Thanks for the reviews...final chapter!

"I think he's waking up!" Wally groaned as the light stung his eyes. Lifting a heavy arm he covered them and slowly sat up using his elbow as support.

"Easy Wally!" Blinking aside the hazy vision he made out a green figure.

"John?" he asked, hissing as pain throbbed through his chest. He felt a hand push him back down and held him there.

"Take it easy buddy!" John smiled. "You've been out for a few days, your body hasn't had time to mend." Flash lay flat and waited for his vision to return properly.

"Just follow the light." J'ohn appeared over him and shone a small torch in his eyes; he followed it up, down and side-to-side. "He seems fine. Reactions are working. You will be sore for a few days though." He added.

"Wh..." he coughed with a dry mouth and a sore throat.

"We had to place you on a ventilator while your lungs healed." John explained as Diana rubbed Wally's back.

"What happened?" he chocked out.

"We nearly lost you." Shayera explained, tears in her eyes. "Puncture lungs, several broken ribs, large amounts of flesh missing on your chest and stomach, concussion and broken leg." She listed.

"Oh!" he murmured as he remembered everything he had done.

"We saved your leg, broken in three places but you won't be able to walk on it for at least a month." John continued. Wally nodded and faked a yawn.

"Get some rest." Clark said patting his arm, everyone smiled and left all except for John.

"Look if you want to talk...I'm here." And then he too left. Wally looked at the door and then around the repaired infirmary, memories rushing back to him, he moaned, held his head and sank back into his pillow.

"What do I do?" he moaned sorting threw the blur of Death's...death?

Sighing, he fell back into a troubled sleep.

"How do you think he will coup?" J'ohn asked Bruce.

"Depends on if he'll open up and tell us what happened." He said turning away from the room and going to monitor room.

Two months had passed and Wally had had the pins removed and was allowed to walk around with the help of some crutches. He left the infirmary as soon as he could walk safely with the extra help. He had moved back into his room but was still distant from the league members.

He hobbled out of his room swinging from crutches and injured leg to his good leg. He hadn't worn his Flash suit for a while and saw no point since it was only ever League members who lived there and everyone knew their names and faces well enough that there was no point in hiding. He walked slowly and carefully to the one room he had been trying avoid. Eventually he had decided to go and see what the evidence room held.

He limped in and gazed at the glass case. A Skeleton in a robe stood staring out with hollow eyes. Flash swept his gaze over her and blinked away the sting in his eyes. He turned to the lower glass case and lifted the lid. A laptop lay closed on red material base. Flipping it open he searched through until he found file he wanted. It was labeled 'Muerte'. He opened it and found several sections with home movie one, two and three and pictures one and two.

Opening the home movies he watched a younger Death scoop up a three-year-old child with a happy smile on her face. She swung him round and sat down on a bench, setting the child down on her lap. She pointed to camera and held the child's hand, waving it to the camera.

Flash smiled sadly and felt a tear slid down his face. Wiping furiously at the stream he clicked off the laptop and closed the lid.

Flash pushed the Laptop back to its position and moved his hand out, brushing across a familiar object. He stopped and touched it properly, memories of it in her hands and in his flashed before him. He cried out and stumbled back.

John had silently followed Wally out of his room and waited in the doorway watching his friend. Shayera had shown up and stood attached her self to his arm. The two watched happily, thinking that Wally had finally gotten over the torture. But they soon became concerned when Flash cried over the laptop. Then when Wally cried out and fell backwards they both jumped forward to catch him.

Wally felt someone behind him and clutched to the arms around him. Forgetting all dignity he clung to the arms and sobbed into the chest. John hugged the young man, his brother to him as Shayera rubbed his back. She glanced over at what scared him and saw the daggers, the very same that had been used on him. The ones that had scared his body and the very same he had used to kill Death.

"Wally, her death is not your fault!" she whispered to him as she hugged him.

"But...sh...she has a son." He sobbed.

"Wally it was either her or the world, everyone would agree you chose rightly. It hurts, but you saved us as well." He explained watching Wally with sad eyes.

Three hours passed as they sat in the evidence room talking over what happened. Wally found by the end that he felt better about what happened and that he had no other choice at the time. He told them about what happened in that barn and about Death. They listened carefully, letting him get everything off his chest.

By the end they sat in silence until Wally fell asleep on Johns shoulder. Between the two they carefully lifted him up and took him to his room, where they put him to bed and left.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Shayera asked as she stood in the doorway watching the sleeping form.

"He's been through a lot, but I think he's on the mend." John said, leaning over and planting a kiss on Shayera's mouth. The two closed the door and let Wally sleep. For the first time in the two months he slept peacefully. Ready to go back to what he loved most in the following months, ready to catch the Injustice Gang and lock them away, ready to be The Flash again.

Many light years across galaxies a young boy sobbed into the arms of his Uncle Pestilence. He stroked the boy's head and cried into his hair. Famine sat on the other side crying into his hands.

"Muerte? What do you want to do?" Plague asked, kneeling before the child.

"I want revenge!" he screamed.

"Good boy! You'll get it in time." He answered, sharing a slight grin with his brothers. "You deserve your revenge."

Finished! can't decide whether to create a sequel based still on the brothers or to try with a new enemy! any ideas? love to hear about any! Thanks!!!!