Your Song

Wally West

(Wally's Ending)

It was late afternoon. Chelsea pulled herself away from one of her game stations to start closing the windows. After such a warm welcoming from spring a thunderstorm was rolling in. She stared out of the window of her apartment examining the dark, thick clouded sky above. She heard her door open, knowing who it was just from his entrance, "Hey beautiful!" Wally chimed, kicking the door closed with his foot as he set a pair of large paper bags down.

She approached him, inspecting what place he decided to stop at for food, "Hey Wal," she smiled, "you were feeling Chinese, huh?"

"You bet," he mirrored her smile and put his arm around her to hug her and plant a kiss on her forehead, "I got your usual, don't worry." He noticed her television had a retro game on the screen, "Started without me?"

"Just getting warmed up." she winked, "The princess can't be saved without the both of us." She grabbed some plates out of the cabinet and brought their food over to the coffee table, "What do you want to drink?" she asked, heading back to her small kitchen.

"Whatever you've got. I'm not picky." he replied, flopping down on the floor indian style beside the coffee table. He started to cake his plate with mounds of food. He only stopped momentarily to take a bottled water from Chelsea's outstretched arm. She sat down beside him and started fixing her own plate. It felt like ages since she had done this with Wally. This being simply an evening of video games, movies, and take-out with her best friend. So many stressful things had been happening, but these were the moments she lived for. Wally made it so easy, "How's college going now that you have to do everything on the internet?" after the devastating damage that was inflicted on campus, it was estimated regular on-campus study wouldn't return until next semester; Chelsea's final semester before graduation.

"It's a bit difficult for us art majors. We have to turn in scans and photographs of our artwork which can really deplete the effort put into the pieces… but I guess it could be worse." Chelsea explained with a raise and lower of her shoulder. She looked over and noticed Wally had already finished his plate and had started gurgling his water down. Most girls might see it as a turn off, but Chelsea was always one to understand how Wally's metabolism worked. She started eating her rice with a fork and pulling apart crab ragoon with her fingers and popping the pieces into her mouth, "What were you up to today?"

"I took a day off." he told her, "It was way too beautiful outside at Central City to be bothered with responsibility. Perfect weather to go for a run." he stretched, "I was starving by the time I was on my way over here."

She couldn't help but smile, "Yeah I had the windows open and everything while I was painting earlier. The breeze felt nice. It's been a rough winter in Gotham." She wiped her hands with a napkin and turned to grab one of the game controllers, "Be my player two?"

His expression melted into such a loving one, "Always Chels." He grabbed the extra controller and before they knew it they were traveling through pipes and tossing turtle shells. Hours quickly passed. The sun disappeared over the horizon. There was a rumble warning Gotham of the coming thunderstorm.

While they were taking a break Chelsea went to the window to watch the rain pour over top of them, "Wally, I think you should crash here tonight. I don't want you going out in that mess."

Wally didn't mind that in the least bit, "Works for me." he said.

Chelsea sat down beside Wally on the couch. The thoughts that floated around in the back of her head still haunted her. What would he say, if she told him how she really felt? That for so long what felt like a close friendship, turned into so much more to her. Would he laugh? Think she was joking? One thing felt certain to her: when she did tell him, things would change, for the worse or for better. She hadn't realized it, but she was so lost in thought she was staring at Wally rather intensely.

He felt slightly uncomfortable, "Uh, Chels? I feel like I'm being interrogated by Bats over here. Are you okay?"

She blinked a couple of times, returning to the situation at hand, "Sorry. I guess I got lost in thought." She rubbed her forehead, trying to silence the oncoming headache, "Ready to get back in game?" she asked, trying to brush off the moment as she reached for her controller. Suddenly they were shrouded in darkness.

A black out?

"Is your mouth hanging open too?" asked Wally.

"...We didn't save…" Chelsea murmured, igniting her hand so she could see him. It was pitch black all around them. All that could be seen aside from Chelsea's lit fist was the flashing of lightning outside. Not only that, but their game progress was officially wiped because neither of them saved it.

"Dude, this blows…" sighed Wally, leaning back against the sofa.

Chelsea stood up and started walking around the room, lighting candles she had scattered about it. Once she was done, there was a little more light for them to see their surroundings. She brought a couple of the bigger ones closer and sat them on the coffee table. She wondered if Bruce was out in this terrible weather. Not much would stop him. She stared at the window, watching strands of water dance down the glass.

"Chels?" asked Wally.

She refocused, and turned to him, "Yeah?"

"You okay? You seem really… distracted." Wally wondered, standing up and coming toward her.

Thunder crashed above them, causing Chelsea to jump, "I'm alright. I just still have a lot on my mind, ya know?" she flickered him a grin, "Hang on." she told him and scurried off to her bedroom. Returning with a mound of blankets and pillows, she was still wearing the same big smile, "Ever make a fort before?" she asked.

His smile grew, "My forts usually had a no girls allowed policy. I think I'll make an exception though." he winked at her.

