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So these first few chapters are going to be about Wally trying to establish a relationship with some of his relatives. Also Wally and Jesse aren't any kind of ship I just think their friendship is cool.
This time: Ms. Dawn Allen, The Tornado Twin!
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Wally must have fallen asleep at some point because the next the he knew he was being shaken lightly awake.
"Waaalllllyyyy..."
He cracked his eyes open to see Dawn, bright red hair barley hanging past her shoulders.
"Yes?" He muttered.
"Dinner!" She said rocking from her heels to her toes faster than any normal child could have.
"'Kay" He mumbled, rolling over on his side so that his back was to the little girl.
"Dinner!" She repeated, "It's time to eat!"
When he didn't respond she climbed onto his bunk and poked him until he looked at her.
"Food is done! Aren't you hungry?" It was obvious that him not getting up immediately confused her. Speedsters ate more food in a day than five normal people combined.
Wally sighed in discontent and shook his head.
"I'll go get Daddy and tell him you're sick," Wally shot up straight and grabbed hold of Dawns shirt before she could gain enough momentum to bolt out of the room.
"Yeah I'm hungry," He was hungry, he had just grown accustomed to not eating very much.
Dawn smiled widely as he finally slid off the bed and stretched his arms above his head.
"C'mon," She grabbed his hand and sped off, barley giving him enough time to register the fact that the girl was a speedster also and he needed to actually run to avoid his arm being pulled out of socket.
Milliseconds later they materialized into the kitchen. Barry and Iris had one of those tables meant for people who had company a lot so there was room for him and about ten other people. There was more food on the in front of him now than Wally had seen in one place since his mother was alive.
"I made you a plate sweetheart but feel free to seconds, thirds, whatever you want," Iris said, putting a platter with enough food on it to kill Java the Hut in Wallys hands.
Wally looked around for a good place to sit and found Barry was at one end of the table and Iris the other, Bart was seated by a dark haired girl who Wally assumed was his sister and Dawn in the chair by her twin.
"Here Wally!" Bart patted the chair beside him and Wally sighed and sat.
"So how was everybody's day at school?" Barry asked.
"The other kids had races at recess and Dawn and me didn't play!" Don said proudly.
"That's good guys, I'm glad," Wally wondered if using powers outside of their home was a total no no, or if the rule just applied to the little kids.
"We're touring the middle school class rooms next week," Jenni said.
"My baby sisters gonna be a big bad sixth grader next year," Bart laughed, poking Jenni in the side playfully.
"You're only going to be in the eighth grade Bart. You're not that much older than me!" There was no way in Hell that kid was in middle school he barley came to Wally's shoulder.
"How old are you?" Wally muttered.
"Fourteen!"
"Bart's thirteen," Jenni corrected pointedly, "I'm eleven,"
"I'll be fourteen in eight months,"
"That's a long time,"
"Is not!"
"On what planet is that not a long time?"
"Uh, Mars!"
"How was your day Bart?" Barry asked, interrupting the siblings squabbling.
"Fine," Bart said quickly, turning his attention to his dinner.
"No problems?"
"No Uncle Barry, everything was fine,"
"You sure? Because I can talk to the principal abo-"
"No! I mean, c'mon Uncle Barry, I'm a super hero after all! I can take care of it. Everything's crash,"
"Whats going on?" Wally asked.
"Bart's been having some trouble with a boy at his school," Iris said.
"Really?" Bart seemed like one of those really annoying friendly kids that everybody liked.
"Yeah," Bart mumbled, "Thad Thawne, he hates me."
"Why?"
"I worked with his father until I caught him tampering with crime scene evidence. I had to report him and he was fired," Barry explained, "He's had it out for me ever since."
"That's some stupid shit, to hold a grudge like that," Wally said, finally digging into the plate his aunt had made him.
"Language Wally,"
"Sorry,"
(..) (..)
The next day was Saturday so Barry, Wally, Bart and Don 'jogged' to the mall for some male bonding.
