A/N: I will start by saying this. If you're not a fan of Wally being friends with The Rogues, this really isn't the story for you. Rogue Family fics are just kinda one of those things that I absolutely love, and I can't help but write them this way. It's practically impossible for me to even see The Rogues as anything that is not somewhat friendly with each other and Wally. So, yeah, if that kinda thing ain't your kinda thing, I'm tellin' ya to move along now.

"One thousand five hundred and three," The small red-headed seven year old muttered under his breath. "One thousand five hundred and four. One thousand five hundred and five." His counting was interrupted when a streak like lightening went zooming past him, right into the museum across the street. Wally stared with wide eyes and wondered what he had just seen, or if it had even been real.

Now that he was no longer focusing on counting, Wally noticed that there was a lot of noise coming from the museum. A bunch of people were screaming and running away, and there were some other loud noises coming from inside the building. He could also hear police sirens in the distance and coming closer. Something big was happening. It might even be a robbery.

Wally thought about how cool and scary it would be if there really was a robbery going on over there. It wasn't until he heard the clanging bell of a clock somewhere in the city did Wally remember what he had been doing.

"Um, one thousand five hundred and...and…" Wally bit his lip. He wasn't sure what number he was one. He knew that his last number had ended in five, but that had been a while ago. Should he just continue from there? Should he just take a guess and continue with one thousand, five hundred and forty seven? But Wally didn't know for sure if that was right or not, and he wanted to be as right as possible about this.

There was only one way to be completely positive about this.

"One." Wally said with a sigh as he crouched down. "Two. Three." He picked up a stick and wrote down '1505', so he wouldn't forget where he had gotten to before. "Four."

"Hey, kid," Wally jumped and turned to find a weird man standing behind him. Wally knew that he shouldn't judge people for being weird before he really got to know them, but he knew that the man had to be pretty weird to be wearing a blue suit coat thing with a furry hood and skiing goggles glasses things, even though it was the middle of summer. "What're you doing here?"

The man didn't sound mad, just curious and maybe the tiniest bit concerned. Still, Wally naturally hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself seem smaller. He hoped that the man would just leave him alone. "I'm, uh, counting." Wally sound in a quiet voice.

The man frowned slightly and knelt down. "What are you counting?"

"Seconds." Wally answered as he wrote down the number '4' in the dirt with the stick. It may be a much lower number than before, but he didn't want to forget it. He wanted to be as exact as possible.

The man leaned forward and looked at the numbers Wally had written down. "And you counted all those seconds?" Wally nodded, feeling somewhat proud of himself, because they were kind of high numbers. The man frowned for a moment, but it wasn't a mean frown, more like a thinking one. "Are those just the seconds that you've been right here for?"

"Um, yeah." Wally nodded. The man's frown deepened.

"Have you been waiting here by yourself?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." Wally started drawing little lines in the dirt with his stick. "I'm supposed to spend the weekend with my uncle, but he wasn't here when my dad came to drop me off."

"So your old man just left you here?" Now the man's frown was an angry one, and Wally found himself shrinking back from it, even though he didn't think the anger was towards him.

"It's okay." Wally said. He didn't say 'I'm used to it', because he had long since learned that he should keep as many thoughts about his daddy's 'mistakes' or 'bad choices' to himself. "I'm a big kid. I can take care of myself."

The man's frown shrank slightly. He took his goggles glasses things off and looked Wally in the eyes. "I'm sure you can, but you've been out here by yourself for over twenty five minutes."

"Oh." Wally blinked. Had it really been that long? Wally frowned and looked at the ground. He knew that his dad had dropped him off a little later than the arranged meet up time, but Uncle Barry really should be here by now. Why hadn't he come for Wally yet? Had he forgotten about him. Did he...did Barry not want him around?

"Hey, kid." Wally blinked when the man in the blue coat snapped his fingers in front of his face. "You okay?"

"I-I don't…" Wally's face scrunched up as he felt tears come to his eyes, but he tried to hold them back. Daddy always said that crying was for the weak, and Wally didn't want this man to know that he was weak. "I don't know where Uncle Barry is."

