So here is the final chapter, a massive thankyou to everyone who's kept with it. I hope this doesnt disappoint, but if it does, i'm sorry.

So enjoy...hopefully :)

He was alone. Everyone he loved was dead and everyone else on earth was dead. And the earth was dead, the animals, the plants. Everything. But he was alive. And he was alone. So he ran and he ran and he searched but there was nothing. The fires that devastated the cities and the forests had burned out. The seas had dried up. The skies were gray and dark; the sun had long since gone. And yet he was still there. Running and running and running. But time had gone too so he ran forever.

And then he heard something that was out of place.

Beep……beep…..beep….beep…beep..beep beepbeepbeep.

The sky erupted in a bright white light and the earth around him faded away and he was falling through nothingness. The beeping got louder and faster and he was screaming. He shut his eyes and waited for it to end. And then Bart Allen woke up.

When they'd arrived back in Star City, landing the LuthorCorp jet at Ollie's disguised aircraft hanger, they'd discreetly driven back to Queen Tower. Bart was placed in one of the guest rooms where a trusted doctor had examined him, salvaged the bloody, tangled pulp that was the inside of his upper arm and cleaned him up. She was paid too much to ask questions and just got on with it.

That had been nearly two days ago and now Bart was waking up confused and panicked, unaware of where he was. He reached up to his face with his good arm and pulled off an oxygen mask that was over his nose and mouth. He gasped in pain when he tried to pull himself up and looked down at the thick white bandage wrapped tightly round his left arm. He tried to remember what had happened but everything was blurry. He tried to think, but he couldn't hear his thoughts over the rapid bleeping of the heart monitor. He needed to make it stop, looking down he tore the electrodes off his bare chest. The monitor flat lined. Throwing off the sheets, he sat up fully, winching through the pain. Glancing down the kid saw that an I.V had been placed carefully in the crook of his good arm. He followed the tube to a drip bag half full of a clear liquid, Panicked thoughts ran through his head, they were drugging him; they wanted to keep him here, locked in his nightmares. He needed to get out of there. He reached over and ripped the needle out, tearing his skin.

"Bart? What're you doing?"

He looked up to see in Ollie standing in the doorway, a look of concern on his face.

"Stay away from me" he shouted, his voice still raw from his encounter with Lex.

"Bart, it's me, it's Ollie"

"I know exactly who you are" he spat "you're the one the one who locked me up in here and fuckin drugged me!"

"Bart, please, listen to me."

"No! I trusted you, but you're just like the rest of them!" he backed up as Ollie approached him slowly.

"Kid, I did what I had to do, if I hadn't you might be dead right now"

"You're lying, why did you do it? Why the fuck did you make me go back there?

"What are you talking about? Back where?" Ollie asked, confused and worried.

"The place where everyone and everything is dead and I'm the only one left and it goes on forever and ever. I thought it was over when you guys saved me, but then you made me go back. Why did you do that?" he had calmed down slightly, sitting at the other end of the bed, his knees brought up to his chest. Blood ran freely down the kid's arm, dripping on to his pyjama bottoms. He didn't care.

"Bart it was a dream, just a dream, it's not real."

"I know that alright, it just feels so fucking real and it doesn't stop."

"I get that kid, but it will get better, it's just a bad dream brought on by all the trauma and stress of the past few days."

"But what if it's not, what if he made it happen and what if, one day I don't wake up from it at all?" he looked up at Ollie, wanting desperately a reassuring answer.

He had not thought of that but what Bart was suggesting did seem viable "Trust me that's not gonna happen, you're going to be okay, I promise." He said with a confident smile that masked his own doubts. The kid didn't move when Ollie cautiously approached him or when he cleaned up his arm and bandaged it up. There was silence for a moment.

"Did you find him?" Bart asked, changing the subject unexpectedly.

Ollie was caught slightly off guard "Umm Thawne? No, Victor and AC went back down there. They're on their way back now, but they couldn't find any trace of him, it's like he just fell of the globe."

"Or he just fell into another century, I mean that's what the machine was for right? Time travel?"

"Yeah, I guess that's a possibility, but something tells me he haven't seen then end of him. But if he does come back, we'll be ready for him this time"

Meanwhile in the distant future Malcolm Thawne looked through the archives of the first edition of the Justice League, searching for a suitable place in history to return to the 21st century.

"We'll meet again Bart" he said with a smile to himself "sooner than expected…"

It's done. Finished. I know it ended a bit suddenly but it needed to end somewhere or i would have kept writing. Plus i want to leave some stuff for the sequal, but first i'm thinking prequal.

We shall see, let me know what you think, thanks dudes :D It's been fun :)