|Feast Of Fools
Author: oneredneckgoddess PM
Flash gets hurt on a mission....insanity insues...chap 4 up 010806Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Supernatural - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,687 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 01-08-06 - Published: 10-17-05 - id: 2622831
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Disclaimer: I don't own them; I just want to screw with their world for a while.
Getting Out of Dodge
The Watchtower in Wally's head…
"I'm sorry; I could have sworn you just said Amanda Waller." Wally was beginning to get very upset. This was so far into wrong that he wasn't even sure who he was.
"I did," John replied. "She is one of the most dedicated doctors I have ever met. After the death of Batgirl last year, they felt we needed more help up here."
Wally held up his hands. "Stop, just stop there. What do you mean Batgirl is dead? I would have heard about it."
you were at her funeral."
"I was not."
John began rubbing his forehead. "I think we need to run some more tests on you. The med bay is through those doors to the right. Amanda will get started on them."
"I am not going in to a room with a bunch of needles and let that crazy woman clone me."
John threw up his hands and walked over to the other heroes. Wally sighed. He wanted to go home; the only question was how to get there. He was lost in thought when he saw J'onn materialize in the far corner of the room. "Hey, if you don't know J'onn, how come he's in the corner?"
"What are you talking about, Wally? There's only the five of us in here," Clark/Batman said.
"Why don't you go visit Amanda in the med bay and I'll be there in a minute," Shayera said.
Wally noticed J'onn nod and agreed. He walked out of the room noticing when J'onn followed. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed they weren't even watching his departure. The doors slid closed behind him and he turned left towards the hanger instead of going right to the med bay. J'onn followed. They walked for a few tense seconds in silence before Wally found a spot. He looked for any sort of cameras or other recording devices. Just because Batman was Clark Kent in this whacked out world didn't mean he wasn't still paranoid. He couldn't find anything and looked at the Martian.
"They said you weren't here," Wally whispered.
"I'm not. This is a mind game. You have to find a way out."
"Can't you do it?"
"No. There is a discrepancy here that will let you out."
are at least 20 of them, J'onn. 15 of which are currently in my
apartment!" Wally cried.
"Wally." J'onn voice instantly calmed the speedster. He was talking in that better-pay-attention-or-you-are-going-to-miss-something tone that the Bat usually used. "You have to do this yourself. Just wait, it will come to you."
"Wally." Amanda Waller came around the corner and J'onn vanished. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for the med bay?"
"It's back this way. Didn't John tell you where it was?"
"Yeah but he was looking at me when he said it so his right was my left."
"Oh well that explains it. Come on, let's run some tests."
Wally followed the hated woman back to the med bay and let her tuck him into a machine that looked like hair dryers in a salon. He recognized it from the villain files as the machine that turned John Dee into Dr. Destiny. If his memory was working right it was supposedly an ESP machine. Now if he could tap into the ESP part, maybe it would be the thing that would break him out of this insane place.
Amanda strapped him in and turned on the machine. To his utter disappointment the machine simply read his brain waves, took his blood pressure, and measured his heartbeat. When she dismissed him, Flash took off for another part of the Watchtower. He really didn't know where to start, so he ran through the entire satellite looking for anything that might give him a clue. After an hour of searching, he realized that this Watchtower had nothing of his in it. Well, if that was the case then what he needed was to get back to Earth and talk to the other versions of him. He went down to the transporter pad via the cafeteria and heard the others talking.
"We can't let him go back down there," Shayera was saying.
"I know that but if he stays up here or we force him to he'll know something is up," Bruce/ Superman replied.
"This is getting harder to do."
"Have you told him yet?"
"No. I don't think he even remembers I was pregnant and I want to keep it that way. He'll feel like it was his fault that I miscarried."
Wally felt like a ton of bricks just smacked him in the head. 'A baby? Shayera and I were expecting a BABY?' He couldn't shake the thought, let alone wrap his mind around sleeping with a woman he thought of as a sister. 'Whoa stop that train right now, Wally. Different universe…' He could hear her crying and Bruce/Superman comforting her. This was just too much for the speedster. He was going home… NOW.
