By popular demand here is chapter two. This is the end. There is no more.
The West house hold was quiet. It had been since Wally had become Doctor Fate (or possessed by being a better way of putting it) because he was never around. Mary and Rudolph had still not grown used to the silence. Sure Wally would leave for maybe a week with his uncle but he would always call. People joked that he had two sets of parents. His aunt and uncle and his mom and dad. But that only hurt knowing that with him gone.
They met down in the kitchen like they did every morning, not noticing a small amount of noise being made upstairs.
Upstairs was Wally in his bed tossing and turning, his face scrunching up uncomfortably. It wasn't until the sun peered into his room that he slowly opened his eyes. Groggily, he sat up in his bed. He began to rub his eyes and yawn. God, he felt tired. What was Nabu doing to him? Making him… tired? He opened his eyes to see his bedroom. Or maybe it was an illusion of it. He didn't want the darkness anymore so maybe he made an illusion.
"Um… this is odd," he said swinging his feet over the side of his bed. He flinched at the cold wood floor. But he soon stood up. His legs felt like jelly as he nearly fell, using the bed to hold him up. He questioned why he would send his mind to a place like this where he felt so tired. So weak. Once he was able to get his bearings, he stood up straight and left his room.
He yawned as the drowsiness refused to leave him. He walked down the stairs not really paying attention and walked into the kitchen. His mom was cooking on the stove, her back to Wally and his dad was reading the paper. He yawned again, mumbling something about meeting the team and zipped out. He didn't hear the glass break that his mom was taking a sip of orange juice from. He did not hear the movement of his dad's paper. The two looked at each other. Staring for a second Rudolph stood up and went into Wally's room. It looked the same as it did months ago except for one thing, they had made his bed months ago for if… no when he came home. The sheets were all messed up from someone tossing and turning in them.
"Oh my god," he said barely a whisper to be heard.
…
Wally didn't bother changing into his suit. He could run faster than anyone could really see who he was anyway. He still had many yawns. He could not begin to fathom why he was so tired. He blamed Nabu. Stupid god-like body snatcher. Oh, there's an idea for a movie… Forget the Avengers, Nabu stealing bodies looking for the perfect host in Kid Flash would be an awesome movie. The question was how to convince people to make the movie? It wasn't like he could really talk to anyone with being in Nabu's control.
During his thinking he zipped into the mountain. Ah, hallucinations.
Robin sat in the couch in what they had deemed the "living room". He was looking at some older pictures of Kid Flash, Wally, before he dawned the helmet. He cursed himself for what happened. He should have been on that mission. He could have saved him. He was the Boy freakin Wonder. What kind of hero or friend was he if he couldn't stop Wally from being controlled?
He heard the computer say something but was too engrossed in the pictures to notice what it was saying.
Meanwhile Wally felt a familiar stroke of pain that he had not felt in a while. He was hungry. He grunted as he ran to the fridge, surprised to see that in his head he did not have it stocked with his usual quick food. It had some quick things like fruit, but none of the overly sugary teeth rotting food he was used to. He grabbed a few apples and pears before heading to the living room.
He sat on a chair near Robin. Robin was looking at something though Wally couldn't tell what. He rolled his eyes and took a bite of a pear.
"So… what cha' lookin at?" he asked. He noticed the Boy Wonder tense. He went back to doing whatever he was doing a second ago. Wally blinked. What was wrong with his mind world? Wouldn't they at least respond?
"Robin? Dick?" he asked. That got a reaction from the young hero. He jerked his head and looked Wally dead in the eye. His mouth gaped. He stood up off the floor. He looked down at Wally. Slowly, he touched Wally's face. Wally was now confused. Even more so when Dick slapped him. Reacting how he would if he were not Nabu's puppet, he yelled.
"What the heck?" he yelled rubbing his red cheek. Then he was even more surprised when Robin hugged him. Practically burying his head into Wally's chest. Wally put his arms around Robin.
"Don't you ever do that again," Robin demanded. Wally raised a brow. The helmet? But he was still wearing… oh right… dream world.
"Dude, relax. Not again," he said. Robin looked up at him. He let go and smacked him outside the head for good measure.
"Ow! Hey cut it out!" Wally griped.
"Do you realize how worried everyone's been?" he asked. Wally shrugged his shoulders. He had to admit, this was pretty good considering he had been in an abyss of eternal darkness for who knows how long.
"Not really. No," he said. Robin hit something in his ear. Communicator Wally's brain supplied.
"Batman, where's Flash?" he asked. Wally felt warmth in his chest. Now there was a face he really wanted to see. Good old Uncle Bar. Wonder how his mind would make him?
"Well… Wally's here," Robin said.
"Fate?" Batman asked Robin.
"No. Walls, say hi to Batman," Robin said pulling out his communicator. Wally rolled his eyes.
"Bats? Little runner to bats? Hi Batman."
"Kid Flash?" he said in his usual gruff voice.
"That's me," Wally joked.
"Stay put," he demanded. Wally handed the communicator back to Robin.
"Stay put he says," Wally jokes. Robin gives a small smile.
"No one knows you're back," Robin said. Wally smiled back realizing where he was going with this.
"So where do I hide?" he said happily. Another emotion. Why couldn't he feel this earlier? Maybe without the illusion he really only felt emptiness and pain.
