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A Speedster's Providence

Unit 56

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"What do you mean by 'no'?"

Wallis snorted at her uncle's incredulous look. Barry was a generally humble guy, but as the Flash, he obviously sported a bigger ego.

"I don't want to become your sidekick," Wallis explained further.

At that admission, Barry raised a brow, before his features fell into an amused expression as he seemed to come to some sort of understanding.

"I never asked you to be," Barry pointed out, "I'm just offering you a chance to…happen to your powers before they happen to you."

Oh, so it was Wallis' ego that was showing.

"So you don't want me to be your sidekick?" she continued. "You're just going to train me and then let me do whatever I want with my powers?"

"Of course not," Barry responded, waving a hand at Wallis' dubious tone. "I'm not irresponsible. There will be boundaries."

Something steely passed through the usual jovial emerald eyes of Barry.

"The first of which is no crime-fighting." Wallis' brows crinkled. "I don't want you in the superhero business. At all."

Huh.

Wallis knew that he wasn't eager to have a 'mini-Flash', but she hadn't thought that he'd outright forbid her from the heroics.

Oh well, she supposed.

"Deal."

Unit 57

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Wallis had come to know Barry Allen.

But she was only just beginning to experience the Flash.

And apparently the Flash was marginally sensitive about his costume.

Just two days after striking a deal with her Uncle, Wallis found herself, at 4:30 am, standing (groggily) in a wide, grassy field, Barry before her donned in his hero suit. She herself wore a 'Flash' suit of her own.

When her uncle initially presented the suit to her, she had been…unenthused about it.

"I don't want to run around in a bright red leotard like you," she spoke bluntly.

"For your information I do not run in a 'leotard'," Barry huffed slightly offended, "It is a suit made of highly compressible material that can withstand heat and friction at exponentially elevated levels of speed. Not to mention it has built-in devices that bolster my defense against physical attacks."

Wallis raised a brow, dubiously glancing at the suit her uncle held up in his hands. "Looks like light-weight spandex to me."

"Well, this one is," Barry admitted with a shrug, before jabbing a thumb towards his chest, "I meant that mine wasn't."

Wallis stared at her uncle unimpressed.

Unit 58

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The Speed Force – pure speed energy.

It was the power source for the Flash.

The force wherein all Speedsters were connected – regardless of the genesis of their powers.

"As you train and grow into your powers," Barry lectured, "The Speed Force will gradually become much more than a distant connection."

"You're not going to tell me that I'll become 'one with the Force' are you?"

"If you're good enough," Barry smirked at her facetiousness. He then tapped against his head, "It all starts up here Freckles." He splayed his hand over his chest, "And in here. The Force is within you."

Wallis snorted loudly. She wasn't too sure why she found that so funny, but she just did.

"You're a conduit," Barry continued, "The Force flows both in and around you – it's what drives you. It just so happens that it drives you at superhuman speeds in addition to heightening your stamina, reflexes and regeneration abilities – among other things."

Wallis quietly considered the information. No doubt the older Speedster was only scratching the surface of their powers.

"The Flash is…a lot more powerful than people think," she pointed out.

Barry's face didn't look as smug as she'd expected. "I know."

Unit 59

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The Flash gave 'Training on the go' a whole new meaning.

After further explanations on the basic abilities of a Speedster, and reluctantly donning the suit she had been provided, Wallis was given only two words in warning –

"Keep close."

Granted, she didn't have to follow him, but something within her compelled her to run after him.

She found the experience – of running across miles of grassy plain at Barry's heels – liberating.

And draining. Though the exhaustion subsided when her Uncle slowed down to run beside her. It almost felt as if she was using some of his energy.

Speaking of energy – did she mention how she and Barry glowed?

She and he were bright and radiant – it was like they wore a pure form of energy as if it were a second skin. It enveloped them.

"It's our aura," her Uncle spoke.

So that was why she had no issues breathing? Or perceiving her environs (which oddly enough seemed even more…stunning at super-speed)? Why Barry could speak and sound as if he were stationary?

Just imagining how active her brain waves had to be in order to process everything was incredible.

This was awesome.

Wallis grinned – she was awesome.

Unit 60

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Over the weeks, Wallis had gone through quite a number of crash course lessons – emphasis on the 'crash'.

Thus far she'd gotten her face full of asphalt, gravel, grass, dirt, sand – and the bruises, cuts and scrapes to go with them. Thank goodness for her accelerated healing factor.

It seemed her clumsiness was also an ability of hers that had become heightened. Or perhaps it could be the Flash's sometimes less than helpful advice.

"You need to think less. Trust your instincts."

The end result of that piece of advice?

– She ran into the wall, several times.

"What happened?" Barry asked peering down at her prone form.

"My instincts told me that I wasn't a ninja," she deadpanned, thankful that her headache had already begun to subside, "And that I had no business running up walls."

"Okay," her uncle nodded in stride, "Let me rephrase – trust your Speedster instincts. See it in your mind first. Then just keep running."

It turned out that that had actually been sound instruction. It was easier to follow than she expected it to be.

Just keep running – that was one of the only things she could do.

But the question was – where should she run to?

Special Olympic Drabble

In which the author kinda breaks the fourth wall.

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"I could've run faster."

Wallis rolled her eyes upon hearing the comment. But she knew what she was in for when she decided to watched the Olympic Track & Field Events at her aunt and uncle's house.

"You're the Flash," she replied in a tone that said 'obviously', her eyes not leaving the screen.

"I'm the fastest man alive," he pouted as he stuffed popcorn in his mouth, "I wish the commentators would remember that."

"Uncle Barry, this is an event for non-super powered, normal people," she continued to placate the man, "The commentators were just excited."

"Why use a name like 'Bolt' anyway?" the blonde man huffed, "Lightning bolts are my thing."

"It's his real name," the red-head deadpanned.

Suspicion coloured his voice, "So they say."

Wallis threw her hands up in defeat.

A/N: My apologies for taking so long to update.

There are so many awesome abilities that come as a result of the Speed Force. It's pretty fun.

I'd really like to write about more of Wally's training experience with Barry – we'll see what happens in the next installment. I decided to let Barry train Wallis under the condition that she doesn't go into the Super-hero business. He doesn't want a sidekick but at the same time he knows he can't just let her fumble/stumble around with her powers. Of course Wallis will experiment with her powers on her own.

A couple of you have been asking if Wallis will be meeting Richard again– yes, look out for it.

The Olympic games were fun and I am a fan of Usain Bolt. How have y'all been enjoying the Olympics?

Comments/Queries/Suggestions are welcomed.

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Thanks for reading.

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