A/N: Yike's, I don't even want to look at how long it's been since I updated this story. Ok, ok I'll look; maybe it will teach me a lesson. Oh wow!! A year!! Ok, I suck even more then usual. I'm really sorry for the really long wait. I really don't have an excuse. So that's it I'm really, really sorry. (Enough really's?) Hopefully you'll all read and enjoy this chapter and we'll forget that I've been MIA.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters at all.

Chapter 10:

"Bruce!" Flash exclaimed as he burst into Shayera's room. He stared down at her unmoving figure. "How is she?"

"Physically, she's fine," Bruce informed his friend.

"But…" Flash prompted.

"But, she still hasn't woken up," Bruce stated, as if it were obvious.

Flash let himself fall into a chair next to Shayera's side. He put his head into his hands. "Oh man… this is my fault!"

"Now why would you thing that?" Bruce inquired.

Flash looked up, startled, as if he had forgotten Bruce was even there. He looked around nervously. "Umm… I was talking to her before this happened. I was trying to convince her we should um… be together."

Bruce raised an eyebrow at this little revelation, but made no comment.

"She kept putting me off. She was upset, so I let her know I wouldn't give up. And then she left." He put his head back into his hands.

"Wouldn't give up on what?"

Bruce and Flash both turned towards the door to see John standing there.

"I think I'm going to go," Bruce announced as the situation all of the sudden became awkward. "I wouldn't worry about Shayera. She'll be fine."

John and Flash watched him leave until he was out of sight.

"You didn't answer my question," John said sternly.

"No, I didn't," Flash answered, still watching Shayera.

John sighed in annoyance. "You said this was your fault?"

"I overreacted when you told me what happened," Flash explained. "We got into an argument before this and she got upset." Flash sighed loudly.

"About what?" John asked, not being able to contain his suspicious tone.

Flash just looked at him blankly, refusing to answer.

John suddenly stood up, almost knocking his chair back. "Damn it Flash, what's been going on with you two this past month," he demanded.

"Nothing," Flash answered in monotone. "We're just friends. Good friends."

"Friends, huh?" John scoffed. "Well I'm not sure I-"

John was cut off by the sound of Shayera stirring. They both turned to Shayera and saw her tossing and turning.

"No… no… baby… crazy," she mumbled.

Flash and John looked at each other, each thinking the same thing: Just what was going on inside of Shayera's head?

"Oh man, I'm so glad we got you home," John announced, hugging Shayera affectionately.

Shayera fought the urge to roll her eyes and briefly hugged him back. "Uh huh, me too."

She was still stuck in the twilight zone and it was starting to irritate her. 'Don't get me wrong,' Shayera thought to herself. 'It seems like I've got a good life here with John.'

But this wasn't her life; at least not yet. Maybe someday, just not this day.

"Are you ok?" John asked, looking at her curiously.

"I'm fine, just fine. I wish you'd stop asking me that. Doctor said both me and the ba—by are fine," Shayera said, getting stuck on the word baby.

John just chuckled. "I'm sorry… it's just that after what happened the first time with Rex…" He trailed off and Shayera saw him shudder at the memory.

"What? What happened?" Shayera accidentally let out. John shot her a strange look.

"Shayera, you almost died… you lost so much blood and you wouldn't stop bleeding. It was… terrifying."

Shayera couldn't hold back her own shudder. "Oh yeah… I guess I just tried to suppress it," she murmured. "But I'm fine now? No complications?"

"Yes," John answered, tentatively.

"Good, good," she said to herself. "I'm going to take a nap," she announced abruptly.

John watched her leave the room. As she pondered ways to get out of there.

"Hey Shayera, what's going on inside that head of yours; is it so much more fun than real life?" Flash whispered to the still unconscious Shayera.

Flash stared at Shayera for any signs of acknowledgement of his presence next to her, an eye flutter, a twitch anything. But nothing happened.

"I know you're probably beating up Lex Luthor in your dreams. Give him a punch for me, ok?" Again no reaction. Flash let out a loud sigh. "Wake up, Shayera, for me. Wake up, so we can have a life together."

"She still not up?" a voice came from behind him.

Flash turned around, surprised by the visitor. He hoped Clark hadn't heard him. "Uh... uh no," he stuttered. Clark gave him a 'don't worry' look and Flash knew he could trust him to keep his secret. "No and it's been over 24 hours. If there's nothing wrong with her then why isn't she waking up?"

Clark came to stand next to him. "I'm not sure. But sometimes, when a person's been through a lot, the mind needs time to heal. And we know Shayera's been through a lot."

