Wally and John fought each other for the next few weeks like cat and dog. Wally winning some. John winning... a few.

"Face it John you can't win this war soldier boy," Wally laughed as John tried to make his way out of a trap that Wally had set up for the marine. It was a simple little trap in a forest that Wally had ran into. John had been misled and caught in a net dangling from a tree at the moment. John focused and used his ring to escape.

"HEY! No fair you cheated!" Wally yelled pivoting on the ball of his foot to start running only to hit a green wall.

"There is no cheating in war Wally," John said enveloping him in the green light. Wally sighed. He was too tired and hungry to pound uselessly against the green barrier in frustration today. Weeks of school, running from John, being a hero, running from John, Boy scouts, running from John, Falconry (which he was fairly certain that John still hadn't figured out about it yet... though Shayera was more than thrilled when she had caught him out in the woods one day with another person and a red tailed hawk), did he mention hiding from John? Well, it all added up to a tired and most likely food deprived speedster.

"Yeah, yeah yeah enjoy it while it lasts Johnny boy," Wally said taking advantage of the light bubble to sleep a little. He had monitor duty in a few hours and despite contrary belief he did watch the monitors. Batman, J'onn, Question, Orion, Wonder Woman, they all knew. He was just a little more animated than others who were stuck with the job.

John watched as Wally fell asleep in the green bubble. He felt as though he had won more than one battle today. When Wally was first adopted he wouldn't even sleep in John's presence. Now he would comfortably sleep in the green lantern's light. He zipped back home with the sense of accomplishment and pride.

Once they got back John carried the young speedster to bed feeling heat roll off of him in unimaginable waves. He felt warmer than normal. At least in John's opinion. But he knew little of a speedster's temperature. Maybe J'onn knew. Or Batman. He placed Wally gingerly on the bed. The teen rolled over so his back was to John. But John just smiled as he left the room to let Wally sleep.

-.-

"Ugh," Wally moaned as his body yelled at him to wake up. He placed a hand on his head as he felt a dull pulse from a throbbing headache pound viciously in his head. He sat up immediately regretting it as a wave of nausea overcame him. He fell back onto the bed groaning. He opened his eyes to more pain in his head as he looked for his cell phone. Once he found the device on the floor he punched in an all too familiar number.

"Yes?" asked a stoic voice.

"Hey there Mr. Sunshine," Wally said sarcastically before coughing violently, "I've come down with something. You think that you or J'onn could send some meds my way? I kind of have monitor duty today."

"You're sick?" the voice said with still no emotion.

"Yeah. Can't even sit up without feeling like I'm going to hurl," he muttered. He heard a few clicks from a keyboard over the phone.

"Don't bother coming in," the stoic voice told him.

"But Bats-!" he started to complain.

"If you can't get out of bed you're staying put. Nightwing will come by later with your medicine," he said hanging up the phone. Wally rolled onto his stomach and moaned into his pillow. He did not want to stay with Military boy. Especially since he couldn't run and didn't have an excuse to leave. He was trapped. On a Saturday, with his currently least favorite founder. Papa John (he wondered if John would give him a pizza while he was sick okay?).

"Why am I stuck with Mr. Rules and Regulations?" he muttered to himself. Speaking of which where was he?

John was actually just downstairs unaware of the sick speedster upstairs. He had been making dinner. One that he was sure could feed his entire Battalion. But it should also be enough for Wally and himself. He was not the best chef in the world but he was alright enough. And he had seen Flash eat some of the nastiest things in the world and not so much as flinch. Maybe it was his metabolism. Maybe it was something else.

He glanced over at the microwave. 5:19. Didn't he have Watchtower duty in forty minutes? He sighed as he walked up the stairs to wake Wally.

"Didn't take you very long to get here," he heard a raspy voice. Wally's voice actually. He walked a little faster still remaining as quiet as he could.

"Gotta love the transport system," another voice said. One that sounded familiar, not so much as he heard it every day but it plucked a few strings of recognition.

"Yeah, yeah. Got my meds?"

John froze as his hand reached for Wally's door knob. What in the world was going on in there?

"Yeah Walls I got them. Geez you look like crap."

"Thanks bird brain. I am kind of sick at the moment."

"When was the last time you got sick?" asked the voice as movement was heard in the room. The ruffling of fabric, maybe a bag. The undoing of a clasp. But all John was wondering was, Wally was sick? How is that possible? He'd couldn't ever recall Flash being sick.

"Like this? I don't know, about a week after getting my powers?"

"I thought you weren't able to get sick. Other than minor things."

John could hear Wally snort, "When I'm sick like that I usually have the flu and it's gone in a few hours. Batman would avoid me and Flash would tell me to go talk to some villains causing havoc hoping I'd get them sick. But this... man I just know that Batman is going to be on me like white on rice to make sure I don't return to the Watchtower and give them whatever I've got. Cause whatever it is, it's real bad."

A playful cackle came from the room, "Take it easy Wally. Batman plays dirty and you know it."

"So does John," Wally said with a laugh until he started coughing dryly.

"I'll be back later tonight. If anyone sees you in the Watchtower tonight-"

"I'm blaming John," Wally said with a lighthearted lit to his voice. John sighed. Obviously he was talking to a hero. He placed his hand on the door knob and quickly opened it. Nightwing stood at the foot of Wally's bed smiling impishly.

"Hello John," he said mock respectively.

"Nightwing," John acknowledged as he looked at Wally. His skin was paler than normal, almost translucent. He walked over and placed his hand on Wally's forehead much to the amusement of Nightwing and Wally's dismay. He felt warm and clammy. He glared at the marine.

"John," he groaned, "What are you-?"

"You really are sick," John stated. Wally moaned.

"Really? I couldn't tell," Wally said sarcastically throwing a few pills in his mouth, swallowing without water. He began to cough a little before Nightwing patted his back and went back to breathing normally.

"You should really be saving the jokes and probably be sleeping right now Walls," Nightwing said with a grin. The glare that John had been on the receiving end for a while now was aimed at Nightwing who only grinned at the bed ridden speedster, "Calm down Wally. John'll be here to watch you. It's not that bad. It could be Batman."

Wally had no idea why his friend would even bring that up. He never was really sick when Batman had to take care of him. It was more injuries. And he had learned that Batman was just plain brutal. He was a freakin' slave driver. He wouldn't let him do anything really. But John was a Marine. Wally had a bad feeling about this.

*Clawing self out of grave*

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