"Barry?" The man looked surprised. "Barry Allen?" Wally wiped at his eyes and looked at the man.

"Yeah, he's my uncle." Wally said.

"Shit." The man half groaned and half laughed.

Wally's eyes widened. "Do you know him?" Maybe this man knew where his uncle was.

"Yeah, kinda." The man shook his head and looked towards the museum with a frown. "He might be a little bit though."

"Oh." Wally looked back towards the ground. He had hoped that Uncle Barry would be by any minute, but he was taking forever.

The man sighed and muttered a swear under his breath that made Wally flinch. He hated hearing people swear, because it always sounded like they were really angry, even if they were just a little frustrated. "Alright, how 'bout I wait here with you for a bit?" The man sat down on the ground next to Wally.

"Until Uncle Barry gets here?" Wally asked.

"Maybe." The man said. Across the street a bunch of cop cars were just starting to show up. The man narrowed his eyes at them and moved so that he was sitting behind a nearby tree. Wally tilted his head in confusion and crawled over to join him.

"Why are we hiding?" He asked.

The man eyed Wally for a minute, probably to decide whether or not to tell him his reason or not. After a moment the man decided to let him in on his secret. "We're playing a bit of a game. My friends are already over there, and I'm here to be backup incase they need it."

"Backup from what?" Wally asked. "Against the cops."

The man rolled his eyes at Wally's question. "The police like to think that they're playing our little game, but they're not. Our only opponent is The Flash."

The man said the name like Wally should know who the guy was, but he didn't. "Who is The Flash?"

The man stared at him in disbelief. "...I guess you're not from around here, are you?" Wally shyly shook his head. "I thought so. I mean, there's not a single person in Central City who doesn't know who The Flash is." The man shrugged. "And I pride myself on knowing everybody in this city, and I'm sorry to say that I have no idea who you are."

"Wallace West." Wally introduced himself with his full name, even though he didn't like it. 'Wallace' just sounded too grown a name for a kid to have. And his dad had yelled at him with his full name so many times that Wally just didn't like hearing it anymore.

"Leonard Snart." The man said with a smirk. "Only my father calls me 'Leonard' though. My friends call me Len."

"Wally." The kid smiled. He could relate to Len's experience with his name. It was nice to run into somebody else who just had a serious sounding name that they didn't really like. "So, uh, who is The Flash?"

"Right." Len smirked a tiny bit as though he knew a secret that Wally didn't. "He's a superhero."

"A superhero?" Wally's eyes widened. "Does he have powers?"

"That's what makes him super." Len raised an eyebrow at him. "He has super speed."

"Awesome!" Wally's eyes brightened in excitement.

"Yeah, something told me that you would like that." Len laughed a little bit.

"You fight a superhero?" Wally gasped slightly. "Are you a supervillain?" Wally knew that villains were the bad guys, but he was still excited by the idea. After all, Len seemed like a really nice guy, and Wally thought that maybe just because he was a bad guy, that didn't mean that he was a bad person.

"Not exactly." Len gestured to the gun holster at his waist and opened it so that Wally could see the gun in there. He took it out and showed it to Wally. "I don't have any powers. I use this cold gun."

"So cool." Wally muttered under his breath. He put out his hand slightly. "Can I see it?"

"Of course." Len carefully handed his gun to Wally. "Just be careful. The trigger is a little touchy." Wally nodded and gently handled the weapon. It looked like something straight out of his comic books. It felt a little cold to the touch though.

"Does it really shoot ice?" Wally lifted the gun so he could look at all of the little details.

"See for yourself." Len nodded towards a pretty, small flower in front of them.

Wally positively beamed. He aimed the gun at the little flower and fired it. It was extremely satisfying to watch the flower instantly be iced, almost like is was being turned to crystal. It was amazing, and a ton of fun. Wally giggled when he saw the frozen flower and the grass surrounding it covered in frost. Len laughed out in amusement too.

