AND WE HAVE A NAME! First place is first name. Second place will be the lesser used middle name. Now on with the story (Yes you will learn of the winning names but in the story alright?)

Chapter seven More mingling, less understanding

"So if Night Wing asks. LIE! I don't care how. Just lie to the man! Not you Jaime just… argue with the scarab I guess. You aren't exactly the best liar in the world."

"Can do Wally. We'll be back in a week."

"We?" Jaime asked with wide eyes looking at the boy of steel.

"You're in this too freshmen."

"Ah Dios Mio."

"Yeah yeah good luck keeping the trolls known as Bats off your back."

"See you in a week brother!"

"Yeah… see yah later Match."

"Conner! Be nice and give your little brother a hug and kiss goodbye!"

This made everyone stare at Wally like he was crazy.

"What? My family always says goodbye like that. And you have seen our hellos Conner. And Conner… you are an honorary member of the Flash Family so I expect you to treat your little brother to a Flash goodbye and a Flash greeting when you return."

Conner grunted while Wally smiled triumphantly. Conner then sighed and walked over to Match giving him a hug and kiss on the forehead to appease the speedster. Then, for revenge, he pulled Wally into a hug making the speedster squirm. Then ruffled the elder's hair and then let go making him look disgruntled.

"That was a Superman move you pulled," Wally complained, a smile betraying him as his lips turned upward. It was a joke they had come up with years ago. Rather than saying it was a jerk move, if it could be interpreted as "nice" it was a Superman move. Conner just smirked at Wally's comment and grabbed Jaime.

"How do we get out of here?"

"Oh, that's easy. Just go down that hall in front of you and step into the room labeled CLOSET. It's really an elevator. Conner rolled his eyes and began dragging Jaime behind him. Wally smiled as he left.

"You took a picture didn't you?" Francis asked.

"Oh yeah. Scrapbook! Awesome souvenir if you ask me!" he said happily skipping over to his computer to retrieve the picture. Francis then typed something in on his wrist computer and pulled up the shot of Conner hugging a rather disgruntled Wally.

"Blackmail."

-.-

"This is Wallace's package? Why does it look similar to the Saturday carrier unit?"

"Because it holds someone to pay him for his work. Someone who was difficult to retrieve Arthur."

-.-

"So you are Ulraj?" asked a baritone voice.

"Yes. You are the informer?"

"I am. Though my king is unaware I am still loyal to him. I serve from the other side of the field and send information for them to use as they see fit."

"You are a good solider my friend. When this is all over, you are more than welcome into my kingdom."

"Perhaps. But Atlantis is my home."

"And your brothers walk on land do they not?"

"They do. Though I am not in contact with them as often as I like. I must complete the mission."

"Very well. Do we have your support?"

"And my followers."

"Followers?"

"There are some men who do not… agree with Black Manta's policies."

"I see. Can't say I would know. This "Black Manta" has never engaged us."

-.-

Bart dashed past yet another city. He always did think well when he was running. And now he really needed to think. Blue Beetle could help him with this. He would just not need to aggravate the parasite on his back. That would only end badly. He stopped for a moment and opened a cabinet on his suit, consuming an energy bar with much gusto. He looked around for a minute. He was in the near Palo Alto. He knew that much. The dry air was killer on his throat. He bounced from one foot to another.

There was the future to think about and he was nervous. Not only that, but this would prove to his cousin that they were meant to be close in this time. Collecting souvenirs, telling stories, pranking Grandpa Barry, hanging out, and just being there in general. But to do that he first had to secure the timeline. Not that he would have said no if Wally wanted to hang out with him. Why else would he go visit him (or at least attempt to find him. He was harder to find than that guy he saw in the weird book. Oh yeah, he was Waldo dammit!) so often?

Wait… no time for that. Save the world first from an apocalyptic future, then become real close with cousin Wally.

He leaned his back against an old rock. To his surprise he fell back into a hole. Well, more so, a hole appeared where the rock was. He looked up at the sun one last time before the hole was covered once more. He landed on his back, meeting cool metal. He groaned as his body began to take the pain away with his accelerated healing. He turned his head, feeling the frigidness of the ground as he began to take in his surroundings. He was in a lab. A dark one at that. Only small lights signaling temperature, air pressure and the like could really be seen gleaming off what looked like chrome. He sat up turning his head to look around.

"This place looks like its feeling the mode," he said aloud getting to his feet. He dropped his smile that he usually wore and began exploring. This wasn't the Reach's place. No way. It was too human for that. He zipped through the empty facility checking rooms as he went. None stood out and he was growing bored. He decided one last room before he just runs around like a maniac until he was out. Upon opening the door he froze for a moment. A large metallic container. One used for people. He remembered the Reach putting some people in there for isolation. But this one had the person frozen or dead. There was someone in it, and they weren't moving.

"Oh this is so not the mode," he said now with nervousness lacing his voice. He ran over to the machines and began undoing their locks, like he had seen before on the raids of the Reach.

-.-

"Beeman… You brought me a human storage unit?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I believe there is a bonus if you will in there for all your hard work Doctor Wallace," he said simply. Wally scowled at the man as he left in his bizarre are craft. Once he was gone, he zipped toward the machine. He began playing around with its lock system for the better part of a few hours.

Both speedsters worked diligently on the project before them long into the next day. Though in different locations they simultaneously opened. A look of curiosity on the younger's face, and bitter amusement on the older's.

"Well… this sort of sucks," Wally muttered to himself. It would be interesting seeing as how he had acquired not one, not two but three new bunk mates.

Bart on the other hand in Palo Alto was watching a nose scrunch up a little. Fingers twitching but fairly calm before sneezing in Bart's face.

"EW!" he yelled wiping the snot off his face. The person's eyes shot open. No older than Bart but nothing like him. Darker skin, an orange uniform, and black hair with a white star in front. Bart wondered why he was colored so when his eyes began to open.

YES! I am a jerk. Can anyone guess what/who Wally had? I am sure Bart was obvious. Please review!