Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, nor will I ever. If I did then every episode would revolve around Wally, now wouldn't it?

Mist: As promised, Chapter one is here!

Whistle: Hopefully done on time for once.

Mist: I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed for your kind words. So here's a shout out to you all! You rule guys!

Whistle: I think what they really want if for you to start typing the story.

Mist: Oh, right… story begin! (Please excuse any characters acting OOC. Keep in mind what's going on and you'll see why I'm doing what I'm doing)

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Chapter one: Arguments lead to betrayal

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(Wally/Kid Flash's POV)

I'm not sure how long I slept for, but when I woke up the first thing I noticed was that I was no longer lying on the cold ground with a pillar trapping my leg. To my relief, I found that I was lying in a familiarly soft bed.

Forcing my still tired eyes to open I looked around the too bright room to find that I was back in my room.

Sighing with relief I shut my eyes again; only to open them in another moment when I heard the door open.

Using my elbows as support I managed to get my body into a half-seated half-lying down position, allowing me to see who had opened the door.

It was Uncle Barry, no longer in his 'The Flash' costume, when he saw me he smiled. A relieved look on his face that made me wonder how long I had been unconscious for.

"Hey, Uncle Barry," I greeted sleepily.

In a Flash my uncle was beside me. "Hey kid, how are you feeling?" He asked me, sounding more than a little concerned.

"I feel fine," I told him as I forced myself into a seated position, leaning ever so slightly on my pillow. "A little sore though."

Uncle Barry sighed in relief. "That's good to hear," He told me, "I was worried sick about you."

"How long was I out for?" I asked him, curiously.

"Three days," He said gravely.

I gulped. "That long?" I asked, hoping desperately that he was just joking.

Uncle Barry shook his head, solidifying the truth. "When you first passed out I took you into intensive care," He told me, "But all your vitals were fine. The doctors couldn't figure out why you wouldn't wake up. Since you seemed fine enough I was allowed to take you home."

"I'm fine now," I assured him. "Just remind me not to be in an exploding building ever again!"

Uncle Barry nodded gravely at me. "I won't," He told me, "From now on you won't be going on any more missions with the team."

"What?" I screeched in surprise, jerking forwards. He had to be kidding!

Right?

"It's too dangerous for you," He continued, "If I hadn't shown up in time you would have died! There is no way I'm letting you put yourself in danger like that again!"

"That won't happen again!" I tried to reason with him.

"This isn't up for debate!" Uncle Barry snapped at me. "From now on you're staying here, in Central, where I can keep an eye on you!"

I felt rage bubble up inside me. "You can't do this!" I snapped back.

"I can and I have!" He told me, "I've already spoken to the rest of the league about this and they've agreed to accept my decision."

"But I don't want to leave the team!" I pleaded with him.

"Wally, listen to me-"

"No!" I interrupted him, glaring hatefully at him, "You listen to me!"

"Wally, you could have died out there!" He snapped at me.

"I don't care!" I snapped at him.

There was a brief moment of silence

Uncle Barry sighed into his hand. "This isn't up for discussion," He finally said. "You will not be going back to the team."

I continued to glare at him. "You're not the boss of me," I growled at him.

"Actually, I am," Uncle Barry reminded me. He was about to say something else but as he went to open his mouth again the phone rang. "I'll be right back," He said quickly before sprinting out of the room.

I glared at the closed door for a moment before forcing myself out of bed, trying my hardest to ignore my aching muscles. I locked the door and looking around my room, finding my eyes trailing to my closet.

I scribbled out a quick note saying something along the lines of 'Going for a run, be home soon' before quickly changing out of my P.J.'s and into my 'Kid Flash' costume.

Without a second thought I snuck out of my room by climbing out the window and climbing down the walls by clinging to some broken tiles before eventually jumping onto a tree and getting down that way. Once on the ground I sped away from the house and into the streets to clear my head.

