A.N. So this ended up being way, way, wayyyyy longer than I thought it was going to be, but oh well!
This little (BIG) "one-shot" (five shot? six shot?) is the result of inspiration from a review by Violently Red for my other story "Outlier".
Because who doesn't love Wally Whump with the added bonus of blackouts? I know I do. :)
In any case, here we go! Hope you enjoy, and leave a review if you'd like!
Yours (and Happy Holidays!),
~Iron Woobie
Kid Flash's medical file states that the teen speedster averages about eighty-five concussions in any given year. Sure, he can recover in a heartbeat, but even so, Wally has had more than his fair share of pass-outs, blackouts, faints, and general unconsciousness. These are the top five of his "finest moments", plus one.
FIVE.
Two words.
Fish tank.
For starters, Wally wasn't exactly jazzed whenever the Team was assigned missions having to do with the ocean. Especially underwater missions. Granted, they were a rarity in and of themselves, and Aqualad's expertise definitely came in handy.
Memories were made.
But for the love of Sir Isaac Newton, Kid Flash was a speedster. His schtick was running. Not swimming. And the level of resistance underwater, the crazy depths into the abyss below whatever submarine, underwater military base, or freaking mechanical whale the Team was infiltrating, and the sheer fact that there was no air to breathe was enough to turn any mission into a bad day.
Wally knew how to swim, of course. That wasn't the issue. Uncle Barry taught him how when he was six. And he loved the beach as much as any sunburn-prone redhead feasibly could, but deep-sea crime-fighting was a whole other animal.
Because one of the many wonderful aspects of his high metabolism was the fact that he ran through oxygen pretty fast when under stress. In his own mind, he could hold his breathe for, like, two minutes. Not too shabby, considering he didn't train for it on a regular basis. But in "real-time", he could barely make it fifteen seconds before he was gasping for air, especially when fear or high energy exertion required more from his lungs. His heart just pumped too fast, his alveoli just filtered oxygen too efficiently, and his cells just demanded too many airborne nutrients at all times that he couldn't stop inhaling. Bad news when "inhaling" meant taking a long unwanted drink of salty ocean water, right?
All of the above were explicit bullet points on his list of objections he consistently brought up whenever the Team was assigned on these marine expeditions.
Putting Kid Flash in these situations was objectively a bad idea.
But did that matter?
… No.
So the Team was directed by Batman one September afternoon to investigate and intervene with a fleet of high-tech Atlantean pirates believed to have a secret hideout somewhere in the Pacific. Deep in the Pacific. So deep that the Team was going to need the Bioship prepared in advance for a high-pressure dive before they headed out, delaying their departure to early nightfall.
Kid Flash spun around in his seat aboard the descending Martian vehicle, fiddling with his seatbelt and humming "Under the Sea". Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor… Such wonderful things surround you, what more is you looking for…
"... KF. Kid Flash, snap out of it!"
"Uh, what?" He froze in his seat and turned to look at Miss Martian, standing next to him with a concerned frown. "What is it?"
"I was asking you if you could explain the… phosphorescence?" The green goddess raised her eyebrows, gesturing to the glowing blue lights visible outside the window of the Bioship. "I know the basics from my high school biology class, but I have a feeling you know more than we do. Well, except for maybe Aqualad, but he's busy navigating and translating at the moment."
The fish-boy was chattering in an unknown language with the nearest Atlantean military base through his headset and manning the controls of the Bioship.
"Uh, sure!" Wally beamed, shoving aside his misgivings for a moment to show off his scientific expertise to the gorgeous female paying him attention. "So, it's night. Duh. The lights are marine bioluminescence, lacking the actual heat you'd get from light bulbs, solar rays, etcetera. They're organic chemicals, released from little critters like bacteria and squids. In this case…" He pressed his goggles against the glass, shifting controls to zoom in as far as the tech would allow. "Yep. These guys look like basic plankton."
"Why are they blue?"
"Has to do with the E.M. spect- uh, the electromagnetic spectrum - and the seawater. Most marine animals at this depth in the ocean can see blues and greens best, and their corresponding wavelength on the EM spectrum is around 500 nanometers, the max transmission for this environment. It's actually part of my working theory for how Aqualad's so-called 'sorcery' works - independently-generated bioelectricity interacting with the same producers of bioluminescence found in his Atlantean biology-"
"Not that this isn't absolutely riveting," Artemis cut in, rolling her eyes, "but shouldn't we be more focused on the task at hand? What do phosphors have anything to do with finding and stopping pirates?"
