A/N: This one is KFxRA, as promised. Background: the pairing is already established in this, and it's set a few years in the future. Say… two years?

Roy's POV
Song: "Two Rebels" by Honor Society

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Two Rebels

The last straw. They'd snapped it, shredded it, pulverized it. And like Hell am I going to take any more of their shit.

A sidekick. A partner. No, I'd joined the team to help and because I knew Rob needed some more troops to take out The Light back when they were still a threat. But I was still Red Arrow, still my own entity within the team. I volunteered to help because I could while still fighting my own wars outside of working on covert ops.

And Oliver fucking Queen goes and tries to screw up my peace again, trying to ruin my life.

He wants to take me in again.

And I'm not going back.

I won't be a sidekick, I won't be a partner, I will only be myself. I'm flying solo now. I will not go back to that. Not again. Never again. I don't need his pity. I don't need his help. I can do things on my own.

My little car sits behind the bushes that functions as our garage at Mount Justice. There's all these shrubs where we just park and lay a green tarp over the cars and go in, trying not to look so conspicuous.

My car is a beat-up little thing from about twenty-some years ago. It's reddish and rusted over with orange and Wally sometimes says it looks like me in my Red Arrow costume. Then remarks at how hot it is in an attempt to cheer me up about my shitty car. He's great and all, but he's not too bright.

I haul the green tarp off my car to reveal the red and orange piece of ugly with the top pulled down (the only benefit of the damn thing) and the mangled seats. I don't even bother with the door. I just climb in over side and land in the seat, one hand on the wheel, the other fishing for the key in my pocket. I find the metal piece just as another body lands in the passenger seat. I'm shoving the key in the ignition before I say anything.

He's quiet, but he says, "I'm coming with you."

The engine finally revs up and roars to life beneath us. The thrum of it buzzes through the seats and into our bodies. "You can't come with, Wally." I put my hand on the gearshift, but I don't put it into drive. I have to get him out of the car first.

"Yeah I can." He sits there and I figure that if I looked over, I'd see him pouting. And he's so cute when he's pouting. It's completely pitiful. That's why I can't look over at him. Because then I'd give in and let him come with. So I focus on the road ahead and wait for him to get out of my damn car.

"No, you can't." I don't want to shove him out of the car. I know I'm leaving for good and if I leave him here, it'd be the same as breaking up with him. I can't do that. I love him too much. He's the only thing I can rely on nowadays. He's always there when I need someone to hold me, he's always there when I need someone to talk with, he's always there when Artemis is bitching, he's always there when someone's yelling at me. That's the thing about Wally. He's like a puppy, loyal and loving forever. Even if you kick him, he'll still come crawling back because he loves you too much to let go. Even if I shoved him out of the car now, I bet he'd follow me. Superspeed can be annoying when you're trying to ditch someone.

His voice gets lower and he sounds hurt almost. "Why not?" I hear the seat squeak a bit underneath him as he slides down in it, trying to hide from something, maybe from my yelling. He knows I have a habit of yelling when I'm frustrated or annoyed or just feeling low about myself.

Why can't he come with? Because he has to go home. Because he can't come with me. Because I want him to be safe. Because I want him to stay with the team. Because he needs more than what I can give him. He needs a home, friends, family, love, happiness. I can only offer him two of five. That's not even fifty percent. that's like forty. Which is not good.

"Because you need to stay here." I hate making him leave. It hurts. So badly. I don't want to leave him. I want to take him with so badly, a road trip for just the two of us, no place to go, just the open road and a few handfuls of cash. "The team needs you, and-"

"But they can lose you?" he asks. And I hate to say it, but he sounds so pitiful that I really do want to give in right now. I want to stay so I can take care of him. But I also want to take him with so we can do that cliché "ride off into the sunset" thing. And so I can just take him with me on my next adventure, one that can feature the two of us. I don't want to have to feel alone. "I don't see how that's fair." If I looked over, I could imagine his sad green eyes and a pout perched on his soft lips…

I revved the engine a little, my foot touching the gas pedal. "It's not." I try not to sneer at him. I don't want this to end badly. I want to be able to come back to him one day and pick up where we left off. "That's life."

Wally, for one in his life, is quiet. But he still isn't getting out of my car. It really, really bothers me. I only want him to listen so he could head out and get back on Batman's good side before he's a permanent reject of the Justice League like I will be. So I give one last try before I figure I'll just have to shove him out and drive off and hope he won't slip into the trunk or something stupid. "Wally, please, just get out of the car." I don't want this to be any harder than it needs to be. I'm already dying inside because I have to leave him. I'm already breaking down emotionally because I'm going to hate existing without him at my side every waking moment. "Go."

He doesn't budge. He sits there passively, arms folded across his chest. He's quiet. He won't back down. He's Wally. He's too damn stubborn.

"I'm kicking you out if you don't leave ri-"

I feel his hand clasp over mine on the steering wheel. "We're in this together." I actually do look over now and I find his green eyes staring right at me, a bit angry, a bit sad. "Can't you see that?" I almost think I see his lower lip quiver. "I don't care what happens, I don't care what you want, I just want to be wherever you are."

Of course, now I really don't want to leave him behind. It'd hurt too much to leave him behind. He's too good for me. I've known this for a long time now. He's too innocent, too smiley, too good… "Wally…"

"I'm in this whether you like it or not, Roy." He squeezes my hand gently. "So just drive."

So… in the end of the day… that cliché sunset garbage?

Yeah…

I had Wally leaning on me, drool running from the corner of his mouth and onto my uniform, his hand still on mine as the sun began to die slowly, dipping below the horizon. Cliché, yes, definitely. But it felt good.

A/N: My first slash attempt. I couldn't go overly fluffy but… I tried to do the best I could. Review?

~Sky