Hey! So I'm more than a little behind… Sorry about that… There are a multitude of excuses: school, work, more school, more work, graduation…. Yeah, a lot is going on right now. That is why this update is so far behind. I am still planning on continuing this story, but updates will definitely be spaced out pretty far, hopefully not 4 months apart like this one was, but definitely not a week to week basis.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed this story. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I hope you'll stick with me through the rest of this story. Our time on this Earth is almost done, but like the title says, there are infinite Earths for us to visit!

Previously

"Mission accomplished," He pointed the mirror gun to the mirror covered ceiling of the bank. Blasting the mirror with the gun, he turned it into another end of the portal. The mirror rippled as the speedsters fell from it, landing in a heap on the floor.

Snart smiled at the humiliating little display. He lead Top to the mirror that Mirror Master came from and sent him through. He then picked up the recovering Heatwave and handed him off to Mirror Master who walked them both through the mirror. Captain Cold was the last one to enter, taking a moment to address the fallen heroes.

"Why don't you take a moment to reflect on this defeat, Kid!" Cold stepped through the mirror without a trace leaving the both Flashes in the middle of the battered bank.

Now

The rest of Team Flash stood in the Cortex speaking softly as Wally and Barry sped in. Wally ripped off his cowl and stormed off to one of the small labs branching off from the main room. Barry calmly pulled his cowl back as well. He watched as Wally picked up some sort of strange machine, using a screwdriver to fiddle with it.

"So your fight went just about as well as ours, huh?" Cisco asked. Barry nodded, he looked back over to wally as Cisco continued, "Basically the best 'Getaway Driver' for the Rogues. Do you guys have Mirror Master on your Earth?"

"No," Barry replied, "At least not yet. Who knows when he will show up with the changed timeline. It makes sense that he would show up eventually though," A loud crash sounds and everyone looks over at Wally. The machine he was working on in pieces on the ground and a trail of lightning speeding off into the depths of Star Labs.

"What's his problem?" Cisco looks to Barry.

"We didn't have the best run in with Cold and the other Rogues. But," Barry paused for a moment. He didn't know Wally very well, but he felt like the speedster was acting strange around him. He decided it was best to address it with Wally himself, "Never mind."

Professor Stein, followed by Ronnie, came back into the cortex. He was carrying a tablet, which he handed to Cisco.

"They didn't want money, they wanted diamonds," Stein proclaimed. Cisco gave him a cocked look.

"Yeah, we knew why they robbed the banks, Stein," Cisco got an exasperated sigh from Stein.

"No, the banks were a cover for the actual robbery done by Mirror Master and Golden Glider," Stein projected the image on his tablet to a larger screen on the wall. "This is a satellite office for Mercury Labs, just outside the Badlands. They have been doing research on gems that have shown energy amplification properties."

"So Cold sends two groups of Rogues to two different banks," Cisco recaps, " They hoped to distract us with this split while they snagged the gems…. but for what? What could they-" An idea pops into Cisco's head, "Oh! They want to supercharge their weapons! That's it!"

Cisco pulls up schematics on the various weapons the Rogues carry. A digital representation of the gems gets inserted into each one. The computer begins projecting the new power output.

"Power output of each weapon would be increased 10 fold," Stein says with disbelief. Everyone in the room shares worried looks.

"I'm going to talk to Wally, he needs to know about this," Barry then speeds out of the cortex before any of the others can stop him.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't know where in the world he was going, he just ran. Barry, his Barry, had always said that running helped him think. Running for Wally helped him relieve stress, or in this case, anger. After a short while, he finally slowed down. He was standing in a neighborhood he hadn't seen in a long time: his Uncle Barry's old house. He use to come here all the time. Ever since he disappeared, Iris had since moved. Neither of them had come back. The house had never actually been sold either. It was on the market for ages, but no one wanted it. Now it stood there, seemingly frozen in time.

Wally phased through the doorway. Everything was the same as it was the day he left. Wally looked at the portraits on the wall, the coffee cups lying on the side table, the papers of old cases strewn about, as if pushed by a gust of wind. Everything was covered in a layer of dust. Wally plopped down on the couch. Barry had always said that if he kept sitting on the couch like that, it would break one of these days, The joke's on you Uncle Barry, even now, it's still standing.

