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The Special Two

Chapter Twenty

The Serenity Prayer

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A scream pierced through the dead silent night. I jolted awake at the terrified sound and gasped for breath. Books slid from my bed and hit the wooden floor with a loud thump! A cold sheen of sweat covered most of my body. I could feel some of it gather and form a droplet, which ran down my brow. My heart hammered against my chest making it feel tight and painful. When I felt strong enough I brought a shaky hand towards my face and tried to close my eyes.

The start of my self-soothing, Breathe. I told myself, letting in a trembling breath, held it then let it out softly. Just breathe.

I could feel a pressure behind my eyes start to build and a lump formed in the back of my throat.

Why would I dream of something so awful? I thought bringing both palms to my face and rubbed deeply at my closed eyes, trying to ease the images of the nightmare from my mind. I couldn't start dreaming of those things again. It was too much to bear. I shivered and felt as if I was going to explode.

A soft tap on my door caught my attention and brought me out of my horrid thoughts. I propped myself on my elbows and tried to focus in the dark room. I must have been asleep for a while but I distinctly remembered having on my desk lamp while I did my homework before I blacked out. I was hoping either my aunt or uncle had taken the liberty to shut it off for me and not some supernatural apparition.

Note to self; tell Rich no more scary movies. I apparently can't take all those special effects.

"Yeah," I answered shakily, my voice sounded rough and scratchy. That's when I realized that the screaming that woke me up from my dream was from my own mouth.

"Wally?" a cautious voice called out, as my door to my bedroom slowly opened. "May I come in there?"

"Sure, come right in." I tried to sound like my carefree self, but instead sounded like a frightened child.

My aunt's hand grabbed the doorknob as her head peeked in. Her bright green eyes scanned the room until they connected with mine. I could tell she was hesitant of what she might find, but when she found no harm. She gave me a warming smile of relief.

"You alright in here?" she asked, opening the door a little wider as light from the hallway came through into the room and made me squint.

I couldn't keep lying and pretend that everything was alright when it clearly wasn't.

"No." I answered honestly, my voice still sounding scratchy to my ears. I got up into a sitting position, no longer able to lie back anymore. I propped my knees under my chin and I wrapped my arms around my legs tightly. The memory of the night terror was so vividly clear inside my mind. I was slightly afraid that I was still dreaming right now.

"Hey kiddo, you want some water?" I could hear my uncle's voice call for me and I nodded my head, knowing he wouldn't be able to see it.

"He said yes, babe." Aunt Iris called as she crept into the room and took a seat next to me. We sat in silence for a while until I felt her warm hand touch my forehead, as she checked my temperature.

"Well you're not running a fever." She said, as if that wasn't the least of my worries.

"That's good." I responded, a bit zoned out with staring at the many freckles on my arms. I kept hoping it would somehow stop the images that were looping in my brain.

"Wally dear was it-" She started to ask about the incident, but at that exact moment my uncle came into the room with the glass of water that I dearly needed cut her off mid-sentence.

"Here you go kid." He told me as I took the glass from him, giving him my thanks and took a sip.

The cold water felt as if it was washing away the shadows that haunted my mind.

Once I got my fill I sat the glass on my nightstand and waited for the numerous questions that they were both going to ask.

"Was it another nightmare sweetheart?"

I looked down my palms and sighed. There was no way I could've kept this from either of them. I was a decent liar if I needed to be, but in situations like this. I didn't think it would be worth it, "I would be lying to you if I said no."

"What was in the dream?" Uncle Barry asked, crouching beside the bed to be level with me.

I bit on my bottom lip, feeling the swell behind my eyes again. I rested my head against my arms shielding my face that was already feeling warm. The hot tears began to fall before I could stop them as I quickly croaked out, "I don't want to remember it. So talking about it isn't going to help the cause."

I jumped a tad when I felt the strong hand from my uncle's wrap around my ankle and said, "I didn't mean to make you cry kiddo. We just want to know what happened in the dream so we can try to prevent it from happening again."

"I'm not crying!" I snapped, whipping my head up. I was frustrated that I felt so weak and useless. That I felt like a child, crying in the middle of the night over a damn nightmare. No one would ever think that I was really Kid Flash. That side of me was so brave and strong, but it's beginning to more and more difficult to call upon those strengths lately.

Like I was losing the courage inside that made me a hero. The courage that made me want to be a hero.