The transporter room was empty. Wally knew that if he did transport down they wouldn't be far behind him. He started playing with coordinates on the screen. It took a few minutes but he reprogrammed the coordinates for the different cities. Metropolis was now Hong Kong. That should keep them busy for a while. He set the transporter to send him to Detroit aka Central City, then immediately transport air to Central City aka Miami. Hopefully his alter ego here was as much a ladies' man as he was normally and they wouldn't think anything of it. Wally hit the send button and dashed to the pad. He disappeared in the traditional blue light.
J'onn watched as Wally reprogrammed the teleporter pad coordinates. Satisfied that Wally knew what he was supposed to do, J'onn turned his attention to trying to explain why Wally was suffering this dream like state. It was abnormal. The dragon couldn't have been that powerful but since he hadn't been raised among the legends of dragons, who was he to say that it wasn't powerful. J'onn took the vial of Wally's blood and began adding chemicals to it, hoping that something would appear to explain this.
Wally dashed into his apartment. The other versions of him were still hanging around. The dead Flash was the first to see him.
"Baaaaaaaaack," he drawled in his odd zombie voice.
"When I get home, I'm never watching another zombie movie," Wally muttered. "So what are you guys?"
"We are your emotions," the Wally in the white shirt said. "Or strong aspects of your personality."
"Oh. Which one are you?"
"I am innocence," he replied.
"But the Flash in the yellow uniform looks like the one I battled when Luthor brought the Justice Lords out to fight."
"I am in the room you know," the afore mentioned Justice Lord replied.
"I'm pretty sure that I'm not a Lord of any kind," Wally shot back.
"No, but you have the potential to be," the green suited Flash said.
"Oh. Who are you?"
"I have that?"
"And he wonders why the other League members think he's a twit," the pink Flash said.
"Hey, I'm not a twit and if I am, that makes you one too." The pink Flash stuck his tongue out at Wally. "Which one is he?" he asked Knowledge.
"Sarcasm. Let's quit playing the guessing game ok. The "Wallys" are as follows: red angry, blue sad, green jealousy, yellow calm, orange happiness, black fear and white innocence. The "Flashs" are: yellow Justice Lord, me knowledge, white wimpy, orange superior, purple stupid, pink sarcastic, blue hyper, and black dead."
"Nice. So you're the smart one. How do I get home?"
"Yeah last time I did that I wound up here."
you are still asleep. Just wake up."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"How are you supposed to do what, Wally?"
Wally spun around and there stood the other three members of the League. "Umm, fall asleep." He mentally smacked himself in the forehead.
"Why didn't you just do that on the Watchtower?" Shayera asked.
"Because I wanted to be at home."
"That doesn't sound like something you would normally do," Clark/Batman said.
"Yeah well apparently nothing I'm doing today sounds normal," Wally said.
"Concussions can changes people's behavior for a short time after they wake up," Bruce/Superman replied.
"Do you guys do that often?" Wally asked.
"Talk about me like I'm not in the room."
"It never bothered you before," Shayera said.
"Oh ok." He watched as they visibly relaxed. Without warning he zoomed out the door.
"What the hell?" was all he heard from Batman. They would be coming after him, that was a given. He ran as fast as he could for about an hour. Hopefully that would give him enough time to fall asleep. He found a creek in a wooded area that would do just fine. Wally snuggled up with some moss and slowly counted backwards from 10. At 2, he heard footsteps, but was in that place where sleep and awake kind of mixes and one isn't sure if they're dreaming or not. He counted one and never saw the smoke pellet Batman rolled at him.
Wally woke up in the med bay. He was attached to a bunch of machines that were making a tremendous amount of noise. He turned his head to the side and there sat Shayera. He groaned. Her head snapped up from the book she was reading.
"How are you feeling?"
"Are we married?"
"Are. We. Married?" he asked with precise deliberation.
"Good, because having a baby with you was almost worse."
"Wally are you ok?"
"Since when do you call me Feathers?"
"Oh hell no, I am not doing this again." He sat up and pulled every wire, tube, and non-permanent thing he could get his hands on. Shayera tried to stop him, once. The look he gave her caused her to back off and she didn't try to interfere. He got off the gurney style bed and went in search of the Martian, sincerely hoping that one existed in what ever nut hole he got dropped into this time.
