Title – Disturbed

Disclaimer – I do not own the Justice League… DC Comics do.

Summary – Wally West, current Flash wakes up in a Mental Hospital and can't figure out how he got there until the flash backs start.

Rating – T

Author's Note – so after spending a few days in that wonderful community known as The Flash Community, I am ready to write. Man that was awesome, so many amazing stories. I really enjoyed reading Super Chocolate Bear's stories I think is the name of the author. Anyways you guys should check em' out!

The food was delicious, it was unique and out of this world literally, but Wally couldn't complain, except for the moving entre in the middle of the table but hey as long as the white mush tasted sinfully delicious who was he to say he was starving? In fact there was plenty of a bread type food that kept his belly content.

Now if he could just find his fork… were there any forks? The red head looked up from his meal and frowned, there were no utensils. He shrugged and took a large gulp from his goblet. The substance was thick and creamy, very sweet and yet not at all like anything he has ever eaten. In fact almost everything on the table was sweet, like a giant desert table. Wally's smile grew with hideous pleasure as thoughts of desserts flooded his mind. His teeth even began to throb just thinking of the dentist visits.

But one thought still boggled him as he looked down the table, wasn't J'ohn the only Martian left of his kind? He smiled as he came to the conclusion that this is indeed another one of those peculiar flash backs as he surveyed J'ohn in his Martian form sitting next to a female looking Martian and two younger ones that must be his family. He had to admit, sitting here at the table eating dinner with them was a comforting feeling especially after those horrifying visions he has been experiencing.

"Father, J'ack wouldn't play with me at lecturer's house!!" A young Martian girl spoke while poking at her …. Moving entrée.

My'ria'h only smiled disapprovingly at the slightly taller Martian child. J'ohn only looked at the child.

"You know how important it is to stay kind to your sister, especially during these times."

The boy hung his head, "I'm sorry Father."

Wally smirked, man he could remember always getting ridiculed by his Uncle Barry for misbehaving. Sometimes he wondered just how anyone put up with him as a child, if Bats thought he was bad as an adult; he should have seen him as a child. When he joined the Teen Titans there were other mischief teens on the team and man did Wally have a blast stirring up trouble. Nothing bad, just playful pranks.

Everyone sat on edge and eyes opened in shock when shrieks of terrified screams shot through the air, coming from outside. J'ohn ripped from his spot at the table and straight to the window overlooking a series of incredible buildings with bulbs of colorful windows and spheres.

"My'ria'h, take the children and hide down in the under ground barriers!" J'ohn shouted urgently.

A dark pit of sinister feelings settled in Wally's stomach at those words. No… please… no more destruction, he couldn't handle anymore.

My'ria'h did as she was told and rounded the children. J'ohn watched them leave and as soon as they were out the door J'ohn jumped out of the window to join the battle, Wally joined him also even knowing he was just a gazer and couldn't actually do anything. The sight that unfolded before his very eyes was almost just like all those years ago when The Justice League was first born when the White Alien's attacked Earth.

Bodies were strewn across the grounds, buildings were smashed and giant crawling Alien creatures were ripping apart their home as if this grand world was a bug that needed to be demolished. The Martians screamed and ran for their lives, nobody really knew how to fight back, but with each dead Martian that fell to the ground, the living ones quickly picked up that fighting was their only survival.

J'ohn quickly joined the others who began fighting back and as weapons fell to the floor they hastily set them and threw them up to the giant crawling creatures, causing mass explosions.

Wally gasped and shield himself as a building collapsed on him but when no pain came his green eyes opened to see that, he had phased right through the rubble. Wally quickly stood up and ran as fast as he could without his Speed Force and found in this area most of the invaders have ceased for the moment. Their priority was attacking other parts of their home planet. J'ohn rushed off seemingly to find his family Wally guessed. He too followed, feeling the anxiety build up in his veins.

Where J'ohn had instructed them to go he was running off to, but in his midst was a few strangling White Aliens, they were attacking some children and female Martians. J'ohn cried a roar of battling cry and rushed off defending the Martians, he fought them off valiantly. Since there were only three he was able to take them on. He quickly ushered the surviving Martians into the underground pits where they would be kept safe for the time being. Inside, using his telepathic powers he could not detect his wife and children. Desperately he slammed the solid doors shut and rushed off in search of his wife.

