(A/N: OKAY so IK how many mini-stories there are about Robin when he was little, but what about Kid Flash? He gets NO appreciation! SO, without further ado, here's my newly inspired story! *The story for the title will come in later~*
One quick note, I know what you've seen on TV but I follow the fact that Rudolph beats Wally =( no matter how sad, it be true. It WILL follow the show in a way that I assume Barry and Iris are unawares~
NOW onto the story,
Rating: K+
Pairings: Wally/Barry (son/father!), Barry/Iris (hubbie/wife)
Warning: Familiness~ Slight fluff
Title: ….
"Flash Thanksgiving"
6 Days until…
Most kids liked to count down to Christmas, but the Flash family was different, they preferred to count down to Thanksgiving and that was exactly what Wally was doing.
"Seven days!" Wally announced happily as he rushed down the stairs of his aunt and uncle's house that morning. Barry laughed at him.
"Sleep well I assume?" he asked his eleven year old nephew.
Wally nodded, bouncing excitedly in time with the bobs of his head, his body vibrated slightly in his obvious happiness. Barry sighed, rolling his eyes and getting up from where he was seated in front of the TV to get the child to hold still. He'd had his powers for about a year now but sometimes (mostly when he got real excited) he forgot how to control them… either that or his child-ness made him overly hyper.
Barry placed both of his hands on Wally's shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. "Calm down," he grinned, but was still a bit reprimanding, "we don't want another hole in the floor."
Wally stopped and blushed a bit. "That was an accident…"
Barry laughed. "Oh, I know, but it still happened."
Wally grinned a bit too, about to speak when a lovely smell drifted in front of his nose. He leaned back while Barry leaned forward to peer into the kitchen. Both dashed over to Iris's side in an instant.
"Watcha bakin'?" Wally asked, trying to sound casual as he rocked back and forth on his heels.
Iris sighed, not at all disturbed by their sudden appearance, and rolled her eyes. "Nothing for you to know about because if I told you you'd eat it all in under a minute," she scolded lightly and both speedsters rubbed the backs of their necks sheepishly, not denying it.
Iris laughed. "I'll let you try it later, I promise. Now Wally, go get your stuff together, your mom will be here soon and I'm not sure if you'll be staying very long."
"Aw…" Wally groaned, he hated leaving his aunt and uncle's house, it was just too much fun, and while he was happy his mother was coming to get him AND he knew he'd be back here in only seven days (one WHOLE week!) he'd still be sad to leave.
"Wallace," Iris said in a warning tone and Wally quick dashed off, no one disobeyed Iris when she spoke like that.
The second (literally) Wally was gone, Barry wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and kissed her ear. "Is it green bean casserole? You know how much I love that and that is sure what it smells like."
Iris caved. "Yes that's what it is- but NONE for you," she smacked away Barry's hand (which had been reaching for the spoon), "until THANKSGIVING. It's bad enough it takes me a little under a week to conjure up all the food you, your uncle and Wally eat, you nibbling it all slowly throughout said week will not help my cause."
Barry chuckled. "Ah, but doing that is part of tradition!"
"Not this year!" Iris argued. "Maybe if you help me bake –"
Barry stepped back, grinning. "What do you want me to do?"
"Pumpkin pie," she told him simply, knowing he was very good at cooking (unlike popular belief). She also knew, though that he'd probably eat whatever he cooked which would mean he'd have to cook it again, but as long as it wasn't what SHE was working on, Iris was okay with that.
Barry started to get together the things they need for the desert when the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Wally called as he zoomed by.
"Slow down Wally!" Iris called after him and she heard a skidding noise followed by a thud and several clinks. "Barry –" she started to say but he was already gone.
Wally stood up slowly in front of the door on the rug he'd now slid into the wall. He quickly picked up the picture frames he'd knocked over just as his uncle came over and straightened up the rug before opening the door.
Wally grinned at the figure there. "Hi Mom!"
Mary West smiled at her son as he hugged her. "Hey Wally, did you have a fun Friday?"
Wally nodded, beaming. "Yeah, being over here is always fun!"
Barry laughed and ruffled the boy's fiery hair. "I'm glad to hear that."
