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I hit the communication button, "Javelin, come in! Javelin, I repeat, come in!"

My first instinct is to call Flash so I press the intercom, "Flash! Flash!"

By the time I let go of the button, Flash is by my side staring at the Navigator. "What?!"

"The Javelin, its not indicated anywhere on the Navigator!" I point at the Navigator and he looks closely at the screen. His heart sunk so far down, that I thought that I could heart it hit the bottom of his stomach. His eyes go wider then mine and his mouth hangs open. Fear reeks off of him when he slams on the communication button, "Bat! Hawkgirl! Come in! I repeat-" I rest a hand on his clenched fish on the communication button, "I've tried Flash… nothing came through…"

His fear and worry formed into rage. He was no longer shaking of fear but shaking because of rage.

Thought I wasn't affected too deeply by the sudden loss, I felt tears stream down my face and onto my hand.

Flash was shaking so hard and so fast that it looked like he was vibrating. He clenched his teeth together and balled his fists on his sides.

"Flash…" I looked down and let the tears spill freely down my cheeks. Looking at him was too hard.

He brought his fists up high and brought them down as hard as he could on the lighting control panel for the Watch Tower. The lights flickered shortly after that and shorted out.

I could heart Flash running around in circles around the outer edge of the deck. I could barely make out his movement in the dark, but oh, I could hear him sobbing. It was painful just listening to his crying, the cold breeze he created while running stung my tear struck eyes.

While Flash continued running meaninglessly around and around the Watch Tower deck, I started at the Navigator. Something seemed wrong, like the Javelin is still there, but the Navigator isn't catching a read on the ships location. I checked every locating device, communication device, and satellite that we had access to, noting worked. I soon gave up hope and decided to contact the rest of the Justice League. With shaky hands, I pressed the earpiece communicator for all Justice League members, "This is Watch Tower to Green Lantern, J'onn J'onzz, and Superman," I started off shaky, but cleared my throat before continuing, "Do not return to the Watch Tower. I repeat, do not return to the Watch Tower. After you have finished with your assigned missions, please await further instructions from the Watch Tower. Watch Tower off." I let go of the button and leaned back on the chair. News like this was something that I needed to tell the rest of the team in person.

I can hear Flash slowing down, he's breathing harder. I watch him continuing to run while hearing the worried voices of the men behind the intercoms.

Flash continues running for another half hour before he halts to a slow stop and bends over and rests his hands on his knees for support. The only noise left in the Watch Tower is Flash's quiet sobbing. Watching how closely attached he was to both Batman and Hawkgirl bought a tear to my eye.

Flash sped up to the control panel where I was sitting with whatever strength and energy he had left. He put his hands on the panel and bent over it. I turned my head over to the other side, watching him was painful. Nothing has changed within the last half hour.

He slid down to his knees with his hands still on the control panel and his eyes plastered to the blank Navigator screen. He moved down further and sat on his legs. I spared a glance at his tear stained face. It pained me to see him like this.

I slid off my chair and sat on the ground with him. I moved to the other side of him so that I could lean against the side of the control panel. I placed a hand gently on his shoulder. He turned to look at me and it was like I saw directly through his soul. He was dying inside.

I pulled on both his shoulders tugging him towards me indicating to him that I wanted to comfort him. He looked at me once and slowly moved closer. He rested his head in the nape of my neck and his body leaned on my left side. He wasn't sobbing, but just simply sulking now. Some tears would roll down his face and on my neck, they were cold, but I didn't move an inch.

I wrapped my arms around him protectively. I felt like a mother for some reason.

two hours later

We sat there peacefully before Flash started breathing incredibly hard. He started fidgeting then grabbing at his chest. "Flash," I was worried once again, "Flash, what's wrong?" He started pulling at his costume on his chest.

"I-I… ca-ca b-breah-h…"

He started breathing harder and I started to panic. Flash started to reach up to pull the cowl of his costume off, "Wait! Flash…" I grab his hand, I know how much his identity meant to him, he felt like it was one of his good superhero traits. I didn't want him to give that away.

He smacked my hand away when I tried to reach for him, "I don't care!" His sudden rage outburst threw me off. I was more than startled.

He pulled back his mask and exposed his face. He was really baby cute and had crazy red hair. But there was no time to think of that at the moment.

Sweat beads started to form on his face and his eyes were still puffy from sobbing. He ripped his costume down the center exposing his chest down to his waist. He pulled it down exposing his back. His fingers dug into his chest.

"Flash! Flash!" I crawled over to him, "Flash, listen do me." I know what was happening to him. His body was going into shock because he ran for too long. He isn't getting any energy into his system. His body was failing him.

Flash stopped grabbing at his chest and his face loosened from his pained expression. His head fell limp and his hand hit the floor, "Flash!" I screamed and picked him up to take him back to the infirmary.

I ran like hell kicking anything that got in my way. I ran straight through the titanium reinforced steel doors leaving a big hole in my wake with the wires giving off sparks.

I laid Flash down next to the bed I was just laying in a few hours ago. I attached all the equipment to him and got the monitor running. I checked everything and the machine confirmed what I suspected. His body was going into shock.

The machine asked confirmation of the chemicals it was going to inject into him. I scanned each one making sure they had a purpose. I looked more closely and the chemicals and medicines I didn't recognize. I confirmed all of them. His chest jumped then settled back down when the chemicals entered his body.

I checked his readings on the monitor again, his systems were slowing stabling. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. It seems as though I've been doing a lot of that lately.

All the drama and stress seemed over at the moment. I worried about Flash and tried to ignore the part about the Javelin crashing or getting lost somewhere out in the sea. Batman, Hawkgirl, they were gone, and I almost lost Flash. Too much has happened too fast.