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Send Me on My Way

Chapter Nine: Coming Home

Bruce tapped away on the control panel, diligently entering details from the many reports he had been given that week. A ghost of a frown appeared when he tried to read Kyle Rayner's handwriting. It boggled the mind how someone with such atrocious form could be an artist.

He continued to work.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Something was happening. Bruce didn't like to think about supernatural things like premonition, but something was definitely coming. He could feel it in his bones.

"Hi, Bats!"

The Dark Knight froze, and slowly turned his head to his right. There, just out of the corner of his eye, was a familiar red cowl, the grin beneath it even more familiar. Flash's face was far too close to his.

"You miss me?" he asked, his voice full of cheer.

He went back to his work. "No."

"Aw, come on. I know you missed me. GA missed me."


"Well… ah, never mind. What'cha doin'?"

"Inputting reports. Something that you, if I remember correctly, don't."

A finger of protest rose, and then fell again. He put his hands behind his back and shrugged. "I guess."

Batman continued to work.

Flash still hadn't left. He turned to look at him.

"Anything I can help you with?"

"Uh… yeah… I was just wondering if you knew that… uh… it was my, uh… you know…"

Bruce gave him a blank look.

"That is… uh…" he sighed. "Never mind. Where's GL?"

"Still in the med bay."

"How's he doing?"

"I'm busy. Ask him yourself."

Bruce had become quite adept at knowing when someone was making a face behind him. He seemed to inspire that kind of reaction in a lot of people. This one was definitely a scowl.

"Yeah. See you later."

A gust of wind later, the Flash was gone.

After a brief pause, Bruce got back to his work.


Flash was doing what Ralph called his 'I'm happy' strut. It was the same walk he had used when he had first heard about the Flash Museum. It was the same walk he had used when Fire had agreed to go out on a date with him. It was the same walk he had used when Linda had agreed to go out on a date with him.

But this walk was because he was happy to be home. He waved to Atom Smasher as he passed him in the hall. He gave Static and Gear a double high five each. He even accepted a hug from the Creeper, but regretted it the next day because he wasn't able to get the smell of cheese and pickles out of his costume.

He stuck his head into the commissary and happily greeted Stargirl and S.T.R.I.P.E. He stole some of Atom and Hawkman's fries and ran away laughing when Vigilante threatened to smack him upside the head if he came anywhere near his steak.

Things were back to normal.

Kyle Rayner walked by, engrossed in an arts and crafts magazine as he headed for the commissary.

Well, maybe not completely normal.

He shot off to the med bay.

John was sleeping when he arrived. Or at least, he appeared to be sleeping.

Not that it mattered.

He snuck towards the door and let it slide open before tip toeing in and getting as close as he could to John without waking him up.


With a yelp far too high pitched for someone as big as he was, John all but leapt out of his bed. He thumped his chest with his hand when he saw who it was.

"God, Wally!" he yelled, all worries about secret identities forgotten.

Not that Flash was that bothered. There wasn't anyone in the room, and the only people who heard the audio from security footage were Mr Terrific and the original seven.

The speedster flopped into the chair next to John's bed.

"Didja miss me?"

"Like a rash."

Wally grinned. "'Course ya did. So," he continued, plucking a banana from the fruit basket on John's bedside table. "What've you been up to while I've been off gallivanting?"

"Not much."

Flash stopped himself in mid-peel. "You okay?"


"No you're not. Your left eyebrow twitches when you're lying."

"No it doesn't."

Wally finished peeling and took a bite from the banana. "Uh huh. That's how I know when you're bluffing in poker."

"My eyebrow does not-" he put his hand over his eyebrow when he saw Wally staring at it amusedly. "My eyebrow does not twitch when I lie."

Flash grinned. "So you were lying."

"No! I-" a low grumble emerged from his throat.

"Oh. My mistake. It twitches when you're angry. See? Wow, look at it go." Flash finished the banana and expertly tossed the skin into the trash can on the other side of the room. He moved on to an apple.