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I had to stop running when I got to the outskirts of town from hunger. Fortunately I still had a snack hidden in my compartment so I soon found myself relaxing on a fallen tree nomming away.

I was just finishing up when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I jumped up in surprise and spun around, expecting to see Uncle Barry, and was semi-relieved to find the Trickster and Pied Piper.

But that did beg the question, what did they want?

Before I had the chance to ask them what they were doing Trickster lunged at me and started hugging me. "Hi!" He greeted happily.

"Is he off his meds?" I asked Pied Piper.

Pied Piper shrugged. "Probably," He told me.

Trickster pulled away from me and frowned at Pied Piper. "Hey, I'm lucid right now!" He objected before hugging me again. "I'm just soooo glad to see Baby Flash alive!"

I felt my eye twitch at the 'Baby Flash' comment but instead said. "Ya, I can see that."

"We were shocked when we heard what happened to you," Pied Piper told me. "You should have been more careful, at least gone in there with back up."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Thanks for the advice, mom," I joked at him.

"Well someone needs to remind you to take care of yourself," He reminded me.

"You sound like the Flash," I frowned at him, bitterness lacing my words from my earlier argument with my uncle.

My bitterness did not go unnoticed by Pied Piper. "Did you two have a fight?" He asked me curiously.

"He's pulled me off the team," I told him, wondering why I was even confiding in a villain but finding myself not caring, "Says it's too 'dangerous'. He thinks I can't take care of myself!"

"We both know that isn't true," The Pied Piper agreed with me. "You're resourceful. Getting trapped was a fluke; I doubt it will ever happen again."

"That's what I tried to tell him!" I agreed with him, glad that someone, even a rogue, could see this the way I did. "But he NEVER listens!"

Trickster looked up at me. "Then why don't you come stay with us?" He asked me, hopefully.

His statement took me aback, I found myself unable to come up with a proper response.

"That's a great idea Trickster," Pied Piper agreed with his teammate, before bringing his attention back to me. "It will give you time to clear your head. You know, think over your life."

"I'm not joining the Rogues," I told him definitely, but part of me couldn't help but be tempted by the offer…

"Why not?" Trickster asked me. "It's not like the Flash is good to you."

"Trickster has a point kid," Pied Piper told me, sounding more serious than I have ever heard him before. "The Flash doesn't appreciate you. Doesn't listen to you. He treats you like a sidekick. You deserve better than that. You deserve to be on a team that gets you."

"He's not that bad…" I told him, but I felt more like I was trying to convince myself more than him.

Pied Piper put a hand on my shoulder. "Become a Rogue," He insisted. "We won't yell at you, or try to control you. You will be free from the Flash's shadow."

"I'm not his shadow," I protested.

"You're called 'Kid Flash'," Pied Piper pointed out.

"But…" I tried to object, but my mind came up empty.

"We have lots of fun!" Trickster told me.

"You're the bad guys!" It was a weak objection, but it was the last one I had left.

"So?" Pied Piper asked me. "That doesn't mean we aren't better for you. It doesn't mean we won't be a better family."

I lowered my head, their words swimming around in my head.

"Come home with us," Pied Piper continued to insist. "Even if just for tonight to see what it's like to be one of us. If in the morning you want to go back to the Flash, then we won't try and stop you."

I thought it over for a minute. "One night?" I asked for confirmation.

"That's all we ask," Pied Piper promised.

"I can live with that," I gave in finally.

"Yay!" Trickster squeaked. "This is gonna be the best sleepover ever!"

I should be hitting myself for being stupid enough to agree to this, but for some reason I'm happy. Besides, it's only for one night right? Then I go home. What's the worst that could happen?

Why do I have the feeling that I just jinxed myself?

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Mist: Ok chappy is done!

Whistle: And on time for once, I'm impressed

Mist: I hope I didn't make any spelling mistakes

Whistle: You're fine

Mist: Ok!

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