"So Hibbet first? Their shoes seem to last longer than most the other companies," Barry said as they walked through the Macy's entrance.
"Yeah! I need some new socks too. AndImighthavemeltedmybasketballshortswhenIrantothemountaintheothernight," Bart kept trying to hop onto Wally's back and Wally had to resist the urge to snap at the the boy.
"Of course," Barry sighed, ruffling Bart's hair playfully.
"Sorry!" Bart laughed.
"Daddy, can we get ice cream?" Don asked, pulling on Barry's shirt.
"Sure thing! After we shop,"
Wally felt very out of place with the Allens. They all fit each other so perfectly and it just didn't sit right with him. They were amazingly kind and Wally seemed like such a punk teenager in comparison.
"Where do you want to go Wally?" Barry kept doing that, trying to get him to voice his opinion, engage openly in the conversation.
"'D'no. I just need, like, a new shirt and a pair of jeans," Wally was not a frequent mall shopper.
"Come on Wally, you need a lot more than that. We could go to Holister! They have the crashest cologne. Oh, or we could go to Aeropastle I really like their hoodies. I don't know, you seem more like a Hot Topic person to me...Hmmmm..Maybe we coul-"
"Hey guys!" A pretty blond girl somewhere around Wally's age ran up and gave Don and Bart a tight hug.
"Jesse! What are you doing here?" Bart laughed, returning the embrace.
"I was shopping with my mom but I kind of ditched her. Who's your friend?" The girl, Jesse, rested her chin on the top of Bart's head and peered at Wally.
"Oh right right. Jesse, this is my totally crash cousin Wally. He's a speedster too. Wall-E this is our neighbor Jesse,"
The words 'He's a speedster too' shot through Wally's mind for a few seconds until common sense reared its head.
"You're Jesse Quick," Wally said, keeping his voice low.
"And you're Wally," She smiled.
"You live next door?" He hadn't seen anyone outside except old people.
"Yeah. Me and my mom and dad,"
"Most of the neighbors are either superheroes or retired ones," Bart said.
"Wow. Didn't see that one coming," Wally muttered.
"So you live with Barry and Iris?"
"Yup,"
"You going to Central High?" She asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and started texting.
"He is," Barry said and Wally made a face.
School.
Ugh.
"Well I gotta run but I'm sure I'll see you around," Jesse smiled and walked away.
"Bye Jesse!" Don called.
"So...Hibbet?" Barry said, steering the three boys in the direction of the store.
"Sounds good to me," Wally nodded.
He liked the way Hibbet smelled of new rubber, It reminded him of the way his sneakers smoked when he ran.
"This one seems pretty crash to me," Bart said as he sat a large baseball cap backwards on his head.
"Nope," Barry corrected, pulling the hat off Bart and causing his hair to stick up every direction in the world.
Wally snickered ans Don exclaimed "You look like a porky pine!"
Bart scowled and smoothed his hair over before sniping back "Well you two look like wild foxes died on your heads!"
"His was still better!" Wally laughed as Bart blushed.
"Shoes boys, remember?" Barry said suppressing a grin to the best of his ability.
"I like yellow," Wally said automatically.
"Then yellow it is Kid," Barry said with a big smile.
(..) (..)
Nearly three hours later Wally and the Allens finally returned home with bags full of clothes, shoes and electronics.
"How was shopping?" Iris asked.
"Good!" Don exclaimed, still eating his chocolate ice cream.
"I'm happy you had fun," Iris laughed, "Did you get what you needed?"
"And more," Wally said. He and Bart had taken about three minutes to put up all of the things they had bought that day. How did he live before super speed?
"I'm glad, you needed it. Wally will you do me a favor and tell Dawn to come inside soon? Shes in the yard,"
"Sure thing Iris," Wally ducked out of the back door and hopped off the porch.
"Daaaaawwwnn," He yelled, "Oh Daaawwwwwnn!"
"Yeah?" He heard her little voice call.
"Your mom wants you to go in soon," He said.
