Wally shook his head, casting off the lingering effects of the vision. He was so desperate to know what happened while he'd been away that he convinced M'Gaan to share her memories with him. She started with the day Young Justice split up, letting him relive the the experience through her eyes. Wally kept his eyes closed, trying to quell the nauseous feeling he got from watching his friends and family attack each other.

"Wally? Are you ok?" M'Gaan asked, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder.

"I told you not to show him M'Gaan."

"Says the man who forced him to watch that video of Nightwing!" She snapped back at Connor.

"Stop it!" The speedster shouted.

"Stop fighting! There's been far too much of that already." Wally grumbled, leaning his head back against the seat of the bioship. The other two settled into an uneasy silence as the gravity of Wally's words struck them. SInce that day in the Mountain, the two sides of the Justice League had been at war. Superman had tried on many occasions to bring Batman and his followers into custody, but the fugitives always resisted arrest, resulting in a battle between the world's most powerful heroes. The past few years had been too costly. Several heroes were now permanently relieved of action due to injuries they received in these battles, others had committed unforgivable acts against the people they once called allies. Even if, by some miracle, they did bring peace to the two feuding sides, nothing could ever be resolved. There was too much hatred and too much blame to ever be forgotten.

"What happened to Bart?" Wally's voice finally broke through the silence, prompting an uncertain look from Connor and M'Gaan.

"He almost didn't make it. Bart was barely breathing when we pulled him out of the rubble. He had several crushed organs, internal bleeding, broken bones… the worse was the spinal fracture. He was in a coma for weeks. The Flash never left his side." Connor explained, cringing at the memory of his fallen teammate. Bruce had paid for Bart Allan's private care at the hospital in Central City, ordering a strict security detail from his young heroes to ensure no one tried to take the injured boy back to the Watchtower. Barry almost lost his second protege in two years. Even as Bart started to recover, Barry never did. Something in the speedster broke the day he saw his grandson lying motionless in Bruce's arms, and that shattered piece of him never fully healed.

"Barry never forgave them. He blamed both Batman and Superman for what happened to Bart. A few weeks after Bart woke from his coma, Barry moved his entire family out of the country. He said he didn't want anything to do with the Justice League." M'Gaan added, hearing the bioship announce their arrival.

Now landing on Manitoulin Island, Canada.

"So they moved here? I can't believe Uncle Barry would pull himself out of the fight." Wally followed Connor and M'Gaan out of the cloaked ship, finding himself in a field not far from a small rural town. It was a drastic change from the bustling urban life of Central City, but maybe that's what Barry was looking for: an escape.

"Jamie Reyes stayed in touch with Bart after the League split. That's the only way we were able to find out where they moved. We haven't been able to contact them directly, so they probably don't know you survived." Connor stepped up to the door, checking that the numbers on the entrance matched the address Jamie had sent him. He knocked three times on the wooden door before stepping back with the other two, waiting for a response.

Green eyes peered through the window at the three before the door was violently ripped open with far more force that was expected from the aging man who stepped outside.

"What the hell are you doing here? I told you, I'm done with the League, I'm done with Young Justice! Your pointless war nearly cost me my grandson, what more do you want from me?!" The man hissed, glaring daggers at Connor with hardly any attention to the two figures behind him… until one of them spoke.

"Uncle Barry?"

The voice was timid and confused, having never seen his mentor so furious at the Team before. Not to mention the 20 years of stress and worry added to the older speedster's face. His blonde hair was starting to gray and his bright eyes seemed dulled with years of pain and grief. But if Wally was shocked to see his uncle in this condition, that was only a fraction of what Barry was feeling as his angered eyes snapped over to the source of the voice.

For an instant, the man's eyes widened with shock as he took in the sight of his long-lost nephew, but before Wally could offer any explanation, Barry jumped to his own conclusions. He sped over to Wally, grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt and slamming him violently against the side of the house!

"What are you? A clone? A shapeshifter? What do you want from me? Why the hell did you come here?!"

"Uncle Barry, please! It's me! It's really me! I'm alive, I trav..ah!" Barry's hand slipped to the redhead's throat, having no patience for lies. Wally was stunned! Barry had never been this violent! He expected this treatment from Batman, but not the Flash! This was not the man he remembered.

"Hey! Let him go!" Connor growled, ripping Barry away from the younger speedster as M'Gaan projected an aura of calm, trying to pacify the situation, but the fury still burned intensely in the aged speedster's eyes as he struggled against Connor's restraining grasp.

"What kind of sick joke is this? That is not my Wally! Wally's dead! I watched him die!" Barry growled, glaring daggers at the young redhead that was still struggling to regain his breath after his uncle nearly choked the life out of him!

"You watched me disappear!" Wally corrected, rubbing his hand against his sore throat to ease the bruising skin.

"I thought I was going to die too, but then I woke up here, twenty years in the future! I wasn't killed, I was teleported! Please Uncle Barry, you have to believe me!" Wally begged, staring at his mentor with green eyes filled with sincerity. He could feel a sense of hope building as the man gradually stopped struggling in the clone's arms.

"Batman ran every test he could think of. He's not a clone, he's not an imposter. It's really him. Wally's back." Connor confirmed, echoed by M'Gaan's own reassurances.

"I've checked his mind. This is the real Wally, Mr. Allan" After a quick sweep of the retired speedster's mind to confirm his intentions, M'Gaan nodded to Connor, assuring him that it was safe to let Barry go. As soon as the clone released him, Barry sped over to his nephew, stopping a foot away to take in the sight. Eyes that had been filled with anger and denial were now wide with shock and longing. Barry hesitantly reached out his hand to touch Wally's cheek, needing that one last bit of evidence that what he was seeing was real. The redhead smirked, forgiving his uncle's initial outburst.

"It's me Uncle Barry." Wally repeated, feeling the hand slip from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Wally could feel his uncle shaking with relief as he finally accepted the truth: his nephew, his protege, his partner was home.

"I'm so sorry Wally… I should have slowed down, I should have taken more of those energy surges, I should have protected you… I never forgave myself for losing you…" Barry whispered, letting a few fleeting tears fall from his eyes, dampening Wally's red hair.

"It's ok Uncle Barry. It wasn't your fault." Wally told him, pulling away from the hug so he could look his mentor in the eyes.

"Did you do what I asked you to? Mom, Dad, Artemis… did you tell them that I loved them?"

"Of course Kiddo."

"Then there's nothing to forgive." Wally smirked, causing his uncle to let out a relieved chuckle.

"You never could hold a grudge, could ya Kid? Damn Wally, it's good to have you back!" Barry smiled, hardly able to tear his eyes away from his long lost partner.

"Gramps? I heard shouting, is everything ok?"

Alerted by the new voice, Wally pulled away from his uncle and turned his attention to the door of the house. There was a young man in his mid-thirties, a mess of auburn hair curtained familiar green eyes, taking attention away from the thin, white scars that littered his face and arms. After watching M'Gaan's flashback, Wally was prepared to see evidence of the cave in etched into his cousin's skin, what he wasn't prepared for was the sight of the once-proud speedster in a wheelchair.