A/N: So this is an idea I got after thinking about the YJ finale after Wally 'died'. We didn't really see him properly die, he just vanished and we never saw him again. What if, instead of fading from existence, he was transported to another dimension? More specifically, the Marvel Universe dimension. How would he handle that, with no way of getting back to Artemis? Will probably turn into a Wally x OC. Please favourite, follow and review if you like!

Chapter One- Trudging Through Snow

Cold. It was so cold. The thin suit he wore did nothing to help him against the elements as he lay there, covered in snow. Endless hills of white spread before him as he slowly climbed up to his feet, shaking the thin white powder from his fiery orange hair. His legs ached. In fact, his whole body ached- leaving him to wonder why.

He didn't know why he was out here, that part of his memory seemed to be missing. The last thing he remembered was... was Paris, with Artemis. They had just saved the world again.

But there was something missing, something that had happened after that. He wracked his brains for answers but only came up more confused than ever.

Shivering, he began to slowly trudge through the snow- heading in a random direction because he had no idea which way lay civilization. He didn't have the energy to run, his emergency rations pouch empty. This was going to be a long walk.

It felt like days, though it had most likely been only a few hours, until he finally saw a block of black against the white. The sight spurred him on, giving him a new-found energy, a new found hope. He was so close... so... close...

[-]

The people of the Rothera Research Station had not expected the dot of colour in the storm. The snow was beginning to come down quite heavily by the time they finally noticed the figure of red and yellow heading their way. They were busy with meteorological research when one of their crew spotted it out of one of the windows.

"T'ere's sumfin out t'ere!" said the pale, scrawny Irishman. His watery blue eyes studying the figure from the safety of the warm base. "Lucks lika man!"

"Don't be stupid, Sean," replied the bespectacled, rotund Englishwoman from her computer. "How would anyone survive in that storm?"

Sean squinted out of the thick glass pane and shook his head. "A'm positive."

The woman got up out of her seat with a sigh and walked to stand beside him at the window, her eyes widening as she spotted the same thing. "What is he doing out there? Get Rob out on it, would you?" She watched as the figure of red and yellow collapsed into the snow. "And hurry up about it. I'll go alert Chrissy." With that, she turned and headed towards the small infirmary they had in the base.

[-]

Chrissy was sitting reading a book when Paula walked in, looking worried. "What is it?" she asked immediately, closing her book and placing it on the desk beside her.

"There's a boy out in the snow," Paula told her which caused a frown to cover the features of the younger woman. Her green eyes showed nothing but confusion.

"What do you mean?" Chrissy asked. "Where could he have came from?"

Paula shrugged. "Perhaps one of the other bases? I really have no idea. Rob will hopefully get him in here as soon as possible."

Chrissy nodded and immediately set to work. She pulled out a load of blankets from one of the cupboards and placed them on the end of a cot. "Do we have any hot chocolate?" she asked Paula.

"Not really the time to be asking for a drink, is it?" Paula said, raising an eyebrow.

Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Not for me. We need to get some warm fluids into him but without caffeine. Hot chocolate seems like the best option."

"I'll go check," Paula replied as she turned and left.

Running a hand through her dark brown hair, Chrissy ran her eyes over the room- trying to think of what to do. She'd been trained for these kinds of situations, yes, but she'd never actually performed them.

"Hypothermia," she muttered softly. "Maybe frostbite..." She pondered what she needed in those sorts of situations and flicked on the kettle in the corner of the room to warm some water in case he did have frostbite.

She heard someone coming and looked up to see the tall and muscled Rob walk in, carrying a boy looking as though he were dressed up as a comic book character.

"On the bed," she ordered and Rob complied, setting him carefully down on the cot.

Chrissy immediately began work on warming him up, removing his sodden clothes and covering him in blanket after blanket. Then she studied his fingers and toes, glad to see no indication of frostbite.

As she was checking his temperature, a thermometer stuck under his tongue as well as a strip across his forehead, she heard him give out a small moan. His green eyes flickered open to look at her. "A-Artemis?" he croaked, obviously delirious.

"No," Chrissy said as she took the thermometer out of his mouth, checking the temperature displayed with a small frown. Surely he should have been colder than he was. "I don't know anybody by that name."

He began to sit up but she pressed a hand firmly to his chest to push him down again. "Rest for a bit," she told him.

"I need to call the league... find out if everyone's okay. I need Artemis to kn-"

Chrissy cut him off. "You aren't making a word of sense," she said.

His eyes narrowed a little, not knowing what to make of this. "I'm Kid-Flash," he said, as though she should know what that meant. "You know; The Flash's sidekick?"

The girl shook her head. "I have no idea who that is. Maybe if you said Iron Man or Captain America then I would know what you meant but I've never heard of The Flash."

Iron Man? Captain America? Who were they? This was really beginning to freak him out. Even though this girl was obviously English, she should still know about the Justice League, right? Where the heck was he anyway?

"I'm Christa, by the way," the girl told him. "Most people just call me Chrissy."

"Wally," he grunted in reply. "Wally West."