Iris stepped into the room just then, a towel in her hands as she dried them. She beamed at her sister in-law. "Hi Mary, how's it going?"
Mary smiled. "It's going good," she replied and then inhaled, "you baking already?"
Iris nodded. "I have to to keep up with him," she wound up her towel and whipped Barry in the butt. Barry yelped.
Mary stepped inside. "Do you need any help?" she asked politely.
"If you don't have time that's okay Mary –" Iris started to tell her but Mary held up one hand.
"I'm free today and I'd love to be of any help I can, you know I enjoy cooking," she said to Iris and Wally rubbed his tummy at the thought of it. He loved his mom's cooking.
Iris grinned. "Well then, be my guest," she said, gesturing towards the kitchen. Mary grinned, setting her purse down before heading into the room with Iris and Barry.
Wally grinned and dropped his bag by the door before hopping over the back of the couch and picking up an Xbox controller. Today was going to be a fun day.
4 Days until…
Wally groaned, tapping his pencil against his desk rapidly, every once in a while he'd slow down, reminding himself not to tap too fast in fear of: one, breaking the pencil, two, breaking the desk, or three, his identity being discovered, but every time he looked at the clock, he'd forget for a second. Only fifteen more minutes until he was out of this dreaded classroom and his Thanksgiving break could start –
CRACK! Wally winced as his pencil suddenly broke in half and one piece flew across the room. Luckily, said piece only hit the top of the fish tank, going into the water with a quiet PLOP. No one even flinched and Wally sighed in relief at the lack of observation skills for the average sixth grader.
"Alright class, I know you're anxious to leave but I have one last thing for you before you go," the teacher suddenly announced and the entire class groaned. The teacher held up one hand, making everyone be quiet before she continued.
"It's a small assignment," she started and a few people grumbled as she passed out a paper, "but it's about Thanksgiving, it won't take you very long, while you're eating or visiting OR on one of your off days, write a short essay on some of the traditions or things your enjoy most. It HAS to be at LEAST 200 words, but there is no limit to how long it can be." Once she was done handing them out she stood in the middle of the front of the class. "I don't want any of you coming back with just 'I like food,' or something less than that even –" just then the bell rang and everyone quickly started to head towards the door.
"That's due back Monday when you return! Have a nice Thanksgiving!" the teacher shouted over the sounds of everyone stampeding out the door. Wally grinned shoving the paper into the bottom of his backpack before pushing his way into the mob. He wouldn't think about that crumby paper right now, it wouldn't damper his mood. He was too happy to be out of school.
Wally burst out the doors with an excited "Woo!" and jogged/ran over to the spot where he usually waited. That's when he spotted a familiar red head waving at him. He walked over to him, a bit confused.
"Hi Uncle Barry, why are you picking me up?" he asked as the two climbed into the car.
Barry shrugged. "Well, I was out running errands for Iris (who I think secretly just wants me out of the house so I don't eat all of her food)," Wally laughed and Barry rolled his eyes in a teasing way, "and I decided I'd come and get you while I was out. What, do you not WANT to go with me?" He feigned being hurt while Wally replied.
"No, it's just, do my parents know?" he checked, fearing what would happen if he WASN' supposed to be getting picked up by his favorite Uncle. His dad would surely be upset if he showed up and Wally wasn't there.
Barry nodded, but his answer contradicted this movement. "Nope, I'm kidnapping you."
Wally laughed, now relieved. "Sweet, I've always wanted to be kidnapped."
Barry grinned evilly. "Good, because I'm going to torture you by making you smell delicious food and NOT being allowed to eat them! MWAHAHA!" Wally scrunched up his nose, knowing this was actually true and Barry laughed more naturally this time. "But my FIRST act of torture is actually going to be going to Sonic for a Pumpkin Pie Blast!"
Wally cheered again and they drove off.
Thanksgiving Day (2 Hours until the Feast)
Wally tapped his foot impatiently as he tried to watch TV at his house, but he just couldn't stay focused, every other minute or so he'd glance at the clock, groan and then try and watch the show (whatever it was) that was on the screen. He'd been doing this for about an hour and a half and his tapping was getting faster each time. Sometimes, it seemed being a speedster only made you more impatient, and as a child that can mean a LOT more impatient.