"Why, Artemis, are you implying that science has no place in apprehending criminals?" Wally placed a hand to his chest in mock-offense. "Clutch the pearls, whatever would CSI, NCIS, and Sherlock Holmes think of such an opinion?"
"Shut up, Baywatch. That's not what I meant." Artemis narrowed her eyes. "I'm just saying, the relevance is… spotty at best. There's a time and place for everything-"
"And is descending for two hours into the darkest depths of Earth's largest body of water without any source of distraction not the perfect time and place for discussing the only sources of illumination currently in sight?!" Wally deadpanned. "I... beg to differ."
"Oh, come on! You know you-"
"Arty, he's baiting you. Again… Trolling." Robin snickered and Kid Flash grinned. Artemis closed her eyes and counted to ten before standing from her seat, punching Wally (hard) in the shoulder, and pulling up a hologram on the Bioship's control console, Aqualad occupied with the main controls.
"We're approaching the marked destination in three minutes," she muttered. "Ship's picking up heat signatures to the southeast. We may have to go dark soon to avoid detection, so be ready."
The Team had their eyes peeled as the Bioship entered the first of a series of underwater catacombs. Winding volcanic tunnels created a maze-like infrastructure in the depths of this crevasse they were investigating. It would be easy to get lost without the right kind of GPS equipment - which, thankfully, they had.
"Wait. What's that?" Wally squinted his eyes and switched to infrared, scanning at a point in the wall of the cave outside the ship. "It's a symbol. Looks like a crest of arms - a squid design? No… a crab? Lobster? Octopus?"
Robin shined a flashlight in the direction Wally was pointing. "I… think it might be a shrimp. In any case, we should check it out. Aqualad? Miss Martian?"
The two heroes gave quick nods and walked to the airlock, Miss M's neck developing gills in seconds. They were the only ones that could be out in the open water at these depths without drowning, instantly catching hypothermia, or shriveling up like raisins from the pressure. Together, they approached the strange marking in the wall of the cave. Aqualad activated the electricity in his tattoos and added some light to the gloom. They turned back to the Bioship with a shrug, before Miss Martian tentatively pressed on the symbol.
It clicked loud enough to be heard all the way inside the cabin of the Bioship, sending a small echo through the submerged tunnels.
After a pause, several unseen panels in the wall of the cavern began to shift and slide away, revealing another passageway darker than ever before. The Bioship shined its floodlights into the tunnel and began to follow Aqualad and Miss Martian's lead.
"Y'know, much as I get that we're in deep ocean, home of the Kraken and all those creatures of the night," Wally whispered, "would it kill these pirates to have a nightlight or two? Just to… brighten up the environment?"
They continued on into the tunnel, which angled downwards even farther towards the center of the earth, for another fifteen, twenty, twenty-five minutes. The farther they plunged into the darkness, the mysterious and likely-deadly unknown lurking just beyond the edge of the Bioship's headlights, the worse Wally felt about the situation, and the more he felt the need to run his trap to hide his anxiety.
"... just saying, five bucks says they've got a Kraken. Any takers? It's hardly the weirdest thing we've come across. I mean, we've got a Superboy, a Martian chick, and a magical mermaid dude." Wally huffed in unsteady laughter. "And if Godzilla exists and we already know of at least two different King Kong-type gorilla baddies, I think a Kraken's totally within the realm of possibility-"
"You planning on shutting up any time soon?" Artemis snapped as they passed the thirty-minute mark into the tunnel-crawl.
"What? Getting tired of my fantastic voice?"
She narrowed her eyes and commented dryly, "Actually, 'fantastic' is exactly the word I'd use for it… fantastically irritating… but it's going to be a long mission. You'd be wise to ration your obnoxiousness so you don't happen to, I don't know, run out of commentary when the time calls for witty one-liners at the boss fight."
Wally, Robin, and Superboy stared at her with wide eyes. That felt very… meta.
Wally shook his head slowly, breaking into a broad grin as his eyes seemed to twinkle with delight. "You… you really think my one-liners are witty?"
"Oh my- Aqualad, Miss M, please tell me we're close before I strangle a ginger at one in the morning," Artemis barked into the comms, slamming her fist on the dashboard.