Wally quickly followed knowing exactly where he was going, his Wife and children weren't there. Wally heard distressed voices and knew J'ohn recognized the voices from his body language. They changed paths and headed to the right corridor which led them straight to seven of the White Aliens holding several of the Martians hostage.

"My'ria'h!" J'ohn shouted, his children and his wife were huddled in the corner trying to stay away from the evil Aliens.

J'ohn rushed forward and collided into one of the Aliens knocking the weapons from their hands. Quickly the White Aliens began to assail their attacker, J'ohn.

"Leave him alone!" My'ria'h screamed, fear gripping her vocal chords.

All Wally could do was watch in despair, he wanted so badly to look away and not watch but the more he tried the more drawn he was, like he was forced and when he tried to not follow, his legs would carry him to the destination point anyways. He clenched his teeth as J'ohn's wife left her children's sides and shoved an Alien away from her husband. One of the White Alien's took the butt of his weapon and smacked the side of her face rendering her unconscious.

"NO!" J'ohn shouted in fury and shoved the Alien's off of him. He rushed to her side and cupped her head. The Alien's grabbed J'ohn by the arms despite his yelling and struggling and pointed their weapons at all of the Martians covering in fear in the corner. J'ohn's yells were becoming more violent and desperate as the weapons began to power up. Wally Couldn't stand it and rushed over trying to grab onto their weapons but of course could not touch them, instead he rushed over and tried to cover J'ohn's wife from the blow but as the shots were fired her blood and everyone else's blood, including J'ohn's children's blood were completely scattered across the floor. Horror stricken Wally lifted his head at the massacre that has befallen them. Every single Martian was dead, some so horribly disfigured from the blasts he couldn't even tell female from child.

He shakily stepped away from My'ria'h whose face was growing pale green. The blast was in her chest killing her instantly. Time seemed to be frozen to him as he surveyed the bloody mess but finally he got his senses back and turned to look at J'ohn. Instantly he wished he hadn't, blood, My'ria'h's blood splattered onto the Marian's chest. His face was unreadable but his eyes said it all; horror and disbelief. One Alien took its weapon and knocked J'ohn over the head making everything fade to black.

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"ARGH! NO!! STOP!!" Wally was shouting tossing and turning.

"Wake up Wally, wake up." It was that same voice that woke him up during meetings at the Watchtower, that same voice that put the discipline in his life style.

Wally West slowly opened his eyes and sat up confused. Bruce Wayne was kneeled on the floor looking at him with worried yet questioning eyes and behind him stood a nurse with stricken eyes. Her eyebrows were so furrowed Wally was sure she had a uni-brow.

"If you are sure you can handle it I will be on my way, but please Mr. Wayne do not hesitate to call."

"I will, thank you." Short and to the point, not Bruce Wayne style but definitely Bats style, he must be agitated. The nurse nodded and shut the door.

Wally shook his head and sat up on his bed suddenly feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable.

"What happened?" He asked slowly, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. After all he could imagine just what happened, especially after that horrible episode with J'ohn and his horrifying story of his families' deaths.

"Tossing and turning, mumbling out incoherent words, scared me for a moment. I thought it was back to your darker days." Bruce stood up and sat in a nearby chair and situated himself level with Wally's bedside. The redhead positioned himself so he was also facing Bruce, "What is going on Wally? Since you are coherent now, I think it is time we begin getting some answers and getting you the hell out of here."

"I… I have been seeing things…" He began slowly and winced when he heard Bruce huff.

"We've established that, elaborate."

"It began when I came here, I woke up and I was in an ambulance… from before then I can not remember anything, last thing I remember I was on a mission with Diana in Cambodia putting out some fires."

Bruce nodded to show his attention in his story.

"The doctors said I was crazy and pumped me up on meds," The younger man continued, "I was so scared and confused because I was just thrown in here, like falling in a cold pool when supposed to be flying. Anyways, I refused to believe I was crazy and kept denying it, but then 'they' started."

"They?" Bruce's eyes showed a glint, weather it meant he was interested or perhaps he moved and the sun hit his pupils, Wally didn't know.

