Flash tries to ignore his personal urges and listen to FBI and league reports coming from Washington. They are suppose to be looking for terrorist expected to be around the Washington DC area. The Question, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Vixon, Wildcat, and Zatanna are already on location investigating and keeping an eye out.
Booster Gold is also on assignment in Japan, but ironically, Skeetz stayed behind to keep an eye on Flash. If he's not at the monitors, Flash is running or trying to hide from Skeetz, but that floating computer always finds him. Elongated Man and B'Wana Beast are also watching Flash for Booster as well. Even the kitchen and snack bar staff is watching what Flash eats, and it's driving him up the wall.
Flash sits impatiently waiting for lunch break. Breakfast this morning hadn't been enough to sustain him and he's been snacking on fruit all morning. Unfortunately, Flash burns off more calories just sitting and breathing then what most of the fruit provides. It's already starting to talk it's toil on Flash and his already dreaming about his usually sweets and greases, but he's still determined to stick it out.
Flash grimaces his teeth and tries hard to hold himself together. He just went a half hour ago. He can't leave, he needs to listen to and take notes of the reports coming in. He's been in trouble so many times before for leaving his post to attend to personal needs. However, all that fruit from this morning is it's taking it's toll. Flash tries not to make eye contact with the water jug next to him. Then a tech member comes over to the jug and pours water into a cup.
That does it, he rushes to the restroom and returns one minute later. He feels much better, but he's greeted by a frowning Shayera.
"Ah, hey Shayera. What's up?" greets Flash sheepishly.
Shayera crosses her arms, "Flash, do you know that there's a hold up at what's believed to be one of the terrorist's hideout?"
Flash's raises his eyes, "Is there? When did this happen?"
Shayera points to the radio controls where Flash was suppose to be, "The call just came while you were away. You're lucky I happened to come in and take the call. You're also lucky that they have things under control, but they could need us at any second."
Flash covers his mouth, "Shayera I'm sorry, but when you've got to go you've got to go."
"You just went about a half hour ago Wally," says Shayera firmly.
"Yea but all this fruit I've been eating has me in and out of the bathroom. I can't help it," informs Flash.
"Then why don't you snack on something else, like wheat thins, energy bars, or crackers or something?"
Flash pops himself on the head, "Oh yea. I didn't think of those, but I just don't know what to choose. I'm not use to choosing, uh, healthy foods."
Shayera roles her eyes.
"Hey Shayera, is it time for lunch yet," asks Wally as he rubs his stomach.
Shayera checks the time, "Supergirl will be here in half an hour and we can go to lunch then."
"I don't think I can wait that long," complains Flash.
Shayera takes out a box of wheat thins and throws them to Flash, "Here, snack on these. And I'd recommend eating slow to use up the time."
"This is going to be the longest thirty minutes of my life," sieges Flash as he pops a wheat thin into his mouth.
"I wouldn't recommend eating more then one box if I were you," comes an annoy computer voice from behind the monitor screen.
Flash barely avoids chocking. Then he jerks his head, "Take my metabolism into account would you!"
Shayera clears her throat and pats her mace on her hand.
"Guess I'd better leave," says Skeetz, "but don't forget Flash, I'll be watching you at lunch."
Flash turns to Shayera, "One of us will be sued for computer damage by days end."
Lunch was a trail for Wally. Not only was Skeetz in the counter of his eye, Elongated Man and B-Wana Beast were taunting poor Flash left and right with forbidden foods. Flash tries to handle it by closing his eyes and trying not to breath in the mouth watering scents, which are making his mouth droll. He could just taste those yummy junk foods in his mouth and his stomach morphed for them.
Shayera decides that they should eat somewhere else. Shayera helps Wally control himself and pick out food for him that wouldn't loose the bet for him, including plain baked potatoes. Flash likes every other kind of potato except this kind. Shayera has to firmly pull Flash away from the desert bar and into the hallway.
They go to Shayera's room to eat. Flash is still trying to calm himself down with deep breathes and rubbing his tongue around in his mouth hoping to lessen his screaming taste buds. He's body is also starting to shake a little.
"Shayera," says Flash, "If you hadn't been there, I would have lost the bet already."
"They say the first twenty-four hours are the hardest when dealing with an addition," says Shayera.
"It's not an addition!" Flash protest, "And twenty-four hours is all I have anyway."