"Actually, the water pressure does seem to be getting lighter, strangely enough," said Miss Martian.
"I anticipate we are to enter a more expansive space very soon," Aqualad added, drawing his water-bearers from his back and activating them, sending more blue light into the darkness. "Be ready, and scan for heat signatures."
About an hour later, the Team had managed to take out eighteen pirate sentinels, stashed and disguised the Bioship, and planned to venture down three different branching tunnels. The pirates had created an air pocket down here to allow the flow of cool air for what seemed like delicate wares they were smuggling. Their cargo was being kept in a hangar in these tunnels, where they had easy access to a tube with intermittent blasts of hot air from the volcanic magma beneath their feet - their method for rapid ascension to the surface when necessary.
If they could find that cargo hangar, they could block access to the hot-air tubes and trap the pirates down where they could be handled and their cargo could be apprehended.
They paired up. Artemis and Robin. Superboy and Aqualad.
Kid Flash and Miss Martian.
Wally couldn't believe his luck. He was more than happy to explore underwater caves with the girl of his dreams. Maybe she'd find it kind of romantic…
Miss Martian set up the mindlink, and then the three pairs went their separate ways.
So, Miss M. I hear Mars has lots of tunnels. Kinda like these. Does the… environment make you feel at home? Or maybe... Wally ran a hand through his hair with a smirk, the bright red hair we happen to have in common reminds you of your Red Planet?
KF, you do realize that we can all hear you? Robin interrupted.
Obviously. But I don't care. Wally didn't miss a beat, grin widening as Miss Martian blushed. There's only one person I hope is listening right now…
Slowly, Miss Martian gave a small smile. Oh, I hear you, KF. And yes, Mars is full of tunnels. But they're not something I look back on with… fondness, I don't think. The tunnels are only our "home" because the surface of the planet is inhospitable - they're a place of mandatory refuge, subterranean and extremely cold. So I don't get homesick very often, especially when I'm reminded of… my childhood.
Great. Now Wally felt bad. Rubbing the back of his neck abashedly, he looked away. Uh… right. Forget I said anything. Sorry.
Real smooth, Baywatch.
You know, I don't recall asking for your opinion at all, Artemis.
Actually, you did. The second you decided to try out freaking pickup lines while on the public mindlink.
Well, how about you just-
Wally cut off when he walked face-first into something hard and solid. A clear, glass wall. Ow.
Interesting. Miss Martian's eyes widened and she pressed her hands against what looked like midair in the tunnel right in front of them... save for the smudge marks from where Wally's face made impact. It's a barrier, like a window. It's frosted glass, though, so it's too blurry to see past it…
Wally thought for a moment. Let me try something.
He pressed his hands against the glass and vibrated them. He wasn't dumb enough to try vibrating through the wall itself at the moment, low on sleep and irritated as he was, lacking focus and unsure if the wall was the only thing standing between them and a big cliff-drop into an active volcano. But maybe he could shatter the glass with enough force and friction-
CRASH!
The glass fell to pieces at Miss Martian and Kid Flash's feet, and Wally gave his Teammate a thumbs up. Piece of cake. Let's check it out.
They saw a light at the end of the tunnel, maybe three hundred feet ahead of them, and started to approach it. Wally crouched down to the ground and inched forward while Miss Martian turned invisible.
I'm surprised we haven't seen anyone since the sentinels back there, Miss Martian thought aloud. They're not as diligent as you'd think.
Chances are good they're saving manpower to guard the goods. Wally grunted softly as his hand scrubbed up against a rock while he belly-crawled along the ground. That broken glass will probably tip them off if anyone's patrolling around here, but until then, we're probably okay. There was a sudden sound of skittering rocks and the clang of metal echoing through the tunnels, and Wally added, I hope.
The two finally arrived at the end of the passageway and pressed up against the wall, peering around the corner and squinting in the bright light. What they saw made Miss Martian suck in her breath, and Wally rubbed his face, sliding down to the ground.
This is unreal. Seriously. I can't believe what I'm seeing. He closed his eyes and said loud and clear over the mindlink. Guys, Miss M and I found the cargo hangar.
You did? We're heading over, found a cross-tunnel that connects to your pathway, Robin replied.
What is the nature of the goods? Aqualad asked. What is the scale of the smuggling operation?
… You guys aren't going to believe this, but-
Geez, Baywatch, just spit it out!
