Author's Note: First off I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed!

This was the my favorite chapter of this story. I enjoyed writing it the most! And i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) again, I'm trying to catch up on reviewing and PM's I'll get to ya :P

Anyway here is Chapter 21!

Summary: "You might want to breathe slowly, or you could simply put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger, or anyway you want...You're going to die down here Baby Flash."

Warning: Blood, death.

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Young Justice, but I do own a red car that I named Flash :D

Chapter Twenty-One: Flash's Nightmare

Flash stabbed the shovel into the ground desperately, pausing when the tip collided with a solid surface. "I hit something," Flash said kneeling down in the dirt, using his hands to wipe the dirt, Robin assisting, as the rest of the team came up behind them.

Robin wiped the dirt off the Plexiglas. "KF!" Robin barked, his eyes wide with horror, seeing Wally with the barrel of the cold, unforgiving gun in his mouth.

The two opened the lid of the coffin, and Flash reached for Kid's hand to yank the gun out of his mouth. Then there was the sound of a thundering explosion and wet blood and warm flesh splatters against his cheeks.

Barry bolted upright in bed, choking back the urge to scream as he fought down the urge to vomit. Beads of sweat caressed his forehead, his chest heaving as he made desperate gasps for air. His eyes darted around the room; everything was normal. It was a dream, just a dream. Nothing more. He shivered involuntarily, shaking his head to get those horrific and gruesome images out of his head.

Cringing at the horrid feeling in his stomach, Barry used his super-speed to race into the bathroom, quickly emptying the contents of his stomach, gagging on the disgusting taste. Once Barry finally stopped upchucking, he leaned against the wall.

Barry rubbed his eyes; it was going to be another night with no sleep.

He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. For days, the terrible nightmares had robbed the speedster of his sleep. Every time he tried to get a wink of sleep, or even when he closed his eyes for more than a couple of moments, those images, those horrific images, came to haunt him, making him question sometimes if Kid was still alive. Every night, those horrific images just got worse.

Wrapping his arms around his bubbling stomach, he thought about how all those images, everything single one of them that haunted his nightmares, if the Fates hadn't been kind to him, could have been true.

Every single night those images changed, or were the same, but more gruesome than they were before. Sometimes, they were a minute late and when they moved the dirt all they saw was blood splattered against the Plexiglas, a ragged, bloody hole marring Kid's face. Sometimes, Green Lantern's ring lost its power and the coffin exploded with Kid inside, bloody chunks of body parts hitting the lid. Or, the coffin exploded before they even knew where Kid was.

Barry tightened his arms around his stomach, swallowing down the next round of bile that was slowly slithering up his throat.

He squeezed his eyes shut, another wave of nausea washed over him. Barry lurched violently; in mere seconds he emptied what little he had remaining in his stomach. He ran his hands through his hair, his elbows rested on the rim of the toilet as his body trembled uncontrollably. Lurching again, his ribs crackled at the muscle contraction to empty his stomach.

"Barry?" a soft voice came from behind him; glancing up, the speedster saw his wife kneeling beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Barry, are you alright?"

Iris frowned at seeing the bags under Barry's eyes from the lack of sleep he had. He had told her how bad the nightmares got, and they now seemed to be escalating, but Barry wouldn't admit it.

"Peachy," Barry said, giving her a weak smile.

Iris's frown only deepened, "So…" Iris glanced around at the mess in the bathroom, "You didn't just throw up all over the bathroom?"

A weak chuckle escaped the speedster as he leaned against the wall. "I'm fine, really, I'll clean this up, get something to drink, and come back to bed. I think I'm done."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!" Barry said, giving a reassuring smile, standing up, though he grasped hold of her when he got to his feet and the room started to spin wildly around him, everything merging into streaks of colors, like when he ran at super-speed.

"Barry!"

"I'm fine…just a little dizzy…"

Iris sighed, watching her husband warily, revulsion washing over her as he began hacking up the last bit of his rejected meal out of the back of his throat, and cleaning up what was once his dinner. (Third dinner, to be exact!)