"That was so cool!" Wally smiled and adjusted the gun so he could hold it in his right hand and support it with his left . The instant that Wally's hand came in contact with the barrel part of the gun he felt a sensation that just felt so cold that it burned. Wally cried out in pain and dropped the gun. Len's eyes widened.

"Shit." Len kicked the gun aside and took Wally's hand in his own. I looked at Wally's left hand carefully. He even scratched lightly at the boy's palm, which caused Wally to flinch. "It doesn't look like anything serious. Your hand'll probably feel cold for a day or two, but it should be fine." Len started to rub both his hands over Wally's to warm it up.

"I'm sorry." Len said after a minute. "I didn't even think about how cold the gun gets after it gets fired. Hell, I don't even notice it anymore because I have these." Len gestured to his own gloved hands.

"I-it's okay." Wally said. "It was my fault. I was being stupid."

Len frowned. "You didn't even know about it. I did. It's my gun, which makes it my responsibility." Len was quiet for a moment. "Why were you saying that it was your fault?"

Wally tilted his head in slight confusion. "It always is." He said simply.

"Always?" Len's eyes darkened in a scary way. "Just how often have you gotten hurt like this?"

Like this? Never. But Wally had the feeling that Len was wondering how many times he had gotten hurt 'by accident' in general, and that was a question that Wally couldn't answer.

The boy was spared from having to come up with an excuse when something that looked like a walkie talkie on the man's belt made a funny noise and a rough voice came through. "Hey, boss, we got some trouble over here."

Len swore under his breath again. "You would think that three guys would be able to handle one upstart on their own." He sighed in irritation and picked up his cold gun. "Well, you know what they say. If you want something done right," Len got to his feet and turned towards the museum. He fired some ice at the police cars and officers lingering outside. "You gotta do it yourself."

"What are you doing?" Wally stared with wide eyes at the wall of ice in front of the museum. He hadn't realized how strong the gun could be. "Are they going to be okay?"

"They'll be fine." Len shrugged. "Just as long as nobody shatters them. The ice'll melt in a few minutes, which is just enough time to get in and out of there."

"But what about The Flash?" Wally asked before Len could go. The man paused and looked and Wally thoughtfully.

"You know, kid, you got a point. The hero won't really be all that eager about letting us walk right out of there, unless…" Len looked at Wally, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, Wally, how would you feel about being a part time Rogue?"

"A what?" Wally frowned.

"A Rogue." Len repeated. "All you would have to do is play a little game of pretend for me." Len knelt down again so he was eyelevel with Wally. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but it would really help me out here."

"...What would I have to do?" Wally asked cautiously.

"Absolutely nothing." Len said. "It would just be a pretend hostage situation."

"So you'll threaten to hurt me if Flash doesn't let you go?" Wally frowned. That didn't sound very fun.

"He'll only think that I would hurt you." Len said. "The two of us though will know that I won't. We'll know that it's just pretend."

"So, you won't hurt me no matter what?" Wally asked.

"No matter what." Len swore. "I've got this thing about not hurting children."

Wally wasn't exactly sure what he was thinking, but he believed Len. The man was super nice, and Wally really did believe that he wouldn't do anything to hurt him. And maybe it was wrong to even think about helping the bad guys, but Len did say that this was all a game to him, and they were just playing pretend.

And maybe it was bad of him to think this way, but Wally really wanted to be a part of this fight between a hero and villains. What seven year old wouldn't want to be a part of the action?

"...Okay." Wally grinned. "I can do that."

"You sure?" Len raised an eyebrow. Wally nodded and Len smirked. "Great. Let's go." Len put on his glasses again. "Alright, Wally, I'm going to be holding you with your hand behind your back. If things get too intense, just squeeze my hand and I'll tone it down."

"I will if I need to." Wally said. "But I'll be fine."

"You've got guts, kid." Len smirked. "I like that." Len led Wally across the street and into the museum. When they got into the museum Len got a firm but gentle grip on Wally's arms. He held him in such a way that it would look like he was in danger, but Wally knew that he wasn't. Actually, he felt reassured by Len's firm grip. It felt like if there was any real danger, Len would pull him right out of harm's way.

