Wow... Endgame was just... wow

Watching the show, I've definitely gotten attached to these characters. Just like every other YJ fan. Since I started this story, though, I've grown much more attached to Wally and Dick. I get attached to my story characters. So seeing what happened to Wally, I started to cry.

My family made fun of me. Calling me weird for crying over a fictional character. Wally's more than that, though. He's made an impact in my life. I'm sure he's impacted all of you guys' too.

So this chapter is dedicated to him. Wally West. MIA. Not dead.


*Kid Flash/Wally West*

School. Sucks doesn't it? Especially since I have to confront Leslie today. Leslie. The bitch. I still couldn't believe she had deliberately lied in order to keep Dick and I apart. She had always been so easygoing and cool. What was wrong with her?

Wandering around campus I realized I needed to get it over with. I had to ask Leslie why she had done it. I knew Leslie would either be in the library by herself studying or with her friends. Hoping luck was on my side, I made my way over to the library.

I found her there, her nose buried in her pre-calculus book. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, exposing her face. Unlike some girls, Leslie looked just as gorgeous with her up than with her hair down. She looked so innocent sitting there, honestly concerned about her studies. Her eyes furrowed in that adorable way and I felt my anger beginning to dissipate. She looked like the Leslie that I always knew. The one I spent all those nights with.

No. NO! Come on Wally! She deliberately lied to you. She practically sent jocks after you to beat you up. Stay angry!

I walked up to the table and she looked up from her textbook. Surprise flashed in her eyes before she smiled at me. "Hey Wally." Then she pulled out her cell phone and typed quickly on the touch screen. "What's up?"

I sighed and took a seat across from her, trying to be as angry as I could. I just couldn't. Looking at Leslie's smiling face, I realized that I was more sad than angry. Leslie and I had gone through a lot together. She was there for me when I felt completely disgusted with myself. We had gotten close as friends. Why'd she have to lie and mess all that up?

"Leslie…" I whispered, looking right into her eyes. They widened in surprise at my somber tone but she didn't say anything. "Leslie. Why'd you lie about Dick?"

She opened her mouth to say something before deciding against it, letting out air in one long huff. She looked away from me, looking upset. Her eyes flickered to the left. I followed her gaze to see four girls beginning to sit at the table next to us.

"Wally. I'm sorry. I just… I couldn't lose you," she said, looking back at me. She sneaked another glance back at the girls.

"Leslie," I breathed impatiently. "You never had me." A look of horror struck her face. I felt guilt beginning to build in my chest. "You turned me down, remember? I was willing to start something more real and you just…" I shook my head at the memory.

She glanced back at the other girls before looking at her textbook, obviously trying to keep her eyes on her textbook. "I didn't want to end up heartbroken…" she whispered. The heart began to beat loudly. Heartbroken? Did that mean…

"You liked me?"

She nodded solemnly, biting her lip. "Yes, Wally. I did. And when you asked me out, it was more like you were using me to get over Dick." She sighed, glancing again over at the girls. "I didn't want to get serious with someone who didn't return my feelings."

I looked down at my hands. I had done that. Gosh, I was such a jerk. Why would I assume that after so many nights together that she wouldn't develop feelings? Sex is meant to be intimate. That's probably how she saw it when she was with me. And here I was, confronting her about lying to me when what I did was so much worse.

She glanced over at the girls and I followed her gaze for the second time. The four girls were sitting at the table next to us, their eyes glued to Leslie and I, and they were… smiling. My eyes fell upon the girl on the left side of the table and my heart stopped. That wasn't just any girl. That was Frances Kane. Frankie. Most selfish, evil, manipulative girl in the whole school. And, unfortunately, my ex-girlfriend.

The three girls with her. Those were her posse. Or, at least, they are now. Frankie didn't have complete blonde idiots following her around when we dated. All that happened after we broke up.

There was one more thing about Frankie. The one thing that made my heart feel like it was ripping in half. Frankie used people in her little games. She had scary power and influence. She was always ruining people's lives and playing pranks. And based off that expression on her face, I was in the middle of one of her games.

I suddenly remembered when I met Leslie at that café. There were three girls there that went to our school. They had been Frankie's little minions. I recognized them now. And Leslie had texted someone right when I approached her. Leslie was playing Frankie's game.

