Okay! I got away from Deadpool! He's NOT FOLLOWING ME ANYMORE (Thank god for cool sounding Mexican food).

Please note, I do not own Deadpool. I also don't own Young Justice.

Have a good day.

Wally's P.O.V.

Wally watched the four people leave the room. He decided he liked the attention, even if everyone was sad. He'd have to start telling more jokes. Goofy ones. These people took their jobs waaaaaaaaay too seriously.

"Uncle Barry."

"Yeah Roadrunner."

"That's a lame nickname."

"I've been calling you that ever since we met." Uncle Barry frowned.

"Oh. Um…sorry." Wally flushed. "I'm kind of thirsty. Can you pass me some water?"

"Sure." His uncles' hand literally had a glass of water in it the very next second. Sure, he saw that he left the bed, went over to the sink, turned it on, filled up the glass and came back, but it had been done so quickly!

"How are you so fast?" He asked quietly.

"Oh. That." Barry laughed, smile ever present on his face. "You haven't asked me that question since you were nine years old. I had told you about my experiment and how it had happened. It was right before you decided to re-create my experiment-just after I got you that science equipment for your birthday. I was called to come over one time after school. You were in the garage surrounded by books about chemicals, lamps, buns and burners… I got there just after the lightning stuck. I said I never wanted a partner. But, no. It seemed like fate- don't quote me on that-"

Fate. Something about that word made Wally feel icy cold, for whatever the reason. He couldn't decide why, so he brushed it off.

"-boom. Lightning struck the window, broke it. You were next to it. The chemicals blew up all over your body. I thought you were-well…your parents and Iris nearly killed me for that one. Two months in the hospital and ta da, Kid Flash was born. I think it would have happened even if I weren't around."

"So, I'm fast, I'm smart and I'm funny?" Wally asked teasingly.

"Yup, kid. You learned from me." Barry ruffled his hair.

"Okaaaay." Wally moaned at his uncle with fake irritation, a smile bright on his face. "Are there more nachos?"

"Coming right up." Barry ran out of the room. "Though I think you just ate the last of them. I'm going to go into town and- what? Bats?"

The room was quiet.

"But you just- how? Who? I swear- we never catch a break, do we?"

"Uncle Barry? Are there voices in your head?" Wally cocked an eyebrow at his uncle.

He let off a sigh and concealed his face in the red face of the Flash.

"I'll be back to check on you later, kid. Batman just called me up to the Watchtower. You should get some sleep. I-I love you." With a tired smile, he dashed out of the room.

Wally pulled his head off the pillow with some force. Was there a window around here? No, no window. And only one door. White, the entire room was white. Couldn't anyone put some blue or red or pink in this room? If someone were to ask to him, he'd say he couldn't tell the white walls from the white floor or the white celling.

Hmmmm. He'd try that one on the black haired boy, his 'brother' or Dick's "adopted father", Bruce.

Didn't that make Bruce his "uncle" if Dick was practically his "brother"?

Wally's stomach let loose a huge growl, which crippled him. He grabbed his stomach and tried to think. He had the headache, still making every thought an effort. But, he was trying to work through it.

Okay. Eat something and then-maybe- get some sleep, Wally told himself strictly.

Now that he was alone, he could take a look at himself. He lifted his head to examine his arms. I.V. wires and tubes were attached to both. He started moving his hands on his chest. He had quite a couple of dark bruises- oh he'd feel those soon enough!- on his abdomen. I've been hit, it hadn't been hit nearly as hard as my head. It's like my brains' been punched.

Wally looked down his body. He was wearing medical scrubs, but the male version. He was equipped with yellow paper pants and a paper red t-shirt. Huh. His uncle must have done that. So, he wore yellow and red, but Barry wore red…

Then he turned his attention to the heart monitor, hooked up to a hamster on coffee? His heart, a human heart…can't beat that fast. Well, maybe he was sick and it striped his memory. Maybe there was something wrong with him. All these people are here. He's in a doctors' office. A hospital.

His chest started to hurt. He tried to take a breath, but he felt it hard, like something sitting on him.

"Ughhhhhhhhh." Wally raked his hands through his hair, blazing red hair. He tried to push himself off the bed.

Be-e-e-e-e-e-ee-e-e-e-e-e-eeep!

Be-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ep!

Be-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eep! Make it stop! His mind shrieked, while the noise pounded in his skull.