Once the bathroom was clean, Barry slowly made his way silently down the hallway to get a nice, cold glass of water to wash away the vile taste in his mouth and (hopefully) calm his nerves.

Once Barry finally reached the top of the stairs, another image of Wally with the gun in his mouth flew through the speedster's mind. Barry stopped dead in his tracks; the feeling he was going to throw up began to bubble in his stomach once again.

Barry shook his head, trying to get the disturbing image out of his head; Wally was fine. He was fine.

"Wally…"

The urge to check on his nephew caused the wave of nausea to disappear instantly, and he super-sped to Wally's door.

Barry slowly opened Wally's bedroom door and peered inside. His held breath was released from his lungs after seeing Wally, sound asleep, under a pile of blankets.

A whimper caused Barry to jump a little as he made his way over to his nephew. Sitting down on his bed, the image of the blood splattering against his face flashed through Barry's mind once again, sending shivers down the speedster's spine.

"Uncle Barry?"

Barry looked down at the tired, unfocused, green eyes that were now blearily staring at him. "I'm right here, Wally," Barry said softly. Wally stared at him, blinking a few times, staring at him, trying to make sure he was really there, and not a figure of his imagination. Licking his lips, he finally spoke. "I can't…I can't sleep," Wally whispered, biting his lip, his eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly.

Barry frowned; if anyone needed sleep it was, Wally. "Why can't you sleep, Kid?" Barry asked softly, brushing the red bangs off his nephew's forehead; it was then he noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Wally looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

"I'm afraid that if I go to sleep…I'll wake up back there."

Barry felt his heart sink. "Wally, look at me," Barry said, and once the green eyes flickered towards him, he said, "You're safe now, Wally, you don't need to be scared to go to sleep. You're not going to wake up there."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Wally gave him a weak nod. Knowing that Wally was alright, Barry got up, and ruffled Wally's hair gently. "Try and get some sleep, okay? I'll be right down the hall if you need me."

As Barry began to walk away, Wally began to panic slightly; he still felt that he was going to wake up in the coffin and be alone all over again. "Uncle Barry!" Wally cried quietly, causing Barry to stop and turn around almost instantly. "…I'm hungry"

Barry let out a soft chuckle. "What do you want?" Barry asked, making his way back over to his nephew.

Wally sat up, looking up at his uncle with a pitiful look. "Carry me...?" Barry raised his eyebrow and opened his mouth to say no, but his gaze drifted to the cast-encrusted legs before traveling upwards to meet Wally's eyes. Wally's puppy-dog eyes. Letting out a small sigh, he slid his one arm under Wally's legs and the other around Wally's torso and lifted him up.

Barry paused once his nephew was in his arms. The young speedster felt lighter, much lighter then he should be. Like he had lost weight. Barry then remembered that Iris had said that Wally wasn't eating very much, or sleeping, either.

Wally winced in pain, but wrapped one of his arms around his uncle's neck.

Barry began to walk down the hallway. "You know this is a one time thing, right?" Barry said quietly as he started his descent down the flight of stairs.

Wally gave a tired nod, wincing again when his uncle sat him on the couch.

"What are you hungry for?" Barry asked.

Wally shrugged as he shifted positions so Barry could elevate his legs.

Barry gave a small frown, normally Wally couldn't make up his mind about what he wanted, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't think straight. "Alright then, I'll surprise you," Barry said.

Once in the kitchen, he scratched the back of his head. Wally needed something quick, and that wouldn't be to heavy on Wally's stomach. Barry snapped his fingers as the answer came to him. A peanut butter sandwich. It wasn't too heavy, and it wasn't too light. Using his super-speed, he quickly made two sandwiches, and then made his way back into the living room. He sat down on the couch, noticing that Wally had shifted his position so that his legs were propped up on the arm of the couch. Wally's head rested on his uncle's leg, using it as a pillow.