Wally nodded, "The flash backs, or… visions, I am not sure. They are something from our friends. I've had one about Clark, Shayera, and now J'ohn. And they aren't just memories of us together they are … memories of destruction or horror only they know but never talk about."

Bruce frowned deep in thought and looked up, "So you have no recollection of how you arrived here?"

Wally shook his head, "No, I woke up in an ambulance before that, there is nothing."

"The last thing you remember is your trip to Cambodia?"

This time the speedster nodded, "Yes,"

"Did anything out of the ordinary happen?"

"Well… I saw a man, but other then that no."

"A man?"

"Just standing there out in the fields, I thought he looked out of place but I haven't heard anything up on it, perhaps just a bystander?"

"It is possible, but do not let go of that idea just yet. We seem to be making progress from since the last time we spoke."

Wally was silent for a moment until he nervously began tugging on his bangs, "What happened?"

"You want to know during those four months you have blank?"

Slowly the red head nodded. Have a rather minuscule, yet large part of his life missing was an intense feeling of confusion, it was almost as if he was in a dream and barely now waking up.

Bruce shifted in his chair and thought for a moment before coming to a decision, "I, it is not appropriate right now, let's wait until you recover just a tad more. What I will tell you is why we sent you here."

Wally did not answer, for once he wasn't hyperactive and cutting in, instead he was calm, steady, concentrating, and so unlike the Wally he knew, so …. Lifeless.

"You became worse; it got so bad keeping you up in the watchtower was driving you haywire so your cousin, Bart Allen offered to help take care of you. We sent you along in hopes that seeing a familiar face would bring you back to us. For the first few days we thought you were beginning to calm down, you weren't acting out rashly and yelling, instead you were quiet and calm just laying lifelessly in your bed. Of course we didn't want you to be like that but it was a hell of a lot better then before so we let Bart take care of you. Everyday your cousin would report how you were doing, twice a day. In the morning and then in the evening. Finally, the breaking point happened. One day when Bart left to work he reported that you were fine and sleeping peacefully, he had a mishap after work and had to tend to Keystone's city's safety. When he got home the whole apartment was in shambles, things ripped apart or strewn across the floor, blood was smeared in random places, but the worst thing was when Bart came to your room, you had picked at yourself with your nails, causing cuts everywhere. It was obvious you were the one who destroyed the place with the glass cuts you have sustained. You were passed out on the floor so Bart immediately summoned for us. Unfortunately only John and I could make it. We found that you had O.D'd. how we weren't entirely sure where you got the stuff but it was definitely alcohol and crystal methane. You were almost dead so we sent you straight to the best of hospitals, near by so we could definitely keep an eye on you."

Surprisingly Wally sat still and paid attention through the entire story, not once trying to interrupt.

"Does Bart do drugs?" Wally asked almost hesitantly.

Bruce shook his head, "No, we tested him and searched his apartment, nothing. Not even he can explain how you were able to obtain the stuff. Bart did claim that was his alcohol, he and the other Titans crash his place every once in awhile and raid the alcohol. I am still looking into it but so far I have come up dry at every turn corner."

All Wally did was nod. Bruce took this as a cue to leave; the speedster had a lot to think about in this instance. He stood up and began brushing off his sleek business attire. Wally looked up, his eyes wide and Bruce couldn't have felt worse even if he was hit in the face by Joker's laughing gas. The guilt at leaving the youngest member of the founding League tore at him.

"I'm sorry Wally but I have to leave…" He strayed off afraid of the confrontation with the speedster.

Wally just nodded.

Bruce was about to open the door but he paused and turned around. Wally and Bruce stared at each other for a moment before the older man came to a conclusion. He strode back over to Wally and reached in his pocket. When his hand reappeared it had a small electronically device.

"Here." He said simply holding out his hand.

Wally took it and smiled, it was an Ipod, "Thanks Bruce…"

The Dark Knight simply shrugged, "I was looking for clues as to what had happened to you and hacked into your laptop. Nothing was out of the ordinary but I did find out you sure love music. So I had Tim pick out the best I pod for you and put all of your music onto it. Hopefully it will give you some peace at night, be sure to hide it well." Bruce smirked and turned to leave.

