Because so many people asked for it, here's the second part to GINASFS; a happy ending for Dick and Wally.

Song is I Still Ain't Over You by Augustana. (Lyrics are italicized)

I own nothing and all that other disclaimer bs. Enjoy.


Out of luck and out of tune

Half the day and I'm confused

Dick was out of sorts. Nothing was making sense right now.

He was lost without…he couldn't say that name. Well, he could, but it made him more confused than it should have. He had thought when they had broken up that it would be the end of it. He would be able to move on and things would be fine again. He wouldn't—couldn't go back.

But the truth of the matter was this: he was lost without Wally.

Dick was in his room on one of his lucky days off thinking about how this made him feel. He was sitting on his bed in sweats and a light t-shirt, music playing through his headphones, legs crossed as he leaned back against the headboard with his laptop on his lap. Originally he'd been planning on sorting through some old case files and, in general, just messing around with his computer all day. But when he'd been searching through some old folders looking for surveillance pictures, he'd found old photos of him and Wally instead.

There was the album of their first date, documented with a small amount of pictures of them at the fair, smiling shy smiles at each other and standing closer than friends but farther apart than in later pictures.

The next album was of one of their later dates, this time at a park. Wally had come and taken Dick away from school in the middle of the day and run them to the park where a picnic was already set up on the grass. This time, most of the pictures were of them laughing and smiling with each other while Dick was sitting on Wally's lap. There was even one or two pictures of them kissing, the first ones they'd taken like that. Dick remembered how, eventually, the camera had been forgotten and they'd started making out with no one watching but the birds above them.

The album that he'd been looking through for the last (he glanced with surprise at the clock in the bottom right corner) 2 hours was huge. Over 3,000 pictures. It was, by far, one of the best memories he had with Wally. They'd spent the day at Wally's house while his parents were out so they wouldn't be disturbed. For obvious reasons. Some of the pictures were…well, revealing. Dick couldn't get enough of Wally and he'd started snapping pictures of the other boy as soon as he'd gotten there and hadn't stopped, even when Wally had started taking off both of their clothes. This time, it took longer for the camera to be forgotten, but eventually Dick's hands had been put to better use. He'd tossed aside the metal box and had focused instead on Wally.

Looking through the pictures made Dick more than confused. He was positively bewildered.

Love may wash away the bruise
But I still ain't over you

When they had broken up, Dick had been…devastated was too strong of a word. Disappointed wasn't strong enough. He was somewhere in between, somewhere that left him confused and hurt and sad yet happy but not and really just all around heart broken and perplexed.

He'd tried not to show it, tried moving on, hooking up and dating different girls (and guys) he met from here or there. Sure, the relationships didn't really last long and some of them didn't even last long enough to be called a true relationship, but for a while they had held back the sadness Dick had felt at losing Wally. For a while, he convinced almost everyone that he was happy.

But Dick was good at lying to everyone except himself.

He still loved Wally, no matter how many people he dated trying to convince himself otherwise.

Damn the day that I forgot
Came so close then almost lost

There had been one day when he had thought that maybe things would start to look up again.

It had been after a mission and they were all worn out. They'd all come back to the mountain exhausted beyond belief and had collapsed on the couches, wearily falling into the cushions and onto each other. Superboy and Megan were spread out on one couch while Artemis and Aqualad were sitting on the other. Dick was lying with his head in Wally's lap like they normally had done when they were together. Wally's fingers traced their usual nonsensical patterns into his scalp and Dick sighed happily as he settled against the ginger haired boy's lap.

Eventually, Dick woke up from what appeared to have been a fairly long nap. The clock now read 4 hours later than before and he and Wally were the only people left in the room. Wally still seemed to be asleep and Dick didn't want to wake him when he looked so peaceful. He sat up carefully, bracing his hands on the sofa over Wally's shoulders. He stopped for a second, looking at the beautiful face and the long lashes resting against freckled cheeks and for one small eternity he thought that they were still together. He leaned forward to kiss the lips that he knew so well until Wally's eyes fluttered open.

There had been some kind of awkward explanation on Dick's part as to why he was so close and then they had both headed for their respective rooms in the midst of the only awkward silence they had ever experienced.

Damn it, Dick had thought, so close. So. Damn. Close…

It's been one year and 14 months
But I still ain't over you

Dick brought up the properties on the last album he was looking at. For some reason, he couldn't remember the exact date that they'd ended it. Sure, he could remember the conversation and the hurt expression in Wally's eyes when he hadn't tried to talk him out of the break up, but he couldn't remember what the exact date was. Probably because he tried to block it out…

The last album's properties menu flashed up on the screen. Dick's eyebrows raised in surprise. Over two years ago. Two years and two months ago, give or take about a week. That was both longer and shorter than he had expected.