Wally heard a lot of sounds of fighting going on in the next room, and he found himself getting a little nervous. He felt Len give a slight squeeze to his hand.

"Take a deep breath, kid." Len whispered into his ear. "You'll do fine. Just follow my lead." Wally nodded, closed his eyes, and just let Len do his thing. The man knew what he was doing, Wally just had to trust him. The boy took in a deep breath and nodded. He was ready.

Len took him into the next room and Wally found himself in a world of chaos. All he could see was a streak of lightning, lots of fire, a couple of boomerangs flying around and, weirdly enough, some powerful gusts of wind. It was just crazy to see.

Len fired his gun on the floor in front of the streak of lightning, causing it to trip. Wally's eyes widened when he saw that. He hadn't really known that the streak was a person? How could somebody go so fast?

The lightning man who was wearing a red spandex suit quickly got back on his feet. "Cold, I should have known that you would show up eventually. What took you so…" The Flash (Wally was sure that was who the lightning bolt man was. It was the only thing that made sense) trailed off when he saw Wally. The hero's eyes widened. "Cold, what the heck are you doing?!" Oh, he actually sounded really freaked out. Wally knew that the plan was to get the Flash to believe he was in danger, but why did he sound so worried and yet hadn't done anything to 'save' Wally yet?

Wally heard a low 'whir'ing sound and felt a slight chill. He looked slightly to the right and found himself face to barrel with Len's cold gun. Oh. That was why the Flash was worried.

"Just let us walk out of here, Flash, and nothing will happen to the kid." Len said. The Flash glared at Len so hatefully that the look sent shivers down Wally's spine. He really did not want to be on this heroes bad side. After a moment though The Flash's expression changed to a look of cockiness.

"You had me there for a minute, Cold, but I caught your bluff." The Flash said. "No matter how desperate you are, you would never hurt a kid."

"True." Len agreed, and even though Wally wasn't looking at his face he could hear that he was smirking. "But I had something else in mind for the kid."

"What are you talking about?" The Flash raised his voice slightly. Wally subconsciously leaned closer to Len, because Flash was really scaring him. Len gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, though he didn't turn away from the hero.

"Alright, here's the deal, Scarlet," Len said. "Either you let us walk out of here, or the kid is coming with us."

...What? Wally turned and looked at Len with wide eyes. This hadn't been part of the plan.

"How can you expect to take him if all of you are in prison and he's out of your reach?" Flash asked, which Wally thought was a very good point.

"You know that no prison can keep me in." Len said confidently. "And when I get out…"

"You wouldn't." Flash glared at Len darkly.

"You're really willing to bet on that?" Len raised an eyebrow back at the hero.

"Even you wouldn't take a kid away from his family." Flash challenged.

"Oh, really?" Len's tone lowered and he sounded pretty angry. "So you expect me to be just fine with leaving this kid with a father who just left him by himself to wait for an uncle who forgot about him?"

"That's not what happened!" Flash said defensively, though Wally didn't know why. How would the hero know what the situation was, and why was he getting so upset about it?

"Really? Because I think it was." Len said. "Unless you think you can prove otherwise."

Flash sighed. "What do you want from me, Cold?" The hero sounded tired of the conversation. Wally was just confused by it. He wondered when this negotiation about letting the villains get away became apart him.

"Like I said, let us go, no questions asked." Len said. "Unless, of course, you think that arresting a couple of harmless criminals is more important than being absolutely certain of the safety of a child?" Len raised a challenging eyebrow at Flash. "Then again, maybe I'm asking too much from you. I mean, it's not like you know this kid or have any responsibility over him."

The Flash was absolutely seething at those words. Wally didn't know how Len was keeping his cool so well, because he would never be able to act so normal when somebody was so obviously angry at him. Wally began to wonder if he was missing something between Len and Flash right now, because there definitely seemed to be more going on here than he was aware of.