The noise was deafening, loud and looooooooooooong. Wally covered his ears with his hands, but the sound wouldn't shut up. Something pulled at his memory, but he couldn't tell what it was. Unintelligible flashes and crashes filled his head. Have to get away!

Wally slid his feet to the floor. He felt a slight tug and saw more wires on his head, chest and arms and he pulled them off. To the door! Maybe I can get "Uncle Barry" to shut it off! Gah-COMMON LEGS! Don't fail me NOW!

Wally pulled himself to his feet. When this failed, he was forced to resort to crawling. On his way to the floor, in his hospital scrubs and the fact that they didn't cover his arms well, he noticed a bruise on his under-arm, right above his elbow. A decent sized one.

-Ignore it Wally! Try and think of something! ANYTHING! A voice of reason broke through his head. A girl's voice, tough with no nonsense. He knew he could recognise it, but it slipped. He'd have to deal with this later.

Wally thought hard and tried to answer the voice. Okay. My name is Wally- Wallace…Rudolf West. Silly name.

-Again!

Okay. My favourite food is… too loud.

-DO IT!

Wally tried to recite bits of memory, favourite things and names as the voice asked. In the end, all he could come up with was the names of his team members he'd already met (or re-met, he supposed) and useless trivia. He played with words as he fumbled with the locked door of the hospital.

Locked. Alarms went off in Wally's head in addition to the loud beeping in the room.

Why is the door locked?! OUT! I NEED TO GET OUT! The headache pushed itself back into his head.

The thing was, he could remember random facts; like the alphabet, math formulas, science basics or a couple words in different languages. Aster was one in particular that was stuck in his head. But ask him anything about his life: his family, friends, activities, and he could tell you next to nothing. He could feel the memories, there but out of reach.

-Find a paper clip, a pin.

Right! Something sharp and thin to get through the door locking mechanism.

Wally scanned around the room. A first aid kit was mounted on the wall. Go! He looked inside. -A safety pin! Unclip. At this point, Wally wasn't sure how he was communicating with himself for cryin' out loud, but it was kind of cool. And when he was all alone in this place.

His fingers moved automatically around the lock and the sharp pin. It was as if they had a mind of their own. I've done this before. With this new confidence installed in him, he kept moving. The noise of the beeping was long and annoying and painfully long in his head, but he kept at the lock.

What seemed like five minutes (while being thirty seconds) later, Wally heard the door click. He grabbed the handle and pushed it open. The beeping got louder, it seemed. Wally's head spun and he, for the second time that night, forced down his feelings of nausea.

Wally! Run! His instincts, motivation, spirit, whatever name you wish to call it, yelled at him. Wally responded by shifting his body forwards and starting to run. At first it seemed like he was just speed walking, but then the world around him started to blur, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins.

One.

Two.

Three.

The seconds passed and Wally found himself from the medical bay at the Cave, down the straight corridor, passed a bunch of rooms. Then, he double-took and stepped back. Five words were printed on the door marker, sandwiched in between doors labeled Superboy- Conner Kent- and Robin. Across the hall was the name Zatanna Zatara.

Wally West

AKA Kid Flash

Below the name, was a paper posted on the door.

I know you took my "Flash" arrow. No I didn't name it after you, dummy. It lets off a ultra-violet light to blind criminals. It does not "belong to you".

-Artemis

"I have a room here?" Wally asked to nobody in particular. "And I guess I am Kid Flash. But, KID? Common!" He shook his head and kept walking. He would check this place out later.

He zipped off down the hall. Just outside what looked like a lounge? Inside, all the kids he saw earlier were around a television set. He ducked back around the corner so he couldn't be seen.

This would have worked in his favour, if Conner hadn't seen something out of the corner of his eye. He heard some sort of noise in the background, but the movie was really loud.

Wally watched as the tall, black haired guy who was clearly dating the green skinned girl stand up. He ducked his head and stare at the corner. He shrank his head back between his shoulders. He can't have seen me, hecan'thaveseenme,hecan'thaveseenm,. Even my thoughts are super-fast.

"Conner? What is it?" A girl asked, with a high, nervous voice.

"Wait here." Conner said. Dick, too, was on his feet.

"Ro-Dick?" A girl, who sounded younger, asked. The voices went quieter. Wally heard an explosion on the television and thought of a way to escape the room. Next, the young boy found himself surrounded by two black haired boys.