Rudolph growled softly and put down his paper to look sternly at his son. "Wally, please stop tapping," he said firmly and the boy did as told. Rudolph nodded to himself, returning to his paper only to put it down ten minutes later when the tapping started up softly again.
"WALLY," Rudolph warned again. Wally stopped just as his mom stepped in.
"Wally, you know you can always run around the house to calm down… or clean your room," Mary told him with a grin at the second one.
"Mom!" Wally groaned, falling back onto the cough, hands above him. "I'm just anxious to get to eat.
"Well we aren't leaving for another 25 minutes or so," Mary reminded him, heading back into the kitchen to cook a last few things.
"What if we leave now to help set up or cook?" Wally suggested, licking his lips. He could smell Uncle Barry's amazing cinnamon pumpkin pie already.
Rudolph sighed, paper back in front of his face as he spoke. "Wally, you eat enough in one day to feed three people and on Thanksgiving I SWEAR you and Barry alone (not to mention Jay) eat enough to feed Korea! I'm sure you can live just a little bit longer until you have to loosen your belt to fit it all in. Lord knows it'll be gone within an hour anyways."
Wally sighed, knowing he was right, but he was still impatient. He picked up the remote from the coffee table and began to flip through TV channels again.
Time still seemed to crawl for the boy, but finally his mom came out of the kitchen with her food in hand. "I'll be ready to leave in two minutes –" was all she had to say before Wally was up, shoes on in an instant, and helping her carry the stuff out to the car.
Mary sighed, hands on her hips, in the door frame. "Wallace West, go put a coat on it's freezing out here!" she scolded him and Wally quickly headed up to his room and slipped one on, bouncing up and down from excitement.
"I'm ready!" he said happily. "Mom, can I run there? PLEASE?" he begged, really wanting to get some energy out before he had to sit down for a long period of time again.
Mary, understand this, nodded. "YES, but call them first," she told him.
"Yay!" Wally said and headed over to the wall phone, dialing the number he knew by heart.
It rang once, twice…
"Allen residence, Barry speaking," a cheery voice answered and Wally grinned in response to hearing it.
"Hi Uncle Barry!" he said happily, still beaming.
"Hey kiddo!" Barry said back. "How's it going? You guys leaving soon?"
Wally nodded, forgetting his uncle couldn't see him. "It's going good, I'm excited, and we're leaving soon, but I was wondering –"
"If you could run over here?" Barry finished knowingly.
"Yeah," Wally said, grinning again, "how did you know?"
Barry laughed. "I can read minds," he said magically and Wally laughed too. "Sure you can, just be safe and wear the right shoes, okay?"
Wally nodded again. "Okay Uncle Barry, see you in a bit."
"See yah kiddo," he said and they both hung up.
"He said I could!" Wally told his mom, who was still waiting in the door for him while his dad was waiting in the truck.
"Alright, we'll see you over there," Mary said as Wally dashed up the stairs, changed his shoes, before running out the door and down the street.
Wally grinned to himself as he flew along *almost literally*. He loved running so much, he was glad he was his uncle's sidekick.
In less than five minutes, Wally was slowing to a dramatic stop in front of his second home. He saw his wind-blown hair in the reflection of the windows out front and he grinned before stepping inside (no, he didn't knock, he's eleven, no manners!).
"Lucy! I'm Home!" Wally called as he entered the house. He didn't understand the quote but he'd heard his dad use it before (on one of his really good days) so he'd decided to say it.
Upon saying this, Wally heard laughter in the kitchen and he skipped on over and saw both his aunt and uncle laughing.
"Where'd you learn that?" Barry asked him, grinning as he scooped up the kid like he was five. Wally didn't protest even though he was eleven.
"Have you see 'I Love Lucy'?" Iris asked and Wally turned a confused gaze to her.
"You love WHO?" he asked and Iris waved him off with one hand, returning to her cooking.
"Never mind," she told him softly, still chuckling a bit.