Wally heard a swoosh and saw some of the dust fly from its resting place. He knew he was here. Without turning around he addressed the visitor, "You know, I used to come over here every day after school. I would grab my costume from the closet underneath the stairs and run to wherever he was," Wally heard footsteps approaching the couch. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other Barry ease himself into the couch. He didn't say anything, but let Wally continue.

"After every patrol, we'd come back here, Iris always had supper ready, the food she made filled nearly the whole table, and we ate it in less than a minute," Both Wally and Barry chuckled at that. Wally's face fell again, he twiddled his thumbs, trying to find the words to say.

At this moment Barry realized how young Wally was. The Barry Allen of this Earth became the Flash when he was older, more than a decade older than Barry was now. Looking at Wally, he saw a lot of himself, they were the same age, and even though Wally had been fighting crime as a speedster for longer than Barry had, he had never had to do it as the Flash until this world's Barry disappeared. It is a lot of responsibility for someone to have thrust upon them so fast, even for a man that travels at super speed.

"When Uncle Barry ran into the Speed Force it left a minor tear in our timeline, only for a few seconds. I waited for him to run out of it, carrying a defeated Reverse Flash, one of his signature 'We did it' grins on his face. I waited for hours for him to reappear…"

"…I don't think he's coming back," Wally said quietly. Barry sat in silence with him. There was nothing he could say that would help any of this. He may look like their Barry, but they all new he wasn't the one they all missed. He couldn't fill that void, as much as he wanted to help, he needed to get back to his own Earth, his own time. He was about to say something when he noticed Wally looking at him.

"I need to show you something," He then sped off prompting Barry to quickly follow him. They blurred through Central City until they stopped inside a newer building. It took Barry a moment to adjust to his surroundings. He thought it looked like some kind of museum, but no painting were hung around the wide space, but different objects sat in glass cases. Costumes adjourned mannequins, some ranging from variations of his own costume, to costumes of other heroes and villains.

"It's all for you," Wally said, Barry looked around, there were screens playing newsreels of the Flash, Newspaper articles, many written by Iris, and many replicas of different weapons from the Rogue's arsenal, "Well, our you anyway." Barry turned back to Wally with a questioning face.

"Barry was loved by everyone in Central City," Wally began, "He was kind to everyone, he even checked in on people he had saved, he didn't just stop crimes, but he helped people. Once an apartment building burned down and he not only saved all the occupants, but learned construction and rebuilt the entire building in an afternoon. It was stuff like that that made me idolize the Flash. Yeah, he was a super hero and he fought criminals, but he also helped people.

"He was respected by everyone, even the Rogues. They may have been enemies, but they had mutual respect for one another. We had a funeral for the Flash and nearly the whole city showed up. The Rogues were even there, and they didn't do anything for nearly a month afterward. Kind of like their own version of having a moment of silence.

"I decided to take up the mantle of the Flash because, well, because it was the only way I knew to honor my Uncle's memory. Many people hated me for it at first, but I kept going, I knew what I was doing was right. I just can't help but feel like I'll never be as good as he was…"

"You're right," Barry put his hand on Wally's shoulder, "You can never be the Flash."

"Wow, thanks for the bode of confidence,"

"What I mean is, you will never be Barry Allen. Barry was the Flash, and he inspired so many in this city, including you. Now you're trying to be him and wondering why you are failing," Wally turns to face Barry, " You aren't Barry Allen, you're Wally West. I can be certain in saying that Barry wouldn't have wanted you to try and be a carbon copy of him, he would have wanted you to be the kind of person he would be proud of,"

Wally thought about this. Barry could see the intense concentration on his face. Suddenly, he turned and embraced Barry. Startled, Barry froze, but quickly returned the hug. Wally finally stepped back, allowing Barry to breath again. They both stood there for a moment, looking up at a statue of the Flash.

"We should probably get back to Star Labs," Barry broke the silence, "Cisco discovered that the robberies were a cover up for the Rogues. They were actually after some gems that they'll use to amp up the power on their weapons,"

"Yeah you're right, let's-" Wally replied then froze. Barry looked back at him, seeing an idea forming in his mind. A sly smile crossed his lips as he was about to run off.

"What's that look for?"

"I have an idea of how to get you home," Wally said, but turned around, an apologetic look on his face, "Although, I don't think you're going to like it."

"Why is that?"

"It's more of a Wally West Plan, than a Barry Allen Plan…"

A wide grin broke across Barry's face, "Then you have my full support, Flash."