A/N I originally decided for this story to be a one shot but to thanks to the people who have favourited and left positive/constructive reviews on my story, I've felt motivated to continue it. Thank you so much to those people, I highly appreciate your feedback and take it on board. I'm new to writing in fan fiction and your reads and reviews mean a lot. This chapter may seem a little confusing as it takes place in another dimension/time frame but I promise when if you wait for future chapters it'll all begin to make sense. Love you guys so much! Also can someone tell me how to add in line breaks via a tablet? Thanks xx

THREE YEARS AGO

The three speedsters sped around the alien bomb gone chrysalis. Energy bouncing from it hit Wally like a train, electrocuting every part of his body. He cried in agony; he was dying, but wasn't dead yet.

"Bart, slow down to knock off some of the energy attacking Wally," Barry ordered Impulse.

Before they could slow down, Wally saw himself slowly turn transparent as more energy struck him.

"It's no use," Wally said, "man Artemis is going to kill me, don't even get me started on mum and dad!"

"Kid!" Barry cried

"Just tell them, ok?" Wally weakly smiled. Before they could say anymore, he felt himself disappear.

It was all black. But only for a few minutes, or a few days; Wally wasn't sure. He had reawakened somewhere different, still running like he did when he, the Flash and Impulse were running to stop the speed force from an alienated bomb. The sky was a vivid purple colour, and the stars glowed bright orange. He was no longer running on the snowy ground of the North Pole, but on a sandy desert plain.

He wasn't dead; at least he didn't feel dead. Wally kept running, he didn't know why but he did. In the distance he heard Artemis' voice, her voice from their memories. Maybe the reason he kept running was because maybe he could catch up to Artemis' voice.

Wally didn't know how long he had been running for, time didn't seem to exist wherever he was. He hadn't seen a single sign of civilisation anywhere, just desert plains. Wally ran until he could run no more, he was panting the hardest he ever had and his legs were trembling from exhaustion. Where am I? He thought to himself, why am I not dead?

The ground was unusually soft and comfortable for a ground, Wally lay down looking up into the weird coloured sky, anticipating where he was and what was happening. What if he was dead and this was his afterlife? He'd probably never know, there was no sign of any life form anywhere.

Artemis. Wally wondered what she was doing right now, how she was feeling, how she was she coping with his sudden departure from earth. Wally felt guilt choke him, he had just left her like that. He knew that he couldn't help it, he never asked the energy from the speed force to exit via him, however, he had just ran off to stop the bomb going chrysalis, before he could even say goodbye to her. How could he be so careless, he should have known that there'd be a possibility he could "die", he shouldn't have left her so abruptly.

A voice inside his head that wasn't his own was telling him he should keep running, try and get to the other side; the other side of what he did not know. But Wally was too tired and weak to keep going, he felt as if he had been running for days. His cupboards had half a packet of chicken weezies left, which Wally was sure wasn't going to last very long thanks to his fast metabolism.

If Wally wasn't dead yet, he'd very much soon be. With the very little food left, no water and no Artemis, his fate had already been written out; he'd perish here. Wally hoped like everything in his life, that his real death would be fast, so he'd suffer less. Wally thought that if he tried to sleep, he'd perhaps die in his sleep. Slowly he shut his eyes, hopefully not having to wake up again and suffer more.

Sleeping wasn't much help though, it just made him feel worse.

Wally dreamt of Artemis after his departure. Her crying with the pain of his loss and dreading every day she had without him. Visions of the happiness getting drained out of her life, changing her mentality, erupting inner demons inside of her, because of him, because she thought he was truly dead. Wally tried to wake up from this nightmare, but he couldn't, the rest of his body was too tired and his eyelids were too heavy to open.

He saw Artemis distancing herself from everyone she cared about to the point she no longer were connected with them. He saw her began to take less care of herself, her personality, the main thing Wally had loved her for, fade away. Eventually it looked as though Artemis was nearly driven to insanity and there wasn't anything Wally could do about it.

It was too much for Wally to take. He woke up, screaming and drenched in sweat. God, he hoped that what he just dreamed wasn't the reality, that it really was all a dream. Time was confusing in this new dimension, as Wally was unsure on how long he was actually asleep. It felt like weeks or maybe even years, but maybe it could've been only five minutes, Wally would never know. But he didn't care about that at this moment, all he cared about was Artemis, the agony she could be in; he couldn't let the possibility of that dream being real slip, because if it was and he took his sweet time getting out of this dimension, the damage that Artemis could have done to herself that Wally could have put a stop to would be something he'd never forgive himself for.

Wally was still low on food and water and too weak to walk. But he had to, Artemis was perishing in her emotions that he was responsible for. Slowly, Wally got up, his legs felt frail and were shaking struggling to maintain balance. He then began to trudge tardily to somehow find an exit from this place and get back home; to Artemis