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Wally had thrown down the phone as if it had burned him. His eyes were wide open and his hands were shaking. This was… this was wrong. He couldn't do this! He wasn't ready for this! The Rogues had been teaching him contingency plans for getting them out of jail, but this wasn't jail. This was the freaking Justice League. This was an entire team of super powerful heroes! Wally felt the air leaving his lungs, whooshing out as if to escape him. Who wouldn't want to escape him? But that didn't matter at the moment because Wally couldn't breathe and there was something wrong and therewasn' ?WallywasgoingtodiehereandtheRoguesweregoingtobestuckanditwouldbehisfaultand –

A panicked voice tore Wally from his freak-out, "Momentum? Momentum, are you still there? Are you okay? Where are you, Momentum? Please answer me if you're alright!"

With shaking fingers, Wally finally grabbed the phone and cradled it to his ear, curling in on himself and clutching at his chest with the other hand. He attempted to drag in enough air, but there just wasn't enough. For some reason, Uncle Barry's voice was soothing. It was helping calm Wally down, but that didn't mean that he could breathe yet. Voice wheezy and panicked, Wally stuttered out, "Uhn-uhn- Barr-ry. C-can't breathe. H-hel-help."

Barry sucked in a breath and for a moment, Wally couldn't help but feel like the Flash wasn't going to help him. The Flash was going to leave him to die away from Central with his family all rotting in a Justice League prison. And why should the Flash help him? Wally had never been kind to him and he'd never taken the time to get to know him. He was a horrible person and Barry had no reason to – wait. No. No, no, no, no. He did not just call the Flash Barry. Wally's desperate wheezes increased and his shaking hands almost dropped the phone. Black started crawling into his vision, promising silky calm and peace. Barry's voice startled him back into consciousness, "Momentum. You need to calm down. We can do this over the phone, but it would be easier if I was there with you. Can you tell me where you are?" The only thing Wally could get out was the state the safe house was in. Anything else required too much breath.

Barry hummed lightly in encouragement and said, "Alright, stay with me. Can you breathe with me? Count with me and breathe with me. Can you do that?" Wally nodded, not even noticing that Barry wouldn't know since he wasn't at the safe house yet. Barry continued anyways, voice calm and pitched low, "Alright, good. Ready? In... hold… out. Uno. In… hold… out. Laba. In… hold… out. Tlieta. In… hold… out. Empat. In… hold… out. Pae. In… hold… out. Chwech. In… hold… out. Seacht. In… hold… out. Eahta. In… hold… out. Negen. In… hold… out. Zehn." At some point during the spiel, Barry had appeared in front of him, holding one of Wally's hands to his own red clad chest and running his fingers soothingly through Wally's exposed bright red hair. He paused after getting to ten before making sure to look at Wally and asking, "You doing okay there now, bud?"

"Why do you even know so many languages?" Wally breathed out, still getting used to the feeling of being able to breath.

Barry's grin seemed a little off today, "I imagine for the same reason you knew all of them: it helps to know languages when you're running around the world. If you get stranded somewhere, it's going to help if you can ask for help." Wally just nodded, too emotionally exhausted to speak.

He was not, however too emotionally exhausted to squeak embarrassingly when Barry manually picked the younger speedster up and sat the two of them down on the living room couch. Barry was packed into one spot, leaning against the side of the couch. He'd placed Wally so the redhead was sprawled across the other two places with his legs hooking off then end and his head in Barry's lap. It was one of the most mortifying things he'd ever experienced. That didn't stop him from leaning into Barry's touch and just lying there in silence. Wally thought that he did pretty well for his first panic attack. He hadn't realized that they were that awful.

After another moment of silence, Barry spoke again, his voice still pitched low and soothing, "Momentum. I have to ask you a question, but I don't want you to freak out. Can you stay calm for me?"

The teen wanted to snap at his uncle, say that yes, he was perfectly fine and he didn't need to be coddled, but the fact that he didn't have enough energy to snap at his uncle seemed to go against his point. Instead, he admitted defeat and nodded. The Flash continued, "Why did you call me Barry?"

Wally froze up. He'd known he'd slipped up and called the Flash by his real name, but somewhere in the haze of panic he'd forgotten about that. He could feel his breath quickening again, but he gritted his teeth and took a steadying breath instead of succumbing to the threatening panic attack. His voice was quiet and raspy when he asked, "Isn't that your name?"

"What makes you think it is?" Barry asked back.

Wally closed his eyes, subconsciously leaning further into the fingers Barry was still carding gently through his hair. He answered, "I know your name is Barry Allen. I know that you're a forensic scientist with the Central City Police Department. Don't worry, though. I haven't told anyone. And I won't. Sorry for freaking you out."

