Illyeria sat at the edge of the bed and waited patiently. Wally's breathing had become shallower, indicating that he was waking. Eventually he moved and Illyeria leaned over to stroke a stray hair out of his face.

"Awaken my love." She whispered. His eyes fluttered open and his eyes wondered around the room. They flickered back to Illyeria and he slowly sat up on his elbows.

"Who are you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly and meeting her blue eyes.

"I am Illyeria, your creator." She told him, reaching out for his face and gently caressing it. Wally sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into her hand at his cheek.

"Who am I?" he opened his eyes and fear flashed across, followed quickly by confusion.

"You are Wally West." She said, taking his face in both her hands to keep him looking at her. "I rescued you from the Justice League." She explained, gazing into his eyes.

"Why…why do I know that name?" he asked.

"Because they are so called heroes who dish out punichment as and when they deam it right. They took you, after your family abandoned you…" she paused and released his face.

"What did they do?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

"They saw…what you were and…" she shook with a small sob. "And they locked you away, making you do their dirty work, calling you a monster." The tears ran down her face.

Wally dropped her hand and his eyes went wide.

"My brother and I found you and I have nursed you back to health." She placed a hand over his. "We were good friends when I first found you, but I could not get you out at that time."

"But you risked everything to save me from that time." He said. She nodded. "Thank you."

"I will help you get on, my brother and I will teach you your powers." She promised.

"Thank you." He said. She leaned in and hugged him.

"I will leave you to think." She said, patting his knee as she stood up. "Rest if you can, if not, I'll be down the hall and in the kitchen."

She opened the door, blew a kiss at him and left, a smile growing as she shut the door.

Down in the kitchen she found her brother, he glanced up at her and pulled out a chair.

"How did it go?" he asked, turning the page of the newspaper.

"As well as expected. He doesn't remember anything and I've already told the first of the story." He nodded.

"Eventually he'll learn to hate them, and except what he is." He said, not looking up.

"But he still seems innocent." She said.

"He'll come to like it," he glanced sideways at her. "You did."

They both laughed joyfully as they sat in the kitchen. When they calmed down Illyeria finally asked her last question. "When do we break him out?"

"In the next few days, once we start him up with training." He said, dropping the newspaper.

Batman sat in his bat cave searching through anyone who could be out of prison and would have a grudge with Wally and have the money or capability to fund a virus experiment.

"Anything yet Bruce?" Clark asked over the Comm. Link.

"No one with a good set of brains to create a virus is currently out." He told him, trying his best not to sigh.

Clark however completed that task. "I'm going back down to search that warehouse." He said.

"I still didn't find any company name to that." Bruce told him. "The only reason I knew they would be there is because that glass box and that gas were sent to that address." He explained.

"Maybe Batman should drop by and question that company who sold them the gas?" Clark hinted.

"Just what I had in mind." Batman answered, throwing over his cowl and heading off to the Bat Mobil.

"Call me when you find something." Clark said, signing off. "Like you always do." He laughed flying off to the warehouse.

Well, how was that? I know it was short, but writters block when you've started college is such a drag! Anyway, my imagination is going over time for this one.