Oh, wow. I have been so busy and forgetful. So many midterms and papers... Anyways, I wrote this probably...3ish months ago? So, set maybe a week or so after Bart arrives. I hope you like it. It's the only thing I have ready to post. And I haven't had time to write... Sad day.

Does anyone actually read this headings and endings? I know I'm guilty of not doing that sometimes... Ignore me as I ponder. Continue on reader!

"West speaking."

Wally answered his phone abruptly. He was headed home from class in a content mood. Things were going his way in classes. He professor raised his grade after making a convincing argument.

"This is Wallace West?" Wally almost snorted. No one called him Wallace.

"Who is this?"

"I'm Officer Parshall from Smallville PD. I have a Bart Allen in my custody at this moment and he listed you as his guardian." Good mood equals ruined.

"I'm his distant cousin. He's actually supposed to be with his grandparents. Look, uh, I'll pick him up. No problem."

"Okay well, we'll need to discuss the details when you arrive, but he did technically steal a car." Wally slapped his forehead in frustration.

"I'm so sorry officer. He's a troubled child." The conversation ended briefly after.

Wally finally reached home, prepping himself for a run. What seemed like hours later Wally arrived at the Smallville Police Department. The run hadn't given him enough time to think of what to say to Bart, but a lot of time to think.

Why the heck was he in Smallville? What in the world had possessed him to take a car? He was the fastest kid alive. A slightly bitter thought passed Wally's thoughts as he remembered his time as Kid Flash. All the times he was lapped by his Uncle, the team, all the idiotic stunts he'd pulled, flirting with girls… But he wasn't a kid anymore.

Putting on a smile, he entered the small building. There was a relaxed atmosphere around the station even as people were moving about quickly. It was almost surreal to Wally. He quickly spotted his trouble maker sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room, kicking his feet in the air. An older man sat by, glancing up at Bart every now and then. Bart's face brightened considerably when he noticed Wally.

"Wally! This is so crash! You came!"

"Bart." Wally sighed, coming over and ruffling his hair.

"Mr. West, I presume?"

"Wally." He replied, sticking out his hand for the other man.

"I take it you're Officer Parshall."

"Indeed. Now, I'm glad you could make it here. I understand that you're going to school at Stanford. That's a while away."

"Uh, yes sir. But I was visiting my family near here. I got here as soon as I could." The lies slipped off his tongue easily like always.

"What exactly did he do?"

"Well, he took a truck from the Kent farm…" Wally almost snorted.

"I'm sorry, the Kent farm?"

"Yes, they live towards the outer part of the town. Nice older couple. Their son's grown up and gone to Metropolis." Wally held down the urge to laugh thinking about Clark Kent.

"Now, I spoke with Mrs. Kent and no charges are being filed. In fact, the thing didn't even work. The boy got it up and running."

"I was going to take it right back, I prooomise! I've just never driven before and I thought I was being helpful…"

"Bart. You're what, 14? There's a reason you don't drive!" Wally cut him off.

"Is everything alright between you two?" The Officer asked, giving concerned glances.

"It's fine. It's just; it's not every day your underage relative gets arrested." Bart scowled at him.

"Well, anyways, the truck was reported missing. That's when I found him. I'm willing to let this go since he technically did a service and the Kents are willing to forget the whole matter. Mrs. Kent even took a liking to the boy. Plus, he's been quiet and patient here in the office."

"Oh, thank you so much Officer Parshall. You have no idea how grateful my family will be."

"You're going to tell them…" Bart whined. Wally silenced him with a glare.

"You'll have to promise to keep him out of trouble. And get him back to his grandparents."

"Yes sir. I'm sure they're worried sick. And, I can personally promise he won't do anything like this again." Wally signed a few papers and before they knew it, they were on their way, walking out of the view of others. It was only then Wally spoke to him.

"That was a really stupid thing to do."

"Oh come on! I overheard that they were having problems. And they needed it to do stuff! It only took me, like 10 minutes. I fixed it and was taking it on a test drive. It was so crash!"

"They call it joy riding Bart. No matter what your intentions… just don't do something like that."

"Oh, so I can't be nice and help others? I thought that's what heroes do!" Bart ranted at the ground.

"Of course you can. But, in that situation…"

"How am I supposed to know what to do in situations like that? I was trying to have some fun…and not be such a burden… There's just so much going on and I didn't want to make anyone feel the mode…"

"What? Look, you… What happens in your time? Does no one teach you?" Wally placed his hand on Bart's shoulder to make him look him in the eyes.

"I've learned a lot of stuff, but you know different stuff." Bart said, sporting a smile, and Wally knew he was hiding something. He understood that look.

"Okay, whatever Bart. Let's just get you back."

Their run was in silence as Wally took the time to think things through. They came quickly to a stop outside the Garrick home. Wally could see the two sitting in their living room, clearly worried about their missing charge. He looked at Bart again, speaking to him again.

"What were you doing there in the first place?" Bart took a moment to answer.

"I just tried to find somewhere to help. I was doing just fine before I messed up again… No one really wants me here, Wally."

"That's not true." That didn't help comfort him.

"Why call me? You could've called Jay or Barry or anyone for that matter."

"Because I was scared and all I could think about was my big cousin coming to save me. Like I've always… Never mind." They stood in silence for a minute before Bart asked a question.

"Why didn't you just let me run here myself? I would've gone straight here." Wally smirked.

"I know, but that wouldn't have been the right thing to do." That made Bart smile.

"Listen. You're a good kid and I know you haven't been here all that long. I can't promise you much. But I promise I'll help you learn what you need to know." Wally started leading him up the steps.

"That's so crash!" His smile still wasn't genuine. His eyes betrayed deeper meaning. Wally would have to find out what was actually going on some other day.

"Great, so let's see if I can't get some snacks for the road… Maybe some chicken wizzes."

"What are those?"

"What? You don't know?" He shook his head.

"First lesson then. Junk food is a speedster's best friend. Don't let Barry tell you otherwise."

Hmmmm... I hope people like this. You should tell me.

Believe it or not, I actually put time and thought into writing...most days. Lol.

Anyways, I love my Flash family and I'm just so sad I don't get to see more of them...especially right now.