Author's Note: Haha, sorry this is so late guys! I spent a good portion of Friday (and, honestly, more than a little bit into early Saturday morning) working on a different fic that I just got Motivation for (and which should be posted later tonight) and then therefore spent a good portion of Saturday sleeping, so I had to finish this chapter this morning :P Anyways, read, review, and enjoy!

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Natasha tried to walk through the halls of the main LexCorp building with as much confidence and bravado as possible. Well, sort of. She knew that it was a delicate balance between seeming casual and seeming confident. She needed to look like she was supposed to be here, that she was doing what she had been ordered to do.

Luckily, all three members of the Infinity, Inc. had been to the LexCorp building before. It was where they had interviewed to join the project. They'd been brought there for press meetings and meet and greets with scientists. Sometimes, Luthor would even bring them there to check out upgrades to their suits. It wasn't necessarily unusual for them to be roaming the halls like this. The only one who would really be able to tell that they were here for anything but business as usual was Luthor and he'd gotten himself locked up in the JL's headquarters.

Licking her lips nervously, Natasha gave a terse smile to Eliza and Albert. They gave her shaky smiles back. Steeling herself one more time, Natasha pressed the button for Luthor's personal floor. She had to scan her palm print and fingers and enter a password, but the elevator started moving for her anyways. Good. That was good. It meant that Luthor hadn't been suspicious enough of them after the meal with the Outsiders to change their access. Natasha had been worried that the three of them were acting too suspicious, that Luthor would suspect something.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Either that, or he felt that his criminal deeds were too well-hidden for them to find. That would be a depressing option because if he thought that, then it was probably true. Of course, they had Eliza to speed around the rooms and check everything at ten times the speed of the rest of them, but they needed to be very careful.

Finally, the three of them reached Luthor's private floor. The knew there was a lot up there, but they'd only seen the office. Carefully, Natasha sent her two teammates out through the floor. When they'd made their plan, she'd been skeptical about splitting up, but Albert had pointed out that time really was against them. As unsuspicious as it might have been for them to go to Luthor's private floors, it would be horribly suspicious if they were up there for hours when Luthor was gone. So, they split up. Albert had the left side, Natasha had the office smack in the middle, and Eliza had the right side and instructions to help the others once she finished.

They needed to be fast but thorough. This was their only chance and Natasha was not going to screw it up. With that thought in mind, they got to work.

It wasn't until twenty stressful minutes later that Natasha found anything. She had resorted to moving every single book on the man's bookshelf in frustration. She knew it was childish and cliché and there was no possible way he'd do something so painfully obvious to hide a room, but it was all she could think of. Her camera roll was filled up with pictures of the room and coded documents, but nothing that proved anything. Then, lo and behold, pulling one specific book back caused a click to shudder its way through the bookcase before the thing settled back into the wall and slid silently to the right.

Natasha actually had to gape at the opening, she was so surprised. She'd tried that in a fit of desperation! She had been certain that nothing would actually come from it! Shaking her head, Natasha took careful note of which book triggered the opening, taking another picture to document the search. Very carefully, she stepped through the doorway. Before she got all the way through, she backed out and grabbed one of the harmless books on the bookcase, placing it against the doorframe of the secret room. She wouldn't put it past Luthor at this point to booby trap the place and she had zero desire to be eaten by his bookshelf.

She crept through the doorway, flinching in surprise when the lights came on by themselves. She blinked through the stars in her vision and tried to make sense of what was in the room. Her jaw dropped when she realized what it was. This… this was tons of records! Scores of them! Boxes of them! No, no that couldn't be right. Maybe it was just documents for LexCorp. Luthor was one of the smartest people on the planet. There was absolutely no way he would hide everything in a place this obvious. Especially when one of his main threats was Superman. Who could see through walls. Yeah, this was probably just normal, everyday company paperwork.

Natasha actually had to sit down in surprise when she opened a box, read through the first couple papers, and found the detailed plans for creating a super robot that had destroyed a good chunk of Metropolis about a year prior.

This was… this was actually his stash of illegal paperwork and plans. He had… just had it. Sitting there. This entire time. It looked like this paperwork went back years. If anyone had just pulled the wrong book off his shelf, they would have found it. How could Luthor have been so stupid?