"Sorry for freaking me out?" Barry tried to laugh, but now that Wally was looking for it, he could still detect the note of fear in Barry's voice when the man continued, "I should say sorry for freaking you out. The news I gave you kind of threw you into a full-blown panic attack. I really should have been more tactful. I wasn't thinking."

"… Why did the Justice League arrest the Rogues? Where are they right now?" Wally pressed, finally starting to get his breath back.

Barry paused and for a long moment, Wally didn't think he would answer and then, "The Rogues are still with the Justice League. They're at headquarters. They were stealing something. I think we were justified in arresting them."

Wally wrinkled his nose, "Why are they still with you, then? Shouldn't they be in transit to some sort of prison?" The blonde speedster hesitated again and Wally added a pitiful, "Please. They're my family."

Barry sighed, "We've gotten hold of a rumor that the Light wants the Rogues for something. We want to make sure that the Rogues don't get pulled into something like that and hurt…. We also really don't want the Rogues joining the Light. That would be very bad."

The Light. What was up with them? Suddenly they were permeating all the parts of his life. That was irritating. Wally bit back his further questions and joked, "And, what? I'm not good enough for protection via jail?"

It was something in the way Barry's lips twitched slightly into a frown that brought Wally to attention. It gave him less than half a second's worth of warning, but that was more than enough. Leaping to his feet, Wally managed to catch Barry under the chin with the back of his wrist. It was a sloppy hit and not enough to do any damage other than momentarily distract the enemy. And that's what Barry was now. Wally's jerk reaction attempt to flee had been all that had saved him from the inhibitor collar that Barry had been seconds from snapping around his relaxed, unsuspecting neck. Wally's eyes were wide and he was panting again, not quite over the whole ordeal, "Seriously? You came here just to arrest me? Was that the plan the whole time? You knew that we called you when one of ours go missing so you captured the rest of the Rogues so I'd call you and you'd have an excuse to come arrest me? What charges are you even bringing me up on?"

Barry grimaced, something sad drifting across the lower half of his face, "You are being charged with aiding and abetting criminal transactions. You as good as admitted it when you called to find out where the Rogues were."

"So that was the plan the whole time. You tricked me!" Wally really shouldn't have been so hurt by this. He should have known better. His voice went higher as he continued to get angrier, "Was that whole sob story you told me the other day just for the fun of it? Was it just so I'd trust you enough now for you to capture me? Was anything you ever did to help me like you always claimed?"

"Momentum, please. You know that it was to help you. We only recently got word of the Light's decision to use you guys. We needed to act fast and we knew that the rest of the criminal world would not take lightly to you guys just coming with us, so we have to arrest you. We're all just trying to keep you guys safe." Barry pleaded, hands out in supplication. It didn't help that he still had the inhibitor collar in his hand. The sight of it made Wally feel physically ill. He'd been in one of those before. He'd felt the smooth metal and plastic of the device that held his powers captive. He'd felt the itchy fibers of the material they made the actual collars out of. He'd felt the trapped, horrible experience of not being able to run. There was a constant, burning itchwantneed to run, to be faster, but no way to relieve the itch. He never wanted to experience that again.

Unbidden, tears pricked Wally's eyes and he stumbled backwards. He didn't even say another word before throwing himself out the door as fast as he could. He had to get away. He needed to leave. He absolutely could not stay there with that man who had betrayed him time and time again. He couldn't stay in the same room as that infernal collar. A few states over, he realized that the Flash was still following him. Wally needed to get away. He needed somewhere that the Flash either couldn't follow or wouldn't be willing to. Where on earth was there a place like that? While he thought, Wally continued to flee, crossing entire countries in minutes. He could practically feel the Flash catching up to him.

Thinking fast, Wally saw a village next to the beach in whatever country they were currently in. The village was completely deserted, all of the people further uphill, doing some sort of dance or something. Wally didn't have time to care about what they were doing. He didn't have time to care about them. The Rogues were right. He couldn't feel regret when it meant saving his family. And he couldn't save his family if he was captured.

Making a split second turn, Wally starting running in a small circle on the water, twisting and turning until he had succeeded. He saw the Flash run up to where he was. He saw the expression of horror on the Flash's face before he ran away. In the background, he could hear the winds and splashing that represented the virtual hurricane he had just created to crash into the empty village. Flash had the choice of either unravelling the hurricane, or running after Wally. It was basically the same as the last time Wally had been close to jail; he took advantage of the Flash's heroic qualities to avoid getting captured. The older Rogues had been right. It did get easier each time.

Wally turned again once he was out of the Flash's sight. He had a significant head-start now. And he knew the perfect place to disappear. Within minutes, Wally was wearing his Arrow suit and was in the same bar from his first mission, politely inquiring after an Eel.