"Souvenir closet?" Robin said with a devious smirk. Wally laughed as he ran to the room. Robin pulled out his cell phone.
"Roy, get your but down to the mountain asap."
"Why?"
"I thought you would want to see Wally sans fate," he said.
"I'll be there in ten," he said. Robin began sending out other messages to the team telling them to get back to the mountain asap. Now all he had to do was wait for them to show up.
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Wally sat in the souvenir room looking at some of the newer relics they weren't near his. They had a different shelf. The only thing different about the shelf with his stuff was a small silver plaque engraved Wallace (Wally) West, Kid Flash. Hero and friend. Fighter of fate.
Wally smiled. This was a sweet gesture. But not something he would have done. Was his brain really that strange? This all was… so unlike him. The plaque seemed more like… Kaldur. He placed his hand on the silver plaque. It was cool. He shivered slightly. A touch of sadness swept over his heart. It was a soft trickle of emotional pain. A prick of tears came to his eyes. He quickly wiped the first few away. But after a second he let a few just fall. It made him feel free. Freer than he has been in a long time. He didn't know why, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders (and oddly enough his head felt a bit lighter too).
When he stopped crying, he reminisced in the different items he had collected on the job. The robotic eye, the arrow that saved his life, and other things from back home. He walked over to some of the newer items. Little trinkets here and there… was that a snow globe?
…
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah. Smacked him, hugged him. He's real."
"You smacked him?"
"I didn't know if he was an illusion or not. Miss M, did you get the cake?"
"Yes! I hope he enjoys it."
"It's kid mouth, he'd enjoy anything."
"Good point."
"Kid Flash has just returned. We will distract as long as we can. Roy, Artemis, contact other people who have been trying to free him from fate."
"Let's go."
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Wally felt his eyelids droop. Five minutes to sleep couldn't hurt…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
…
"Aw, he's sleeping," M'gann said softly. Sure enough, the long missing young red haired hero was leaning against one of the shelves snoring softly. He looked so peaceful. Conner looked down at him. He scooped him up off the floor.
"Change of plans?" he asks looking at Robin. Robin nods.
"To my room. Until the thing is set up. Once you guys are done we'll take him into the room to be surprised once he wakes up."
They all agreed. Conner and M'gann followed Robin to the room he had in the mountain. Half way there Wally had begun to whimper. Robin looked at his friend. What could he possibly be dreaming about?
M'gann put her hand on Wally's face. He flinched at the touch. Conner scowled in a way that rivaled Batman.
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Wally jumped back as he felt something happening. He was fighting his gallery. But he wasn't. He was Doctor Fate himself. He felt their attacks. He heard their cries for their baby Flash. He heard Trickster telling Fate to let go. He… he felt Trickster hugging him. A warm embrace.
"Baby Flash. We've missed you," he whispered in his ear. Wally felt a small tug on his lips.
"Missed you too."
…
Robin looked at his friend. Missed you? Was he awake? Or was he dreaming about being found?
…
"So that's Batman, Black Canary, Red Tornado, Captain Marvel, Green Arrow, Superman, The three Green Lanterns, Question, Aquaman, Huntress, the Atom, Wonder Woman, Hawk girl, and… where is Flash?"
"Don't bother," Question said, "He's always late."
…
"Whoa Cold back it up," he said sitting amongst the Rogues at Harry's, "What do you mean kid's free?"
Flash did not recall mentioning to them that Wally was under Fate's control.
"Like we said, Trickster pulled the bloody helmet off of Baby Flash. He has the burns to prove it," he said as Trickster showed Flash his badly burnt hands. Flash looked at them carefully.
"And where is he then?" he asked.
"Piper and I took him home!" said James happily. Flash now wanted to just face palm. He still didn't understand how Trickster and Wally were friends. Piper he understood. He was just a bit lonely and wasn't much of a villain. But Trickster was the one who spent the night and found Wally's Kid Flash uniform.
"Alright. I'll go check on that," he said leaving the bar. He pulled out his cell phone to see the dark squire calling him.
"Little bird? What's up?"
"Where are you? Wally's going to wake up any minute."
"On my way," he said without missing a beat. He tore off towards the mountain. Where else would Robin and Wally be? There was no way he was in Gotham.
Once he got to the mountain he hid amongst the Green Lanterns as Wally was placed on the couch to sleep on.
"Where was he?"
"Fell asleep in the souvenir room. Then napped in Robin's room. Now he's here," said Robin. Wally's face scrunched up. His eyes opened slowly. Everyone hid as Robin turned the lights off. Wally sat up and grabbed his head. Not that he thought about it, how could he sleep in a dream world? He slid his feet onto the cold stone ground. When he stood up, the lights flickered on.
"Surprise!" everyone cried out. Wally blinked. Heroes, friends and… ow! Bone crushing mother hen hug. Now that was something he could never imagine. His imagination never did it justice. But that meant…
"The helmet's really off," he said softly. His uncle let go and looked at Wally.
"And we wouldn't want it any other way. Cake?"
"Are you kidding? I haven't been able to enjoy eating since Fate jacked my body!" he said running up to the table for food getting high fives, hugs, and slaps on the back from everyone. And he was enjoying every second of his new freedom.
I wasn't planning on a sequel. But this is it.