Then again, was it really stupidity? Cliché though it might have been, this method had kept Luthor hidden and in the crime business for decades. Still, there was no security. No passwords, no technology, no nothing. How did he expect to stand up to scrutiny if someone decided to search his place? Then again, who would get a warrant to search this place? He always had enough excuses and money to get out of any sort of legal retributions.

Natasha shook her head. This was what they needed. Just that one piece of paper showing the plans of that robot was enough to get a warrant to the place, she was sure. Now, she just needed to get out of the room, get the other two, and call the police. Easy peasy.

Or not. Natasha turned towards the door just in time to see Mercy looming in the doorway. Well, she was dead. This was why she didn't want to split up. Natasha resisted the urge to scream out for help. As much as she needed it, she needed to get both of them away from the room before they started to fight. If they fought in there, they'd destroy so much evidence. Natasha wasn't willing to take that chance. She was going to take Luthor down. No matter what.

With that in mind, she attacked.

Focusing in on herself, gathering every part of her power, Natasha focused her light into a forcefield, running forward and slamming it into the doorway. Mercy stumbled backwards and Natasha pushed forwards. She just needed to get them clear of the doorway and maintain the forcefield long enough to close the entrance to the room. Then, she could call for help. Then, she could work with the team that she trusted her life to.

She… just… needed… to push… just… a little… further…

Mercy's arm canon ripped through Natasha's shield, sending her tumbling back into the room. Natasha got a hold of herself and threw herself into the air before she could crash into any of the boxes of information. She immediately pulled her light back into a shield and slammed it at the doorway. She could do this. She could do this. At the very least, Mercy's cannon must have been loud enough to attract the attention of the other two. Please let it have been loud enough.

Gritting her teeth, Natasha poured more light into the shield. She needed it to be strong, stronger than any shield she'd ever made before. She could not let Mercy beat her.

In the end, she didn't have to worry about it. Eliza was there in the span of a heartbeat. With a snarl, Eliza grabbed Mercy by the shoulders and threw her across the room. The force of the toss sent Eliza stumbling to the ground, but it gave Natasha the opening she needed to get out and move the necessary book to close the door. She smiled when the book she'd place in the doorway held. She'd been worried that she wouldn't be able to get it back open in time.

Albert crashed into the room a second later, just as Natasha was frantically throwing up another shield to protect her and the room behind her from the spray of bullets Mercy was using. Was Luthor insane to program Mercy to be this destructive? Natasha frowned at the thought of the robot's name. Was that Luthor's sick way of making a joke?

Growling, Natasha yelled out to Albert and Eliza, "I need you two to take her down! I need to protect this room!" As much as she wanted to be the one fighting, Natasha knew that she was the only one with a truly defensive skill and she needed to protect the reason for this entire excursion. Still, it didn't sit right by her to have to stand there uselessly as her teammates dipped and dodged and weaved around a psychotic robot bent on their destruction. What would Mercy do if she killed them? Would she just let their bodies rot until Luthor came back, or did she have some sort of mechanism built in for that kind of thing? Well, it didn't really matter because Natasha had no desire to find out.

In front of her, Albert had grown several feet, separating his atoms just far enough to make sure that he could take more attacks from Mercy without being too large for the room. It seemed like he was taking the brunt of the attacks with a few of his own retaliatory hits while Eliza raced around the room and tried to dismantle Mercy piece by piece. It was a good plan, a really good one. Natasha just hoped it worked.

It did.

Even though Natasha winced with every blow Albert took and flinched forward in concern every time Eliza stumbled, they worked together flawlessly. It took a long time to take Mercy apart enough that she stopped functioning as a superweapon and then it took just a bit longer to take her apart enough that she stopped functioning period (and Natasha, surprisingly, had to work really hard to feel like they didn't just kill someone because, evil or not, Mercy acted quiet a bit like a real person), but they did it.

Natasha breathed out a sigh of relief. It was the first fight they'd been in without Luthor watching and giving helpful hints and comments. It was the first time they'd done something by themselves for themselves and Natasha couldn't be prouder.