Wally took a few bites of his sandwich before placing it back on the plate and staring blankly at the television that was showing whatever was on at two in the morning.

Once Barry had quickly eaten his sandwich, he then glanced down at Wally, who seemed to have drifted off. Barry let out a small chuckle as he gently brushed a few strands of hair off of Wally's face.

Another image.

A thundering explosion and a spurt of crimson liquid splattering across the Plexiglas.

Swallowing down the bile that rose in his throat, the speedster looked down at his nephew, gently stroking his hair. Wally actually looked peaceful after going to hell and back.

Rubbing his eyes, the speedster's brain began to race, trying to understand the whole situation.

Barry was angry, angry at Wally, and was mentally slapping himself for it. Anger had been bubbling inside the speedster since Wally disappeared, but the anger instantly turned to rage as soon as the speedster saw Wally with the gun in his mouth.

Ready to end his life. So ready to throw it all away.

What if Robin ignored what tripped him? What if they didn't search the cemetery? What if the Trickster had told him a lie? One mistake, just one simple, mistake, even one second's difference, and Wally really would have been gone.

Barry shook his head, mentally slapping himself once again. Looking at it from a different view, if he was put in Wally's place instead, how long would it take before he broke? Surrounded by dirt, with no way to contact anyone for help, slowly dying by suffocation or starvation.

But that didn't make Barry feel any better. Just the though that his protégé…no his nephew, had given up on them, shook the speedster to the core.

Wally whimpered in his sleep, and Barry continued to gently brush his nephew's flaming red hair, and instantly, the young speedster seemed to relax.

"I'm sorry, Kid…" Barry said softly, raw emotion lacing his words.

Once again, another horrific image flashed through the speedster's mind, an image of Wally's face mutilated by shooting himself. And then another; the Green Lantern pulling out an emaciated body, Kid Flash's body- vomit threatened to spew Barry's throat, but he desperately swallowed it down. He squeezed his eyes shut as more images flashed through his head, every single one showing him Wally's dead body.

"Uncle Barry…?"

Barry's bright green eyes snapped open, looking down at his nephew, who, in turn, was staring up at him, eyes filled with worry.

"Go back to sleep, Wally."

"I'm not dead, Uncle Barry."

Barry blinked, "Wha-?"

Wally stared at him. "Aunt Iris told me about your dreams…" Wally said quietly, pushing himself up and slowly moving his legs so he was sitting upright. "I-I'm sorry."

Caught of guard by the random apology, Barry's voice seemed to vanish as he tried to think of what he could say to his nephew. After a few moments of looking like a fish out of water, his voice returned. "Why are you sorry?"

Wally shifted his gaze to his cast encrusted legs and arm, signed by both Green Lanterns (John and Hal) Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Captain Marvel, Green Arrow, and even the Dark Knight (after Barry annoyed him to no end), as well as Flash, Barry Allen and Iris. His green eyes skimmed over the little messages they left, before finally answering the question. "For…for almost killing myself…"

The color drained from the speedster's face.

A few tears trickled down Wally's cheeks. "W-when you didn't come…I-I thought you gave up looking for me…so I gave up," Wally whimpered. "I-I'm sorry…"

Barry felt anger bubble inside his veins "Wally…I was ready to tear this city apart looking for you!"

Wally flinched, making Barry frown. "I'm sorry, Uncle Barry…I-I almost took something…you gave me a second chance at," Wally choked out.

The anger subsided into guilt.

Then Wally looked up at him, his crimson green eyes now filled with pain-filled look that made Barry's heart shatter into a million pieces. "I'm sorry, Uncle Barry…" Wally whimpered. "I'm so sorry."

Barry instantly pulled Wally into a hug, a single tear trickling down the older speedster's cheek. "I love you, Kid. Don't you ever forget that."

Author's Note: Favorite Chapter! :) Barry and Wally FTW! Thank you Lilmiss for editing! One more Chapter! :D

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