He was informed by the Catwoman waitress the Eel wasn't here at the moment. Apparently the man had told Catwoman (who introduced herself as Ramona – only to the people that Eel trusts, of course) that it was the Kid (Wally) who convinced him to go up and meet her. The two had started dating the day Wally had left the bar which he found kind of weird, but whatever. And then Eel had apparently gone underground after a heist gone bad with his old ring. Ramona offered to give Wally Eel's phone number, but he declined. He already had the number. Finding a seat and ordering some fries and a burger, Wally pulled out his burner cell and dug out Eel's business card. He dialed it in and held the phone to his ear, glancing around the room suspiciously and taking a couple bites of his burger. It was loud enough in there that no one would overhear him but he'd still be able to hear Eel.

It took a few rings, but eventually someone picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Uh, is this Eel? This is the Kid. I met you in that bar with Catwoman. Who you're apparently dating now." Wally asked, nudging the food on his plate with one finger.

"Kid! My man, what's up? I didn't think I'd be hearing from you so soon. Need some more awesome advice? How'd the stuff with Onomatopoeia go down? That vigilante out of the way now?" Eel asked, rapid fire. There was something in his voice that made Wally feel like maybe Eel didn't want the vigilante to be dead.

Frowning a little bit, Wally said, "How about I hear out your problems first? I heard that your ring left you after a heist gone wrong. You doing okay?"

"You know, man, I'm actually not. And, strangely enough, I actually feel comfortable talking to you about this. Maybe it's because it's over the phone. Maybe it's because you're totally a kid, no matter what you say. You see, I'm in a bit of a rough patch. I didn't come out of that botched job pristine and – get this – some monk took me in and patched me up. He even got the police to leave. There's other stuff going on too, but… I don't know. We'll see. I'm just kind of having a crisis. Being a criminal never really got me anywhere and my ring were a bunch of losers who ditched me at the last moment. Ramona – that's the Catwoman waitress – wants to get a more respectable job now that she's saved up some money. Maybe going the opposite might be the best decision. I don't know." Eel got out all in one rush.

"Haha, your problems are pretty sucky. But, I gotta ask, when you say 'maybe going the opposite', how opposite are you talking? Like, normal life, or police officer opposite?" Wally asked. Freddie was totally wrong. He had more than one friend! He had Freddie and Roy and Eel. Take that.

Wally could practically hear Eel shrug, "Well, I was actually thinking more towards… more towards the superhero spectrum."

There was silence for a long moment (at least, it felt long to Wally) before Wally let out a deep breath and said, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. I just… I said there was other stuff going on and that, well. I can do a lot of stuff now that I couldn't do before and I could totally help people! I just… it's a pretty big adjustment, you know? Criminal to superhero? My ring abandoned me, like, a day ago. So I'm not sure what I want to do or anything. I might just go normal life style. Then again, I'm not sure I can anymore." Eel said, finishing off sounding infinitely sad.

Wally thought for a moment. Obviously it wasn't taking as long in normal people time, but it was still nice that Eel was willing to let him think it through. Wally really didn't want to do this because it kind of seemed like betraying everything he stood for as a villain and as a betrayed little street kid, but… "Hey Eel, if you really want to be a superhero, I've got the Flash's phone number. Just let me know and I'll hit you up, okay?"

There was a stunned pause and then, "You are full of surprises, Kid! Man, where'd you even get that? Nevermind, I don't want to know. Now, what kind of problems are you facing? I've got to really step up after your awesome assist there."

"Some of my friends were arrested by the Justice League. I know how to get them out of the major prisons and whatnot, but the JL is keeping my friends at their HQ. I know where the HQ is, but I don't know how to get my friends out. Like, do I free them and then distract while they run? Or do I distract, throw them something to free themselves with and make a run for it? I have zero clues as to what to do." Wally sighed, placing his head in his hands and staring dejectedly at his food.

"Yo, I've got no idea. That kind of thing is not quite up my alley. Plus, if I gave you too many ideas, it might kill my chances at becoming a hero, you know? All I can say is… well, I guess think about the fact that they expect normal full frontal and normal sneaky attacks. Try to do something that they've never seen before. Improv on the spot. Stuff like that. That's what will get you and your friends out. But, man, call me when you're done, yeah? Because otherwise I'm going to assume you died in there or something." Eel said, voice simultaneously worried and amused.

Wally cracked a grin in response even though Eel couldn't see, "Thanks man. I'll call you then. Talk to you soon hopefully. Bye Eel."

"Patrick, Kid. The name's Patrick. I figured it was the least I could do." Eel – no, Patrick – responded.

Wally had to blink at that, not entirely certain it just happened, "I'm Wally. Goodbye Patrick." And with that, Wally pulled the phone away, already hearing dial tones.