Fresh tears streaked down my cheeks and I swiftly brushed them away, trying to hold on to some dignity. "And what do you think I had a nightmare about?" I asked sarcastically, huffing in breath. "You two know exactly what I dreamed about. I can't get it out of my head. The scars-" I stopped because my breathing started to go erratic.

"Okay, alright." Aunt Iris tried to soothe, "Just take a deep breath, sweetheart. I need you to take a deep breath."

I shook my head and went on, "Th-the scars that won't heal. The bruises that I'll always know where they were, the cutting words he said to me. The way she never loved me."

My heart started to beat faster than normally and I choked out a breath.

"Wallace, look at me." I could hear distantly from my uncle's mouth. My vision blurred as a pair of hands turned my head to look at him. "You're having a panic attack, and you haven't had one in a very long time. I need you to take a calming breath then hold it. Do you understand me?"

A lightning shock of pain shot through me and I breathed heavily, but nodded nevertheless. I took the breath, hearing Uncle Barry do it with me. I held it, hearing my heartbeat, thumping in my ears and didn't let it out until my heart rate became normal once again.

"Wally? Are you okay?" Uncle Barry asked and I craned my neck to look over at him. I kept focusing on my breathing and wiped away any remaining tears from my face. After doing this routine for awhile I finally nodded.

There's a complete silence until Aunt Iris piped up, "I'm going to get you some warm milk." She got up and gave Uncle Barry a glance before leaving the room.

"You know we can talk about this right?" Uncle Barry assured, putting a hand to my shoulder and shook it firmly.

I nodded in response and turned my head towards his face. It held so much concern that it made me feel so much warmth that I finally had a place where I belonged and was cared for. I knew we had our doubts and our differences but that's exactly how families worked.

I just wished the memories would stop appearing. That I could get away from the dramatic past.

I took a shaky sigh then said, "I just wish they'd stop. You know? The dreams and consent memories."

I watched as my Uncle's face softened a little and he took hold of my hands, "When I was younger, before my mother died. She taught me a prayer that was passed down from her own mother: Accept the things you cannot change. Have the courage to change the things you can... and have the wisdom to know the difference."

I made a face, "You tell me that all the time Uncle Barry."

"True." He agreed, "But what do have you always told me?"

I bit my lip and gave a small smile, "That I didn't quite understand it."

"But now," He pushed.

I stopped and thought about it for a while before saying, "In order to accept the things I cannot change, I need to first understand that I can't control everything."

"Exactly," Uncle Barry nodded.

"And the, 'courage to change the things you can,' is that old aged response, which is how I can change myself."

"Go on." Uncle Barry said, grinning now.

"And the last line is pretty important right? Because it's when I have 'the wisdom to know the difference' between what I can and cannot change, I can save ourselves a lot of trouble and a lot of energy. When I can distinguish between what is in our control from what is not in our control, I can stop trying to control what I absolutely cannot control." I finished, grinning back.

"See," Uncle Barry said. "I knew there was a noggin inside that head of yours."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Maybe I do."

I watched as Uncle Barry's smile fade and he asked seriously, "Do you think you'll be okay? Tomorrow's your last day before Thanksgiving Break. Do you think we'll need to reschedule that session with Black Canary?"

I bit my bottom lip and thought about it. I for once didn't want to miss a school day. Not when I'm finally going out with Rich... And yeah I totally didn't want to miss out on any new lectures or work that might be given out to us to do over break.

"Well, Barry, I don't think we should head down to the Garrick's this year. Not when Wally's having nightmares and panic attacks again. And It's not a the greatest place to go to, back to Blue Valley where it all began." Aunt Iris spoke from the threshold of my bedroom door.

I hung my mouth open in shock and outrage, "You can't do that!" I accused and suddenly coward away when she snapped at me with a deathly glare.

"It might be for the best, Barry. Joan and Jay will understand." She said calmly and I looked towards my uncle.

"Uncle B, Rich's Dad finally agreed that he could go. You know how long that took the both of us? A lot of nagging on Rich's part and a lot of sucking up on mine." I whined. "He's really excited and so am I. I really want to see Jay and Joan. It's been too long and it's a tradition. Please?"

Uncle Barry was looking somewhere off in space. His hand covered his mouth as he thought on what had been now issued in the Allen/West household.