I looked at Leslie and scowled. "Liar." She whipped her eyes to me and they widened. "You're playing Frankie's game, aren't you?" I whispered so that Frankie and her little followers didn't hear.

She looked surprised and looking about ready to protest. I glared at her and narrowed my eyes and she changed her mind and slumped her shoulders and nodded her head, shutting her eyes tight. I couldn't believe it. This whole time. This whole DAMN time, Leslie was only following Frankie's orders. No doubt to become part of Frankie's group. I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes. I had told so much to Leslie. I had trusted her. The only person I ever trusted more was Dick.

"Why?" I croaked, trying my best to make sure the tears didn't fall. "Why did Frankie do this?"

Leslie gasped slightly at the watery look in my eyes. "Frankie… she uh…" she whispered, leaning closer to me. "She found you a threat."

"Threat."

"Uh… yeah. Hey boyfriend… Hartley… she thinks he's… well she says that… um…"

"West!" I heard a voice call from across the library. I turned around to see Hartley himself strolling over to me. He was such a cool guy. I really wonder what he sees in Frankie.

"Dude!" I said, giving him an honest smile. He walked over to me and I stood up, giving him a fist bump. "What's up?"

"Not much. I- Oh hey Franks!" he said, seeming to finally take notice of Frankie there. I pretended to look surprised as she stood up from her spot, smiling. She walked over to him and he slung an arm across her shoulders. He kissed her cheek softly and sweetly and I couldn't help but feel that Frankie didn't deserve such affection.

"Anyways Wally, band practice has been slow goings. We lost like three people and we've been desperately trying to make up for it." Hartley continued with a roll of his eyes. His gaze suddenly landed on Leslie and he smiled.

"So, West. You with Leslie?" he asked, a cocky grin on his face. I raised my eyebrows, pretending to look surprised. I glanced back at Leslie, who was still sitting down at the table, before returning my gaze to Hartley.

"Nah, she's just a friend," I explained. He raised his own eyebrows, amused and he continued to give me that cocky grin.

"Wally's already in a relationship," Frankie suddenly spoke up. I froze. Uh oh. I had told Leslie I was with Dick. There was no doubt in my mind that Leslie had told Frankie. I felt completely betrayed.

"Really?" Hartley asked, his smile growing even wider.

"Uh yeah…" I said, awkwardly rubbing my arm. "His name's Dick. We got together on Tuesday."

Hartley's smile instantly faded. "You're… you're with a boy?" he asked. I nodded my head at him.

"Huh," he said, his arm falling from Frankie's shoulder. "That's… quite the surprise."

"Yeah," I mumbled, wanting to get this over with. If Hartley was disgusted, I just wanted him to come out with it. I didn't want to play this game with him. Sure, Hartley was a pretty good friend but if he wasn't accepting of my relationship with Dick I wasn't going to deal with it.

Hartley continued to stare at me. His eyes weren't wide and his mouth was closed but you couldn't get away from the fact that he looked extremely surprised.

"Well… uh… hope you're happy," he said, with a light punch to my shoulder. Before I could respond, he turned around and quickly made his way out of the library. Frankie glared at me before following him out, followed shortly by her posse, all three of them looking like lost puppies.

"She's jealous," Leslie said behind me and I quickly turned around to look at her. "Hartley has a crush on you. He's had it since before he was even with Frankie."

"Hartley's gay?" I asked softly. I never would've guessed that. Obviously, he hadn't guessed I was gay either.

Leslie nodded her head. "I'm pretty sure. I mean, that's what Frankie says. She also says Hartley has a crush on you."

"Right. Like I would believe anything Frankie would say," I said scornfully, crossing my arms. "Shouldn't you be following her, anyways? That's why you did all this, right? So she'd accept you."

Leslie sighed. "Yes. And I'm sorry Wally. I really am." She stood up and closed her textbook. She slung on her backpack and made quick haste in leaving the library.

Wow Wally. When it comes to girls, you really know how to pick 'em.

*xoOox*

*Robin/Dick Grayson*

After school, Artemis demanded that the three of us go to the indoor skating rink. I declined, saying I had too much homework to do. Barbara though, to my complete surprise, accepted the offer and the two of them went to the rink together.

