"Hey! Hey, you! Wait up, GODDAMMIT!"

I got a few stares, but obviously I didn't care what I was yelling, as long as it got the cabbie to stop and give me a minute. Which he did, probably an outcome that resulted from my...eh...choice of words.

"You coulda just waved," he grumbled.

"Well, I didn't feel like doing that today, so unlucky you." I quipped back, and then remembered what I was supposed to be doing. "I need to get somewhere fast. S.T.A.R. Labs, actually."

"That's half an hour away, and with traffic this time a'day, when everybody's tryin' ta get ta work-"

"I tip heavily. In fact, I'm a tipping goddess. A tipping empress. Get. Driving. Now." Too bad if he was reluctant. This was important.

"Fine, fine." He gave a big sigh, but he put his foot to the wheel and sped off in the streets.

I took out my phone, and, after tapping in my password, I dialed in a number. After two rings, the other line picked up.

"Hey, Crock." A cheery voice said.

"Don't sound so excited. Set my stuff up. I might be a few minutes off-schedule."

"Did you sleep late again?"

"Shut up. You know already. Alarm clocks are useless."

I heard a muffled laugh over the line.

"You have no place, Wally. Just make sure my equipment's ready." I said miserably.

"Roger that, Crock. Over."

The other disconnected. I turned my phone off and stuck it in my bag. I usually did n't like to show too much emotion (don't think of me as Vulcan-it was just something my father had drilled in to me) but I couldn't keep a smile from creeping its way across my face. I mean, today was big. Today was huge.

I had a bit of time in front of me, so I mulled over my plan.

Step one: secure the subject.

Step two: connect the headset.

Step three: position the chemical tubes.

Step four: simultaneously enact electric pulse and chemical tubes.

It seemed simple-I mean, only four steps-but it could be the breakthrough of the century. And I, a lowly intern, had come up with it. I couldn't stop myself from beaming in pride.

And then there was my partner. Brilliant. And extremely annoying. But he'd volunteered for this experiment, so I prayed it would be successful.

"We're here." The driver said gruffly, and held out his hand. I dropped a generous bill, grabbed my bag, and leapt out from the car. I hit the ground running, and run I did, through the lobby, flashing my ID at the guards, and then up flights and flights of stairs to the chem lab level. I burst through pristine white doors and almost slammed right into a figure in front of me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Crock! Take it easy."

I cursed myself. It was Wally West, resident intern, and, most recently, test subject.

"Well, how was I supposed to know you happened to be right there?" I pulled my ponytail tight and briskly started to walk towards our lab.

"Rocket and Kent say that the tech's good to go. Ahm checked the chemicals and got them in the tubes. And Morse, Zatara and Grayson have the software perfect." Wally caught up with me.

"I still can't believe I got all the researchers to listen to me." I shook my head and gave him a rare smile. He grinned. "Tell me about it."

We walked into a lab. It had a row of computers lining one wall, a lab desk piled with gadgets, goggles, an lab coats on the other. Beside the computers was a door that led into the experiment room-what we call the room where we were going to set my theory on Wally.

When Dr. Bartholomew Allen-head of S.T.A.R. Labs' chemical wing, and Wally's uncle-heard of my idea, he hired a bunch of lab workers to help me make it a reality. So now I got to order them around, and they made whatever tech or formulas I needed to enact my project. They were surprisingly kind to Wally and I, never acting condescending, but we called them all by their last names. Except for Raquel Ervin, an engineer, who insisted we call her "Rocket." I guess because of her job? She did help structure spacecraft when she wasn't helping with my project. Besides that, there was Conner Kent, a brooding engineer, Kaldur'ahm, a brilliant chemist with Pacific Island roots, Megan Morse, a bubbly comp sci expert, Zatanna Zatara, a kind software engineer, and Dick Grayson, who checked all the software for weaknesses and patched it up.

"It's the girl of the hour," Zatara turned away from her computer and smiled.

"You ready?" Grayson asked.

"You know it." I replied, trying not to appear as nervous as I felt inside.

"Everything is set up. Might I suggest we begin?" Ahm said, regarding us quietly.

"There's no time like the present." I pulled my ponytail again and reached for a lab coat. Wally dissapeared into a side-room, and when he came out, he wore a grey garment that covered his whole body, excepting the head, with metal tubes attached down the sides. It was going to magnify the electric current we were going to zap him with. He took a deep breath and started to go through to the experiment room, but I grabbed his arm.

"What's up?" He turned back towards me,

"Just...be...alive when you come out, okay?" I couldn't think of any better words.

He grinned. "Of course, babe." Before I could yell at him for that, he dissapeared inside the experiment room. I took a sear next to the computers and looked through the glass wall that separated the lab and the two spaces.

Wally laid down on the metal slab that was waiting. Ahm joined him in the room and strapped him to the slab with the leather cords attached to it.

Step one: secure the subject. Complete.

Ahm took the metal helmet from a shelf, plugged some wires into it, and fitted it to Wally's head.

Step two: connect the headset. Complete.

He then took the hollow tubes and fitted spray nozzles to the ends. I gave a nod to Zatara, and she pressed a button. The tubes filled with liquid substances, to be sprayed on command.

Step three: position the chemical tubes. Complete.

Ahm walked out of the room and closed the door firmly behind him. He said, "He's ready."

I looked at Wally. He laid, the helmet on his head hooked to wires in the ceiling, chemical tubes positioned over him to spray him at command.

I took a deep breath.

"Morse, please activate the electric current on command. Grayson, open the chemical nozzle at the same time."

"Ready." They chorused.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Go."