A/N: Okay, here's the second chapter! I'm sorry it's so short, I promise the next chapters will be longer. I'll try and post chapter 3 on Sunday to make up for the shortness. Also, thank you to everyone who's reviewed my story, I really appreciate it. Anyway, here's the story!

Chapter 2: You Know You're Not Alone

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Jaime

Jaime had noticed how strange Bart had been acting since Wally's death. At first he had just assumed Bart was grieving and needed space, but Bart was actively avoiding everyone and hadn't spoken to anyone on the Team or League in three days.

So Jaime was determined to find Bart and talk to him. He was hanging out near the zeta tubes, waiting for Bart to zeta into the Watchtower.

"Recognized: Kid Flash, B23."

"Finally!" Jaime groaned. Bart walked out of the tube and Jaime grabbed his shirt and dragged him away.

"Woah, hermano, slow down there!" Bart said. Jaime stopped in an empty hallway and glared at Bart.

"Bart, what's wrong?" Jaime demanded, crossing his arms.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Just, you know, dealing with a lot of stuff right now. But I've got it under control and I am pumped to-"

"Bart." Jaime interrupted. "You are not fine. You've been avoiding everyone and no one has seen you in three days." Jaime sighed. "I'm worried about you, ese."

Bart looked surprised to hear Jaime say that. He swallowed thickly and looked down. "It's just… I feel wrong being Kid Flash. Like I'm taking Wally's memory and diluting it or something. I know Artemis said it was okay, but I don't feel like I deserve this! I can never be the hero Wally ever was." Jaime could see the dark look in Bart's eyes.

Jaime put a hand on Bart's shoulder. "Bart, you have already proved yourself to be a hero. You don't need to be better or sacrifice everything else to be a hero. I'm pretty sure you already have. You left your family, your life, everything to come here and save the world. You deserve to be happy. Wally would be proud of you." Bart's face darkened even more at the mention of his family.

"Thanks." Bart said, before forcing a smile and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Well, I gotta go shower! Been a long day and all. Bye!"

"Hey, hermano?" Jaime called. Bart turned to him expectantly. "If you ever need to talk, I'll be here for you."

Bart smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. See ya!" He sped out of the hallway. Jaime just shook his head.

Bart was scarcely anything but his peppy personality. But in those rare moments, Bart became a mystery full of dark secrets. Jaime knew that Bart didn't like to talk about the future, and he had to wonder if it was a lot worse than Bart let on.

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Bart

Bart adjusted the heat of his shower, and stood under the spray for a few moments. The lump in his throat grew, and he began crying, loud hiccuping sobs echoing through the bathroom. He let the tears flow down his face, mixing in with the spray of hot water.

"I love you, Bart. Now go!" His mom hugged him tight, then gently pushed him out the door of the dilapidated grocery store.

"Mom…" he said, turning back to her. He could see the desperation deep in her eyes. She glanced behind her and cursed.

"Go, Bart. He's here! Run!" Bart stumbled out the door and into the ash-filled parking lot. He ran, leaving the store behind and heading down the cracked street. The eerie silence was pierced by a scream, and Bart's eyes filled with tears, but he refused to look back. He had to keep running.

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Artemis

"Artemis, he wanted me to tell you…"

"No. No…"

"He loved you."

Artemis was huddled on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. It had been three days since Wally had died, and she hadn't slept. She couldn't. Every time she tried, she would wake up gasping from horrible nightmares.

So instead she sat on her couch in her home, trying to keep her mind off of every thought that had been haunting her.

There was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Zatanna.

"Sure," she shrugged. Zatanna opened the door and walked in. She put a hand on her shoulder.

"Artemis, you should get some sleep. You don't look good."

Artemis sighed. "I can't. I'm having nightmares."

"About Wally?" Zatanna asked softly.

"About everything." She scoffed, resting her chin on her knees. "I miss him," she murmured.

"I know." Zatanna sighed. She was silent a moment. "What're you watching?" she finally asked.

"Some crime show."

"Cool." she flopped down beside her on the couch, making herself comfortable. Artemis smiled, and for the first time in three days, she relaxed.

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Dick

Dick kneeled on the frozen ground, brushing snow out of the way. He was in the Arctic, a week after Wally's death. He frowned as he noticed dried blood on the ice, and quickly bagged it. He stood up.

"Y'know, sneaking up on people is not very nice," he said without turning around.

"When was the last time you slept?" Batman answered. Dick could feel Batman's gaze on his back. Dick didn't answer, turning around to face Batman.

"He's gone, Dick." Batman's voice became soft.

"Maybe not. Isn't it strange how he disappeared without a trace? Is it possible he could've somehow jumped into the Speedforce or went back in time and-"

"Dick," Batman interrupted. "You're in denial. What happened to Wally was tragic, and I know you were friends, but you need to face the facts."

"I am facing the facts!" Dick cried. "He might not be dead! The Speedforce is-"

"People die, Dick," Batman snapped. "Sometimes you can't save them."

"Like how you couldn't save Jason?" Dick snarled. He felt guilty the second he said it.

"I'm sorry, Bruce. That was uncalled for."

Batman just pursed his lips. "He's dead, Dick. You can keep searching if you want, but don't expect to find anything." Batman strode back to the Batwing in stony silence. Dick watched him go, listening to the Batwing as it flew off. He sighed and looked back down at the ice.

"Where are you, Wally?"

A/N: Hmm. Dick may be on to something here. :) But oh my gosh, writing these chapters is making me sad. Poor Wally! *Sigh* Anyway, just a reminder, I'm planning on posting Chapter 3 on Sunday. Stay whelmed, folks!