I went straight home, wanting to quickly finish my homework so that I could go spend some time with Wally before I had to go out on patrol. I was desperate to see him. To kiss him. But there were some things I wanted to him about. A certain video of us kissing that had hit YouTube recently, for instance. I wonder how long it'll take before I see the video on one of those gossip channels.

I sped through my homework, barely even reading my math questions before quickly writing down numbers that looked like they might be the answer. I really didn't care at the moment. I had a 98% in the class. I could do a bullshit job and be fine.

When I finished, I quickly called Wally. The phone rang several times and eventually went to his voice mail. I frowned at the phone but left a message. Why hadn't he picked up? He should be out of school by now…

*xoOox*

*Kid Flash/Wally West*

Huh… so Frankie didn't lie after all.

Hartley was currently kissing me, his hands resting on my shoulders. I was shocked at first, just sort of standing there trying to make sense of what was going on. When his hand began to travel down my chest and he moaned into my mouth did my mind finally click and I pushed him away. He gave me a pouted look, the kind I'd seen on Dick.

Hartley and I had been walking home after school when he pulled me aside into the front yard of an abandoned house. I had followed him around the corner of the house, where no one would see us. I thought that Hartley had something he wanted to talk to me about. I mean, we were friends after all. What I hadn't expected was him to start kissing me.

I looked at him, shocked. "Hartley. I told you. I'm with Dick."

"And I'm with Frankie. So what?" He made another move to kiss me but I put my hands on his chest and began to push.

"Dude stop," I told him. "I love Dick. I want to be with him."

Hartley stopped his struggles against my hands and I looked at his face to see it complete sadness reflecting back at me. He quickly looked away from my gaze and took a step back. "This isn't fair. Wally… this just… isn't fair."

We stood in an awkward silence. Hartley's fists were clenched and he looked away from me. I swallowed, not sure what to say. So… Hartley did like me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Hartley was a friend. A pretty close one but still just a friend. But would I have dated him? If Hartley had come clean about his crush on me earlier, would I have started a relationship? Standing here now, it sounded ridiculous. I loved Dick. Not Hartley. But who knows… I might've. Especially during those days where I was desperate for affection. Affection I thought Leslie gave me.

"I've liked you for so long, Wally. I don't think I've had a crush on someone so badly before." Hartley finally said, breaking the silence. "I kept my distance, though. You seemed to obviously be interested in girls. You dated Frankie and you were sleeping with Leslie. I didn't want to be heartbroken. So I didn't act on my feelings."

His anger appeared to be building but he refused to look at me and I felt myself growing uncomfortable with this conversation. "Then I finally find out that you're not against the idea of dating a guy and you claim to already love someone else. Wally… it's not fair. I want you, Wally."

My heart's pace increased dramatically. Hartley had a crush on me. And here I was, about ready to reject him. I know firsthand how much that hurt.

My cell phone began to buzz in my pocket. I quickly reached inside my pocket and pushed the silent button without looking at the caller id. I was a little preoccupied.

"I'm sorry Hartley. I love Dick." I said softly. Hartley squeezed his eyes before beginning to walk away. "Hartley!" I called after him. He stopped in his tracks but didn't move, his fist still clinched in anger. "I still want to be friends, Hartley. No one has to know about what just happened."

"Why?" he asked still showing his back to me. "You ashamed about it?"

"No." I said surprised. "I just don't want this to ruin your life. You're with Frankie. You technically cheated on her. I don't want your reputation ruined." Wow. Since when did I care about reputation? I guess it was different this time. Hartley would have more to deal with than just cheating on Frankie. People would use the fact that he was gay against him constantly. I knew what it was like to be beaten up. I wasn't about to let Hartley go through the same thing.

"Whatever West," he mumbled before walking away, leaving me alone at the side of the house.

I felt like such a jerk. I felt anger beginning to build up inside me. I was such a terrible person! I punched the house's wall hard and felt the skin on my knuckles break open. I looked at the small wound on my fist and blew on it. It would be gone by the time I got home. I wish it wouldn't though. There were times when I wished I had scars. They serve as permanent reminders of times when we should've been more careful or how much we've progressed in life. Scars teach you lessons, help you to mature.

But here I was, not a single scar on my body since I got my powers because of my accelerated healing.

A sudden cool wind blew and I shivered, hugging myself. I had to go. I needed comfort. I needed support.

I need Dick.


I promise, Nathan Prince WILL be in the next chapter.