He thought over what Patrick had told him. He had to find a unique approach. He needed to do something they wouldn't see coming. What he really needed was access to their actual headquarters. They said that JL HQ was at the Hall of Justice, but Wally did not believe that for a second. Sure, there was probably an entrance to the actual headquarters within the Hall of Justice, but that was not where they actually met and made decisions. They weren't that stupid. So… what to do? Getting into the place would be his first challenge. He certainly wasn't good enough at breaking in to get into a superhero stronghold and they probably had enough safeties to prevent someone of any skill from getting in. So… he could vibrate through the wall! That would work! Well, if he could vibrate through something. He'd never tried doing it before.

There was his first step! He just needed to practice vibrating through walls and then he could go back to planning. Quickly paying for his food, Wally left the bar and sped over to Central. He'd go to one of the safehouses and practice this! It was his only chance to get his family back.

It didn't work. Vibrating through walls was a lot harder than it should have been. The ginger speedster had tried three times now and nothing had happened. Fantastic. Gritting his teeth, Wally prepared to try again, but then he heard a sound. He only got a chance to whip around before the Flash was standing there looking at him. Wally snarled, "What do you want?" What did he have to do to get away from this guy?

The Flash shrugged, "I figured you'd end up in one of the safehouses eventually. Whatcha trying to do over there?"

"Why do you care?" Wally growled. He refused to show his back to the Flash, but because of their positions and location of the furniture, he couldn't actually escape the room. He felt a desperate anger well in him. This shouldn't be this difficult! Why did he keep messing up so badly?

"I know a trick or two for vibrating through things, you know. How about I teach you how to do it and you come with me so the Justice League can protect you?" Barry asked.

"How about you get out of my house and never come back?" Wally muttered angrily, clenching his fists.

The Flash beamed because he had problems, "Alright, I'll teach you. So, everything vibrates at a certain frequency, right? All you have to do to vibrate through something is to vibrate yourself at that certain frequency. You should be able to judge the kinetic forces around you to know what the frequency you have to get to is. C'mon, try it." He beamed again.

"I hate you." Wally muttered viciously. The Flash didn't seem at all affected by it. On the one hand, trying it again would mean putting his back to the Flash and that would mean presenting the man with an easy opportunity to take him down. On the other hand, Flash had given some pretty good tips, so he supposed that he really should try. It wasn't his fault that the Flash was basically helping him break his family out of the JL HQ. Taking a deep breath, Wally tilted to the side and put his hand on the wall, trying to sense the kinetic energy of the wall…. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing. Fantastic.

Trying again, Wally felt with his own kinetic energy and just kind of, thought about it. Lo and behold, he could feel the energy of wall. Grinning victoriously, Wally started vibrating, taking a few steps back. His eyes were alight with discovery as he ran through the wall! Well, as he tried to run through the wall. Because he failed. Epically. Closing his eyes, Wally felt at his nose – the victim of the point of impact. It was definitely broken and bleeding and bruised and he must look like a mess right now. He couldn't even take off his cowl to set the nose because the Flash was still there and what if he recognized Wally?

"Shoot!" Flash shouted, rushing over to Wally's side. Wally scrambled away from him, hunching his shoulders up and raising his hands to defend himself. The whites of the Flash's cowl widened and he stepped back, his arms raised, "Sorry! Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Do you need help setting your nose? I don't know what happened. That was exactly what my mentor told me when he was showing me how to vibrate through things."

Wally wasn't paying attention. He'd seen one of Trickster's gadgets lying on the couch next to him and he realized that he'd managed to switch his and Barry's positions. He gripped the gadget and shot it at Barry, only slightly noticing that it was some sort of launched bomb that exploded into a multitude of multicolored hamsters.

If Wally hadn't been running as fast as he could to get away from the Flash, he would have definitely done a double take and stared incredulously at the gadget that definitely was not big enough to have been holding that many hamsters. Wally also wanted to see how they were surviving in there because the Rogues hadn't been back to this safe house in a good two weeks.

None of that mattered at the moment, though. All that mattered was the Wally finally had an idea for breaking his family out.

Author's Note: Wow. I was trying to be nice by updating, like, six days early, but this horror is a gift to no one. Also, I have never had a panic attack, so I'm super sorry if I described it wrong! Thanks for reading guys! I'm going to ask for five more reviews for another chapter! Oh hey – also, as a side note. From this chapter forth, I'm going to dedicate each chapter to whomever I think has the coolest penname. So guests, be creative and enter in the best pennames you can think of! And don't worry users, you still have plenty of chances to win. I already have a couple people I know will win a round if they review! Good luck! I look forward to awesome pennames!