After they'd first broken up, time had seemed to stop. Minutes lasted for hours and hours were days. The first full week was the worst. But he'd gotten through it and time had sped up again. It had sped up so fast that he'd gone almost two and a half years without being with Wally.

That was such a long time…

Hey, I'm the blood in your veins
I'm the cold when it rains
I'm your heart when it breaks

Even if his name was close, Dick didn't like to get too cocky. It wasn't good for anyone and egos could get you killed in his line of work.

But he was fairly confident that it wasn't too egotistical of him to say that, for a while at least, he'd been Wally's everything. The cheese to his macaroni. The peanut butter to his jelly. The air in his lungs. The blood in his veins.

The only one that he'd ever really loved in that way.

And the scary-funny thing about the whole situation was that it had been the same way for Dick. Wally had become his whole world. They had done everything together and they had been everything for each other. Friend, confidant, lover.

Until they hadn't been anymore and things had gotten turned upside down.

Time, no, it ain't on our side
I'm the truth to your lie
I'm your tear when you cry

Dick knew that, statistically speaking, most people that had broken up didn't get back together. Well, they didn't get back together in the way that he wanted to get back together with Wally. Where it lasted. Where they would be friends again but also more. Most people who ended up "getting back together" with their exes hooked up and then regretted it the next day.

Dick had never regretted anything with Wally except walking away and he didn't want to add anything else to that short list. Yet he knew that the longer they stayed apart the less chance they had of ever having anything meaningful again.

He really hated time sometimes…

Back and forth and side to side
Right ain't wrong if wrong ain't right

He gently closed his laptop and lay back on his bed, contemplating this whole situation.

Should he call Wally? Would it be so wrong to come out and say how he had felt, still felt, and probably always would feel?

Dick closed his eyes, running one hand through his hair as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with the other. It wasn't necessarily wrong, he thought, but it wasn't really right either.

Then again, nothing had ever felt as right as when he was with Wally. So that had to be right. The feel of the other boy in his arms, such a distant memory, came back to him and it felt so good, so real, like he was actually pressed up against the speedster instead of lying in his own bed. Everything about Wally was right so being with him couldn't be wrong.

But…

Wally had wanted to end it, had told Dick that it was over, that he didn't want to be with him anymore. And damn it all if he hadn't seemed to mean it. It had felt wrong to Dick, but then again breakups normally did. He thought back to the way they had simply walked out of each other's lives with nothing more than a "sorry, I don't think we should do this anymore." Dick's heart ached as he remembered walking around the streets of Gotham, confused, sad and chased by demons of things he could have said, should have said, to change Wally's mind.

Nothing that made him hurt that much could be right, could it?

I will love you day and night
'Cause I still ain't over you

Damn it all to hell! Dick thought, slamming a closed fist against the mattress. Why did it matter what was right or wrong? He loved Wally and that was all that mattered. Sometimes love was right and sometimes it was wrong, but it was always something that you could feel, that you could know only when you were already under its control. Dick knew it as the feeling that he got only when thinking about or being with Wally.

It didn't matter what anyone else thought, he knew what he was experiencing and what it meant.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't all true. It mattered what Wally thought. Dick's pulse sped up. What if Wally (he took more pleasure than he should have in quietly mouthing his name) didn't want to get back together? That'd probably break Dick's heart for good and he'd never be able to recover. Well, maybe that was just a tad overdramatic, but he would most definitely feel more than just regret and sadness if the other boy didn't return his feelings.

Hey, I'm the blood in your veins
I'm the cold when it rains
I'm your heart when it breaks

It just seemed so right to go back to Wally. Not that he was a dog that was running back to his master with his tail between his legs or anything like that. Wally was just so perfect that life seemed to be so much more…well, dull without him.

It was like...you know the feeling you get when you walked outside and you could smell that it was going to rain? The anticipation comes first closely followed by the excitement that the rain brings. At least for Dick, it was possible to stand outside for hours waiting for the rain to eventually pour down and seep through his clothes, both cooling and cleansing him as the droplets pounded against his skin.

That's what Wally's love was like: refreshing and wonderfully blissful. Just like he would wait for the rain, Dick would wait (had waited) for a long time for Wally's love. He just hoped that there was a storm coming so he could bask in the showers of his love like he would in the rain.

Time, no, it ain't on our side
I'm the truth to your lie
I'm your tear when you cry

Dick's phone vibrated next to him and tore him out of his thoughts. He picked it up, hands shaking, mind wondering and daring to hope that maybe it was—

Wally.

It was too much. It was just enough. It was perfect. It was…about to go to voicemail.