"Bruce…"

The dark haired man paused and turned once again towards the pale red head.

"Thank you, for… everything. I mean I don't want to be here but I know you guys are doing your best… and I also know that I don't get treated like the others… and it is because of you. Thank you."

Bruce only nodded and with that he was gone leaving the fastest man alive to dwell on his thoughts.

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You are sickened by the weakness

Of a heart that's filled with fear

And if the world won't understand you

You can make it disappear…

Cause there's a dark secret

You carry with you…

Wally sighed as he looked out the window from his comfortable sitting spot on a beanie bag chair. It has been raining for the past couple of days and in the hospital it was unusually quiet. Rain made the patients mellow and serene. After breakfast he made his way over to the sunroom, nobody ever steps foot in here, one it was too calm and beautiful for them, two he heard a few people have committed suicide in here. Wally didn't mind… a lot. He just wanted to be alone and between his music from Bruce and the loud pitter patter from the rain he couldn't be more content. He had time to think about what Bruce had said as well as loose himself in his music.

He was still as confused and lost as ever but at least now he knew this wasn't some weird alternate reality where he got rammed into and mistaken as somebody. No he truly believed what Bruce was saying, after all it was kind of hard to make up a story like that when the date he could last remember, a newspaper clipping was brought to him of Wonder woman and he on the front page and then a current newspaper which is exactly like they claim, four months ago.

A rather loud clap of thunder drew his mind back onto the scenery but when his eyes were centered a patch of red caught his eyes. He tilted his head and slowly pulled his headphones out, turning off the ipod.

"Hey there." Wally smiled and patted the other beanie chair next to him.

Bart Allen stood in the doorway, behind him was that pretty nurse with the black hair. she smiled at Wally and walked away, shutting the sun room door as she left.

Bart slowly walked over to Wally and sat down, "Hey… um, how are you feeling? Bruce called me… he said that you were coherent again and I … how are you?" Wally smiled, Bart may not be his brother but he sure was the closet thing he had to one, and during the years that Wally grew to know Bart, one thing was that he talked fast, and he let his emotions through his voice. Right now he was nervous yet, relieved.

"I … I am doing pretty good. I feel like I just woke up from a dream but other then that I am doing awesome. I should be getting out of here soon." Wally was only half lying. Sure he felt good, but he was still suffering from the visions, he just didn't want to put his cousin through more worry.

"Hey um, thanks for taking care of me. Bruce told me all about it… must have been scary."

He chuckled lightly looking out at the bright flash of lighting, "Yeah, it was scary not knowing what was wrong with you but… now that you are talking again and not lashing out I have to say it feels… good again."

Wally nodded, "How are the Teen Titans?"

"Doing good, they all wanted me to tell you to get well soon. Oh! And," He pulled something from his pocket and handed it over to Wally.

"That pretty Korean girl, Lisa,"

"Linda." Wally cut in taking the piece of paper in his hand.

"Whatever, she came by after you were submitted to this place and asked me to give this to you." He motioned to the paper.

"Wow… really? I only went on a few dates with her and even then they ended up kind of bad mostly because the first date I had to run off and of course save the world, the second date we had I could barely pay attention." He seemed lost for a moment staring at his letter with his name scrawled on the envelope in her beautiful cursive hand writing.

"Huh, well she told me she tried contacting you for weeks and began to feel like you didn't like her so she stopped. A few months after that she had gone to the police station involving a case of a story she was working on. She asked a guy for you, seeing if you could help her, since you always give her extra information then all of the other guys. The guy in the forensic department told her that you have been on medical leave due to stress or something rather. She was concerned and asked if there was a way she could contact you, and of course the guy said no that you were completely gone and there was no way of contacting you. So another month of her just sitting around worriedly waiting for you to respond. And then it happened, it was all over the news, Bruce Wayne's son Dick Grayson's best friend Wally West needed help so he sent you to the best of hospitals and that was how Linda found me, again it was all over the news. I had actually been contacting the League everyday and the Titans also, Dick was really worried about you. But anyways, so she had come to me for information and I told her what was going on, only slightly but enough to know that you really had no control of not calling her. So she left me this note for you." Bart finished and took a breath.