"Do you mind?" John asked irritably.

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

Wally tossed him an apple.

"No, I-" he sighed and let his head hang in defeat.

"So," the speedster asked, taking a crunchy bite from the apple. "What's eating you?"

John put his apple back on the bedside table. "Besides you, you mean?"

"Oh, now that hurt."

He crossed his arms. "It's nothing."

Flash grinned. "Oh, now c'mon… anything you tell Doctor Flash stays between you and Doctor Flash."

"No, Flash, when I saw it's nothing, I mean it's noth-"

The door slid open, and John's expression became one of abject terror.

"Heya, Johnny!"

Flash's eyes widened as he almost choked on his apple.

"Oh! Do we have a visitor today?"

John closed his eyes. Why him? What great evil had he performed to deserve this humiliation?


She grinned and stuck her hand out to Flash. "Hi! I'm Jane, Johnny's physical therapist."

Wally, amused beyond words and with a mouthful of apple, gently shook her hand. "Charmed."

John groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"Is something wrong, Johnny? Feeling sore again?"

He quickly put up his hands. "No! No, I'm… I'm fine for today."

Jane didn't seem to like this answer. "Well…" her face brightened considerably. "Since you've got a visitor, I think I'll let it go for now. I'll be back in an hour, okay?"

Before he even had a chance to nod, she had turned and trotted out.

Flash watched her go, grinning from ear to ear. He didn't say anything; he just chewed on his apple slowly. Gradually, he turned his head to look at John.

"Well. She's certainly very… happy."

John crossed his arms. "Shut up, Wally."

"Are you all right, Johnny? Are you feeling sore?"

The Green Lantern of sector 2814 muttered a string of alien curses as he grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and took an angry bite.

Still grinning, Flash looked over at the note attached to the fruit basket.

Love, Mari.

He swallowed some apple. "So, uh… where's Vixen?"

"Out on a photo shoot."

"Doing a lot of them lately."


"Nothing, it's just… interesting, is all."


"I dunno! Just… is, okay?"

John took another bite of his apple and came across a particularly sour patch. With a grimace he tossed it across the room into the trash can. Wally looked from the trash can to John's bed and back again.

"Isn't that kind of… annoying?"


"The trash can on the other side of the room. It's like someone with a bad sense of humour put it there."

"I put it there."

"…oh. Why?"

"I needed something to do, so I asked one of the doctors to put it there."

Wally nodded. He picked up a well-read and dog-eared magazine from the floor and tore out a page, crumpling it up.

"Best three out of five?"

John made his own crumpled ball of paper. "You're on."


The door opened, and Shayera looked up, along with about ten other people sat in the waiting room. The man stood in the doorway looked down at his clipboard, checking between two pieces of paper. He looked up.

"Rudolph West?"

She nodded and stood up. Some people looked at her enviously, others with a small element of reluctance.

Shayera walked through, wondering why she was suddenly feeling so nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't been in this place (or places like it) before.

But then again, she had always been in these places as Hawkgirl of the Justice League, not Shayera Hol, Wally West's friend.

"Over there," he said, pointing to one of the open backed booths. She nodded again and made her way over, carefully sitting down. Someone's chair groaned loudly as it was scraped across the floor. She nearly leapt out of her skin.

God, she was jumpy.

She tried to ignore what the other people here were talking about, hoping to respect their privacy. Hell, she just hoped that half the people on the other side of plastic glass didn't recognise her as one of the people who put them there in the first place.

A door opened on the other side and he stepped through, his thinning moustache bristling slightly. He obviously didn't expect or want visitors.

Shayera instantly recognised him as Wally's father. He had the same shaped face, though his mouth seemed more suited for a scowl than a grin. His orange suit highlighted his dull brown hair that looked much the same as Wally's mothers'. Shayera wondered where Flash's flaming crop of hair came from.