"And I'm sure I haven't helped," Flash said sullenly.

"Wally, don't worry, Shayera will be fine," Clark assured him.

"I hope so. John went to get another doctor; he wants a second opinion."

"Better safe than sorry," Clark agreed. He took one look at his friend and knew he was dead tired. "Come on, I think it's time you go to sleep."

"No I can't leave her alone," Flash denied.

"Wally, I saw Diana down the hall she said she's coming to check on Shayera," Clark told him. "You won't do anyone good dead on your feet."

Flash took one look at the adamant look on his friends face. All right, one hour."

"Ok."

Flash turned to Shayera and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Shayera I love you. I'm here and I'll always be here," he whispered in her ear.

Then he left the room with Clark, not seeing the reaction his words had caused.

Shayera began to stir and mumbled, "Flash, I need you."

Shayera sighed loudly. She was still stuck. There seemed to be no end to this nightmare. And nothing she did would change that depressing fact. Right now she'd been dragged to some Justice League party that she was so not enjoying. John had left her alone to speak with J'onn about some intergalactic matter and she was standing by the snack table.

It was stupid. These people were still the friends she knew, so why didn't she feel like she should be mingling with them? Why did she feel like they were strangers to her?

She shrugged it off when her back started to ache. It was no joke being pregnant. She needed to sit down and fast. But she didn't want to sit somewhere she'd be asked how she was every two seconds.

Slowly Shayera crept up the stairs of the house they were in and found an empty bedroom. She sat down on the bed and flopped backwards. She knew she'd have some trouble getting up but for now she was comfortable.

Maybe her uncomfortable-ness around these people was because they were the future. They weren't the people they are today. Or then again, it could just be that this was some wacked out dream and she wasn't supposed to be there.

"Hey, sleepyhead, don't you know there's a party out there?" an amused sounding voice announced.

Shayera blinked a couple of times. She knew that voice. It was the voice of someone very dear to her. She started to get up, struggling; she knew she would regret lying down.

She heard footsteps and then there was Wally, red hair and all, helping her up. "Here let me…" he started to say, as he helped her get to a sitting position. "That's it."

When she finally sat up she stared at him in a daze. He was the same Wally West she had left in her real life, only slightly older. He smiled at her and she suddenly felt reassured. Same red hair, same blue eyes, same smile…

"I knew I should have taken that extra glance in the mirror, what do I have on my face today?" he joked.

And, yep, still the same sense of humour.

Shayera smiled. "Nothing… nothing at all. It's just good to see you."

"Are you all right?" he asked, looking at her quizzically.

His question brought her back to reality, well sort of. She shook her head, looked down, and then nodded.

He laughed at her. "Is that a yes?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah, I think it is." Surprisingly, she felt the best that she'd ever felt since arriving in this 'phantom zone.' And she had a good idea that it had entirely to do with her present company.

He nodded. "So you're not down there mingling, how come?"

"I just don't feel like partying tonight," she confessed. "I just don't feel like I fit in."

"Well I can understand," he placed his hand over her stomach. "With the baby and all."

"Exactly," she said quickly.

She watched as Flash's face took on a thoughtful look. "You know," he started slowly. "I'm kind of surprised you're talking to me right now."

"What!" Shayera exclaimed; she couldn't think of a single reason why she'd never talk to one of her best friends. "Why would you think that?"

"Well our last conversation wasn't the most humorous," Flash added. Shayera's face told him that she wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about. "You don't remember?"

He gave her a concerned look. Obviously, what ever they had talked about was pretty important. "I've um… been having memory lapses, I've been getting John to retell me things lately. It comes with the um… pregnancy," she improvised.

"Yeah… ok," Flash accepted. "Well speaking of John… the conversation had to do with John, you, the baby, and me."

"Um… Wally, I don't see how you'd be included in a talk about our baby," Shayera conveyed.

"That's just it, Shayera," Flash started. "It does because that baby is ours. Yours and mine."

Well that's it. I know it's a little bit of a cliff-hanger, but I'm already working on the next chapter. Really I am, really. Ok, don't believe me. I don't expect you guys to, after that one year hiatus. But I'll show you. I swear I'll have the next chapter up by next month.

And thanks to everyone who has reviewed over this past year: Captain Deadpool; Harpiebird; WhiteChocolateRaspberries; librastar; darkmistress in the shadows; darklover; and SawyerFan.

Keep the reviews coming… umm… whoever is still reading this that is.