally began to pull himself along, back to the front of the ship. The wheel spun uncontrollably. Wally stopped halfway to the stern to lean down, touching Dicks face gently.

"It's okay. We'll be out of the storm soon. We just need to hold on. Can you... Can you hold on for me?"

"Wally-"

"Please Dick. We can't just give up. I'm sure we'll find everyone else soon. The... The invaders couldn't of captured them all... And we'll get Zatanna back, I promise."

Dick bit his lip and put his head back between his knees, hiding his face that had dropped even further. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up again at Wally.

God, those piercing blue eyes were enough to make Wally want to cry. He held the back of his hand to Dicks face and began to stroke it softly, attempting to comfort the younger boy.

Dick leant into the warm touch, making Wally draw his arm back as if he had been electrocuted.

Dick, looking embarrassed, curled up tighter.

"Wally-"

"Don't worry" Wally put his hand back to the side of Dicks face, but this time he didn't look comforted by the touch.

"Wally-"

"You don't-"

"Wally!" Dicks perfect blue eyes filled with fear as he stared at something over Wally's shoulder.

Wally turned as the wave hit.

In the millisecond before he was covered with water, he grabbed what he thought was Dicks arm. He pulled and pulled until finally it came with him. Under the water, he was sucked down, pushed around like a rag doll. His lungs screamed for oxygen and he couldn't tell which way was up anymore. He tugged Dick towards where he thought the surface was, pulling the deadweight upwards. He involuntarily took a deep breath, sucking in the salty water. He coughed and wheezed kicking as hard as he could. His body had stopped responding now and all he could do was kick. His mind was numb and his lungs burnt... But he had to kick.

He finally reached the surface, taking a deep breath of air. Currents still pushed him about but he had air, and that made it okay. When he had thrown up all the acid and water in his stomach he turned to Dick.

Or what he had thought was Dick.

Because all his hand was clinging to was a metal bar from the ship along with a chunk of wood from the side of the boat.

Suddenly frantic, Wally hoisted himself up on the only remaining piece of the ship. He couldn't see the tiny boat anywhere. Nor could he see his best friend.

"Dick!" he screamed, as more lightening cracked. Rain poured down harder as he kept on yelling. Tears began to stream down his face, because he knew before he made his last cry that it was in vain.

"Dick!"

His voice echoed over the stormy sea.
He was the only body on this endless water.

The only body still breathing.


OH NO!

Sorry Dicky. This is a one shot but It can become a two shot if reviewers want it... (hint hint)