Well, we've finally come to the end. Can you believe it? I decided to upload the last chapter on the last day of school as kind of a conclusion to the semester, a completing-the-circle kind of thing. To everyone still in high school: 1) Booyah. 2) I was gonna write something here about you could wait 'till your last day, too, but I really just want to further rub in the fact that I'm out of school today. And you're not.

It's my first year of college; so sue me. You'll wanna do it, too.

Remember that slight ST:TNG crossover? It's in here.

By the way, SOKERFREEK922, I've left a special message for you in the reviews. I don't want to ruin the mood of the chapter.

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They always told him he couldn't do it.

But no one was looking.

If no one was looking, then he could do it.

He extended one exploratory finger and brought it toward the forbidden opening. He inserted it.

It was wonderful! It was warm and squishy and fuzzy, like a dream. Fluffy pillows greeted his finger. It liked to have never left, but he knew he had to take out his finger before he was spotted.

Reluctantly, he removed his finger. But what was this? A stowaway? One of the sticky pillows had attached itself to his finger.

He took it to his eye and inspected it.

He took it to his nose and sniffed it.

He took it to his ear and listened for any signs of life.

He took it to his mouth and-

"Don't you dare eat that!"

Henry's mother grabbed his wrist and wiped the booger off his finger. "What have I told you?" she scolded. "That's it. No ice cream for you, young man."

Flash watched the mother and son who were sitting on the row of movie seats in front of him. He was having a very hard time trying to laugh quietly, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that wiped the smile off his face.

"FIRE!" someone screamed. She was agreed with by a lot of screams and slamming theatre seats. The writhing mob of panicked patrons was not going to get out of the theatre all at once like they were trying to do; instead they would probably end up trampling people to death.

Flash had no choice at this juncture. He may not have been able to run, but he did anyway.

Leaving his coat, hat, and crutches where they were, he ran, and he didn't fall. Maybe it was the force of running or being so concentrated on something else, I don't know, but he sped around just dandy. The first thing he did was to bring everyone outside.

"You see?" Henry's mother asked her son. "You pick your nose and your favourite theatre gets burned down."

"But that's not-"

"Don't back talk your mother. Little boys who talk back to their mothers get worm larvae in their brains."

Henry was silent for a moment. "So are we getting ice cream?"

"Don't nag your mother. That's why your father left." She paused. "C'mon; let's go get ice cream."

The Justice League came across the scene while Flash was rescuing everyone by himself. He had it under control, but it still wigged them out. Heat Wave could be seen in the distance, bounding away from the site of destruction. Well, I saw him. I don't know about anyone else. As soon as I mentioned him, he ran away. He's always doing that.

Once everyone was out of the theatre, Flash went into a spin, which was much easier than usual for obvious reasons. (28) He gathered up all the fire into a flaming tornado, making the fire expend all its fuel to a point where it couldn't recover. After the fire was extinguished and he knew everyone was safe, he allowed himself to relax, which he did in a pile on the ground right at the feet of a very livid Green Lantern.

Green Lantern, as he was not one to kick a man while he's down, helped Flash stand. Then he kicked him.

"Hey!"

"What do you think you're doing?" He was mad.

"I'm saving people." Flash was equally mad. "Maybe you could have helped or something instead of just watching."

"Well, stop it. You're in no condition to try and be a hero."

"That's what I do!"

Flash spotted Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman who were, to put it mildly, very disheveled; their hair was a rat's nest, cuts and scrapes littered their otherwise flawless skin (29), and they were both cradling various body parts.

"What happened to you?"

Seemingly from out of nowhere, a very large cobra leapt, grabbed Flash on his jugular, and began to pump its venom. Superman grabbed Flash's collar to keep him standing, and he grabbed the snake, but not soon enough. Flash was screaming as the poison tried to get to his heart and spread all over his body, but Superman's super sucking power (30) was enough to get most of the poison out of his body, not to mention threatening to take half of Flash's blood supply with it.

"Ah, yes-s-s-s," they heard a woman hiss. They looked up to see her riding what had to be a five-hundred-foot cobra, and Flash didn't even want to think about what its average daily caloric intake was.

"Finally, I have-" Cobra Queen stopped abruptly and peered at the group before her. "Oh. S-s-s-sorry. I thought you were another heads-s-s-strong, red-clad s-s-s-superhero. Do you know where I could, s-s-s-s, find him?"

The Justice League shook their heads slowly, except Flash who was holding his throat and waiting for that tingling to subside.

"Oh. Maybe I should inquire from your, s-s-s-s, fat friend here. Cos-s-s-sgrove," she said, instructing her snake to bring her toward Green Lantern. That is also where she stopped talking.

"Oh, no she di'in't," said Hawkgirl in that monotone fashion that did nothing for the phrase except make it sound extremely funny. I really wish you could have been there.

A giant green fist punched her with enough force to send her and her snake back to their own universe.

"No one calls me fat," Green Lantern grumbled.

Flash spit out some excess saliva as he was producing copious amounts.

"That's disgusting," Lantern said, taking a step away.

"Sorry. I got a lot in here. I feel like an Alien."

The Kryptonian, the Thanagarian, and the Martian glared with eyes that bore right through him.

" . . . Not you guys."

Superman let him fall.

"Do you think we should tell him now?" Wonder Woman asked. She finally got the answer she desired.

"The day's almost over," Superman said. "I think it's safe."

"What?" Flash asked, still not letting go of his ever-swelling neck. He felt the nausea welling up inside him and his heartbeat become irregular.

The ground under them began to shake. Something like a vertically-sitting rain cloud appeared. A bolt of lightening streaked out from it and drew a zigzagging line across the air in front of it. They heard a rip, and the zigzaggy line opened a portal into . . . nothingness. There was nothing on the other side, not even colour. It wasn't white and it wasn't black - it was just nothing.

"What did I tell you?" Batman gloated. "Super smarts - check," he said, ever so sassily, then added a smug, "Swish."

"This has just been the worst day," Flash said, not attempting to get up.

"Flash," Green Lantern kneeled, putting a supportive hand on the younger man's shoulder and forcing him to tear his eyes from the growing rift, "we need to talk to you."

Suddenly, a giant meteor landed directly on the congregation of super heroes. Everyone who could be killed by a giant rock traveling at superspeed from the depths of space was, and everyone who couldn't, was anyway. The rift closed.

"That'll teach them to screw with the continuity of the universe," a voice said, brushing off his hands. "Humans." He shook his head, then paused. " . . . And Kryptonians. And Thanagarians. And- Never mind. I wonder what Jean-Luc is up to right now."

And with a snap of his fingers, Q was gone.

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(28) Think of the Enterprise when the port nacelle gets hit or the engine goes on the fritz.

(29) Bitches.

(30) - check

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I betcha thought I'd save him, didn't you? Ha hah! Eat it.

Well, that's it for me. I'm Audi 5000.