To make his search shorter, he began screaming in his head. Less than thirty seconds in to the endeavor, J'onn's "voice" echoed in his head, telling him to stop or else. He stopped and waited for the Martian to give him his location. Wally made his way into the lab. J'onn gave him a look, which let him know that the Martian was irritated.
"You should be in the med bay," J'onn said.
was in the med bay?"
"You know why you were there."
"The dragon," Wally said, confident that he was right.
'Oh man it didn't work,' he thought.
"What didn't work?" J'onn asked.
"Nothing. I'm just going to go lay down in my room."
"That would be a good idea."
Wally turned and left the lab. J'onn watched him go. He contacted the other founding members and asked them to meet him in the conference room. They arrived without much fanfare and waited for J'onn to start. "I think that Flash needs a vacation."
"Why?" GL asked.
"It might have something to do with the way he fled the med bay less then ten minutes ago," Shayera said.
was panicked upon wakening and hysterical. Flash then began a
powerful mental projection that I have never felt him. He was
terrified and when I asked if he knew why he was in the med bay, he
told me that a dragon was responsible."
"A dragon?" Batman asked, skeptical.
"That is correct."
"Maybe that knock on the head was stronger than we originally thought," Superman thought out loud. "Is there anyway to see if he extensive damage from the attack?"
"I looked when he was first brought in, but I can call him in for a follow up exam," J'onn replied.
"That sounds like a good idea," Superman said. "Do you want any help?"
"Not at this moment. But I shall ask if I require extra assistance."
The members left and J'onn asked Flash to come to the med bay. The speedster entered with trepidation. If they figured out that he wasn't their Flash, Wally wasn't sure what he was going to do.
"Come in, Flash. Please sit. Your behavior earlier has us worried. I would like to take a CAT scan of your brain."
"To make sure there was no more damage than what was already there."
"You're not going to read my mind, are you?"
J'onn looked taken aback. "Not if you don't want me to."
Wally nodded and got on to the bad. J'onn sent him into the machine and Wally tried to stay calm. This wasn't good. He wasn't sure where he was, but he was pretty sure that he wasn't home. The dragon comment seemed to be the key question. If he were home they would know about Savage and the dragon and Black Canary getting hurt. He yawned and went to sleep.
"Have you found what's wrong yet?" John Stewart asked coming into the med bay.
"No," the Martian answered, his monotone voice doing nothing to comfort the Green Lantern.
"Did Zatanna have any ideas as to what type of spell Savage put on him?"
"Unfortunately, it is an ancient spell that comes from the worst book of black magic ever created. She was not happy when she left."
Batman walked into the med bay. "Are we sure that this isn't a result of the concussion?"
"Yes. He is traveling into other dimensions at least that is the conclusion that he has come to. And it seems to be triggered by him falling asleep. I managed to break through, once. Wally simply jumped from one "dimension" to the next. Whoever did this knew about the attack in Death Valley."
"What makes you say that?" John asked.
"Because not long after he was brought back, his brain waves changed. According to the machine, Wally should have been awake and alert. But he was and still is in his present condition. I have been unable to reach him," J'onn concluded.
"So that's it?" John asked again.
"I have tried every medical procedure that I know to bring him out of this, but nothing can break the spell Savage put on him. I could try a few Martian techniques, but not truly understanding how human physiology will respond I am reluctant to try it."
The machine next to Wally suddenly went off. J'onn walked over to it and read the print out.
"He had moved again. I'm afraid that if we don't get a handle on this soon, we may not get Wally back."
The three looked up as Superman came in carrying Huntress. Question was right on his heels. "Savage attacked Gotham City and Huntress ended up under an abandoned building."
Batman spun on his heel and was out the door before Superman finished his sentence. J'onn gestured towards the bed about ten feet from Wally and he gently laid her down. "This is getting out of hand. Do the magicians have any idea on what this is?"
John took Superman's arm and indicated that Question follow. He took them to the hallway to explain, giving J'onn the space to check out the unconscious heroine.