"And how do you know I won't arrest you guys the second I let you go?" Flash asked.

"Because you'll be too busy finding the kid's uncle and making sure he doesn't let him out of his sights again." Len said. Wally's eyes widened. This negotiation was definitely about him...for some reason.

Flash sighed. "Look, just let the kid go. We both know that your boys left while I was distracted. You won."

"Oh, don't sound so disappointed, Flash." Len was the one who sounded disappointed, as though the hero was just being a sore loser in a game they were playing. "It doesn't suit you." Still, Len let go of Wally's arms and gave him a small and gentle shove towards the hero. Wally stumbled forward a few feet and then stopped halfway between the two men. Feeling unsure, the boy looked from one man to the other as he tried to decide where he was supposed to go. He guess that he should go to Flash, because he was the good guy, but...honestly, the hero still seemed kinda angry and he just scared Wally a little bit.

The boy honestly felt like just going back to Len, but the man was already leaving. Wally turned back towards the Flash but he only saw him for about a second before the hero ran off, leaving a streak of lightning behind him.

Wally was alone...again.

"O-one." The boy muttered to himself, because he couldn't allow himself to think about whether or not he had been abandoned. "Two. T-three…"

Wally got to the count of seventy two before he heard his name being called out by a friendly and familiar voice. "Wally!" The boy looked up just in time to see his Uncle Barry running across the room. Wally barely had any time to think before his uncle had him wrapped up in a very tight embrace.

"I'm sorry." Barry muttered as he held Wally as though he would never let him go. "I'm so so sorry. I just forgot, and…"

"I-it's okay." Wally leaned against his uncle and sniffled a little bit. He was slightly hurt that his uncle had forgotten about him in the first place, but he didn't want to think about that right then. He didn't want to think about how his uncle had found him so quickly right then. He didn't want to think about anything like that.

"Can we just go home now?" Wally asked in a quiet tone.

"Yeah." Uncle Barry ruffled his hair. "Yeah, we can do that." There wasn't much more talking between the two of them. The uncle and nephew just walked out of the museum together. They didn't head straight home though. Barry stopped right outside the building to help get the cops out of their state of semi-frozenness. Wally didn't mind though. He had honestly been a little worried about the cops himself, because, as he learned a short time ago, really cold ice could be really painful.

Wally sat down on the front steps of the museum as he waited for Barry to finish, because his uncle wouldn't let him anywhere near the ice. After sitting around for a few minutes Wally caught the sight of something shining across the street. Curious the boy told his uncle what he was doing and went across the street to check it out.

Wally found the source of the shining by the tree he had been waiting under earlier. It was the ice flower, except it had been picked and was lying on the ground instead of standing upright with it's roots under the earth. It also looked like it had a fresh coat of ice on it, thicker than the thin layer of frost that Wally had covered it in earlier. There was a small note next to the flower.

'Thanks for the help, kid. Couldn't have done it without you.'

On the back of the note there was another message.

'Once a Rogue, always a Rogue.'

Wally grinned and pocketed the note. He carefully picked up the flower, marveling at the little details. It was very pretty, and he definitely planned on keeping it...as soon as he could figure out how to stop it from melting. In the meantime though he knew that he could keep it in Aunt Iris' freezer. He was sure that she wouldn't mind, and if she did then he would find another way, because Wally intended on keeping this flower. Len had left it for him, and bad guy or not, Wally thought that Len was a pretty cool guy. The young boy wondered if he would ever see Len again.

Wally also wondered how upset his uncle would be if he decided he wanted to join The Rogues someday...maybe that was a question that he should save for a later time.

A/N: Geeze, writing Flash in this was hard, and I probably screwed it up terribly, but I was kinda writing him from the point of view of a young child who was unfamiliar with the hero and had previously befriended one of Flash's main enemies. Besides, how is that for irony that Wally at first feels intimidated by The Flash, who is probably the most kid friendly hero ever. I mean, I just couldn't resist. He'll probably start hero-worshipping Flash starting next chapter, after he's familiarized himself with him a little bit.