Once it was clear that they were safe, Natasha allowed herself to drop her forcefield. She stumbled from the sudden drop in adrenalin and determination but managed to catch herself on the bookshelf behind her. Belatedly, she realized that her skin was stained with sweat and she was breathing hard. She needed to practice more with her forcefield, apparently. She'd spent too much time working on offense and not enough on defense.

Eliza buzzed up to her, grinning and breathing hard. Albert ambled over at a slower pace, limping just the slightest bit. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the obvious wound, but Albert made a dismissive motion with his hand and Natasha decided to trust it. Nodding to both of them, she pulled out her phone, "Guess who just found the big stash?"

"Is that what you were guarding?" Eliza panted, "I was hoping you had an actual reason for that."

Natasha snorted, "Yes, I had an actual reason for just standing there. Honestly, Trajectory. Okay, I'm going to call the police. Let's take this supervillain down." They both grinned in response, sharp and bright and oh so proud. This was the first real step on their journey to becoming heroes. They were never going to let another supervillain manipulate them like that again. Never.

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When Wally fell into bed that night, he had expected to sleep for a little while and then be woken by the nightmares of his past. It had happened. Repeatedly. That wasn't what happened that night, though. For the first time in a long, long time, he slept the entire night through. No interruptions for surprise training. No being woken by other people's nightmares. No difficultly sleeping through the dull lights in the Watchtower. No nightmares. Just pure, fulfilling sleep following an afternoon filled with a fantastic dinner and an evening of TV shows and photo albums. It was the most contented Wally ever remembered feeling.

And that was, perhaps, why everything finally worked.

If Wally had been expecting some sort of magnificent fan fare for the moment, he was sorely disappointed. All he got was a headache. Then again, a headache was more than worth it in his book.

His memories were back. His memories were back.

Maybe not all of them (there was still a suspiciously blank six-month period just after his 'death' that was going to drive Wally crazy if he didn't figure it out soon), but enough of them. More of them than he had imagined. He remembered his childhood. He remembered meeting the Rogues and joining them. He remembered his first disastrous experience with the Light. He remembered Cameron and Dick and Roy (or, well, Will now? Apparently? Hadn't Roy said to call him Will when Wally saw him? That was weird…). He – he remembered.

He had to tell someone. He had to tell everyone.

Without any other thought, Wally threw himself out his room and down the stairs. He grinned when he heard the others gathered in the kitchen. He'd barely made it into the room when Len commented idly, "No running in the kitchen."

Wally remembered that. He remembered hearing Len say that all the time. So, all he did in response was grin and speed over to hug Len. It wasn't the first time he'd hugged his fearless leader, but it was certainly one of the few times. Len wasn't really a hugging type and Wally typically tried to respect that. Case in point, Len's only reaction to Wally hugging him was to freeze (not literally) and stare straight ahead like a cornered animal.

Wally ignored that and moved onto to hugging people all the way down the line. He saved James for last just because he knew that James would be the one most comfortable with clinging on for a long hug.

Once Wally finally slowed down enough for the others to properly see him (with James octopused onto him, limbs locked around Wally's waist and head leaning on his shoulder), Hartley blurted, "What was that?"

Wally grinned again, bright and excited and free, "Guess who has his memories back?" He didn't give them a chance to answer before shouting, "Me! It's me!"

There was stunned silence for a moment where the others just stared at him, uncomprehending. Then, in the space of a second, they all burst into movement, shouting and throwing their hands up in celebration and whooping loudly. It was chaotic and wild and exactly like Wally remembered. In other words, it was perfect.

When they all finally settled down enough to start eating, Len started interrogating him, "How much do you really remember? Is it everything?"

"Not everything, no," Wally answered regretfully, "I still can't for the life of me remember that six-month period after my death or whatever. There are some other details missing from when I was younger, too. Little things that I'm hoping to get back in time. Like, birthdays or the big school events of other people or things like that. My guess is that the reason I had the memory loss in the first place was brain damage caused by lack of oxygen after I fell into the water after trying to steal from that Goode studios warehouse. Probably. Could have something to do with that horrible place that old lady sent me. I'm not super sure what that was, though, so I can't say for certain."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mark said with a frown, "But I'm happy enough that you're talking about it that I don't even care."

