Speeding Chapter 40: Running Towards Home, a young justice fanfic

Running Towards Home
Genre: ...I'm not really sure...um...Hurt/Comfort maybe
Rating: K+, maybe T
Guest Stars: it's a suprise
Pairings: Spitfire
Note: IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: This story ties into He's Gone. So AFTER you have red AND reviewed this go and read that :D
Another Quick Note: This is written in the 2nd person, but it's Wally's perspective...I have this weird obsession with 2nd person writing okay...it's bad

You aren't really sure what's going on and the only thing you know for certain is that you're running. That you are running far faster than you've ever run before, too fast if you're honest with yourself, but you won't stop.

Because you need to help save the world and so you need to keep going.

Faster and faster you spin around and around in a never ending circle. Everything around you blurs and only one thought shoots across your brain.

Run.

Around and around you run, and sometimes you have doubts, because somewhere deep down inside you, hidden in the back of your mind you know that there's something else you should be worrying about, but the doubts are rare and distant, vanishing almost as quickly as they come upon you and so you run.

Thoughts enter your mind, every now and again too, between the constant mantra of run, but usually you push them away, because they hurt. They're painful in a way you can't remember, because you have long since forgotten emotions. You've forgotten fear and hate and you've forgotten joy and love.

All you remember is run. All you know is run.

Run, because that's what you do. Run, because the world needs saving. Run, because if you don't you'll die. Run, because if you don't they'll die. She'll die, you don't really remember who she is (was?) and it hurts to remember, so you run.

You run to forget, to let the nothingness take over you and embrace you with its protection, but the thoughts still come.

The next time a thought enters your mind you see green. Wonderful, brilliant flashes of green against long trails of yellow and for some reason you try and hold onto these flashes, because these ones seem important.

Almost as important as the one's that brush your cheek and wipe away tears. The ones that fill you with warmth and protect just as much (if not more) than the nothingness, these are the one's that mutter soft I love you's in your ear, and even though you don't know what they mean, you hang onto them. These one's are about her and you like them, unlike the other ones.

The ones that hold deep red and a carry feeling you think might have been jealousy, before you forgot what feelings were. You think that maybe a long time ago, the red flash meant as much to you as the glimpses of green, but something happened. Something that has to do with something called betrayal and the sons of sons from the future and so the joy the red brought you is lost in a blur of anger.

You push those thoughts away and run.

Blondie's back again, because that's what the yellow is you realize, its hair. She's so different from the cookie woman and you smile to yourself a little as you remember something that might've been warmth and love, but you can't remember.

For the first time since you began to run, you panic.

Because the cookie woman and Blondie are falling away from you, the nothingness you once loved to have embraced you is taking away the one thing you want. Love and so you try to hold onto these memories, these glimpses of something you've long since forgotten, because you need them.

You're so busy panicking, trying desperately to hang onto what you think is hope that you don't realize that the mantra of runs has ceased, and that the blurs have solidified and stilled.

When you do you're confused, because you'd convinced yourself that if you'd stopped, you'd die, but you're not dead. At least you think you're not, because your heart is pumping and if you were dead you shouldn't feel so much….hurt? No this different, this is pain.

Horrible searing pain that envelops you, tearing you away from the nothingness, because that's okay, because you're back, memories are flooding into your brain as the seal trapping them breaks and you remember that there is more to life than running and it hurts.

It hurts in a way that you've never remembered before, it's not like the jealousy or the betrayal….it's different and you don't know why, only that you need to fix it. That you need to find her.

So as you turn, you take a deep breath and run, but this time you're not running for the world. You're not running for the red blur. You're running for something else and as you run you see, the wonderful green girl, who is named after the moon, with her blond hair and stormy eyes, but you aren't running for Blondie, you're running for her. The one you can't quiet see, but you can feel her. Her warmth surrounds you, and she loves you, and you need to get back to her.

You're not running in circles anymore…no you're running towards something. Towards…somewhere…somewhere important, but you can't remember the word. You think that you'll find her there, even though you can't remember where there is, but that's okay, because your feet remember the way and you let them guide you.

You reach a door and for a moment you hesitate before you bang (knock?) upon it, because that's what you're supposed to do right? For a moment, no one comes and everything hurts again, because what if she forgot you. What if no wants you and maybe stopping was a mistake to leave the nothingness. Then the door swings open and there's a woman. You think that perhaps she's talking, because her lips are moving, but you can't hear her.

All around you you're world is spinning, and you notice that the woman has stopped and she is staring at you, her eyes wide in disbelief.

She has hair like yours, amber; with eyes that are far too old for her, but you're positive that it's her, the woman who brings the memories of warmth and love, to block out the cold and hate.

But you can't remember her name!

For a brief second you panic, because you need to remember, you need to know. Then she's crying and it clicks, and you smile at her. Shyly, softly, like a child whose been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Hey mom," you whisper and her arms are around you in an instant, and she's crying, but it doesn't matter, because you are too. And you remember what you were running towards; you remember the word that you had forgotten. You remembered running towards home.

So how many of you were thinking that her was Artemis? That's okay, so was I when I first started writing the chapter, but then I decided that I wanted this to be different. There are plenty of stories out there showing that Wally comes back for Artemis, but there are other people he loves.

I wanted to show that Wally loves his mom (and father, but he doesn't appear in this story), that he cares for her and that she cares for him. A mother son relationship that is clearly showed between the two of them in episodes (mainly Misplaced)

So I used his mom. Obviously Artemis does play a role in this, but I wanted his home to be where his mom was and yep.

And so with that I end this story :D I had so much fun you guys I hope you did too.

REVIEW REPLIES

Major Winters 101st: Thanks and don't worry about it I'm addicted to Wally must suffer stories too :P

Sue13245: No, I'm not quitting FF, I'm more or less just moving onto other fandoms *shrugs* I wanna try writing some Avengers stuff (I'm a little hyped up on Thor 2 excitement and the upcoming Captain America film :P) ALSO YES! Wally is NOT dead! I will remain in denial over this forever

SpitfireChick: Oh my gosh! You're still here! You made it to the end! *squeals* This makes me so happy, I hope you're pitchfork made it too :P

Violently Red: My thoughts exactly

READINGhearts17: You're here too! You made it to the end too! Oh gosh this makes me incredibly happy!

ColorfulandBlack: Ya…sorry about the time skip…it's just this story needed to end so I couldn't cover the 5 years like I had hoped. Also thanks I love the last line as well :D

Irenerb: And another fine reviewer who was with me until the bitter end :D Also I know the feeling, I went back and rewatched Wally's death for this story…it hurt

Kamil the Awesome: I know right? In fact it was well over like 6 months ago…it seems like so much long. Also thanks for bearing with me :D

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