I OWN NOTHING!

WOW THAT'S DEPRESSING…

"—this will stand as the sixth murder in the Central City area in the past month. Victims have been categorized as young males, each brutally tortured then murdered. Police are urging anyone with any information to contact—"

Wally clicked off the overly dramatic news anchor and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He stood, feeling a little thirsty, his mind now focused on checking if he had any more sodas left. He took a step, wobbled as his weight was placed absently onto his right ankle and yelped before crashing to the ground.

He landed hard on his side, bringing his leg up in pain. His ankle, how could he have forgotten?

On a routine mission to an off world planet, that Supes just had to help, he had gotten caught in an avalanche, along with Batman. Both Leaguers had been bruised and battered by the time the others had found them. Batman now sported a mild concussion while Flash was stuck with a twisted ankle. Superman had been firm in placing them both on the injured list. Wally was out for two weeks, while Batman, had only allowed Clark to keep him away from one week. Suffice to say that he would probably spend said week rounding up Jokers who had gotten a little to uppity in Gotham.

That left the Flash, no, Wally West stuck in his apartment with nothing more to do then hear about a homicidal manic that was running all willy nilly in his city. He sighed into his green carpeting knowing that even if he did call the Tower about it, they would say it was a matter for police to handle, that is, until the killer got freakish powers and decided to take over the world. Something Wally doubted very much would happen.

He pushed himself up, glaring daggers at the wrap around his ankle, as he heard a small quick knock at his door.

"Son of a…" He winced and pulled himself up into a sitting position to see the doors status. It was unlocked,

"Come on in, John." He called, not bothering to put on a shirt over his white undershirt and feeling just comfortable in his red boxers.

The door handle turned and a face peeped in, glancing around and opening the door fully.

There, in his doorway, stood the most gorgeous woman Wally West had ever seen. She was tall and slender, her frame brought out nicely by the dark tight dress she wore, unashamed, up to her upper thigh. Her nails were French manicured and trimmed. Her hair fell into neat layers onto her shoulder, brown with a hint of blonde. She had a puzzled look on her face, her sea green eyes going wide as they fell upon him,

"Oh!" She held up a hand to her face and partially turned away. This didn't help much for Wally's ego,

"I'm so sorry…I heard a noise…I was just checking to see if everything's ok."

She blushed, but Wally couldn't help but notice that see was peeking through her fingers ever so slightly.

"Not a prob." He used his good leg and pushed himself completely in her view, "I twisted my ankle on the job…still not used to it."

She dropped her hand and rushed in the room, her black heels making small indents in his carpet,

"Are you ok?" She asked, helping him to his feet and onto the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just going to get some soda." His eyes went longingly to the kitchen and the woman followed his gaze. She walked over and opened his fridge.

"You don't seem to have…." She checked the cabinets, "…anything."

Wally let out a deflated sigh. He watched as she walked back to him,

"And with that ankle…it looks like you won't be shopping anytime soon." She smiled at him.

"How about I pick a few things up for you? Maybe later we can even have dinner together or something."

He grinned, he liked this even more by the second.

"That would be great…er…"

"Julia Starlet. I just moved in upstairs." She held out her hand,

"Wally West. Nice to meet you. You're a real lifesaver." She smiled even wider,

"I'll be back in an hour. Until then Wally."

Wally sat on his couch, trying to take in what had just happened. A totally hot babe had just offered to buy him groceries and even have dinner with him. It barely even took a bit of the old West charm to reel her in. He grinned his trademark grin and sat back on the couch, his hands on the back of his head, as he surveyed his kingdom.

He paused and looked himself over. Old white undershirts and red boxers weren't the thing he should be wearing when she came back, although he did look damn sexy in them.

He grinned again as he got up with no problem this time and was able to hobble into his bedroom.

'Heh, no problem.' He thought to himself…at least…until he tried to get his pants on.

Julia Scarlet decided she needed to run home for a few things before going shopping. She clicked up her stairs towards her new apartment door, fishing out her keys and opening the door to her darkened apartment with a smile.

"Moonsy! Mommy's home!" She cooed when she spotted the tabby sprawled out like a queen across her silk covered bed.

The cat gave her a weary look, clearly displeased at the thought of being woken up.

"Aw, don't be like that snuggims…Mommy made a friend today!"

Somehow this peaked the animal's interest and he got up, strolling richly through the shag carpeting with a flare.

Julia bent down and stroked Moonsy's back, relishing the feel of the animal's soft fur.

And to think she had only had this animal for a week.

She smiled sweetly as her delicate fingers ran over its pure white collar. The accessory was a bit rough but it had been crafted well and was a treasured keepsake to Julia.

"Yes. Mommy'll bring him over soon, Moonsy…then…hmm…we'll I'll think of something to do…"

She laughed and whether or not instinctively, the cat darted away, vanishing in a blur of white and black.

Julia did not seem upset by its actions, instead she rose, collected her items and set out once more, leaving her cat alone in her room, a room in white it was surrounded by white.

I'VE FINALLY SETTLED MOST OF MY RANTS BUT KNOWING MY LIFE IT WON'T LAST

I'VE ALREADY STARTED THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS OF MY OTHER STORIES THAT AREN'T ON HIATUS SO EXPECT UPDATES FOR THEM SOON…