"That's weird," Wally responded, sending Mark a soft grin to show that he didn't really mean it.

Len started the interrogation back up again, "So, you still have no idea what's causing the blackouts?"

Wally frowned, "Nah, no clue. Luthor said that he knew, but I doubt he's talking. Maybe now that he's in custody, they can look through his stuff and figure out the answer. That would be super convenient. But, I'm not sure if he even really knew or if he was just using that to draw me out." Not that it worked. And Ben paid the price for that.

Wally tried to shake that thought away, focusing in on the situation. He smiled to himself again, just looking at the rest of the group. Len's next question took away his smile, "Do you want to tell the heroes?"

Biting his lip in concentration, Wally picked at his food, "I mean, yes. Definitely. They need to know. And I want to see them again. Of course, I do. I really, really want to see Dick now that I, you know, actually remember him. Oh man, I hope he didn't find the ring. Do you think he found the ring? I'm going to pretend for a moment that the ring doesn't exist. Okay, I'm calm now. Um, where was I going with that? Oh! Yeah, sorry. I'm a little scatterbrained this morning. My head's not used to having this much memory, I guess. I want to tell the heroes, but… later today. For right now, I just want to spend some time with my family. You guys were the ones who fixed me after all."

"Ugh," Hartley groaned, "You're going to talk about the healing magic of family, aren't you? Please don't. I don't think I could handle it."

"Aw," Wally cooed, "You wouldn't listen to anything I say just because I'm the one who said it and you missed me? I'm hurt."

Completely missing the mocking tone of Wally's statement, or perhaps ignoring it, Hartley gave Wally a watery smile, "Of course I'll listen to anything you say and be glad that you're here to say it, Wally. I'll always feel that way now that I know what it's like to be here while you're not here."

"Alright," Len said, completely ignoring the side conversation, "What do you want to do, today?"

"Could use some training in a group, if I'm being honest. And then, maybe movie night?" Wally suggested. With all of his memories freshly back, he could clearly remember a time when he would have been significantly too awkward and scared to have ever made such a clear-cut suggestion like that. He also clearly remembered the first time he did it. He remembered a lot of things now and he was never going to take them for granted. Not after something like this. His memories made him, and he didn't want to lose them.

"Sounds good," Len said, standing up and collecting plates, "Once everyone gets changed into a training outfit, we'll gather back in the living room and then head out." The others nodded and started carefully finishing their meals. Cameron and Wally, the only ones other than Len who had finished, nodded gratefully to Len for taking their plates before moving their way towards their rooms. Wally zipped ahead and got changed as quick as he could so he could be waiting outside Cameron's door when the other man finally made his way up the stairs.

Cameron raised his eyebrows at Wally, "Come to watch me change?" Despite his words, Cameron opened the door to let Wally in. They both knew that they'd just talk through the bathroom door while Cameron changed.

Wally rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, Cam. I've given up on Dick and have come to make my moves on my brother instead." Cameron made a fake gagging noise and Wally grinned, "I came to check up on you. I feel like we haven't really gotten a chance to talk since I got back."

Cameron's shoulders stiffened as he grabbed the clothes he needed, "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't feel like talking to someone who didn't remember me."

"The fact that you said maybe tells me that's not actually the reason," Wally pointed out, "Well, it tells me that's not the whole reason."

Cameron sighed and set his clothes down, turning to face Wally, "What do you want me to say, Walls?"

"I want to know if you actually wanted me to come back. I want to know why you left the Rogues. More than anything, I want to know if you're alright," Wally said, settling down on Cameron's bed. He felt like they were kids again and they had just moved in with the Rogues. The couple of months after joining the Rogues after their time in the Light had been… rough. The Light didn't exactly breed trust and it wasn't like either of them had had great experience with family before the Rogues. There were a lot of times those first few months where they'd been in this exact same position and talked things out like this. They hadn't had to do it as often as the years went by, but it was still a tradition with them.

