AN: I couldn't remember the name of Artemis and Wally's dog, so if any of you know, please let me know. Using "the dog" gets a little old after a while.


Artemis looked in the mirror. Her all black clothes showed very much how she felt. Nothing. She had become a void. Before finding out her pregnancy, she felt pain and sorrow. Now, she wasn't sure what to feel. During the doctor visits, she felt something like happiness and with her friends, too, when they doted on her. But during the night when she lied in bed on her own, she felt the pain return. How could she describe her feelings except through the colors she wore today.

She grabbed her stomach as another wave of nausea slid through her. Her mother assured her that the morning sickness would pass, but Artemis wasn't as sure. Her mother's had been easy, but Jade's had been difficult. Artemis just considered herself lucky at this point if she could keep standing through his funeral.

Dick picked her dressed in the appropriate black suit. He wore dark sunglasses, but they both knew those would disappear later as tears would begin to fall. He motioned to his car, and Artemis took the front passenger seat. It was silent until they reached the funeral site.

Most of Wally's closest friends were people on the team, so it was held in the garden where his League memorial was. Seeing him standing there, still cocky and grinning in his Kid Flash uniform brought a tear to Artemis' eyes as she remembered kissing him Paris when he promised to bring her back. Now she would never go, on her own or with him.

The funeral started. She listened to his parents talk about embarrassing memories of him and how they would never get to tease him with his baby pictures again. Artemis smiled, remembering when she first met them how that was the first thing they did. Dick went up and began to speak of him as well. When Wally first found out about Dick's secret identity and his parent's death, he went to Dick and just sat there with him and cried with him when Bruce and Alfred left him alone in privacy. Artemis cried, though mostly in seeing brave stoic Nightwing cry.

Then it was her turn to walk up. The morning sickness nearly knocked her off her feet, but Dick helped her up to the podium. Everyone smiled at her, knowing she was one of the people most affected by his death. They also knew her situation which made them fill with hope.

"We all loved Wally. And he loved us. I don't think there is much more to say about him."

She walked back down. The tears then came. They fell down her cheeks. Even saying those simple simple sentences about her love was painful. Her eyes were soon red and puffy. Dick drove her home. As soon as he made sure she would safe, he left with a sad smile.

She walked around the house in a mindless daze. She walked over and began to make coffee. She began to operate on habit now. She poured two cups of coffee. Hers with cream and his with sugar. She set the table for two. She walked out to the garage, grabbed a cup of dog food and fed him. She walked upstairs, leaving behind the cups of coffee and table. She pulled back the covers; her dog jumping up on her bed and looking eagerly at the door, still waiting for him to come through the door. She crawled into bed and lay there, thoughts overwhelming her. She felt the void and emptiness that came when Wally left. She cried herself to sleep that night.


Meanwhile, in the Antarctic, Wally felt the desire to travel north even stronger than before. It was only the lack of his physical body that kept him in the cold. It was this desire to go north, to find something or someone that consumed him. He still didn't know much about himself. He could remember his "death" which he thought was concerning, but beyond a few fractured images that bound him together, he had nothing to show himself.

He could remember one image clearly though. A young woman. She had tan skin with beautiful long blond hair. Her eyes were a deep gray that held mystery and charm inside them. Her smile and laugh was contagious. She was someone who could tell him who he was. She knew him, perhaps better than he did. He knew that she could tell him about himself. She was a part of him that he needed.

His body was almost complete. It had taken a couple of months. In another couple of weeks, he could travel north. He hoped he could meet this woman who was so heavily involved in his life. He would have to wait though in the meantime. Wait and be patient. Something that he thought didn't come naturally to him.