Until, "The boys really wanted to go Iris, and Joan already made up the guest rooms. It would be rude if we just cancelled."

Aunt Iris took a sigh and leaned against the doorframe. "We'll discuss this later then, Barry. Wally, I want you to drink this then go straight to bed. You have school in the morning."

I took the warm glass from her and she left the room. She was clearly irritated at the both of us for not agreeing with her on this.

Barry let out a sigh, "So you're going to school tomorrow, how about the session?"

"I don't need it. Anyway I'm going over to Rich's house to help him pack. Then he's coming over here to spend the night. I don't want him to know that he has to wait an hour because I have a therapy session to be at." I said, taking a sip from the glass and feeling cozy.

"Wally, you don't have to tell him that. You can tell him something else. Like I need you to go on a mission with me and you could make something up. I really don't care, but I think you need to talk to Dinah tomorrow."

"I'm fine I promise." I assured, taking another sip and yawned.

"I'm not so sure, kiddo." Barry said getting up, "I think you really should go see, Dinah then you can go pick, Rich up. I'm sure, Rich will understand, and I think it'll make your aunt feel better about going to the Garrick's." He stopped to check the expression on my face.

"Sound good?"

I nodded even though I didn't quite agree with him, but if that meant we could still go to Blue Valley for Thanksgiving break, I'd have to deal. I took my last sip and handed the glass over to him, after giving him the pout. "Thanks Uncle Barry." I told him, settling back onto my bed and started to get comfortable.

"No problem, Wally. Try to get some rest."

~000~

"Who gives us four chapters to read during break? It's maddening." I said in astonishment to Barbara as we rounded the corner to where our lockers were located.

"Our teacher apparently," She said, packing her book into her messenger bag. "It's not that bad of a book. I actually enjoy it."

"I do too." I said, honestly, opening my locker after putting in the code to unlock it, "But I was hoping I didn't have to do any work over break."

"Because you want to make out with a certain redhead," She teased, looking over at me with a flirtatious gaze.

"No." I yelped loudly enough that passersbys stopped and gave us odd looks. I could feel my cheeks redden and shoved my head into my locker and said quietly just so Barbara would hear, "Maybe."

I heard her locker shut and she leaned into her locker, crossing her arms, "Knew it."

"Whatever it doesn't matter, Wally hasn't told his aunt and uncle about us anyhow." I told her, sticking my head out of my locker and slammed it shut then started to walk towards our next class.

"And I'm going to assume that you're mad about it?" She asked, jogging up to walk beside me.

I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I'm just confused. We've kissed and gone out a few times, but I don't think we're boyfriends. Well, he hasn't asked me to be his yet, and the whole not wanting to tell his aunt and uncle is irritating."

"He's probably shy or he is waiting for you to ask him. I really don't have a answer about not telling his guardians. That's his choice, but if he doesn't do it soon. You should probably talk to him about it." She said as we maneuvered through our peers.

"Yeah I suppose you're right." I agreed.

"Of course I'm right." She teased and I rolled my eyes. She was about to say something else when somebody grabbed me in a tight grip and whipped my backward.

I went rigid and was about to strike at whomever had snatched me, when the person covered my mouth and dragged me into the nearest supply closet.

It was dark and the stench of cleaning supplies my nose harshly. I could see Barbara from the door's glass window looking around herself and calling out my name. I brought my hands up and tried to pry the hand away from my face when my captor dropped down and whispered warmly into my ear,

"Don't worry, it's just me."

My eyes widened and I spun around, "Wal-"

But he cut me cleanly off with his perfect lips. The shock of being taken quickly dissipated and endorphins shot through me as I felt his hand slid up to cup my cheek. Our lips were only touching and I could already feel the tiny tingles of pleasure trickle down my spine, even before Wally moved his head to the side to deepened the kiss.

We stayed like that for awhile, moving our soft lips against each other. Our arms wrapped together as we pulled each other up to get closer, until my burning curiosity got the better of me and I pulled him back just far enough so I could see his face properly.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked, knotting my fingers together behind his neck.

He shrugged then kissed my mouth again with more force than before. I sighed into his lips, giving into his odd behavior. I rose on the balls of my feet so I could kiss him better, silently cursing how short I was compared to him. I could feel him smile against my lips as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I could feel him nibble on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance which I gradually obliged. It was only my second time kissing with our tongues involved. And I have to tell you I love the way the speedster's warm tongue swirled around mine.