He was hoping it would still be a tradition now. Cameron clenched his jaw and picked his clothes back up. He didn't start talking until he was in the bathroom, "Of course I wanted you to come back, Wally. What sort of stupid question is that? I – I never thought it would happen because you were dead but of course I wanted it. You're my best friend. That fact will never change. You know that, right? I know that Dick's your best friend or whatever. Or maybe it's Hartley. I don't know. But you're mine. And about leaving the Rogues, surely someone's already told you that. I left because they wouldn't let go of the heroes and that was going to get all of them killed. That's it. Because, I mean, playing hero is what got you killed. None of the other villains were playing hero. Well, except Luthor but that hardly counts."

Wally sighed, "Cam, you're one of my best friends, too. I don't know what I'd do without you. And, of course, I know that I'm your best friend. You've always made that clear. But… I am friends with heroes. I know how weird that is. Trust me, yesterday I had barely any memories and I could not for the life of me figure out why I knew and interacted with so many heroes. That's not to say that I have a strong level of trust for them and there's always a little bit of fear that one of them is going to get cold feet and arrest me, but… they're my friends. My family. I – I don't want to give that up. Even if it gets me killed again. Besides, I noticed you didn't answer my last question."

"Were they questions?" Cameron asked idly. Wally sighed again. With an aggravated groan, Cameron finally answered, "Yes, I'm alright. I'm just – being moody. That's it, I swear. I'll be back to normal soon. I wasn't really prepared for this and I feel very off-center right now. And – for the rest of the stuff, Len already promised that we'd all sit down and talk about the hero and villain stuff later. So, you can save that argument for another day, alright? I don't know when we're going to talk about it, but we're probably going to do it after we figure out your space-outs."

"Great, thanks for reminding me," Wally said.

Cameron laughed before sobering, "You really have no clue what caused those or where you were?"

"Nope," Wally sighed, "I'm assuming that's where I got my boost in speed from because it sounds like I was already faster by the time the Light got ahold of me again. I don't know what would cause me to get a boost in speed and lose six months of my life, but there you have it."

"That's so strange," Cameron muttered, "And none of the Bats could even find you?"

"Nope," Wally said. His expression dropped when he thought of what people had said about Dick's determination to find him in the time he'd been gone. As much as his inner romantic squealed at the fact that it took Dick a year to stop looking, the rest of him was horrified at what Dick went through. Especially since Wally had seen the look on Len's face when Wally mentioned the ring. There was no way Dick didn't find the engagement ring. That was so awkward. How would proposing even work? Like, sure, there were plenty of times when people knew that the proposal was coming before they got proposed to, but this was different. Dick had thought Wally was dead. Would Wally even be able to use the same ring? That would have awful connotations, wouldn't it? Here, wear this reminder of when you thought I was dead for the rest of your life as a way to symbolize our love and union. That would be horrible. But… but… it was the perfect ring. Wally had been so pleased with himself when he found it. Did Dick even still have the ring? Wally wanted to believe so, but he also didn't want to think about it because that was kind of depressing. How would Wally even get the ring back if Dick had it? He could sneak into their house and look for it. Would it be considered sneaking if it was his own house?

Cameron's snort interrupted Wally's inner panic, "What are you flailing about over there?"

Wally squawked, "I'm not flailing." Cameron leveled him with an unimpressed stare before herding him off Cameron's bed and leading him out the door. Wally slumped against Cameron, causing the other man to stumble slightly with a curse, "My death ruined my proposal plans, Cam! How will I ever recover? Proposing would be so awkward at this stage, wouldn't it be?"

"Please stop talking to me about this," Cameron sighed. From beside them, clearly having just left his own room, Hartley snickered. Wally didn't stop giving Cameron his patented pitiful expression though (marveling over the fact that he remembered it, that he knew what effect this would have on his family).

As expected, Cameron crumbled pathetically quickly. Normally, he held on for longer than that, but Wally thought it could be excused after he had been dead and then memory-less for so long.

When they finally made it downstairs, the three of them were deep into discussion, leading to good-natured eyerolls and dramatic groans from the rest of the team. Yeah, Wally thought to himself, it was good to be home.

Author's Note: This… isn't necessarily where I wanted to end this chapter, but I have a certain Thing planned for next chapter and it would have been weird to stick it on the end of this one, so… I guess here you go? Thanks for reading!