"Go grab the dining table chairs," she told him. And like that they started to construct a fort in her living room. It was a little small, but they managed to both squeeze under it.

"I remember these being a lot bigger when I was a kid," he joked.

"Now we're just bigger kids with a little fort." she said, lying beside him. Her eye was drawn to a spot above Wally that had some light shining through, "Hang on a sec," she started to lean over him and adjust one of the blankets to get rid of the tiny window. All the while two very distinct things were right in Wally's face, "I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable. The blanket is being difficult." she explained, trying to pull on the blanket some.

Wally couldn't help, but stare. He had no choice. He was being pinned down by the very girl of his dreams and what's more her chest was right in his face, "Take your time…" he squeaked. She had it fixed after a couple of seconds and laid back down beside him. It was just light enough for them to make out the obvious details in each other's faces. Wally lay on his side with his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the ground. Chelsea stared up at him thoughtfully, "Want to talk about what's on your mind?" he asked.

She shook her head slightly, "Just… stuff." she shrugged. He looked at her with concern. She remembered how upset he got the last time she didn't talk to him about things that bothered her. Was now the right time? Thunder boomed above them again and on an act of instinct her body snuggled closer to his, "There's been a lot of things I've been conflicted with…" she started to explain, "Eventually I have to decide which way I want to go." she looked up at him admiring the emerald glimmer in his eyes. Her eyes looked back and forth between his, "Wally…" she leaned in closer, "kiss me."

"What?" he choked.

"Kiss me," she replied.

It had been some time since he felt his lips against hers. They were so soft and gentle. He had a hard time keeping his composure whenever he got these rare moments of intimacy with her, but she had never ordered such a thing from him. And now, so suddenly, she requested this exchange. It felt so familiar, like this was how they had always been, and yet it was so new all at the same time. He got a little carried away as he rolled over onto her slightly, cradling her head with his hand, and deepening their kiss. She put her hand against the side of his head, running her fingers through his soft ginger hair. In a single instant, Wally realized this rush of emotions, and did his best to keep it from going too far. Releasing her lips, he stared down at her, gauging her response.

He squinted at her in the dimly lit fort they had created, "Talk to me… say something…" he was nearly begging, "I don't understand what-" he started to say, but didn't know where he was going with it. He was so jumbled up suddenly. He was so sure he was okay with the idea that he was still runner up in her heart. That Bruce was the man she had always dreamed of. Now, what was happening?

"Wally…" Chelsea spoke quietly, nearly in a whisper, "I've been trying to find the right way to tell you… but I was afraid I'd lose the one person I realized long ago I could not live without." her eyes shined with emotion, "I love you… the kind of love that I can see myself spend the rest of my Friday nights snuggled up beside you, building goofy forts and having tickle fights… the kind of love where losing your breath while kissing is more important than oxygen itself." she was trembling, afraid at any moment he might turn away from her, "I was so afraid to tell you that I tried to talk myself out of any possibility of you and I… I don't wanna lose my best friend…" a stray tear escaped her eye, "they say your soulmate doesn't have to be a partner or a lover… and for me my soulmate is my best friend…" her lower lip quivered as she slightly shook her head, "Because you are my partner… my best friend… my soulmate." She tried to smile through her fear.

Wally's heart dropped. His mouth twitched into a slight smile as he tried to find the words. He laughed through his nose and rested his forehead against hers, "How could you have any doubt, Chels?" he lowered his voice, his lips grazing hers, "I've been in love with you since the moment you took my hand… the moment you kissed my lips… the moment you became my best friend… I've fallen in love with you over and over again… you mean, that much." he planted a quick kiss on her lips, and then kissed her again, running his hands through her long hair, "Nothing has mattered more to me than the moments I've gotten to spend with you. God," he shook head, "You're my number one girl, Chels." he repeated from one of the first times they had sat across from each other at the diner, "You've always been my one and only."

She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She was still shaking in fear. He slowly let his body rest against hers as he pulled her in tight, enjoying the feeling he never thought he'd ever have. Chelsea used one of her hands to pull a blanket over them, and looked up into his eyes.

He wanted to kiss her, the way he always dreamed of doing, but he didn't want to do too much too quickly. She was worth the wait. Instead he recalled what she had said and decided to make light of the mood, "Tell me something… when did we ever have a tickle fight?" he wondered with a raised eyebrow.

Her eyes widened, "Wally… don't... you… dare."

His smile grew as he started tickling her, using his super speed as a way to overwhelm her. She was laughing so hard and rolling around to the point that when her tears returned, it was purely out of laughter. When he finally allowed her to breathe, he leaned over her once more, "Is this where the kiss means more than breathing?" he wondered.

"Could be," she teased, still breathing deeply.

"I hope so," he admitted, leaning in to steal her lips once more.

Author's Notes: And here is Wally's ending. Not as long as Bruce's, but still just as heartfelt I think. As stated in the previous chapter, leave your comments and votes in the review section. Thank you guys so much for sticking with me through this story. I thoroughly enjoy writing it and can't wait to see where the next part of it takes us. :)