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Zatannagurl – It is sad. I feel so bad for Wally. He's trying to balance so many things. At the same time, though, a lot of this is of his own making. But then there's the fact that people made him this way… either way, he's just not having a good time of things. Thanks for the review!

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Button – Same. I always want to pull Wally out of my stories and hug him. I know that I'm the one doing it to him, but he just needs some love. I'm not actually sure if I've ever seen a fight between a guinea pig and a lawn mower, but I think I understand the idea. Don't worry, it doesn't sound that weird :P Thanks for the review!

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Wally slunk into the safe house, spirits low and physically tired from his run. He could hear the Rogues in the kitchen, probably waiting for him. They had fully endorsed his plan and had even given him some suggestions that led to his idea of taking Kaldur and running with him, but Wally still felt like he failed. The worst part was: he didn't know who he felt like he failed. The mission was a success. Grodd had seemed pleased at the results despite the fact that Tolifhar had probably been arrested by King Solovar and the giant gorilla had even gone so far as to tell Wally that he did a good job. The Rogues were glad that he'd actually called when he needed help and they told him that his idea was good and that he pulled off the whole thing quite well, so it wasn't like they thought he failed. And they were the only ones who mattered, right? Wally didn't care what anyone else thought.

So why had the disappointed look on Uncle Barry's face make him feel like he failed something vital? Why did that man's opinion matter to Wally? Wally hated him. He never wanted to see him again. He never wanted to interact with the man. So why did he care? Was it just lingering feelings from when he was young and not yet abandoned? Wally had thought all of those feelings were wiped out. He hadn't thought there were any left. And yet, here was this need to impress his awesome Uncle and make his Uncle proud. And it was stupid. And Wally hated it.

Len's voice sounded from the kitchen, "Come in here, Wally."

For a moment – one stretched out to eternity, Wally considered walking into that kitchen. He considered seeing his family's reactions. They would probably be happy, but they would probably be pitying too. His first solo mission and he goes and runs into a bunch of heroes? Not good. And they'd probably fuss at him and tell him that he needed to up his training and that he should make his debut soon so the hero world started to get a sense of who he is. They'd tell him that they would always help him and save him and be there for him and it would be beautiful. It would be exactly what Wally needed. People who genuinely cared for him would take the time to comfort him and help him work through problems.

Then a memory of a snarled word – monster – flashed through Wally's head and he knew he couldn't go in there with the Rogues. He didn't deserve it. They were perfect – too perfect for him. He was a monster and a liar and a horrible person and not even a human being and he didn't even know what he was doing with his life and they shouldn't have to comfort him.

Mind – they'd be furious when he eventually got home, but somehow that only made the idea seem better to Wally. He deserved them being mad at him. He deserved all of it. He deserved to be kicked out and hated and for some reason this group wasn't doing that and they should and –

And Wally needed to get out of there. He called out as he turned on his heel and walked towards the door, "I'm going for a run!" He at least took the time to drop off his comm as he ran. He didn't want them tracking him. They wouldn't be able to catch up to him, but he didn't want to try to guess what they'd do. There were panicked shouts (and angry ones) as he tore out the door, but he'd already made his decision and he wasn't going back on it now. He was halfway across the state before any of the Rogues would have been able to make it to the front door.

It took him about three minutes to realize that he had literally zero clue where he was going. His aimless running was helping with his problems, but there was a good chance that he was completely lost. Plus, he'd already been tired out from carrying those boxes back and forth earlier. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

Images of Kaldur left on a small island right along the equator line surrounded by chemically induced fire flashed through Wally's mind unbidden. This was the right decision.

His determination was strengthened, but that really didn't help him any. Determination didn't get you anywhere. You needed a clear-cut goal for that determination. Shrugging his shoulders and deciding on a random direction, Wally figured that he really didn't care. If he got lost… well, he could run really fast. It wouldn't take him long to find somewhere he recognized.

When Wally finally finished racing around the world, he was pleased to note that he knew where he was. That sense of pride dimmed a little when he remembered that it was Digger who had taught him that this isolated country in South Asia was surrounded by mountains and called Bhutran.

For one of the first times in Wally's life, he was out of breath and tired enough that he felt like he would never be able to run again. A quick glance at the built in watch protected by a hard cover told him that he'd been running for a good part of three hours now. The Rogues must be beside themselves at this point.

Tired and a little done with everything, Wally found a wall and slid down it, wrapping his arms around himself. He wished there was someone else to wrap their arms around him. He also wished that no one had the misfortune of being close enough to him to wrap their arms around him in comfort. He didn't know what he wanted. He didn't know what he didn't want.

Maybe he knew a little. He knew that he wanted to help people and he knew that he wanted a family. That was it. He'd had a sucky life for fifteen years. Wasn't it okay for him to ask for those two things? Everyone else got to have things like that all the time. Why couldn't he? Wally laughed bitterly to himself. Somehow all he ever did was sit and complain about his lot in life. He was pathetic. He didn't deserve those things. He'd already gotten more than he deserved.

He was a freak and a monster and unredeemable and somehow he was still given a home and people who cared about him. That was more than enough. He didn't need to get everything he wanted. This was better than living alone on the streets trying to survive off of not enough food and too many sleepless nights trying to make sure that no one shanked him in his sleep. This was better. This was good enough. This was perfect. Wally would take what he had and be thankful for it. Wishing for more was stupid and presumptuous of him. If there was anything out there looking out for the people of this world, then Wally had already gotten more than enough from the being. No point in wasting his time pretending that he could be completely happy for once in his pitiful existence.