Dawn materialized next to him, eyes red and puffy.
"Okay," She sniffed.
"Hey whats wrong?" He asked, dropping down on one knee to look the little girl in the eye.
"I kicked my ball into mean old Mr. Hansen's back yard and he took it in his house,"
Wally raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"So? Just go ask for it back,"
"You don't understand!" Dawn sighed dramatically, "Mr. Hansen hates us."
"Why? Did Barry replace him or something? I mean, was he the original Flash or something like that?"
"No silly! Grandpa Jay was Flash before Daddy. Mr. Hansen just hates everybody,"
Wally rolled his eyes. He could take care of this right? If Barry and Bart could handle supervillans, Wally could do something as simple as get his cousins ball back from an elderly neighbor. C'mon, he was the Wallman.
He stuck his head back inside and yelled "We'll be in in a few!" To his waiting aunt before he turned and held his hand out to the little girl, "Show me where he lives,"
"Really?!" Dawn smiled excitedly and started pulling Wally towards the house directly next to theirs.
Wally walked up the porch stairs and knocked on the door causing Dawn to let go of his hand and duck behind him and latch herself onto his leg. He was a little honored that she trusted him to keep her safe.
"Yes?" A voice snapped as the door opened.
Wally eyed the man in front of him. He was old, no doubt about it, and Wally had to stifle a laugh at his large white mustache.
"Yeah man, my little cousin kicked her ball into your back yard. Anyway she can get it back?" The man eyed Wally in return.
"No," He snapped, closing the door.
Wally quickly (almost to quickly) stopped it with his foot.
"And why not!?"
"Because I'm tired of you damn neighborhood brats trashing up my property! Next time she'll know to be more careful!"
"You're not serious?"
"Absolutely!" The man shoved Wally back, shut the door and shouted "Get off my lawn!"
"I told you!" Dawn cried, eyes starting to water.
"Don't worry Dawnie, we'll get your ball back,"
"How?" Dawn sniffed as they walked back to their home.
"I'll just vibrate through the wall and get it,"
"Don't! He could see you and then Daddy would get mad at us!"
Wally rolled his eyes. "What if I get him outside, then run in and grab it."
"That could work!" Dawn exclaimed.
"Wait right here," Wally ran back into the house at a normal pace and collected vinegar, baking soda and a water bottle, and ran back out.
"What'cha makin'?" Dawn asked as he mixed the soda and vinegar in the bottle and twisted the top back on.
"You'll see," He smiled and threw it over the fence into Hansen's yard.
Seconds, minutes for them, later the bottle literally exploded. Hello grade school science.
"Whoa!" Dawn shouted, hoping back.
Hansen came running out of his house screaming "What the hell!" and Wally bolted inside and time turned to jelly around him. He bolted through all of the rooms, looking everywhere he could think of until he came to a closet literally filled with children's toys. Balls, toy cars and plains, Frisbees, kites and anything else you could ever imagine were packed tightly into the small space. He scanned the place thoroughly before deciding the ball with the Flash symbol on it must belong to Dawn.
He was about to jet when a thought had entered his head. This old man had a really nice house full of really nice things that he could sell for a really nice price. He wouldn't know Wally had done it...But his uncle would. For some strange reason he felt like disappointing Barry would be worse than getting his ass thrown in jail by The Flash.
Wally shook his head and ran back outside before the screen door even shut.
"This yours?" He asked, holding a bright red ball out to Dawn who squealed and jumped up and down.
"Yeah! Wow thanks Wally! You're the coolest ever!" She held her arms up and he swung her into the hug she had wanted.
Was it dorky that he actually felt cool? Probably.
"What was that noise?!" Barry called, sticking his head outside.
"Nothing!" Wally and Dawn shouted back simultaneously.
Having an alliance with his six year old cousin might not have been much, but for Wally, it was an honest start.
I have ideas for this story. I really like it a lot.
The Flash family is one of my very favorites.
It will get more organized and longer the farther along we get, promise.
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