Dick answered quickly, willing his voice not to shake. He couldn't believe it. Here he'd wanted to call him and Wally had called. It was strange, the way fate worked sometimes.

As Dick calmly (more calmly than he thought possible with his heart beating against his rib cage like a prisoner) listened to Wally's request for help on a mission, he bounced slightly on the bed. He was talking to Wally again. It was childish and imaginative, but he thought he heard a note of the old tenderness in Wally's voice as he said goodbye.

"Wait!" Dick said, desperately, hoping against hope that he wasn't wrong in what he heard. "Is there…anything else?"

Wally paused, not speaking for a good six seconds before answering. "Nope. That's it. See you."

The line clicked dead before Dick said "Liar." He knew when Wally was lying (or at least he thought he had) and that was one of the biggest lies he had ever heard Wally tell him.

Something was up…

'Cause when the walls come crashing in
When the flames come closing in
Just remember time and again
I still ain't over you, hey

Things weren't going well. The base the Young Justice team was trying to infiltrate was collapsing around them and Dick was having a hard time finding his way out. His com wasn't working and he was quickly running out of options and places to escape the flames.

In a last ditch effort, Dick called out to Wally, using up the last of the good air in his lungs to summon him. As Dick started choking on the smoke in the air around him, Wally appeared next to him. His face was set in a grim line of determination as he scooped up Dick in his arms and held him close. The younger boy couldn't do anything but hold on as Wally quickly moved them through the flames and around the fallen debris. Time seemed to slow down and everything moved in slow motion as his heart pounded in his ears and Wally ran through the debris to safety, clutching Dick to his chest tightly.

As they finally reached the clean air outside, Wally gingerly set Dick down. Dick was still weak and coughing and he supported himself on Wally's shoulder, both of his arms wrapped around the strong neck that had always been there for him to rest on. He coughed the small amount of smoke and ash out of his mouth and stood up to face Wally.

His face was covered in black soot and there was a semi-healed gash over the left side of his cheek. Dick gently ran a finger over it as he looked into the goggle-covered green eyes that he could feel looking back at him.

"Wally…I…I love you…" Dick sputtered out, his voice choosing not to cooperate fully. He couldn't wait any longer to say it. He'd almost died in there and it gave him a huge reality check. Some things just shouldn't wait.

Oh hey, I'm the blood in your veins
I'm the cold when it rains
I'm your heart when it breaks

Wally stared at him dumbfounded and Dick's heart broke. It fell out of his chest and broke into a million tiny pieces on the ground at Wally's feet. Or it might have from the amount of pain that raked through his body when Wally didn't say anything.

Dick cleared his throat (also pretty high up on the pain scale but not nearly close to his shattered heart's pain) and looked away, removing his hands form around Wally's neck.

"I…I'm sorry, Wally. I—"

Wally reached out to stop him from backing away. "You…love me?" he asked. His eyes (where had his goggles gone?) shining brightly in the dark night. Dick dared to hope.

"Yes. Always have, always will," he said with a small, sad smile. It felt like a knife was being pushed into his chest. Why couldn't Wally just reject him if that's what he was going to do?

"Oh Dick," Wally said, pulling him close and gently smashing their faces together. Dick's heart leapt back into his chest and his arms moved up to wrap again around the back of Wally's head. He didn't care that he'd used his first name, or that Wally tasted like smoke and fire, or that they should probably be responding to the urgent message from Aqualad coming through Wally's quickly discarded com.

All that mattered was that Wally was kissing him, holding him in his arms like nothing had changed.

Time, no, it ain't on our side
'Cause I'm the truth to your
lie
I'm your tear when you cry

Eventually Dick pulled back because he was still having trouble getting a deep breath through his lungs. Wally seemed to be having the same problem as he leaned his forehead against Dick's. Whether it was from the smoke inhalation or from the kiss, Dick couldn't tell, but he didn't care at this moment.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you to say that?" Wally said, cupping Dick's face and tenderly brushing his fingers over his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips, everywhere.

Dick managed a small smile as he leaned slightly against the touch. "You could have said it, too, you know."

Wally smiled his dazzling smile and Dick felt his heart melt a bit. "Alright. I love you, Dick," Wally whispered against Dick's ear. "I have for the longest time and I can't believe I ever let you go."

Dick, for reasons unquantifiable as anything other than happiness, began to tear up. He sniffed and Wally pulled back to wipe away a tear from his cheek with the pad of his thumb. Dick couldn't speak, but he reached up to take of his mask, hoping that his eyes would convey all that he couldn't say.

"I'm still not over you, Dick," Wally said, gently kissing another tear from Dick's cheek. "And I don't think I ever want to be," he murmured as he leaned down to capture Dick's lips between his own again.