Wally's eyebrow rose slightly, damn the kid could talk. But obviously so could Bruce, that man never talked.

"Wow… I … I didn't even think about Linda honestly, I thought we were through after that last date."

"Well, I will let you read the letter Wally, I have to get going. I have work in an hour." Bart smirked and stood up.

Wally stood up also and walked his cousin out to the front doors and outside on the main drive way. Wally grabbed his cousin and gave the brunette a deathly bear hug and released him.

"Get better jack ass!" Bart yelled running out to the cab. He would probably take a cab to some random place and get into his Kid Flash gear and rip off to work. Wally smirked and waved goodbye to the descending cab. He turned around to set off back inside when a blur of black caught his naked eye. Whirling on his toes he caught a glimpse of a black trench coat walking away from a nurse and to a brown 87' Chevy. Wally's eyes widened at the sight, it was the same man from Cambodia.

"Uh you there man! STOP!!" Wally shouted and ran with everything he had towards the mysteriously dressed man. He ran past the disheveled nurse and straight for the car, the man had looked at him but strangely enough he couldn't see his face, as if he needed glasses but Wally never needed glasses before and of course everything he looked at was fine. When he reached the car it was too late, the man was already driving off.

"WAIT!" Wally reeled on the plump nurse, "Who was he?! Where did he go?!"

"Mr. West you are going to have to calm down… or I will be forced to call the Dr." She stated calmly as if this were a routine thing.

Wally was about to scream at her forcing her to give up the details… but knowing that got him know where, especially in this fuck hole he had to turn to another option. Batman, the greatest detective.

Wally swung around and ran straight to the house ignoring his now soaking body and numb toes. His lungs hurt from his weakened state but he still ran straight into the hospital. He ignored the gasps and shouts from nurses walking by trying to scold him into drying up. He flew straight to the main nurse station and desperately chocked out against the strain in his throat from running so hard, "Please! I need to make a phone call to Bruce Wayne please!"

The startled red head slowly nodded with wide eyes and pointed to the phones booths signaling it was ready for use. Wally rushed over and sat down quickly picking up the phone. He waited a few seconds until Alfred Pennyworth picked up.

"Wayne residence." The same routine, Wally greeted and politely asked to speak to Bruce, Alfred admitted the 'master' not being home but he'd patch him through to his comlink.

"Yes?"

"Bruce it's Wally, listen today Bart came to visit but as he was leaving I saw that man in the black trench coat. But here is the weird part, when I caught a glimpse of his face it blurred out, almost as if he knew I could see him…"

Batman was silent for a moment, "I will let the League know of this. We will keep watch on the perimeters for you. I have to go, have a bit of my own to bite off. Goodbye."

After sitting in the phone booth for a moment, he sighed a breath of relief and finally headed off towards his room. When he made it he peeled off his outfit and pulled on some warm pajama pants and a Gotham Knights t shirt. He ruffled his hair and sat on his bed calmly placing his headphones back in his ears once again falling into a calm mood from his music. He was lucky the ipod wasn't ruined in the rain.

!!!

Wally rushed up and grabbed the letter that was in his back pocket. That too wasn't ruined. He smiled and sat back on his bed, ripping the neatly packaged letter open. It was her perfect scrawling alright.

Dear Wally,

It has been a long painful four months since we have last spoke! Especially after that rough date we last had. I know you are still young and you had a lot on your mind, especially with work pressing down on you but I was stressed out that evening also. So I hold no hard feelings. Trust me when I say this Wally, I really like you and I find you enjoyable to be around. Although I am four years older then you I still believe we have a chance.

I have left my address in the envelope in case you want to write to me while you are in recovery. I would love to come visit you if you are feeling up to a visit. Again Wally I really have taken a liking to your kind, sweet, innocent, and playful personality. Please get well soon.

Love,

Linda

Wally smiled, so Linda really does like him! That thought alone brought a bundle of joy to his trouble nerves.

After such a long day of relaxing and listening to music Wally slowly laid his head down and fell into a quick and for once dream filled sleep of Linda and him together. The pretty little reporter of Central city.

Well here we are digging into more depths of this story! The song Wally was listening too is called Dark Secret by Matthew Sweet, pretty good song. But anyways please review! Thank you so much for reading!