Hi.

Did you find this by chance? Or have you been waiting patiently?

Either way welcome. Life caught up with me a while ago. And even though this is not the proper venue to vent, I will slightly, dear reader. In the past two years, I found myself at college dating a guy who thought fanfiction to be childish. I gave up the hobby that comforted me and kept me going. I can't totally blame him for this story's abandonment. I let it go and tried to forget comforts of these stories and the shared dream. Moreover, my ship kind of sank… This ship, The S.S. Spitfire. And with that the longing to write a story expanding the characters' lives.

After my two-year long relationship, which promptly ended in March, by my own hands. I felt the need to reclaim something totally mine. I revisited many hobbies and activities constantly commented on in the relationship for their childish nature. I found myself on this site, dear reader, finding the log in info easy to recall. I found myself reading stories in my first fandom. (Danny Phantom. If my user name was not clear.) My heart still shattered over the loss of S.S. Spitfire, I was surprised to find myself on this very story, reading the tale of two lovers and the subsequent child resulting in the affair. I was surprised at the statistics on the story, (still being read and reviewed). I was surprised at my anger of the lack of ending. I was saddened and genuinely humiliated over its abandonment. True, its writing style was childish and lacking. And even more true, the characters were not completely accurate to the show. But the story had good bones. It was a joy to read. It was easy to fall back into this longing to write. And so, I did.

The results where this chapter.

I do not have the notes from when I began this story. I'm not sure where it was going originally. But I replotted the whole thing.

I hope you enjoy. Cookies for all.

Disclaimer: I only own Willow. And I suppose the story line.

Whereabouts Unknown

Ch. 12 An Unexpected Revelation

…Willow…

Harsh light irritated my sleep filled eyes. Rubbing the sand away, I reached for the box poking out from underneath the bed. It was a miracle Mom didn't find it last night. My hands rifled through the box's possession finding a small black MP3 player.

The power was out (obviously). The power cord was nowhere in sight. I looked at my wall finding my charger still plugged in. I connected the device.

It sprang to life revealing a variety of music. Surprisingly Lady Gaga seemed to have the highest number of songs in collection of music.

"Huh. My mom liked Pop music." There wasn't much more to find inside the miss labeled carboard container. Frustration and irritation, once again, washed over me once more.

How could she keep this all from me? The sudden longing to run coursed through my veins.

A normal run involved my favorite pair of sneakers and the wind rushing through my hair, but today a better distraction was needed. I grabbed the partially charged MP3 and plugged in the head phones only stopping quickly to check myself in the mirror. The green jacket was still resting on my shoulders. It fit quite nicely. (Although it looked odd with the Flash themed appeal underneath.)

My run started off slowly. The beat of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance pounding in my ear, timing my run. Closing my eyes, I increased speed.

…Wally...

Keystone. Once the most beautiful city in the Midwest was now the most disappointing. Didn't stop this place from feeling like home. Every day brought the chance to escape from painful memories. I unlocked the door to see Linda, the Flash hating news anchor extraordinaire. We moved in together only a year after dating. And even though our life was nothing but arguments and secrets, it was nice to come home to somebody.

She looked angry as she studied my face.

"What's wrong now?" waves of irritation rolled off her as she spoke.

"I'm just tired." I mentioned nothing of Barry. He was fine, and his name would only irritate her further.

"Well…okay… then." She bit her lip and sighed. She looked around the apartment as an awkward silence fell between us.

"I'm gonna take a shower." I said, attempting to move around her, heading to the bath.

I shut off the water. The cool air rushed towards my skin an unsettling chill crawled up my spin. On the sink lay a towel and a new set of clean clothing. The letter from Barry was gone.

…Narrator…

Linda quietly opened the door to the bathroom. Seeing her boyfriend's clothes in a messy pile on the floor, she quickly grabbed them before exiting the room.

She sighs in disappointment. After yet another argument about Wally disappearing, he leaves again coming back days later. Linda was done with it all. She wanted nothing more than to leave this gross city and become something more She was tired of putting up with her cold boyfriend. She was tired of being viewed by his family as second best. She was tired of covering the stupid Flash. She deserved someone who would treat her right and a job with more credibility. She was LINDA FREAKING PARKER for crying aloud.

She tried to convince her employers to give her a promotion, hoping that would lead to having to leaving Keystone and break up with Wally. The network was not interested. Her open dislike of the Flash was rating gold. So, Linda Freaking Parker was stuck.

She sighed again. Looking down at the pants in her hands. She notices the pocket filled with paper and candy wrappers. With a smirk, she removes the trash and pulls out a letter, addressed to Wally.

Curiosity gets the better of her, she pulls open the letter and beings to read.

Dear Wally,

If you are reading this… you know why you are. There are many things I want to tell you things I want to say- if you don't know them already I can't really express them. But I can give you something instead.

Artemis is Alive. She's a cop at Gotham City Police. You need to find her and fast.

You can be mad at me later. But right now- RUN WALLY RUN.

Always with love,

Barry

"Artemis?" Linda continued to look at the letter confused but also a bit angry. Who was she? What made her being alive so important? Did Barry look at her like second best because she was? How would running help Wally find this girl?

The water shut off in the shower. Quickly, she stuffed the letter in her pocket.

… Artemis…

"The Hero's Ball?" The air caught in my throat. "I don't think that's really necessary. I'm no hero."

I stared straight at the Bat. No. I would not be going to this event. I would not risk losing everything I fought for in the past 15 years.

His eyes told a different story.

"If you don't agree," the captain stated. "Mr. Wayne has requested you be on security for the event. It's really important that you be there."

"Security! That a newbie task! I'm a freaking detective!" A quiet rage seethed within me. Bruce smirked. His eyes told me, this wasn't a choice.

"Again, Detective Crock, it is very important you attend the event." Bruce's eyes sparkled.

I forced a smile. Every cell in me screamed. What the hell, Bruce. Fuck you.

"I'll go… I guess." The words came out softly from my lips. My head started to pound. This can't be happening. It was.

The Captain light up with joy.

"You're being honored. Dress nice. Bring the family. You made the right choice..." I zoned out focused on the hero in front of me.

I hate you, Batman.

… Narrator...

Bruce walked away smiling. The stage was set. And if things whet according to plan, Wally would know by the end of the month.

Bruce was tired of watching from the sidelines. If Dick, Tim, and Barry all got a say in the heroine's life, he would too.

He had a lot to prepare for.

That's chapter 12.

I make no promise to when I post next. But I'll try. Goodbye for now.

~Mimi