It's a giant… fish tank? Miss Martian nodded in confirmation, and Wally continued. Yep. Pretty much a fish tank. One the size of Rhode Island - I may or may not be exaggerating - and get this: it's holding the Kraken. Not gonna say I told you so, but… somebody owes me five bucks.
The… Kraken? Superboy spoke up, doubtful. Isn't that a myth?
If it is, then we may have fallen down the metaphorical rabbit hole, because Miss Martian and I are staring right at it. Them. Guys. Guysguysguys, there's more than one Kraken. Two, three… four, five, six… seven… Everybody, we are dealing with thirteen Kraken! Thirteen!
How big is that freaking fish tank?! Robin asked.
Bigger than we can handle, that's all I can say, Miss Martian said quietly. We couldn't even fit one of these… things in the Bioship, let alone all thirteen.
I will contact Poseidonis with our coordinates and depth level. Aqualad was grave. Superboy and I have reached a dead-end. We must double-back. This delays us.
Good news is… there's not many pirates around here. Wally frowned. Which is weird, considering we're in sight of their cargo-
"Ah!" Miss Martian cried out aloud, falling to the ground as a crab-headed man clubbed her in the back of the head with what looked like a coral-encrusted staff.
Shoot, jinxed us. Wally jumped to his feet and kicked the crab-man hard in the chest, yanking the staff from its grasp and swiping with the stick erratically at the darkness. Was he alone? I can't see any more- Miss M, you okay?!
I'll be alright, Miss Martian groaned, picking herself up from off the ground. I didn't see him coming. I'm surprised he could pick me out, since I was camouflaged.
Looks like you're not the only one who can blend in with their surroundings, Wally practically growled in his head, lowering his stance as he realized they were being surrounded by pirates emerging from the walls. Let's get out into the open, we can't let them corner us! Guys, are you getting close?
Two minutes! Robin said with urgency. Hang in there!
Geez, how many of them are there? Out in the cavern, Wally felt better seeing his Teammate fly above the danger and telekinetically lift the pirates with assorted marine animal heads, throwing them into the walls. The pirates were running around, swatting their clubs and swords. Some of them beelined towards the fish tanks, shouting in Atlantean that sounded suspiciously like 'Release the Kraken!'
For his part, Kid Flash did what he did best, and ran.
He sped down pathways between the parts of the fish tank holding the Kraken, sliding into pirates and knocking them out as efficiently as he could. Whenever he came to a wall of the cavern, he just accelerated into it and flipped off of it, changing direction and continuing to tear his way through the swarms of pirates that just. Kept. Coming.
There's got to be hundreds of these guys, he informed the others. I'm already at forty-five - nope, forty-six bad guys taken care of, but it's barely making a dent! Guess we're lucky they're not good fighters, otherwise we'd have our work cut out for us-ACK!
That moment was when Wally's night truly began to go downhill.
KF? KF, you alright?... You copy? Robin frowned as he put a hand to his comms unit, looking to Artemis who shrugged. KF, are you okay?
There was nothing.
Miss Martian frantically searched the ground, trying to find what should have been a conspicuous blur of yellow and red zooming around, sending foes flying every passing second. I can't see him!
Finally, Robin and Artemis made it to the fight scene and dove headfirst into the fray. We're here! Artemis, you take right, I'll go left. Soon as you find him, give a shout-out.
Got it.
Robin grit his teeth as he flipped, punched, kicked, and slid amongst the hordes of octopus-headed, fish-headed, and even dolphin-headed pirates. Atlantean physiology was always a source of fascination and confusion for surface scientists, but Robin had admittedly found them flat-out creepy.
Where are you, man?
Aqualad and Superboy were still sprinting, just as they had been for ten minutes, when they finally found their way to the cargo hangar - thanks to Superboy's hearing. Superboy leaped high and far, landing square in the middle and flattening two pirates instantly, swatting away six of the enemy with ease. Aqualad sucked water from the nearby "fish tank", as Kid Flash had put it, and used it to sweep away pirates like a broom swept away dust.
The Team didn't have trouble with the fight itself, it was just the sheer numbers that had them frustrated. And still no sign of Kid Flash, which was both worrying and annoying. He would have made this fight end so much faster, but it was like he'd just… vanished.
Robin got fed up and shot his grappling hook at the ceiling, using it to swing around the complex and see if he could catch sight of his best friend and Teammate.
