Heyo guys. Happy Belated Turkey Day! Anyway, here's next chappie. ENJOY!

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Wally's POV

Ugh, where am I?

I look around, but I can't see a thing.

Okay, so I guess I'm still in the basement.

I move to sit up, and that's when I realize something isn't right here. Then comes the pressure that I just noticed on my arms and legs. From the feel of it, it's rock. But Dad wouldn't go to these extremes, right? Yeah, Dad isn't even strong enough to lift these.

Think, what happened to me? Think, think, think, thi- AHA!

Memories come back to me in waves.

Dad beating me with a bat, a week late, the rumbling earth, debris falling on- oh! Gosh, I might have a concussion.

"Hello?" I call out weakly, I know it's pointless, but it's worth a shot. I get no reply, as expected.

I can't feel my limbs anymore, and I know it's gonna be a while. So a little nap shouldn't hurt...

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Artemis's POV

There was an earthquake. It went on for two hours. When it finally stopped, we all went to help people who were caught under the debris or trapped in their homes. We expected Kid Flash to be there to help, but he never showed. So, of course, afterwards Barry led us straight to Wally's house. And everyone decided that I should knock.

So here I am, standing on the doorsteps to Kid Klutz's house, not really wanting to knock. So what if Kid Idiot decided not to show up and help us, that doesn't necessarily mean that he's in trouble. I knock. We wait. And wait. And wait and wait and wait and suddenly it's been too long so we kick open the door.

"Hey! Wally? We brought cookies!" M'gann shouts. Nothing. Wally loves M'gann's cookies. He wouldn't miss them for the world. That's when I know that something is wrong.

I dash inside and search the house, starting with the living room. I find a man there, sleeping on the couch while the tv plays in front of him. It smells putrid and the inside of my nostrils burn. I notice that the team and the Flash are now behind me. I waltz over to the couch and in 2.6 seconds, I have the man pinned against the wall. His eyes flutter open. He sees me and snarls.

"What're you doing here? This is my house! Get out or I-"

"Where. Is. Wally?" I demand, and immediately his eyes go from anger to fear then back to anger with a hint of disgust.

"I put that boy in his place three weeks ago, and he'll stay there until he learns," he says, with a sense of pride. I throw him across the room and I am on top of him in a split second.

"Wrong answer. Where. Is. He," I say once more.

"He's in the basement, if you want the good-for-nothing little brat," and those words must've pushed Flash over the edge, too. Because I am pushed out of the way and now Barry is interrogating him. I let him go. I turn to the team.

"Let's go."

Kaldur looks worried. "I shall stay here just in case," he says and nods to Flash and Rudolph.

"Good idea," Robin says. And with that, Robin, M'gann, Conner, and I race to the basement.

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Wally's POV

"Wally!"

"Wally!"

"WALLY!"

"Kid Klutz!"

That last one gets my attention. Who's calling anyway? I pry my crusty eyes open, and I'm greeted with darkness. And voices.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?" I call desperately. It comes out barely more than a whisper.

"Wally! Is that you?"

"The one and only, Babe." Ugh, I sound awful.

Why would you even say that? That's weird.

"Ok, Wally. You're under a lot of debris. Can you move?" that's a boys voice... Robin?

"Well, that's a dumb question," I mutter.

"You don't have to be rude, Wally. He's just trying to help," another boy's voice. Supey and Robin are here? With a girl... Which one?

"Ok. Sorry," I mutter.

Don't want to chase away your only rescue party...

"...e rubble?" someone says.

"What?"

"What is stuck under the rubble?" a voice, clearly Megan's now, asks.

"I don't know exactly. It's really dark under here. But I'll tell you what I-" I am cut off by

"Hey, Kiddo. Are you okay?" Barry? What is everyone doing here? Am I really worth all of these people fretting over me?

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say.

"No, you're not. You're stuck under who knows how much debris! How long have you been down here?"

"I don't know, two, three weeks?"

Please don't ask why. Please don't ask why.

"TWO TO THREE WEEKS? WALLY DO YOU EVEN-"

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM! I SWEAR TO-"

"Artemis you must stay-"

"Have you eaten recently-"

"He's dead-"

Crying.

Oh my god. What did I do? They all are going to know now! They hate me! Uncle Barry hates me. Artemis wants to kill me. Kaldur, who knows what he thinks of me. Robin hates me. I'm dead to Superboy. And I made Megan cry because I'm such a fucking disappointment. They all hate me. Oh no.

There are tears streaming down my face, and I can't even wipe them because I'm so useless.

I can't do this anymore. It's too much. They start as small whimpers, but soon enough choked sobs are tearing their way through my throat. Piercing through everyone's words until it's the only sound that is heard. For a whole minute. And then it sounds as if everyone is in a frenzy.

"Wally, what's wrong?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Are you hurt?"

The questions continue, and I can't answer them. I finally manage to calm myself down and try to work my voice.

"Guys." They become silent. "I'm so sorry."

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Okay, that's all for this week. Sorry for taking so long. Loads of homework. Ugh. I'll see you next time.

Byeee!