Sorry it's been so long. Preparing for college got in the way and then actual college took up my time. This is the last chapter of this story, I hope you all enjoyed it and enjoy this chapter as well.

By the way, anyone else love the cemetery scene in the latest episode "Satisfaction"?

Disclaimer - don't own YJ

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Wally fiddled with the straw, staring blankly at a spot on the wood counter where a knife point had found it home a long time ago as he sat thinking. He had been listening to Dick tell a story about something, but he had stopped laughing a while ago and was just staring now. Dick realized his friend wasn't all quite there when he got to the point in his story where Wally should have laughed and the laugh never came.

"Wally? You ok?" Dick waited a beat. "Wally?"

Wally looked up fleetingly at his best friend. Dick noticed a certain something missing from the green orbs lodged in his friend's head. Wally continued playing with the straw.

"Wally?" Dick tried again. Wally sighed and signaled for the bartender.

"I'm out, Dick." Wally said quietly.

"Yeah, dude," Dick laughed. "You haven't exactly been on the Team for almost two years."

The duo fell silent as the bartender stood before them. Wally ordered a beer.

"You got some ID, kid?" The bartender asked gruffly. Wally shot him an irritated look, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. He slapped his license into the bartenders' outstretched hand, proving he was 21 and legally allowed to drink. The bartender peered at it, sighed as he gave back the ID, and fished out a beer for the redhead before going to the next customer. Wally took a swing from the bottle and grimaced. Dick studied his friend, the laugh fading from his baby blues.

"I mean it. I'm out. I'm done with that life." Wally said it quietly, his green eyes focused on the chip in the counter top.

"Dude," Dick said slowly. "You've been out of it. You're living with Artemis, you have a dog together, you're going to college. You have a life. When is the last time you put on the uniform?"

"No," Wally snapped. "That's not what I mean, and you know it. I mean, I'm out. I'm not going back." Wally stood up and slapped money on the counter. The bartender looked over at the red head. Dick didn't move, understanding finally sinking in. He looked at Wally as the he chugged the rest of the beer.

"Are you going to at least finish what we started?"

Wally barked out a laugh, putting the bottle on the counter next to the money. He studied Dick for a moment.

"I'll finish what we started. After this, I'm done. I'm done with missions, and the Team, and the League – my God, the blasted League – I'm sick of it all!" Wally and Dick left the bar, standing in the cool air and letting their lungs readjust to cleaner air and their ears to the silence.

"You know, Dick, I've never been so damn happy? I thought I would miss the chase. Not the running and the speed, hell, I still run whenever I can and I still let loose and use the speed, but I'm talking adrenaline. I don't miss the rush." Wally let out a scoff. "But she does. I know she misses the rush. She would pick that bow up again in a heartbeat. Does it make me an awful person that I wish she would never pick it up again? And what's worse is that it's not for her, but for me. Save me the heart attack and the worry and the gray hairs of thinking 'will she come home tonight'? Will our luck finally run out? But of course it isn't luck. It was never fucking luck. It was always you. You planned and plotted and pulled. Things run according the way you want it to. Why did you call me to meet you here tonight, Dick? What do you want?"

Dick noted how tired his friend sounded, how suddenly the circles under his green eyes got a bit darker and a tad deeper.

"I need a pill, Wally." Dick sighed. He stuck his hand in his pocket, taking out a piece of paper and put it into Wally's hand. "I need you to make me a pill with those specific…ingredients."

Wally looked at the paper and sucked in a breath.

"You want me to make a pill that can stop someone's heart?" Wally looked at Dick, his green eyes wide. Wally's hand started to shake. Dick shuffled his feet.

"Not just someone. I need you to make a pill to stop her heart." Dick waited for the gears to click. Wally's eyes darkened in anger. "Yeah. You're going to make a pill to stop Artemis' heart."

"No," Wally growled. He grabbed Dick's wrist, cramming the piece of paper into his hand. "I won't do it. You're planning something and she's going to be taken from me. I won't help you."

"Wally, listen to me!" Dick said, chasing after his friend, stopping him with a sharp yank on his arm. "This can save so many lives! Just make the pill. She won't stay dead. I'll bring her back. Wally, it's all for The Plan. I'm only going to take her from you for a little while. I'll give her back. Just, after Kaldur passes the information that we need through her."

Wally dragged his hands down his face before pointing at his supposed best friend accusingly.

"You're just going to use her."

"She's needed. Don't you understand? Artemis can make or break this operation! I need you to help her make this work."

The two men glared at each other silently, waiting for the other to give in. Eventually, Wally slumped and he hung his head. Dick pressed the piece of paper into his hand and Wally's fingers curled around it reluctantly.

"We've got one shot," Dick said quietly. "Let's make it count."

It took three weeks for Wally to make the pill.

It took another one for him to make the phone call.

Things truly began to fall into place and Wally watched in silent horror as his life tumbled down around him. He knew it hadn't been real, but that hadn't stopped him from hoping. Nightwing gave instructions to Artemis and pitying glances to Wally. Nelson whined at the tension shrouding the speedster all the time and Kaldur continued to pass messages and play double agent. Then one day the phone rang. Wally hugged Artemis to him tightly as he picked up knowing who it was on the other line.

"It's time."

The Game was over.

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