John, Shayera, Diana and Superman crossed each other's paths several times while trying to track Flash down. They had asked just about every hero in and around the headquarters if they had seen him and few people had an answer.

After the whole group crossed paths for the fifth time they decided to check back in to J'ohn.

"Anything?" Shayera asked.

"Very little. I caught him a few times on camera, but I have not found a particular direction he is heading in." J'ohn explained, leaning over the security camera monitors.

"Has anyone checked his room?" Diana asked.

"Yes. Twice." Superman explained. "Everything's packed up in boxes, labelled to different people or for storage."

"His apartment is cleared out too." John added, sitting down on one of the chairs.

"What about Bruce?" Shayera asked in a quiet voice.

"He can't find a cure, he's going to drive himself into the ground if he doesn't stop." Superman told them.

The others just nodded quietly, each thinking of where to find Wally.

"The roof." Shayera suddenly whispered.

"What?" Diana asked.

"I just want to check." She answered walking out of the door. "I'll be right back." She added over her shoulder.

Wally sat, knees up to his chin, on the roof of the headquarters. He looked out across at the sinking sun, all day he had been packing, ever since he got the 'half cure' as he dubbed it. He knew it had partly worked, he could feel more life to him, but the darkness was still there, still new to him.

His mask hung from one hand as he rested his chin on his knees, tears sprang to his eyes.

"We promised that we'd be there for you." He jerked up; surprised that someone had snuck up on him. Shayera stood in the doorway, staring out at the sun. "And we still are." She continued, closing the door behind her.

She slowly approached him and sat down next to him, legs swinging over the edge of the building. "Am you sure you won't stay?" she asked.

"I can't. Too much has changed for me." He turned away from her. "I've already had to leave those I knew as Wally. The hunger is too much of a risk to them." He sighed.

Shayera leaned over and turned his head to face her.

"But we're still here to help." She explained.

"I know." He took her had in both of his. "But you were all born this way or became like this with a choice." He told her. "I was given these powers, not by choice. But I became the Flash by choice." He looked back out into the sun, now orange and red, pocking out of the horizon.

"But I didn't choose to become this, and I can't go back like this." He pointed to his face; the fangs and the eyes, odd, even for a 'normal person'.

"You'd have a home here." She told him.

"I need to find myself first." He said, smiling. "One day, I will return." He promised. "I just want to meet others like me as well."

"Write to us?" she asked.

"Of course." He laughed, pulling her into a hug. "Anyway, I need you lot to look after my stuff."

She laughed. "Where will you go?"

"London." He smiled. "I came across a few people who have had things happen to them, things that have changed them."

"When will you leave?" she asked, dreading the answer.

"Tonight." He sighed. "I want to leave as soon as possible."

She sighed. "Okay." She said sadly. "Come and say good bye to the others?" she asked.

"Yes." He stood up, taking her hand and pulling her up too.

The others wait for a few minutes when Flash reappeared; mask on, with Shayera in toe.

"I've come to say good bye." He told them.

"So you're really going?" Diana asked. He nodded.

She rushed forward and hugged him. He smiled sadly and hugged her back. "I would normally gloat about this." He laughed, she laughed with him.

"Where you off to?" John asked, clasping his hand and pulling him into a one armed hug.

"London." He repeated.

"Enjoy yourself." John said, stepping back for Superman.

"If you ever want to come back…" Superman left the sentence hang.

"I know." Flash said, taking the man's hand, only to be pulled into a bone-crushing hug.

"Take care." J'ohn said as Superman stepped back. Flash patted the Martian on the arm and shook his opposite hand.

"Same to you lot." He laughed. "I know there's no cure," he turned back to the door where Batman had appeared. "Or else I would have been normal ages ago." He said.

"You're sure about is?" Batman asked, approaching the small group.

"I've said my good byes and I'm all packed." He shrugged. "I've got contacts there who will help and I'll write back to you all when I get time." He said.

"Then have fun." Batman smiled, shaking Flash's hand and shaking it.

"I will. For both of us." He added, receiving and rare smiled and a circle of chuckles.

"I better get my bags." He answered and then instantly reappeared, a backpack in one hand and a small travel case in the other.

"That was quick." John joked.

"Well, I'll write when I get there." He said, looking down at his bags. The hugs went around again and then they walked him to the main door.

"Take care." Superman said one last time and then with a lopsided grin, Flash took off into the night.

A few weeks had gone by and the group had found themselves drifting slightly from each other. The weekly/fortnightly letters were the main thing that kept them talking together outside of saving the world.

Wally had written of different people he had met and a few heroes from the Justice League had come back telling tales of a Vampire man in black who had saved people around London. Booster Gold had even come back with a tale that he had bumped into Wally on the rooftop of a designer shop.

It was a good month after he had left that a picture was sent back.

'Just a line to say I've met the people I've wanted to meet and I thought you should see them too.'

The picture showed five people standing in a group pose. Wally stood at the back left, a mask over the top of his face, his hair and lower jaw free from the old costume mask. He wore casual clothing with a black trench coat, billowing out behind him.

"Very effective." John had joked.

The man to his right was a tall, proud man with greying hair. On the side of his throat was a mark that looked like the top of an umbrella. The pair each had one hand on each shoulder of a young girl in front of them. She looked no older than fourteen and had long black hair that matched her dark eyes.

Two people knelt on either side of the girl, a woman in front of Wally and a younger man in front of the greying man.

The woman had startling green eyes that, even on a small photo, could be shown like cat eyes. She had a head of blue-black hair and long nails that were laid out on the floor of the street as she stretch one leg out to the side.

The man knelt on the other side of the young girl also had one leg stretch out to the side, the other one bent before him. He had sharp features and dark brown hair; his eyes were a cold blue like Wally's and he had dog tags around his neck.

The five of them together looked a troublesome team and it brought a smile to the League's faces when they saw the spark of mischief back in Wally's eye.

On the back of the photograph was written some more words.

'We may drop by soon.'

Well, we all know I'm bad at writting endings, but I may produce a sequel around x-mas or in the new year.

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