He sat down and leaned back in his chair in a motion all too familiar. He looked her up and down with tired brown eyes. She picked up the phone from her side and waited for him to do the same.

He just continued to stare at her, trying to figure out if he knew her.

His eyes weren't anything like Wally's. Aside from the obvious colour difference, they looked at her in a different way. They seemed to be constantly judging rather than observing. His hand slothfully came up and he brought the phone to his ear.

"Do I know you?"


"Then what the hell are we doing?"

"I'm a friend of your sons'."

He cocked a brown eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"


A small chuckle escaped his lips. "Didn't think so."

Shayera tried to ignore the comment.

"Any reason you're coming to see me?"

She thought for a moment. "Curiosity, I suppose."

"Seeing a resemblance?"



The old 'Hawkgirl smash' temper flared up, but she held it down. "Have you talked to Wally recently?"

"Why? Is he missing?"

"No… I'm just asking about your son."

He shrugged. "He hasn't been here, no."


"We don't really get along."

"…do you wonder why that is?"

"What is this, a psych session? I get enough of this stuff from my shrink."

"You see a psychiatrist?"

"Oh, yeah. We're all crazy in here."

"Why are you in here?"

He paused and studied her face once again. "You're one of his 'work' friends, aren't you?"


"Thought so. You don't look too comfortable sitting around with the other normal people in here."

"Is that prejudice I hear?"

"What do you want?"

"Wally refuses to talk about you. I wanted to know why."

"You get the picture yet?"

"I'm getting there."

"Well, let me paint the whole canvas for you. My son hates me."

Shayera didn't reply.


"I don't think Wally hates you."

"I think I know my own son."

"No, you don't. Not really."

"Look. I haven't seen him since he was sixteen. He's what, in his twenties now?"

She ground her teeth. "Something like that."

"Right. So do you really think he didn't come to visit me in five years or so because he's too busy?"

She didn't say anything. There wasn't really anything to say.

"Why are you in here?"

"Can't you look that up on your fancy database?"

"Yes. But I'd rather ask you."

He wasn't expecting that. Something changed in his expression.

"I tried to kill my wife."


"Because I was bored. Does it matter?"

"I'd say it does, yes."

He sighed. "It doesn't matter now."

Shayera nodded. She had run out of things to ask, and Wally would start wondering where she was and ask around. Someone might let it slip.

"Thanks for your time."

He just nodded in return, and she started to put the phone down. He knocked on the glass before the receiver reached the base. She lifted the phone to her ear.

He paused.

"Tell Wally I said happy birthday."

He put down the phone, got up, and left.

Shayera stood in silence for a moment before putting down the phone and heading for the Metro Tower.


"I knew I'd beat him."


"You thought I'd get flattened, but I beat him."


"I believe your exact words were 'he'll make you a Flash pizza'. Isn't that right?"


"And yet, here we are."


"I pulled out the old 'triple fireball' technique and fried him."

Booster crossed his arms huffily. "May I remind you that the only reason you can actually pull off that attack is because of your super speed?"

"Your point being?"

"It's cheating."

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it-"

His earpiece bleeped. "Yeah? Uh huh… coming." He brought his attention back to Booster. "Sorry, we'll have to talk about this later. Ralph wants a game of Brawlin' Bots."

"Uh, yeah. See-"

Flash whooshed away.


Skeets floated up alongside Booster. "Do we now make our way to the surprise party, sir?"

He grinned. "Yes we do, Skeets. Yes we do."


The surprise hadn't gone well. Flash had come into the darkened rec room at super speed, bashing his shoulder on the door that wouldn't open fast enough and tripping over a chair before flying head first into the cake.

However, Clark's speed helped rescue Wally from a sticky (if tasty) fate.

And now the speedster was in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, strutting his (not altogether bad) stuff.

John had come to the party, though he had to spend all of his time sat at a table. It didn't seem to be a problem for him, although he did seem to be nodding off a few times before Wally threw a hastily made water balloon at him. It missed, but it made him wary of any more attacks, and thus stopped him from falling asleep.

