I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.

– Bruises, Chairlift

Wally was by Linda's side in an instant; her warm, supple body falling across his arms as she lost her fight for consciousness. It was then that the welcome sound of police sirens filled the air; the boys in blue had arrived and were just in time for clean up. The Scarlet Speedster placed the TV reporter in a firmer grip, picking her clean up he was once more on the run and depositing her in the care of several startled paramedics. With a twinkle of pearly whites he was off again, speeding back for the injured musician Wally scooped him up and without any hesitation carried him to the nearest hospital. Ordinarily he would have left the injured with the EMTs but there had been too much blood loss, the saxophonist couldn't wait for traffic to pull over and the ambulance to negotiate the roads, he needed surgery. Having left the bleeding man with a trauma surgeon in ER Wally was soon back by the paramedics convened outside the hotel. He observed their actions as his foot tapped nervously on the now rapidly warming tarmac, they were just taking so long. Promising himself that Linda would not wake up in the time it would take him to coordinate with the police the speedster went to work, checking back with Linda intermittently, too fast for anyone to possibly see.

Linda groaned, shifting where she lay her mind began to tick over; within seconds she was fully conscious and her eyes snapped open. The reporter lurched upright, several hands doing their best to push her back down on to the gurney in an effort to stop her from overexerting herself.

"I'm fine." She insisted as a torch was shone in her face, the EMT wielding the impossibly bright beam of light checking for various responses was uncompromising. "Honestly, I just fainted, I'm sure I didn't even hit my head..." Linda petered off as a large lightning bolt splashed across a broad red spandex clad chest came into her field of vision. "Thanks to the Flash."

The EMTs chose to ignore the complaining woman and the Flash returned. In fact, one of them had secured a dark blue blanket, jostling right past the costumed hero without so much as a backwards glance he was in the process of wrapping it round Linda's shoulders. Growling to herself Linda once more tried to make a bid for her freedom, however the few seconds she had of standing on her own two feet were quickly lost. One of the struggling paramedics interposed as Linda looked dangerously close to making her escape.

"Ma'am, you may be suffering from shock we need to make sure you're ok."

The EMT looked pointedly at Linda then back to the gurney, still wielding his torch. Linda was not to be cowed, shrugging off the blanket she steadied her footing.

"Listen Buster, I know my rights. You can't keep me here, you're not a doctor." Each of Linda's points was driven home by a poke to the chest, the paramedic was pushed backwards despite the lack of actual force behind each prod.

"Ms Park..." a new voice spoke up causing the reporter's eyes to widen and a hand to fly to her hair. "Maybe you should listen to these guys, they're the professionals right?" a reassuring smile accompanied the words and the reporter found herself complying.

Linda nodded, "Anything for you Flash."

A flustered giggle rushed out unchecked before she sighed dreamily, wobbling on her feet Linda sat back down. The EMTs exchanged knowing looks, in response the woman's cheeks coloured a red so bright it would be the envy of Flash's own spandex.

Linda coughed, "Don't listen to me now! I'm in shock." Lifting up the hem of the blue fabric that enveloped her she added helpfully, "Look - I've got a blanket."

Wally smothered a smile, Linda on her part was avoiding eye contact with the Scarlet Speedster, it seemed her lot in life to forever be embarrassing herself in front of the city's most illustrious crime fighter. Breathing heavily through her nose Linda tried her best to meet the superhero's eyes, well the white lenses of the speedster's cowl that hid stormy grey pools. Linda of course was guessing here but grey seemed to fit, tall dark and handsome with eyes the colour of granite. Well, that was her preference but quite unexpectedly the image was ruined by a shock of red hair; Linda shook herself.

"Really, I'm fine..." she finally spoke up, her voice reduced to a strained whisper, her tone almost pleading. "I just want to go home."

Flash looked to the one paramedic still standing over her, "she's fine from what I can tell, no concussion or anything. You should be able to go home ma'am." Glancing over his shoulder the EMT noticed a man in a creased brown suit heading towards the ambulance, "Cops might want a statement though."

Linda sighed, resigned to the fate that she would be waiting just a little more longer before she could reach the comfort of her apartment.

"I'm just going to see if there's anything I else I can to do help." Flash grinned, a hand gesturing over his shoulder as he did so.

Linda just about managed to smile back, before speaking up. "Um Flash, could you please find my friend Marla, she should be here somewhere, tell her that I'm alright?"

"Sure thing Ms Park." Wally's grin, if possible, widened further and he was gone. No sooner had Linda blinked and the Flash had returned with an afterthought. "You guys are doing a great job, couldn't do it with without you." He motioned to the several members of the emergency services dotted around, "Keep up the good work!"