"Wally..." I whimpered in the split second of time between our kisses. That single word evaporated instantly in the sliver of air between us, already lost to our ears as we continued to explore each other.

Wally's other hand, which had so far remained innocently by his side, begun to trace the shape of my lower back and side in a gentle yet purposeful caresses. Layers of my school uniform separated Wally's palm and my skin, but I swore I felt the heat of it burning, like it was touching my skin. I realized that my blazer wasn't just falling off my shoulders that it was actually Wally tugging it off my body. Once it was discarded I felt the cool rush of air around me, making me shiver. He chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around me, relieving any shivers that I had before.

The excitement from the first kiss grew in rapidly, until I began to feel a stirring between my thighs. I was sure Wally was experiencing the same feelings, even though I couldn't actually feel it against me. Despite the consequences that might occur in doing so, I let my mind wander;

What would it actually feel like? If a kiss is like this what would it feel like to have Wally's hardened and willing length pressing against my own?

Lust cascaded through me and I moaned unexpectedly when Wally suddenly lifted me upward and held me securely under my bottom. My back hit the shelves of numerous cleaning supplies and the stacks of toilet paper began to tumble upon us.

We split apart at the feel of the paper rolls hitting our heads and we started to laugh.

"Seriously though," I said, picking up the rolls that landed between us then pitched them to the side, "What's gotten into you?"

He made a face, "You don't like making out with me?"

I shook my head and ran my fingers through his red hair, leaning close to his lips and whispering, "No, I love making out with you," and ended with a soft embrace.

When I leaned back from the kiss and watched as his eyes slowly open, he gave me a smile that I swore my heart skipped a beat from.

"Good." He said then bit his lip, "I won't be able to come over straight after school."

"Oh," is all I said, surprised he was actually going to tell me what was up since this experience was so new and raw to me. Lately he seemed to just shut down around Rob or RIch when it came to what was going on with him.

"I have a dentist appointment that I completely forgot about." He said staring at my jaw, making me feel like he wasn't telling me the whole truth. I'd bet if he didn't have a hold of me he would've messed with his sleeve like he always does when something is bothering him.

"Is it an important appointment?" I asked, fingering his hair and his neck to make him look at me properly.

"No, not all," He told me, grinning, "It's just a teeth cleaning, but I still have to go."

"Okay." I said feeling a bit out of it suddenly. "Well, will it be a long one? I still need help packing."

In all honestly I really didn't, but I couldn't help it, I wanted to spend time with him.

"Maybe an hour or two, I'll text you when I'm done." He said finally looking at me.

"Okay." I told him, wishing that I could ask him what was really going on, but it was futile since he would always tell me nothing and would drop it.

"Hey," He called and I looked towards him, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied.

"I'll be over as soon as I'm done. I swear." He promised and I nodded.

"Alright, now come here." He whispered sultrily and I followed his request.

Wally put me down momentarily and he started to unbutton my shirt, just as eager to feel his soft, freckled skin I bypassed his jacket and moved straight to unbuttoning his shirt. Once my collar of my dress shirt was out of his way he picked me back up, stopping my progress but I didn't mind enough was exposed that I could feel his warmth without any barriers. We then kissed for a while more. My attempts not as strong as what they were since my thoughts were clouded with what Wally had done, especially now my desire to feel him was satisfied.

He was lying to me, but why? I couldn't figure it out. Was he seeing someone else? No, I couldn't see that happening or perhaps was it something to do with Black Canary and how they would go up to the second floor in the cave. Where the team and I all had our therapy sessions back in the summertime when we had that catastrophic simulation exercise.

The realization didn't hit until his lips latched onto my neck.

Wally was going to therapy.

My mind reeled while my groin ached for some attention. That brought my mind back to where we were, this needed to stop before it got out of hand. Despite the fact that it may already have, plus we were totally in trouble if class was already in session.

"Wally," I whispered, mumbling his name. I lowered my hands and placed them against Wally's chest, adding an extra pushing pressure, so that he got the hint. "Wally, we should stop."

Wally looked up dazedly, "What? Why?" he panted and I could feel his hot breath against my neck, making me harder by simply looking at his kissed swollen lips. I watched as he swallowed and tried to breathe in more air.

"Because we're at school," I reasoned. "Anyone could find us at any moment and it's in the middle of the day. Class is still in session."