"So… watcha got for us to eat?" Wally asked Iris with a cheeky grin, still in his uncle's arms. When Iris turned to look at them, they put their faces next to each other's and put their best puppy dog eyes on.
Iris sighed and managed to avert her eyes after a minute and continue to cook. "If you boys REALLY can't wait one single hour for everyone to show up and eat…" She glanced over her shoulder and saw both all but drooling already and she smiled, rolling her eyes, "I made about five pumpkin pies you boys can split one –"
"YAY!" Both speedsters cried. Barry set Wally down and the two raced over to the fridge to get one out. Then, they quickly got two forks and a thing of whipped cream and dug in.
Iris laughed. "Clean up your mess when you're done!" she told them firmly, still smiling.
"`E `ill," they said through their food.
"`ank `ou Aunt I`is," Wally said at the same time Barry managed to say, "`ove `ou honey."
Iris laughed and opened the oven to check on the GIANT turkey. "I love you guys too, and you're welcome."
By the time the two boys had eaten one whole pie and cleaned up their mess, the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Barry called (even though Iris was only a few feet away) and jogged over to the door.
"Jay! Joan! Nice to see you," Barry's voice greeted.
"Barry!" Jay's voice boomed as Wally stepped out of the kitchen to see them shaking hands. "It's nice seeing you too, thanks for having us over."
"Anytime man," he said, grinning, "anytime."
Joan stepped around and headed into the kitchen, helping Iris carry out some food just as another car pulled up front.
Barry looked at Wally with a smile. "You're parents are here."
Wally grinned and rushed out to help his mom carry some of her food inside…
The dining room was soon stacked to the brim with food and plates as the people began to sit down to eat. Wally looked like a starving wolf ready to dive in, but his mother stopped him.
"Wally, we have to say grace first," she told him and he shrunk back, embarrassed that he'd forgotten. Everyone joined hands and said a quick prayer, finishing with a quiet amen.
"Alright, let's eat!" Jay announced and the three speedsters quickly dug in, the rest quick to follow.
Food was passed around, stories were shared and people laughed as they ate their yummy food. Rudolph joked again about feeding Korea as Wally and Barry seemed to race to fill up their plate for the seventh time.
Iris sighed as she started to clean up the ladies' places. "They eat like starving animals every meal, I swear," she muttered under her breath.
"Agreed," Joan said with a laugh as they headed into the kitchen to wash dishes.
Wally burped as he finished off his giant half-of-a pumpkin pie. "That was amazing," he said with a satisfied grin.
Barry laughed. "Yeah, and MAYBE it was worth all the torture of smelling it for days."
"It's not my fault I have to cook to feed THREE MEN with high metabolism," Iris jaunted, poking her husband in the stomach (who yelped in a manly *not* way).
Wally beamed wickedly, flipping his hair to one side and saying smoothly, "It's part of our charm."
Mary rolled her eyes, hearing that when she came in and ruffled her son's hair. Wally grinned up at her.
"Now, help your aunt clean up, be polite Mr. Ladies-Man," she teased him. Wally grinned again, but listened, carrying his dish to the sink before speeding back into the room as the last part of their tradition began, cleaning up in less than five minutes with the thanks of three speedsters. The families then sat down in the living room and continued to chat with the football game on.
Wally looked up at his mom, remembering something. "Is my backpack in your car still from this morning?"
Mary looked at him and nodded. "Yeah," she said, getting out the keys and handing them to him. "Good thing you put it in their earlier, or else you WOULD have forgotten."
Wally grinned and dashed outside, getting out his backpack and taking it inside. He handed back his keys to his mom and got out a piece of paper. He placed a folder underneath it and chewed on the end of his pencil while he lay on the floor, kicking his legs slowly back and forth in the air.
Then, he got it; he wrote down the title and began.
"My Thanksgiving Tradition"
It all starts when we began preparing about six days before…
(A/N: YAY! And that is the ending~ I hope you all enjoyed it ^-^ If I get enough ideas and enough reviews I'll continue with more one-shots. ALSO I only kind of know the Flash family. I REALLY know Barry and his family and Wally and his but I didn't know Jay at all so sorry if this is wrong xD I just know they celebrated his birthday together in "Downtime" so I assumed~
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