Not fifteen minutes later and Linda was standing on the pavement, a street across from the hotel, the straps of her slinky shoes clutched in her hand and the blanket that had been thrust on her in the ambulance slung casually over one shoulder. Fighting back thoughts that she looked very much like the old bag lady who took to wandering the back alleys near Channel 4's parking lot Linda waited patiently on the sidewalk for a taxi. Blowing stray hair from out of her face Linda checked her watch impatiently, her bed's siren call had made it all the way downtown and was pulling her irresistibly towards the arms of Morpheus. Just as Linda's arm dropped down to her side a gust of wind kicked up beside her, glancing out to the empty street she blinked several times. Red and gold clouded her vision for what seemed like a full minute before she realised she was not in fact hallucinating but the sudden burst of colour on the dark, dimly lit street was in fact the Flash.

"Hi," she said somewhat meekly, her free hand raising in a half-hearted wave.

"Ms Park," the costumed hero smiled.

"Flash?" Linda replied, her own smile meeting his.

Wally observed the stranded woman; her hair was a mess, her dress stained and her shoes discarded but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright. She was still very cute.

"I was just doing a couple of loops round the city, you need a lift home?"

"Lift?" Linda repeated, inwardly groaning at her marked inability to articulate in front of the spandex clad man.

"I could take you back home, there don't seem to be many cabs around." The Flash looked down bashfully at his feet, suddenly unsure of himself.

"I don't want to be an imposition," Linda finally piped up. "Besides, you might just take me home and have your way with me." The Asian woman sighed almost wistfully. Coming to she sharply sucked in her breath, a look of sheer mortification stamped across her features.

"Well, you know I'm sort of a superhero, so I don't really do that." Flash coughed nervously, scuffing his boot against the hardened road surface as his cheeks coloured.

"Yeah," Linda squeaked. "I knew that, I was just making a joke." Her voice petered out as her gaze dropped down to the floor.

Warm breath hit her neck as two firm arms snaked around her, checking herself Linda did her best to stop the gasp threatening to escape from her throat.

"I'd close your eyes," the Flash offered advice as he manoeuvred the reporter into a more comfortable position.

Linda nodded mutely as she placed her arms around his neck and squeezed her eyes tightly, she was going to do her best to savour this moment. Linda quickly muttered her address and in what really was a disappointingly short amount of time she found herself in front of her apartment block. Within moments Wally's hands were placing Linda delicately back onto the pavement before being snatched back to his sides.

"Are we..." Linda muttered, her eyes still shut.

"Yeah, do you want me to get the door for you?"

"Right," Linda nodded, more to herself than the man next to her. Reaching into her clutch bag Linda rummaged around for her keys, finally with the faint sound of clinking she retrieved her silver keychain. Without further warning the Flash had picked Linda up again, zooming up several flights of stairs; he always found elevators excruciatingly slow.

"Its number 902," Linda quickly called out.

No sooner had she spoken the words the pair ground to a halt, Linda was back on solid ground and looking up at her dark brown front door. Slumping against the cool wood she turned towards the Scarlet Speedster.

"So I'm going to get going, have a nice night Ms Park."

"Linda," the reporter corrected.

"Linda," the Flash smiled, the Asian woman sank further against the door. Noticing her reaction Wally started forward, thinking that she had come over faint once more.

Linda raised her hand, "I've got it." Straightening up she gently removed her set of keys from the gloved fist and began fiddling with the lock. In what seemed like hours for Wally she finally was opening the door and walking across the threshold.

"You'll be alright?" he called out before she shut the door on him.

"Yes," Linda breathed slowly. "Thanks for tonight Flash, really, thanks a lot."

"Just doing my job!" the Scarlett Speeder afforded her a glimpse of his white teeth.

"Um... Would you like a coffee or something?" the inflection in Linda's voice betraying her nerves.

Wally started, spending too much time with any one civilian when in uniform would undoubtedly put them at risk. Linda's invitation whilst tempting wasn't enough to stop a low, stern voice growling in his ear, Wally twitched. Batman was sitting on his shoulder; pointy ears for a halo and an impossibly long cape for wings.

Laughing nervously he began to make his excuses, "I'd love to but I need to..."

Linda nodded quickly, saving him any further effort. "Right, I understand. Good luck saving the world!"

Flash was buoyed once more; Batman having swooped off his shoulder, his work done, was no longer causing the development of a highly unattractive tic.

"Thanks Linda, take care." And with the appropriate air related sound effect he was gone.

A/N: Sorry its been so long since my last update! I've also thrown in a reference to the BBC's Sherlock if anyone can spot it. Anyway, a bit shorter than the last update but I hope you guys enjoyed it and let me know what you think. Cheers.