"Wally?" Dick asked, loud and confused. Wally, in return, was scared of being caught. He had just busted out. Would he be in trouble? Would they take him back? The noise- he couldn't go back. It would kill him, it hurt too much.

"Wally?" A large group of voices began, the teens assembling. This time, Artemis and Dick were now joined by the three teens from the hospital room and another girl; young, short, with black hair and a trusting face.

"Wally? What are you doing out here?" Artemis asked, the green skinned girl hanging unsurely behind her.

-RUN. GET OUT!

"I-hi" Wally tried to dash out of the room, but heard someone yell "Etativel yllaW". He felt his feet leave the floor, flipping himself in mid-air, now upside down.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH!" Wally screamed and let out swear words that rhymed with ' Mole-y mother tuckin' mitt!

"Wally!" Kaldur scolded.

"What does that mean?" Conner asked innocently.

Everyone turned to face him. Even Wally looked at him from the ceiling, fear half-frozen on his face, but he did think it was kind of funny. Those words just sprang out of his mouth, and he knew they were bad.

"I guess Wally didn't tell you about that." Dick joked. "Those were really bad curse words. Just don't repeat it in public."

"Wally swears?" M'gann asked. "He never swears. Not even in- when things get really bad." Conner held M'gann's hand.

"It's okay, M'gann. You don't have to say it."

Then everyone looked back to the boy stuck on the ceiling.

"Wally. Please calm down." The blond haired boy-Kaldur-yelled. Wally took a couple of deep breaths.

"Easy for you to say, Kaldur. My but is on the ceiling." Was he starting to get dizzy? Maybe it was just over-exertion or blood flowing to his head too quickly.

"You remember my name?"

"Yeah. The-I guess I'm starting to remember some things. At least, names. I just don't know yours." He looked at the black haired girl. "Can I get down now? PLEASE?!"

"Sure." The black haired girl replied. "And, sorry Wally." The girl blushed. Ylteng esaeler yllaW."

"Wait. You did this to me?" Wally asked as he floated down.

"Yeah. My name's Z-"

"Zatanna." Wally whispered, eyes wide.

"Woah. You remembered that quickly K.F- I mean, Wally?" Dick asked.

"Yeah." Wally muttered, pausing for a second and then he smiled sympathetically. "Sorry. Your name was on the door over there." His memory tugged again, pressure on his brain causing a momentary flash of him to hear a voice yelling "DAD!"

"Wally, did you break out of the infirmary?" Dick asked. "The door should have been locked."

"Why are you not in the infirmary?" Kaldur asked, concern in his voice.

"Something happened in my room." Wally said openly.

"What?" Artemis' eyes popped. She took Wally's hand and started walking- no, storming. From behind them, he heard footsteps.

"Artemis-"

"Let her lead." Conner told Kaldur.

The seven kids sped-walked back to the infirmary, Wally starting to drag his feet.

"Come. ON. Wally." Artemis pulled the boy from in front.

"Please. Don't. Make. Me." Wally whimpered.

"It's okay." M'gann walked beside him, putting her hand on his shoulder. "What's making you so upset?"

"There's a loud noise in my room. It really hurts my head. It's like there's a bomb, or something."

"I think I know what it is. I can hear it from here." Conner stepped forward. He opened the door-

"He can hear it from-AGH!" Wally grabbed his head and slumped to the floor as the door opened and the sound spilled into the hall. Artemis slung herself underneath him to hold him up.

"The patient alarm." Conner and Dick said identically.

"Makes sense." Kaldur stated. "Conner, Dick- can you shut it off?"

"My pleasure." Conner pumped his fist, giving his first smile of the evening; despite it being dry. He entered the room, closed the door. "Oh, so this is what I heard early. This was ruining the movie."

THOCK!

"KON!" Dick yelled.

"NO!" The team yelled from outside.

"Connor!" M'gann yelled flying after Conner. The last thing the team needed was an angry Batman after them for ruining expensive medical equipment. Wally moaned again, his head aching.

Hastily, the teens apologized to Wally. He wasn't listening, as his hands were securely placed over his ears, head down. Kaldur and Artemis picked up Wally by the under-arms and dragged him away from the noise. Once he was down the hall, Wally released some of his tension in his body. In fact, his vision started to go black and he couldn't hold himself up anymore. His stomach growled angrily.

"Wally?"