"So," he said, resuming to touch my neck with his swollen lips. "Didn't you tell me once to be more rebellious?"

"Yeah," I almost groaned. He certainly has a way with his mouth. It was then I remembered that I wasn't the one with the secrecy problem that it was Wally. And if Wally was okay being caught kissing me in school, then who was I to complain?

The feeling of Wally's teeth biting harshly down on my collarbone made me jump, exciting a chuckle from his lips at my innocence.

I felt like I was falling from the tallest building in Gotham. Falling without a care, without worrying about what might happen after the ground caught up with me. I brought a hand towards my mouth and hushed my moans. I couldn't believe just this simple act from the speedster had me convulsing with pleasure. And when Wally came up and kissed just behind my ear I felt so much that I couldn't stop the thrust my hips gave involuntary onto Wally's stomach and the mewl that escaped my mouth.

A series of events happened so quickly after that; I moved backward, bringing both hands towards my mouth. My left arm smacked Wally's chin hard and I was dropped to the ground. My left kneecap smashed into the cement floor and my head banged against one of the shelves.

I bit my lip, holding in the pain that was developing in my leg and head. "Damnit," I whispered.

"Shit." I heard Wally utter as he bent down to inspect the damage. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" I felt his hand on top of my head.

I nodded and let him help me up. "It's my fault anyway." I told him as he directed me towards the old plastic seats. I sat down as he bent down to roll up my pant leg.

"No, I should've stopped when you asked me too." Wally said, checking the damage on my knee.

"Well, I can't disagree with you on that. How's your chin?" I asked, he looked up for a second then smiled,

"It'll be fine how's your hard on?"

My face flushed and I used my left leg to push him backward, making him fall backward on the floor as he started to laugh.

"It's gone because you dropped me, asshole." I snapped, buttoning up my shirt.

"I'm sorry but you're knee is fine. You'll probably have a bruise." He said still lying on the ground, fighting the urge to keep laughing.

"Come on." I said getting up and wincing at the pain in my head and knee, "We have to clean this mess up."

"Okay, okay." He agreed. A smile still on his lips as he took the hand I lent to help him up.

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I tucked my knees closer to my body and used my abilities to warm myself up against the chilly wind. I watched as the tide came crashing into the shore and slide back in, that repetitive notion that I never got tired of.

I had awhile before Black Canary would ask me to come with her to talk about my feelings and how I was doing the last couple of days. I bit my lip and rested my chin on my knees. I just needed time to myself. I really didn't want to be here. I wanted to be with Rich and help him pack. If I could just control my damn dreams I wouldn't have to worry about this crap. If I could just block out the crap that I dealt with in my adolescence then my life would be just fine.

I sighed and put my face in my hands.

My reality sucked.

"Why are you out here? It's freaking freezing." A voice broke my silence, and I inwardly groaned.

All I wanted was to be alone.

"Because," I said turning to see Rob bundled in his black jacket and his green hoodie drawn up to hide his ebony hair. His eyes forever covered in those jet black shades. "I'm not cold."

"Well, you cheat." Robin said, plopping down beside me and crossed his legs. "I can't help it that I'm just an ordinary person and don't have the ability to warm myself up."

I rolled my eyes and wrapped an arm around his shoulders vibrating a bit of my warmth for him.

"Thanks." He said, and I nodded.

"So why are you out here? and in your school uniform?" He asked and I sighed.

Can't I be alone just once?

"Just been thinking, and I came straight here after school." I said honestly moving my arm away.

"About what, and why?" Robin pried and I looked over at him, giving him a face that told him to just stop with the questions.

"I'm just thinking and I didn't want to go home." I snapped trying to end it and it only sent a chilly silence around us.

~000~

I sighed out after a while. I knew I had to play an act of the jealous friend. That way I could keep my cover of Wally not knowing that I was actually Richard Grayson. The boy he made out with just a few hours before, "When is the last time we've talked to each other? Like seriously talked?" I asked, glancing over at him.

"We talk all the time." He claimed and I immediately shook my head.

"Briefings and missions doesn't count. It's been a long time since we actually hung out together."

"No," Wally started his eyebrows scrunched together, "It's only been," Wally started counting on his fingers to figure it out.

"Three weeks." I said bluntly.

He looked over at me, "No, it hasn't," then his face twisted into a shocked expression as he finally realized how long it actually had been.

