Ok, hi people!!! This story is partly inspired by an episode of Stargate SG-1, my other fav show. So, I'll just jump right into it. R 'n R, and enjoy. I own nothing so ya won't get much if you sue me.

Wally West entered his apartment an exhausted man. He removed his black leather bomber jacket and tossed it carelessly over the back of his couch. He made his way down the hall, past his open bathroom door, and into his bedroom. He sat down on the edge of his bed and flipped off his sneakers, hearing them clunk against the wall as he flopped down, his head hitting the pillow.

He reached up and turned off his light as he pulled his quilt up to his chin. He was so tired, he decided to not even bother changing from street clothes to PJ's. before he fell asleep though, he took a few moments to reflect on his eventful day.

Wally West, affectionately called the Fastest Man Alive, fought alongside the Justice League of America as the Flash. Earlier that day, they had battled evil genius Lex Luthor and several of his minions. They had rounded up everyone in the end, but not before Luthor had shot said speedster with some random ray gun.

Superman, Batman, and the Martian Manhunter had been adamant on keeping him in the Watchtower until they cleared him. I'm fine, of course, he grumbled as he closed his eyes. He fell asleep muttering about stupid evil maniacs and overprotective superheroes.

That night, Wally had weird dreams, though he blamed it on the dozen or so spicy burritos he had for dinner.

When he woke the next morning, he was still half-asleep as he changed into his Flash costume first thing. He went into his kitchen and quickly downed several bowls of cereal and twice as many cups of coffee. Finally satisfied, he stood and retrieved his JLA commlink from his desk.

"Flash to Watchtower. Beam me up!" he said cheerfully. Hmm, he thought to himself. I sound kinda funny. Maybe I'm gettin' a cold. But Wally wasn't the only one who noticed the change.

"Who are you?" barked a harsh voice over the communication device.

"What're you talking about, Batman?" he asked confused. "It's me! Flash!"

"Who are you?" the Dark Knight barked again. "How did you get this commlink?"

"Look, if this is some kind of joke, it's soooo not funny." Then he realized it couldn't be a joke. He was talking to Batman.

He noticed he had begun to pace at super speed and stopped, forcing himself to calm down. He glanced up and caught a glimpse of himself in his bathroom mirror. Hie blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He pulled back the cowl to reveal blonde hair and a face much too different to be his.

"Bruce," he said sharply over the commlink, using Batman's real name to underline the severity of the situation, "you'd better send some people down. We've got a huge problem."