Oh… well damn. I have a part of my brain. And the part of my brain that writes this story fell asleep. So sorry. It also didn't help that I couldn't find this file on my laptop for the past few months when I did think about it.

"Iris," Barry said softly stepping into the house.

"I'm in the kitchen Barry," she answered back to her husband. Barry smiled hearing his wife, and his grin grew even larger as Wally snuggled even more into his chest. He walked carefully over to the kitchen with Wally in his arms.

"I got you a little something," he said with a smile.

"Barry," Iris mock scolded turning to face her husband, smiling when she saw Wally sleeping in his arms. It had been so long since she had seen her two boys like this. Barry carrying Wally like he was their own baby boy. Well he practically was now. She brushed hair out of his eyes and he sighed softly. She leaned over and kissed his nose like she would when he was younger.

"I'm going to put him in bed," Barry told Iris. She nodded her head without worry. Ever since he was taken from them, they had convinced Batman to assist in upgrading their security. Especially in the bedrooms.

Barry walked to Wally's room, not wanting to really leave his nephew alone. But even walking slower than a normal person he came to Wally's room. He pushed open the door and laid Wally down on his bed, pulling his Flash comforter to his chin. He ruffled his hair lightly and smiled.

"Sleep tight Hot-Rod," he said leaving the room, shutting the door after him, unaware of what was going on in Wally's mind.

-.-

"Who are you," Wally asked. In front of him was a boy who looked just like him, but he was different. He stood taller, with confidence and caliber. He dressed in bright yellow and red with a pair of goggles on his forehead. But what got Wally the most was his grin. It seemed larger than life and full of energy. Even his eyes were full of energy, as if he was nothing but pure and raw energy.

"You don't need to ask that. You already know," he said with a grin, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Wally looked around for the figure nervously, "Come along now. Don't want to be late."

Wally pouted at that. He never really liked being late. Why would he be late in the first place? Why would it irk him if he was so fast? He began walking forward into what seemed like nothingness.

"Not nothing," the voice said again, "Concentrate."

Wally scowled but turned his head and focused on his surroundings. He was in a building. It wasn't one he remembered but it was too familiar. It sent chills down his spine.

"He's destined for great things…"

Wally flinched. He noticed he was a great deal smaller and no longer in control of his body. A memory.

"He's my son. What could you really want from him? He's just a boy," he heard a man plead.

"He will change the world. Now Rudolph, there is the easy way… and the hard way. Either hand him over to us, or we'll make sure you will never see him again."

"You will leave my son alone."

"…Hard way I see. Let's have some fun Teekl. I'm sure your boy will love being with you after this."

Wally froze, whether from the memory or the fear that filled his veins. Klarion? He didn't have much time to ponder this as he saw a tall man with darker hair walk toward him. There was as much emotion in his eyes as there was love and compassion in Zoom. The man stared at Wally.

"Dad?" he squeaked. The man lifted his hand and smacked him, sending what felt like a small body into a wall. He looked over at the man as he began kicking him, not allowing him to recover from any of the blows. Sometime later he ended up blacking out from the pain.

"…ly….lly….Wa… Wally. Wake up. Please," quietly cried a man's voice. Wally opened his eyes slowly still figuring he was in the dream.

"Daddy?" he asked softly, tears choked up in his throat.

"Thank god you're alright," he said pulling him close. Wally felt himself being hugged by the man who had the same face as the one who attacked him. But this one had as much emotion as the Flash.

"Why did you hurt me?" Wally heard himself ask. Although he thought he knew the answer if this was indeed a memory.

"It wasn't me Wally. It wasn't me," he said softly keeping Wally close. Wally blinked and looked up at the elder's face.

"Mom shouldn't see this. Or she'll cry," Wally said softly unsure if he had gained control of the dream or not. Rudolph smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Alright. Then let's get you some medicine. I'm sure you're not feeling all too good are you Sport?"

He shook his head no. The man continued giving the boy a watery smile as he carried him to the bathroom that held their medicine cabinet.

"Shocking isn't it?"

Wally jumped as everything disappeared and he was with the yellow and red version of himself sitting on air.

"What is?" Wally asked keeping his guard up.

"How much we try and forget. Things that are rewritten by others that think they know things better than us. God they mean the best but dad… dad hasn't been able to talk to us in years. Not since Uncle Barry got custody. Uncle Barry had taken him to court for child abuse. He was there for three years."

"But he didn't do anything! Klarion he-"

"I know. I know."

Wally stood in the nothingness glaring at an imaginary witch boy. All of this. From his memories, his separation, his friends, and hell even his family that he could not remember were all his fault. This witch and his insane obsession. Wally scowled at thinking that this being and all his magic was the bane of his existence.

Please review and don't murder me…(PLEASE T-T)