KF? A clue? A hint? KF? Kid Flash, come in. KF!
Wally's mind had short-circuited. In the background, faded and barely decipherable, he could hear someone calling out his name, but it was so indistinct. And he had something bigger at the forefront of his concentration anyways.
He had been hand-springing off the side of the cavern wall, angling his body to dive into a somersault across the ground, when a big, grey, fleshy wall suddenly appeared out of nowhere and broke his fall. Emphasis on broke. The impact was abrupt and painful, sending him sliding backwards on his head and neck into the wall again, and he saw the world upside down - blurry, thanks to the instant headache.
That would be… yep. Fifty-seven.
Concussions, that is. He was always careful to keep track, for records.
The big fleshy wall was, of course, a Kraken arm, and it snapped like a whip to envelop Wally's body and drag him high in the air, then splashing down into its tank.
No, no, no! This was so not how he wanted this day to go!
For a good long moment, Wally was just in shock. He didn't see that coming. He'd been so occupied with taking out pirates that he didn't think to check if the Kraken tank had a freaking lid. Which it didn't. And now he was swimming with the fishes.
Were they fishes?
Or were they really cephalopods? One would think so, because of the giant tentacles like the one that was squeezing the living breath out of Wally right now, but the shape of their heads was more akin to creatures from the selachimorpha family. Sharks…
Wait, what was he even doing? This was no time to be debating Kraken binomial nomenclature!
His mind went into overdrive, and he finally registered the most important matter at hand.
He was drowning.
Wally came to the delayed realization that he did not in fact have gills like Miss Martian and Aqualad, nor did he have superlungs like Supey, or a handy rebreather in his toolbelt like Robin, or an arrow that shot a secure bubble of oxygen like Artemis probably had.
He would have brought an air tank and breathing mask if he thought he was going swimming with thirteen goshdang Kraken, but he hadn't thought that far ahead. He did have the cupboard in his gauntlet - sucking air through that might buy him a couple of seconds, maybe.
Well, at least it would have, if his arms weren't currently bound to his sides by the massive tentacle squeezing him like a lemon. He could already feel the panic setting in. The claustrophobia had been lurking at the corners of his mind for several hours now, ever since he was forced to sit in the Bioship as they wandered around those underwater catacombs. It got worse when they walked on foot through those tiny volcanic tubes.
But now? Being physically constricted by a legendary, infamous monster of the deep, underwater without SCUBA gear or any breathing apparatus, inside a fish tank, inside a cavern, inside a pirate hideout, deep in a Pacific Ocean trench?
Yep, those were enough factors to trigger a freak-out. And he could not afford to hyperventilate with 'ventilation' being an impossibility. He had seconds, and nothing more.
Vibrate! He gave quick bursts of energy, trembling his arms, body, and legs at a rapid speed, generating high levels of friction and heat. The Kraken released a high-pitched scream that was probably making Wally's ears bleed, but its grip didn't slacken. If anything, it got tighter, and the beast started thrashing Wally around in the water like he was a salt shaker and the Kraken was trying to flavor its foods.
He was out of air. His lungs were completely collapsed. His vision started getting darker.
WHAM!
The Kraken slammed his limp, pathetic body against the glass, and Wally managed to pry one eye open to see the gaping face of his best bro and partner-in-crime through his waving strands of hair.
WALLY! was Robin's mental outburst (forgetting or ignoring the rule about 'codenames only on missions') as he pressed his hands against the glass, not believing his eyes. Hang on, Miss Martian will get you out! He pointed up to where, presumably, the green Martian they all knew and love was hovering over the tank. Wally couldn't see, because his Kraken captor wasn't kind enough to angle his soon-to-be-corpse in the right position, but he believed Robin's assurances.
He just wasn't sure they'd make it in time.
His last thought before the lack of oxygen robbed him of consciousness was, Artemis will never let me hear the end of this…
He saw visions of swirling waves and cabana tents, hot babes with trays of cold lemonade and cool dudes windsurfing. He was relaxed and comfortable right where he was - in sight of the water, but nowhere near it - reclining in a beach chair, wearing red and yellow swim trunks.
His skin wasn't burning - a miracle in itself - and his sunglasses kept the sun's bright rays out of his eyes.
He had no worries, no concerns, no responsibilities, no blonde archer tormentors calling him out on his bull.
This is the life.