Wally couldn't help the tears that welled in his eyes. Did he even care anymore?

And then there was a voice just in front of him, "You look a little down in the dumps over there." Flash. Of course. Because Wally's pity party wouldn't be complete without the person he hated the most coming to bother him.

Flash slid down the wall next to him and said, "You shouldn't have taken Kaldur like that."

"Who else would you have had me take?" Wally asked, voice wrecked. He didn't care that anyone who heard him would be able to guess that he was on the verge of tears. He didn't care about anything.

The was a frown in Flash's voice when he answered, "You didn't have to take anyone."

"And just let you capture me? No thanks." Wally snorted bitterly, huddling further into himself. He wasn't sure if he was trying for comfort or if he was trying to get farther away from the man next to him.

His Uncle Barry asked gently, "Are you okay, Momentum?"

And that was too much. Wally was emotionally stretched out and hanging on by a thread and that snapped it. He wanted to ask if Kaldur was okay. He wanted to tell the Flash to leave him alone. He wanted… he wanted… He didn't know! Practically growling it out, Wally shouted, "Why do you care? Haven't I made it clear that I don't want you here? That I don't want you anywhere near me? I'm a villain! I steal things and use people as hostages! Why do you care?" He had whipped to his feet at one point and stood to point accusingly at Flash who was still on the ground, waiting for Wally to get it all out.

Flash started talking as soon as Wally stopped, "We speedsters need to-,"

"No!" Wally interrupted, "No! That's not good enough! Do you do this with Zoom or Reverse Flash? I don't think so. It's not because we're both speedsters! Why do you care, Flash?"

This time, Flash stood too, something serious and determined in the slant of his mouth and the clench of his jaw, "You want the truth? The truth is, you remind me of someone I failed! I had a nephew who trusted me and looked up to me and he was my world. And then I failed him. His father was a no good drunk. He beat the kid too. We couldn't prove it, so there was nothing we could do. Then he went to rehab. My wife and I stayed up to date with his progress. He really looked like he was improving. He did a complete 180. I thought everything was okay, but I wasn't willing to give my nephew back yet. I couldn't afford to keep him though. We didn't have the resources to keep looking after him. My wife and I thought that if we gave him back to his father and checked up on him regularly, everything would be fine. Then his dad took him back and we never saw him again. Every time we weren't buried with something – be it mundane or world saving – the dad always said that there was something going on and we couldn't see the kid. There was always something going on. He sent us pictures, though, of him. And the dad sent us emails talking about how well he was doing at school and all the awards he got. When we tried going to his house for a surprise visit, though, he was in the hospital. He'd been in a serious accident. Struck by lightning if you can believe it. We saw him at the hospital. We came every weekend. And then something came up. I was on a Justice League mission to space for two weeks and my wife was in another country for her job for a couple weeks. In the time, he woke up and disappeared. It's been years and we have yet to see him. The chances that he's alive… His father disappeared too."

Flash took a deep breath, obviously still broken up about that. Wally held his own breath. Hearing his uncle talk about him like that… Wally wasn't sure what to think about that. He hadn't known that they'd come to the hospital to visit him. He hadn't known that they'd called and tried to visit him. He hadn't known any of it. Flash kept going, looking at Wally mask to mask, "You ask why I care even though you obviously hate me. I care because you remind me of my nephew and I won't fail someone else. I just want to help you. I'll keep pushing until you let me in. I won't stop until I feel like I've helped you. You're obviously upset. You're obviously hurt. Let me help."

For a long moment, the two just stared at each other. Wally couldn't even begin to guess at the thoughts running through the man's head. There was the strongest urge telling him to just reveal himself. Wally cleared his throat and said, "Thanks for, uh, telling me. I'm… sorry about your nephew, um, disappearing. I…" Flash looked at him expectantly and Wally slid down onto the wall he'd been leaning against before, huddling back into his original position. He finished with, "I still don't trust you. I don't… I don't know what to think about you right now. I just… I don't know."

Flash slid down the wall next to him, wearing a thoughtful frown. Suddenly, he said, "Why don't we go for a run?"

"A run?" Wally asked curiously. On the one hand, his legs burned after all the energy he'd consumed already running. On the other hand, there was always an itch under his skin begging him to just run.

"Yeah, a run. I've got some extra Light Bars in here that you can take to get some energy back – you look exhausted. And then we can just run and run until we get tired. Have you ever run with someone before? I mean, really run; not just having me following you around while you run." Flash said, obviously getting excited.

Wally allowed a small smile to curl the edges of his lips, "No, I haven't. Never found someone fast enough."

Flash beamed at him and Wally realized that this was the first time he'd smiled in front of his Uncle since he'd become Momentum. Flash laughed, "Well you've got someone fast enough now. Catch." He tossed Wally three protein packed bars and watched him eat them quickly before quirking another smile and asking, "Ready to go?"

Wally searched his Uncle's face one more time before smiling that small smile again, "Yeah, I'm ready." They were gone within the picosecond.

Author's Note: Sorry for the super, super, super short chapter. I did not have any time this weekend. I'll try to make the next chapter even longer to make it up to you guys! Thanks for reading! Two more reviews for another chapter!