Chapter Four

(A/N: I appreciate everyone enjoying my story. I've never written fan fiction on the site before, so I was worried it wouldn't turn out that good, but I guess it did. Hehe. I have you all know, I tend to be an author one day, so if you have any tips about my stories or anything, let me know, I'd appreciate it. Anyways, onto Wally's story.)

Disclaimer: I don't own this. –Sad- Oh wells. Mr. Warburton is my hero and all credit goes to him, except for future Own Characters. You'll see some soon, so just wait

So, Wally quit the Kids Next Door. It wasn't his real intention, but if he wanted to stay how he was, and wanting to stay completely cold, he'd have to start somewhere. And that always had to begin with quitting the one thing that meant more to him than anyone – even his family, maybe – okay, no, almost everything. Wally had talked to Rachel for about ten minutes, trying to get her to understand as to why. In the end, Numbuh Three-Hundred-Sixty-Two let Wally keep his memories, since she knew his mom and brother had just passed on and he needed at least something to cling to, before darkness over took him completely.

At about four in the afternoon, the doctor – Dr. Lincoln – came in to examine Wally since he was still awake. Dr. Lincoln had got a laser and spoke in a calm voice, "Wally, I need you to sit up and follow the light with your eyes, and I need you to answer a few questions for me. Can you do that?" Wally nodded his head and watched as Dr. Lincoln pulled up a chair and detached the IV from Wally's arm. Wally flung his feet on the side of the bed and sat up. He watched Dr. Lincoln as he sat down in the chair and turned on the laser. Wally did as he was instructed and followed the light with his eyes. "How old are you?"

Wally blinked and thought about it for a moment, just to worry the doctor. "Ah'm twelve years old."

Dr. Lincoln nodded his head and suppressed a happy – or was it relieved? – sigh. "Good. What is your name?"

Wally stared at the light at first, before he replied. He was too dwelled in memory, thinking about the car wreck. But he was brought back to reality as Dr. Lincoln snapped his fingers at him. Wally blinked at him and spoke in a clear, dull voice, "Wallabee Beatles."

Dr. Lincoln nodded and smiled at him. Wally could tell Dr. Lincoln was very proud of him for being able to remember this kind of stuff, and he wasn't exactly sure why. Then, the next question stopped him in his tracks, "Who is your best friend?"

Wally stared at Dr. Lincoln with a frozen expression on his face. He didn't know how to exactly answer that. What could he possibly say that wouldn't turn out bad? If he said he didn't have one, Dr. Lincoln would get suspicious, but if he said someone randomly, that would be lying. Then again, why should he really care? But, the first name that popped in his mind wasn't any of his former teammates. "Joey."

Dr. Lincoln flinched at the name Wally had given him. He cleared his throat and turned off the laser. "Good. Please come with me. That's enough questions. We just need to get a cat scan, than you'll be able to go home soon."

Wally nodded and got up. He followed Dr. Lincoln to wherever it was they were going. Once they got to the place where the cat scan would take place, Wally blinked at him. What was the cat scan for anyways? Well, Wally didn't have time to think. He just did as he was instructed. In the end, the doctor seemed very pleased with Wally's results. Once out of the room, Dr. Lincoln pulled Wally aside and gave him a soft smile – but it was also sad -. "You have no brain damage. The only thing that you have is a broken arm and a few scratches here and there. You'll be able to go home as soon as your dad comes to get you. And, Wally…I'm so sorry about your mother and brother."

Wally blinked at Dr. Lincoln and nodded his head coldly. "Good, I can't wait." That was all he really said, but his thoughts were running off the walls in outrage. Don't you understand, you cruddy doctor!? Ah don't want your cruddy pity! So do me a favor, and keep your nose out of my business! My misery has nothing to do with you, so just leave me alone! Wally popped his neck and his right knuckles – seeing as his left arm was in a cast he didn't even realize was there until than – and headed back to his room.

It was late in the night when Wally's dad came into his hospital with his doctor to tell him that he could leave now. Wally was absolutely thrilled – as thrilled as darkness would let him – and got out of the hospital gown and into his normal clothes. Tonight would be the start of something completely new. "Have a nice night, kid. Your arm will be healed eventually." So, Wally ended up breaking his arm, but that was it. Which was a surprise to anyone, except him, of course, because Wally had been sitting in the backseat with his seatbelt on. He had been thrown forward at first, but he seatbelt retaliated and kept him safe, well, safe as he could be, anyways. Wally ended up slamming against the car door, and that was exactly how his left arm was broken – but that was all the injuries he had, luckily. Well, except a few scratches and gashes in his body, but that was about it.

Mr. Beatles smiled a false smile at his blond son. There was something in the way Wally's dad looked at him that sent – even the new Wally – shivers down his spine. Wally suddenly had a feeling tonight wasn't going to be any jump-for-joy-your-okay nights. Oh great. Just what Ah need. Wally scowled and followed his dad into the vehicle. His dad had to rent a new car, seeing as they had only one car and it was totaled – so they were in a car that looked so much like that old one. And Wally couldn't help but think his father was just trying to make Wally feel even worse than he already does. What? Does he blame me for this? And Wally didn't even know how close he really was to the truth.

(A/N: The sad parts are coming soon. Oh yeah, this gets worse, I'm just letting you know. Ehehe. Umm…another thing, Wally will be up to sixteen in this fanfic, so be aware ^_^)