Now, if only someone could take care of that irritating yelling noise in the background. It was ruining the ambiance of the beach party. "Hey, can we amp up the volume? That noise is totally harshing my mellow…"
"'Harshing your mellow?' Oh, for the love of all that is holy, KF - WAKE. UP."
Wally jolted awake and gasped, flipping over and coughing hard, and maybe two or three quarts of salty, fishy seawater exited his stomach all over the floor of the cavern.
Classy.
His lungs burned so hard, scrubbed with the salt in the water he'd been drowning in and yearning for oxygen he now gulped like a fish on dry land.
"What… happened?" Wally heaved as he doubled over and hacked up a storm, grimacing as his ribs started to bruise. He flopped back on his back and finally opened his eyes, squinting at the artificial light in the cave above.
"You were caught by one of the Kraken and held under. You weren't breathing when we got you out, heck, your heart was barely beating." Robin gestured to the fish tank, where Superboy was keeping watch over the thirteen sea monsters. "We had to get Superboy to wallop the thing before it finally decided to release you."
"Geez, really? Wait," Wally froze and turned to Miss Martian with adoration and appreciation in his eyes. "Miss M, did you give me the kiss of life for the second time? It must be fate that we have been placed in such… fortuitous circumstances-"
Robin cut in with a snort. "First off, I gave you CPR, Kid Doofus. You're welcome."
Wally sighed and snapped his fingers. "Dang."
"And second, I wouldn't call two near-drownings in less than a month 'fortuitous'. You must have the worst luck in the world, dude." Robin handed him a small flask of water, which Wally chugged, trying to rehydrate - with non-salty water, that is.
"What can I say? I'm just so attractive, it seems even evil wants me. Ah, death, thou art a jealous mistress, beckoning mine life to your cold, watery embrace-"
"Hey, remember what I said about that point where you'd run out of witty things to say, Baywatch?" Artemis piped in from across the room as she worked on tying up pirates and lining them up for pickup by the Atlantean guard, which was on its way. "You're at that point. We all know you're not a poet, so just do us all a favor, and stop while you're ahead."
"Well, I appreciate you thinking I'm ahead, Artemis. That means a lot," Wally sneered, then grimaced as he coughed some more. "The mission?"
"Wrapping up. We took out the pirates, resealed the Kraken tank once we got you out, contacted Aquaman, the Atlanteans, and the League, and cleared out the rest of the tunnels."
Wally sucked in a big breath and exhaled in disappointment. "Sorry I wasn't much help."
"Hey, it's not your fault the pirates didn't feed their pet giant squids." Robin punched Wally affectionately in the shoulder. "Sometimes a Kraken's gotta do what a Kraken's gotta do."
"As long as the 'doing' isn't eating me for a late-night snack, I'm not arguing." Wally slowly sat up and hugged his chest. Yep. Ribs definitely bruised. "Can I just say, the next time Bats assigns us a submarine mission, I'm putting my foot down. This has been Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea of 'hell no, up yours'."
"You may not have the opportunity to make these decisions, Kid Flash," Aqualad commented, not turning around from the consoles where he was scanning files in the pirates' computers. "It may serve you well to be prepared for such scenarios."
Wally shook his head, shakily standing to his feet and taking a walk to get some feeling back into his legs. He wobbled and slumped into a wall as he blacked out again and came to, barely holding himself up from hitting the ground. Whoa… vertigo.
"See, that's a nice idea in theory, Aqualad, but I'm from Central City. Smack-dab in the middle of landlocked Missouri. The only bodies of water I'll find on any given day is the Missouri River, maybe the Mississippi, or either one of the U.S. Coasts. I can firmly say, without a doubt, that I will not purposely end up this close to death-by-water ever again, as long as I live."
Two and half weeks later, Kid Flash was searching the lower deck of a steamboat for reports of a drug cartel's stash, when someone set off an explosion and sent the whole boat sinking to the bottom of the Missouri River - with him in it.
About that 'never nearly drowning again' thing, um… maybe I spoke too soon.
A.N. Hey, that was more fun to write than I thought it would be! I was expecting all of these to be little one-shots, but this first one ended up being way longer than I thought. Yikes! lol
Whelp, the other four/five moments are in the works, so stay tuned! Leave a review if you'd like! And for those of you who read my other story "Outlier", stay tuned! Chapter 19 is in the works and should hopefully get posted before Christmas! :D
Yours,
~Iron Woobie