The Titans came an hour late (something about Cyborg's baby needing him), but were greeted with cheers upon their arrival.

Superman stayed back for most of the party, not exactly the dancing 'party guy' type. He was just happy to see everyone happy for once.

"Hey, Supes?"

Clark looked over at Flash, who had his arm around a teenager who, for all intents and purposes, looked like a miniature Wally.

"I'd like you to meet Kid Flash."

Superman smiled and extended his hand. "Good to meet you. Flash talks about you quite a bit."

"Uh… heh… snuh…"

Recognising 'hero worship paralysis' when he saw it, Wally took his wards' hand and guided it to Superman's. Trying not to look too amused, Clark shook it gently.

The other younger Titans yelled out his name, and Kid Flash shot off to join his team-mates.

Clark looked over at Wally. "How long have you been waiting to do that?"

"Too long." Flash frowned. "Have you, uh… seen Shayera?"

"She had to run an errand. She said she'd be back in time for the party," he said, sounding slightly curious himself.

After looking worried for another millisecond, Wally quickly snapped back to 'happy birthday' mode. "So. What'd you get me?"

"Um… the party."

His face fell. "Oh. I just that you'd have…"

Guilt welled up on Clark's face.

"…and I just thought that… since we've been team-mates for so long… how could you!"

The guilt vanished, and Clark shook his head, silently berating himself for falling for the trick. Wally grinned and slapped him on the back.

"I'm just kidding. Seriously, Supes, you did a good job. Ever thought of a career in this sort of thing?"

"'Superman: The Wedding Planner'. I don't think it quite works, but I could manage it."

"Why, Supes, I think that was a joke. You see what wonders spending time away from Bats does for your sense of humour?"

Clark smiled and glanced over Wally's shoulder. The speedster froze and slowly turned around.

"Oh. Heh. Hey, Bats."

He didn't reply. Silently, he reached under his cloak and pulled out a box wrapped in red and gold paper, a purple bow neatly tied at the top. Wally slowly took it, as though expecting it to go off.

"Uh… thanks…" he said slowly, the amazement in his voice clear. Wally looked over at Superman, who had since been pulled into a 'conversation' between Green Arrow and Black Canary, being forced to pick a side. Flash grinned and turned back to look at the Dark Knight, but found him gone.

"I'm the fastest man alive, and even I can't do that…" he murmured, looking down at the present. He quickly ripped it open and took off the lid of the cardboard box. Inside, he found a golden ring with the Flash emblem engraved on the top. A small note was delicately attached by a piece of string.

Stronger liquid polymer based costume. If you want more, talk to the Atom.

A small Bat symbol was used in lieu of a signature. The mental image of Batman sat in the cave scribbling in a Bat symbol with his tongue sticking out Charlie Brown style made Wally smile. The idea of the Batman saying 'Good Grief' made his smile grow.

"What's that?" a familiar voice asked, and Wally looked over at Shayera.

He smiled as he looked down at the ring. "It's a present from Bats."

"Batman gave you a present?"

A shrug was the only answer he could give. He put the ring on his finger, and winked at Shayera. "The wedding's in a few months."

She put up her hand with a look of mild disgust on her face. "Please. That mental image, I don't need."

"So where'd you run off to?"

"I… had to take care of something."

"Don't give me that. You were buying me a present, weren't you?"

"…you got me."

"Seriously, Shayera, you didn't have to. I mean, your company on the trip was enough. Now where's that present?"

"I'll just… go get it."

Shayera turned around and went for the door, hoping she could improvise something quickly. A hand on her shoulder made her stop before she could reach the door. She turned and saw Hawkman stood before him, looking around as though he were a drug dealer.

She sighed. "Um, I don't really have time to talk-"

He surreptitiously gave her a neatly wrapped present, keeping his eyes on the rest of the room the entire time.