The next couple of hours are hectic. Booster Gold, who is still on assignment in Japan, reports in three times to check on Flash and to get updates from Skeetz. Booster keeps trying Flash's moods with cocky talk and taunting him by talking about food. The third time Booster calls, Flash get so upset that he bangs his fist on the radio control panel and damages the controls. Fortunately, tech service was able to fix it in fifteen minutes. Shayera didn't scroll Flash for the damage, but told Booster Gold over the com link that if he called one more time, unless it was a Justice League emergency, she would report him for mis-use of the radio channel.
Not only that, Elongated Man and B'Wana Beast kept coming in with candy and other junk food snacks and waving them in front of Flash's face. The urge to grab those snacks and chow down is almost more the Wally can bare and becoming harder each time. At one point, Flash actually did grab a package of M & M's and was about to open it when Skeetz showed up, startling Wally and causing him to drop the bag. Shayera fixed this by assigning them crowd control in DC, even though crowd control wasn't necessary at that point.
Around 2:30pm, Shayera notices that Flash is having a real hard time concentrating. He looks rather tried, his body is noticeably shaking, and his head is hanging down. He's rather hungry and feeling a little dizzy.
Shayera walks over to Flash, "Wally, are you alright?"
"Huh?" Flash lifts his head, "Oh yea. I'm just tired and hungry that's all. And I have a little bit of a headache."
Shayera kneels next to him and places her hand on Flash's arm. She can feel it shaking, "Wally, I think you're blood sugar is low."
"Ya think?" asks Flash.
"Eat some dry fruit Wally."
Flash makes an ugh face, "I'm so sick of fruit, even dry fruit. The kitchen is running low on fruit anyway." But it sure is full of yummy sweets and greasy foods, thinks Flash.
"Perhaps you should lay down," suggest Shayera.
"Perhaps you're right," agrees Flash.
"Wally, are you still sure you want to stick this out?" asks Shayera concernly, "If you're like this right now, think how you're going to be later."
"Hey, I said I was going to stick it out and I intend too." I just wish I hadn't made this stupid bet in the first place, but I don't want to parade around Central City in a woman's nightgown and praise that bastard Michael.
A voice then comes over the radio, "A transmitted message from the deep space front has arrived."
"Thank you Mary." Shayera turns to Flash, "I'd better get that message. Will you be okay for a few minutes?"
Flash snaps his fingers, "I'll go get the message Shayera."
"Are you sure Wally?"
"Sure. Besides, it'll give me something to do. Then I'll lay down."
Flash exits through the double doors but Shayera sees him turn right, the direction to the kitchen.
"Other way Wally!"
"Oh yea, right."
Flash gets the printed report from the bridge and heads back towards the monitor room.
"You better not be sneaking forbidden food," comes the most unwelcomed voice in Flash's mind.
Flash is startled and drops the message.
"YOU AGAIN!"
"What's that you have there?" asks Skeetz.
Flash picks up the paper, "It's just a message from the team in space. Look!" Flash flashes the paper in front of Skeetz.
"Just making sure it wasn't a candy wrapper or chip bag."
"Does this look like a candy rapper or chip bag!" snaps Flash, "Now get out of my way."
Flash starts to run but Skeetz is still following him.
"I'm going to tell you for the last time!" yells Flash, "LEAVE ME ALONE OR I'll CEASE YOU'RE EXISTENCE!"
"I'd sure love to know how you'll explain that to Michael."
"I don't care," yells Flash, "You've been bothering me all day! Everywhere I look you're there. You follow me to the cafeteria, the game room, the monitor room, my room, Shayera's room, the bridge, up and down the hallways, even the bathroom!"
"I would have followed you into the stall if not for rapping me up with toilet paper."
"Why you!"
Flash reaches for Skeetz, but he's out of reach. Then Skeetz is hit by two red beams and short circuits. He crashes onto the floor.
Supergirl walks from down the hall and smiles at Flash.
"Thanks Kara," greets Flash thankfully.
"No problem," answers Kara, "I've had it up to here with him. But enjoy it while you can, he'll be fixed up again in no time."
"Boomer," huffs Flash, "Hey Kara, how are you doing it? Going without chocolate and peanut butter I mean."
"Not easy," answers Kara, "Whenever I'm craving either, I eat a piece of fruit instead."
"Boomer," sieges Flash.
"I'm also chewing gum and sucking on ice. Cuts down on the cravings."
"The only ice I want to suck is ice cream or an iced mocha," replies Flash.
