Wally was running as fast as he could. The world blurred by even with his enhanced 'speed-vision' until he couldn't even tell what country he was in anymore. Was he even still on Earth? He didn't know, he only knew he had to get away from…whatever it was that was chasing him, He was frightened, to afraid to even think straight. It was too quiet here, every shadow looked like a blurry monster chasing after him. He was freezing cold. Was he slowing down?! No, he had to run faster and faster and get away or they would-kill-him-and-he-didn't-even-know-who-they-were-but-he-had-to-run-faster-or-they-would-catch-him-and-eat-him-and-he-didn't-want-to-be-dead-in-the-stomach-of-a-scare-monster-thing-and-his-friends-weren't-there-to-protect-him-now-and-they-were-gaining-on-him-and-J'onn-wasn't-there-to-save-him-and-he-didn't-want-them-to-catch-him-because-if-they-caught-him-they-would-eat-him-and-kill-him-and-oh-Hera-God-Zues-Osirs-Anibuis-Oberon-Kami-Loki-and-anyone-else-he-was-forgetting-and-off.

Wally bolted into a sitting position, yelping when he hit his head against his bedside desk. He looked around quickly, assessing the situation. He was in his boxers in the floor of his room on the Watchtower, he hadn't been able to sleep properly in his bedroom down on Earth since he and J'onn had gotten back from that icy planate a month ago, and his legs were tangled in his sheets. Conclusion: He'd had a nightmare about being chased by monsters, his legs had gotten caught in his blankets, and he'd fallen out of bed. The resulting pain and surprise had woken him up. Carefully, almost delicately, he unwrapped the blankets from around his legs and stood up, immediately bolting out his door so fast he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing him without speed-vision, ran down the hall, and skidded into the already-open down five doors down just as it closed behind him. Sitting coiled up at the back of the room, looking at Wally with endless patients and more than a little amusement, was a giant, pale green snake with orange eyes. Wally smiled at the snake, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, J'onn. I know it's late and all but I was wondering…." Wally paused as the snaked moved forward to coil around him, nuzzling him slightly before opening its mouth and sliding it over him. "Thanks, J'onn." He muttered, closing his eyes as he was swallowed alive, not missing the irony of it for even a split-microsecond.

End.

Okay, last chapter for real this time. Kyer, that means stop making me want to contradict you. Also, this story was not meant to be Slash, but I suppose if you see it that way that's your deal. I was actually in the mind-set of J'onn being like a surrogate daddy for Wally.