"Oh, I couldn't-"

"No time to argue. You take this, and I'll take him out to his favourite all you can eat restaurant."

"You're sure?"

To emphasise the point, he gently shoved the box into her bare stomach.

"…thank you."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "Remember this the next time I ask to trade shifts."

He turned away and melted into the crowd. After a smile and a shake of her head, she made her way over to Wally, who was talking to Starfire, and gave him the present. Like a greedy child, he snatched up the present and ripped away the wrapping. He grinned as he saw the present.

"A J'onn J'onnz T-shirt! Oh, how did you know?"

She shrugged. "Just a feeling."

In an instant, he was wearing it over his Flash uniform. "You think he'll like it?"

"He'll… appreciate the sentiment."

He grinned and turned to Starfire. "What do you think?"

A look of great reluctance crossed Starfire's face. "It is… um…" she saw Cyborg walk by talking to Elongated Man. "What is that, Cyborg? You wish to speak to me? Of course!" With an apologetic look at Wally she quickly made her way over to the confused teen superhero.

Wally, oblivious to any negative reaction, headed into the dance floor. Shayera looked around the room and spotted John sat by himself, looking slightly paranoid about something. She walked over and sat down next to him.


For a (very) brief moment, he looked surprised. "Hey. Enjoy your vacation?"

"Well, it was a vacation with Flash, so everything's relative. But… yeah, it was nice."

"Good." He looked down into his plastic cup of juice. "Y'know… I always thought I'd be the one to end up going on some crazy road trip with him. Strange how things work out."

"Nothing to stop you from going with him some other time."

"Oh, hell no. I'm not that crazy."


They both smiled.

They looked at each other.

The smiles faded.

"So where'd you go?" he asked quietly, almost too quietly to be heard over the music.

"I went to get a present for Flash."

"You mean the one Hawkman gave to you?" At her surprised look, he smiled and shrugged.

For one of the few times that John had known her, Shayera seemed to shrink a little in size.

"I went to see his father."

"Who's? Wally's?"

She nodded.

He was a silent for a moment. "And?"

"And… I don't understand how someone like that," she said, pointing at Wally as he danced and laughed and smiled, "could come from the kind of people his parents are."

"Not everything's dictated by who a person's raised by. Some of the nastiest people we know had perfectly happy and nice upbringings."

"True." She paused. "Raven – from the Teen Titans – thinks it's because of his friends."

John nodded. "My dad always used to say that the best judge of a man is by the company he keeps."

Shayera smiled, only now taking in just how many people had shown up for the party. For Wally's party.

"And he has chosen some good company."

"Yeah," John said, hoping that Shayera didn't notice how he was looking at her. "He has."

She did.


The party had fizzled out rather nicely as the clock reached the 2AM mark. If she was honest, Shayera was expecting the party to end with some kind of bang, either from Wally's machinations or someone like Beast Boy or Booster Gold. But the party had remained just that; a party. They had sung happy birthday before Wally blew out the candles, handed over presents both humorous (a coffee mug in the shape of Batman's head from Superman) and personal (a picture of some of the original seven from Static and Gear – John hadn't realised until seeing the photo that Wally had put two fingers up behind his head).

And now, everybody was on their way out. An incoherent Booster Gold was being helped out by Blue Beetle and Plastic Man. Superman was nodding in forced interest at something a slightly tipsy Beast Boy and Cyborg were telling him as they left.

Shayera looked around the room and found that Wally and Ralph were the only two people left in the room, sat on either end of a table. Ralph's back obscured whatever the two were doing, but Shayera knew what it was from experience.

Not to mention the familiar clacking of the small plastic robots the two heroes were controlling.

Shayera rolled her eyes. Supposedly, they were two grown men.

Ralph suddenly let out a yell of frustration while Wally just grinned. There was an exchange of words that Shayera couldn't quite hear, although she did hear Ralph mutter 'Happy Birthday' before he stumbled away from the table. He gave her a nod and almost fell over in the process, but managed to stay on his two feet as he stretched out of the room.