"Oh," is all he said.

It's quiet and all I can hear is the waves crashing on the shore until, "I'm really sorry, dude. I've been busy with my job and Rich..." Wally muttered, tucking his legs closer to his body as if he was suddenly feeling sheepish.

I shrugged, hoping he thought I was just trying to make light of it, "I know, I can tell that you're really happy with Richard. So, I'll let it slide this time, but just don't forget who your friends are. I was here first you know?"

Wally started to chuckle and I turned towards him frowning, "What's so funny?"

"You and how you're jealous." he said and I scratched my nose absent mindly. I still had to play the act,

"Yeah, I kind of am."

Suddenly I'm in a bone crushing hug and I'm choking on air. "I'm sorry dude!" Wally told me and hugged tighter. "You know Rich can't replace you. You're the best friend I've ever had."

"K-KF, I can't breathe." I choked out, smacking him lightly on his back to release me. He finally did and I coughed out, rubbing my neck and glaring over at him.

"Sorry about that." he said sheepishly, "Well, about everything. We do need to hang out soon."

"We do have the whole weekend off." I said even though I knew what the answer was going to be.

"I'd love too, but the family; Rich, and I are going to the Garrick's."

"Thanks for the invite." I said piercing my lips together.

"I could see if there's room?" Wally said looking apologetic.

"Don't worry about it." I told him, I'm going anyway.

"After break?" He asked.

"Okay." I agreed.

We smiled at each other and I wished I could have kissed those lips right now and then, and not worry about if I had these damn glasses on or not. That it wouldn't matter which name he'd call me.

"Wally! Black Canary looking for you! Wally!" Came M'gann's voice from the cave's entrance and we both turned toward her.

"Kay!" Wally waved and started to get up.

"I wonder why she wants to talk to you." I asked, getting up as well and brushed off my pants. I had a hunch of why but I wanted Wally to tell me, "You'd tell me what's up right?"

"Of course," He said, totally lying to my face again, at least he couldn't look me in the eye. I stood there looking at him trying to get him to get the hint and know that I knew he was lying but he was so dumb sometimes. Or acting it, I realised. If it took me this long to figure out he was hiding something from me, then maybe those times I put down as him being my idiot speedster was actually him avoiding telling me the truth.

He looked back and beckoned me to follow him to the cave, "You coming?"

"Yeah," I sighed and jogged up to walk beside him.

Once we got into the entrance Wally gave me another hug then let go a minute later, moving down the right corridor that would be the quickest way to the second level. "Have a good Thanksgiving, Rob and we'll hang out afterward. I promise."

"I'll try you too, and alright." I waved and was soon left alone in the dark corridor. I sighed to myself and made my way to the living room where I was sure Superboy would be staring at a fuzzy screen as always.

This sucked. I thought, putting my hands in my pockets and walked along. I was going to have to get to the bottom of this and try to help him out.

As I entered the living room I was relieved to see that I was the only one there. I walked over to the couch and fell into it. My head and knee suddenly throbbing from the janitor's closet incident, I brought a hand to my face and was met with the glass from the shades. Sometimes I really hated being Robin.

"What's wrong boy blunder?" A voice asked and I moved my hand away to see Artemis, her hands on her hips and smirking down at me. "Is the dynamic duo of Kid Mouth and Bird Boy coming to a halt?"

I rolled my eyes, "Nothing is wrong." I lied.

"Well then stop acting like a drama queen." She teased and when she turned to go to the kitchen. I couldn't help but flip her off out of my frustration.

Jeez, it's like my life has turned into a really horrible soap opera. I thought bitterly, closing my eyes and tried to calm the pounding in my head. Would it be too stupid to think watching them could give me some clues on sorting this whole mess out?

Disclaimer(s): The Serenity Prayer isn't mine neither is the line about how Barry's mother. Yes, I watched The Flashpoint: Paradox.

(A/N: The reason I was so late on the chapter was simply from vacation time. I was gone for almost three weeks, and was so busy and really not thinking about the story. I actually just got back today. Some of my friends had recently got into a car accident. Everyone is FINE! But one of them is in the hospital. I just saw him today as I finally got back from Florida *the place I was at for three weeks* and he's doing awesome. He's really banged up, but smiling like a champ! Any who if you'd like to review on what you thought that'll be great!)