Wally frowned at John. He hated John's stupid ring. It was thanks to that ring that he was stuck in the house. Stupid glow in the dark green force field. It was times like this that Wally hated Oa for giving John the power of the ring.

"You really suck as a guardian. You know that John?" Wally asked sarcastically. John gave him a look. He thought Flash was snarky before. How could he have this much attitude.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe," said John. Wally rolled his eyes.

"A superhero? You're trying to keep a superhero safe? Dude, part of the job description that I'm gonna get hurt," said Wally chugging down a bottle of water.

"You're seventeen."

"Yes John. Very good. Someone has been working on his numbers like a good lantern now haven't you?" Wally mocked with a shit-eating grin. John hit him outside the head on instinct, "Ow John! Abusive much?"

John frowned watching Wally rub his head where he was hit.

"Sorry. Not used to having you here," he admitted. Wally's face lit up.

"I wouldn't expect you to John," he said standing up and putting an arm around John, "I'm a teammate. Not a brother or cousin or someone you deal with on a daily basis. No worries. No worries at all."

John raised a brow.

"Nice try Hot Shot. You're staying for dinner," John said with a smile. Wally sucked air through his teeth.

"Yeah about that… I kind of have plans. I had plans before you uh… took me in," he said wording things carefully, "And I'd rather not be sitting in the middle of yours and Shay's date thank you very much. So if you don't mind putting down the barrier so I could go and not be late…"

"Nice try. You don't plan ahead and are rarely on time," said John. Wally kept his facial expression the same. Well John was going to learn the hard way that civvie Wally was a lot different than hero Flash. He pressed send on his phone. He really was supposed to meet up with a group of guys in the area and some girls for karaoke. With that message he just sent an SOW, a Save Our Wally, with the address to save his behind. Now all he needed to do was wait.

"How well do you know me John?" Wally asked innocently.

"Well enough to know that you need someone to watch over you."

"Really? I was fine before…"

"We are not having this discussion Wally," he said firmly. Wally rolled his eyes. A marine could only take so much it seemed.

"Someone's cranky," he said walking back to the kitchen for more food.

"Haven't you eaten enough?" John asked, "You'll ruin your appetite."

Wally couldn't help but laugh at that comment.

"Metabolism John," he said still laughing, "I could eat enough to feed three marine battalions and still have room for dessert. And that is nothing compared to what Uncle Barry could put away let me tell you…," he said with a wide smile on his face. John listened. Wally looked up at him and stopped. He closed his mouth quickly as not to say another word. His lower lip pouted a little making Wally look his age.

"What about your Uncle Barry?" John asked trying to get Wally to talk more. TO get him to trust him again as a guardian. Wally frowned at John. His face grew colder. Almost emotionless. He averted his eyes and crossed his arms. It was John's turn to frown as the usually talkative speedster remained silent. John opened his mouth to speak when the doorbell rang. He walked over to the door and opened it.

"Shayera," he said happily. But Shayera was not standing there. Instead, there were two semi-confused boys standing in the doorway looking at him.

"Uh… no sorry. We're here to pick up Wally for karaoke night," said one of them. He was wearing a baggy jacket, a pair of jeans and a bandana to cover his hair. The other boy had shaggy hair with a jean jacket and tight leather pants.

"Oy! Marcos! Andrew! Here to save me?" Wally yelled across the room with a new smirk on his face.

"Yeah. And what was with the light outside?" asked the long haired one. Wally's smirk grew.

"I swear this guy is doing something illegal involving radioactive substances," Wally said walking over to the door. John didn't let Wally past him though getting an unhappy groan from Wally.

"John, I made a promise."

"Too bad. You're staying."

Wally looked at his friends with pleading eyes.

"You don't own his life man!" said the one with the bandana. Wally lipped thank you Marcos.

"Yeah. He is closer to us than you anyway. He even told us what was going on here. You can't just change his life and lock him up," said Andrew.

"Power to the future!" said Marcos grabbing Wally's wrist. John grabbed Wally's shoulder in a tightened grip making Wally flinch.

"The hell John?" Wally yelled at him, "Let go!"

…

Shayera landed near John's house throwing an over coat over her wings. She began to walk near John's house when she heard yelling.

"Would you stop John!" she heard Wally yell out in anger. She moved a little faster to stop them from killing each other to see a unique sight. Two civilians watching with curiosity as Wally and John tumbled in the grass, wrestling over something. John was now on top of a struggling Wally.

"You are not going out tonight!" he said angrily. Shayera sighed. She walked up thereby confusing the civilian boys more and hit John outside the head.

"Ow! What the? Shayera," John said looking up at his girlfriend. He stood up and got off a disgruntled Wally. Wally sat up with grass in his hair. Shayera gave John a look.

"Come now John. I'm sure it'll be fine to let Wally spend time with his friends," Shayera said understanding the situation. Wally grinned as a dumbstruck face came to John.

"Shayera," he said.

"Wally's a big boy," she said voiceing her opinion, "He can handle himself."

Wally stood up and gave her a quick hug, "Thanks Shay."

"Oh Wally," she said as he walked over to his friends, "Remember to call in."

Wally flinched. He muttered something about a mother hen under his breath.

"Kay Shay," he said a bit louder as he ran off with his confused friends. Shayera smiled at John.

"Did you really have to do that?" asked John.

"You and Wally would've killed each other by the end of the night. And then we wouldn't be able to have any fun," she said making John smile. Though deep in her mind she was thinking about how she was not going to lose the bet.

DC… it killed me… as did camp… and fair… and bleah…

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