Shayera took the seat opposite Wally, who was concentrating on the robots in front of him, pushing the red robot's head back into place. He looked up at her.

"You want a game?"

"I don't know how."

"Simple. You push the two buttons until you bop the other guy's block off."

She seemed reluctant.

"Come on. It's just like what you do on the job, except, y'know. Without the mace."

Relenting, Shayera slid onto the stool opposite Wally. She grasped the two joysticks.

Wally nodded. "Okay… go!"

They frantically pushed the buttons, each twisting and turning their robots from side to side in an attempt to reach the others' head.

"So… did you enjoy your vacation with yours truly?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the game.

Shayera gave him a quick glance. "Aside from the annoying parts… yeah, it was good."

"What annoying parts?"

"You, mostly."

"Oh. Well I do that anyway."

She smiled. "I suppose so."

And with that, she bopped his block off. Wally seemed quite horrified.

"Uh… that's not fair, the red guy's arms are longer."

"No they're not."

He nodded quickly. "Yuh-huh. Ralph says so."

"I don't care what Ralph says. I can see with my own two eyes. If anything, the green guy's arms are longer."

"They… they are not."

She grinned. "I just beat you good, didn't I?"

"I… I'm just tired. If I was awake, I would have so kicked your ass."


"I would!"

She sighed and shook her head. "Come on, let's go."

They both stood up and made their way out. Wally scratched his head as he surveyed the damage.

"Boy… the Head of Maintenance guy's gonna have a fit."

She shrugged. "He'll be okay with it. Some of it was done by him, anyway."

Wally grinned. "Oh, yeah…"

They stopped at the door leading into the corridor.

"So," Wally said slowly, wishing he had pockets in his Flash costume. "I guess we're going in different directions, huh?"


"I'll uh… see you in a few days, okay?"


He turned to go.


He turned back around to face her all too quickly. She reached out and pulled him into a hug, only just then noticing how much taller he was than her. They both pulled away from the hug slowly, confusion on Wally's features.

"Uh… what was that for?"

She shrugged. "Just… for being you. And a thank you."

He nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "Right. Hey, y'know… since we're celebrating me being me… you can… come stay at my place whenever you want. Y'know, not now or anything, but… uh, yeah… y'know, 'cause… yeah."


"I'll see you next shift."

"Or sooner."

He grinned. "Yeah. Just give me a call. Maybe we could do something with GL."

A red eyebrow arched. "One step at a time."

"Right, right… I'll see you later."


The two friends turned and made their way down the corridor, Wally heading for the elevator, and Shayera heading to her room.

And the entire time, she couldn't get rid of the stupid grin on her face. When she reached her room and looked in the mirror, she realised it was almost an exact copy of Wally's grin. She shook her head. She needed to get out more.

A smile spread across her lips.

But not really.


(A/N: That's all, folks! Thanks to all of you for reading; this really has been a lot of fun to write.

That said, I'd still like to thank the following for reviewing (and boy, is this gonna be a long list):

Dr. Crow: Sorry I didn't get in some of your suggestions, but I really wanted this to be an action free story for the most part (giant robot toys notwithstanding). Thanks for reviewing!

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God of Static: Good to know I've done well. : ) Thanks for reviewing!

Darklover: To me, characterisations are the most important part of any story; even if the story is kind of iffy, good characters can pull it through. It's why I liked 'Grudge Match'. Anyway, thanks for reviewing!

Scarlet Flashernel: I'm pretty aware of the Piper's importance to the Flash's world, there wasn't really anywhere I could put him in, considering that Wally and Shayera were moving away from Central City as they travelled. I'll definitely be doing more Flash related stories in the future though, so I'll be sure to put him in on one of those. Thanks for reviewing!

And, of course, thanks to those of you who review this chapter, too!

It's been great, folks. Thanks for reading.)