In hindsight, I will probably be able to update one of my other stories by the end of this month. In foresight, STORY!

Kid Flash: Why is it me?

Oh, ho ho! Be glad this is a mild fic, or you'd actually die or something.

KF: WHAT?

Warnings: cussing, angst, innuendos that are in plain sight. The usual stuff.

Summary: Something's happened. The others won't let him out of his room, and Wally's not feeling good. Then the League visits, but not even his Uncle will let Wally out! What's going on?

Let'sa!

STARTO!

Wally's P.O.V.

When I woke up, I felt weird. Sore, but seeing as I'm a superhero, that's to be expected. I also felt hungry, but thanks to my powers my metabolism was far beyond normal standards. But my head was spinning, and the more I tried to focus the more it hurt, until I gave up and lay back down.

I considered being lazy and calling Robin or someone to come help me, but figured it would look so uncool they'd never see me as an equal again. That, and I felt like I was about to throw up. Speaking of which...

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, breathing hard. Maybe a stomach flu? I wasn't immune to getting sick, no matter what I boasted. I opened my eyes, and gasped. The inside of the bowl was painted pink, traces of blood still lingering in the water. I retched again, flushed, and got up to the sink. I splashed water on my face and rubbed, willing the color now etched in my eyes to fade. It didn't, and suddenly my heartbeat went skyrocketing.

I was freaking out.

I stumbled back into my bedroom, crashing to the floor, wincing when my back gave a scream of protest. I reached for the door and braced myself against it. I sat there, pressed against the cool metal, panting for air, when I realized something else was off. The doors were automatic, designed by Batman to open when someone was within a foot of one. My door had yet to open, and I pressed the button. Nothing. I suddenly was aware of shuffling, someone was on the other side of my door. More shuffling. Scratch that, several someones.

"Guys?" My voice was hoarse, and my throat felt dry as sandpaper. There was more shuffling, then Miss Martians voice floated through.

"Yes, Wally?" I frowned, pressing closer to the door. My body was too hot, I was sweating bullets.

"My door won't open. And I feel sick. I threw up some blood, I think I need a doctor." There was silence, and I felt worry starting to grow in the back of my mind. I called for her again, and she responded quietly.

"I need to go to the hospital. I'm sick or something. Open the door." I couldn't see her, but I suddenly got the impression she was squirming on the other side of my door.

"I...I can't do that, Wally." My eyes narrowed, and my hand struck the door. I heard a murmur outside, and got the impression they had jumped.

"Open the door. I want out." What was going on? I shouldn't be able to hit the door like that and not feel a thing. She murmured a small 'No.' again, and instantly something inside me snapped. I felt angry, but not because she was denying me help. Because she wouldn't-

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" I screamed, striking the barrier in front of me with a primal howl, and I heard the others murmuring again. Then, silence... I felt scared again.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell...Please open the door, I don't feel good." I was whimpering, whining practically, but I felt like I needed to, I didn't mean to scare her. Someone moved closer to the door, but it was Aqualad's voice that came through this time.

"I'm sorry Wally, but we can't do that. You are sick, but don't worry. We called the League. They'll know what to do." I was confused, why did they need the League? What was wrong with me, that they needed full power heroes to handle? I made a whining noise, and suddenly my mind was being poked at.

'Wally? It's Miss Martian. Go to bed. I'll bring something to eat in a little bit, okay?' I felt drowsy, but it wasn't me. She was lulling me to sleep with her powers. I felt my body move and get up, walk over to the bed, and I lay down.

'What's wrong with me? Am I going to die?' I asked her, and a wave of comforting warmth washed over me.

'No. I won't let that happen Wally. Just sleep for now. Your Uncle is coming, don't you want to see him?' I rolled onto my side, sighing.

'Yeah...I want to see him. I want to see you guys too. I want out.' The spite from before was gone, leaving a tired, drained feeling in its place. I could almost feel someone stroke my hair as I fell asleep.

Regular Third Person P.O.V.

"Are you sure?" Barry was not a person who was easily spooked. He was the kind of person who cracked the first joke, even if it was a bad one. But right now, his face was filled with a haunted look, making him look like the adult he truly was.

Young Justice was huddled together, their faces fearful. Superboy looked close to crying, as was Miss Martian, and only Robin and Aqualad wore stone expressions.

"Yes. We're sure. Hard to mistake that thing, anyway." The Atlantean kicked at the floor. Aquaman put a hand on the teen, who sighed and scowled at the ground as though it were at fault.

"How long ago?" Batman seemed to be unaffected, as usual. God, how he hated that! But nonetheless, Robin cleared his throat.

"Yesterday. About 8:00 at dusk. Wally was the only one." That was all he was able to get out before that choking feeling welled up again, and he had to close his mouth or he was sure he would vomit.

"And the target? Where is it?" Superboy glared, and once again Superman found himself glad his clone did not possess heat vision. Batman would've been fried to a crisp for his words. Martian Manhunter held onto his niece's shoulders, for he was sure that he had not, she would've flown across the room and punched the Gotham hero, judging from the fury on her face.

"We don't know. We lost sight of him after Wally went down." Superboy shuddered, and the Kryptonian found himself reaching out to put a comforting hand on his clone's shoulder. Superboy turned and held onto the offered limb, lower lip trembling. Blue eyes glanced upward to the brunette sitting at the table, an orange spoon dangling from her lips as she stared into space. Well, not really, she possessed X-ray vision like him, and was actually watching the red-head above them.

"Reki?" She turned cold brown-orange eyes to him, shaking her head.

"It's too far spread. If I had been contacted immediately after, maybe...but not now." Robin started forward.

"There has to be something we can do. We can't just..." Unable to continue, he turned and walked back to Black Canary, who held the Boy Wonder in a hug. Reki shook her head.

"I never said there were no options." At this, several heads snapped up to look at her hopefully. "We just need a sample from the original and from that I can make an anti-virus. From there it's up to Wally to recover." Superboy made a noise, it might've been a sob, and wiped at his eyes.

"But, it won't be easy, that sonuva-" Aqualad started, but stopped himself when his lord pulled on his shoulder. He breathed in before looking back up. "The target won't be easy to capture. We barely survived the first time." There was a moment of quiet, when-

THUD.

"I'll do it. I'll get that sonuvabitch for hurting Wally." Barry growled darkly. His hand had cracked the countertop, and Reki tapped the red fluid leaking out from between the speedsters fingers. "I'm supposed to be taking care of him, but this happened. I'll kill that fucker." It was a bit scary, hearing the normally easy-going hero talking like that, but who could blame him?

"Barry, calm down. In a situation like this, we need to focus. If Wally is still changing, we stil have time." Aquaman soothed. Flash looked up at the Atlantean king and opened his mouth to reply-

When a scream from overhead made them all jump.

"Wally!" The red speedster was gone, and it was a few seconds before the others could move from their shell-shocked positions, running upstairs to the bedroom corridor. Flash was standing in front of Wally's door, attempting to pry it open. Inside, the red-head was screaming over and over, each one sounding more pain-filled.

"Wait! You can't open it!" Robin shouted, trying to pull Flash from the door. The red hero raised his fist to punch the teen away, when Batman grabbed his wrist.

"What will you do? If it's too late, his mind is gone, and he attacks you the second you open the door?" Barry snarled at the dark hero, but let go of the hinges and stepped away. The screams faded instantly, and they were left in a silence that bared down on them viciously. Suddenly, Flash jumped back as a thump came from the room, then a few seconds after a scratching noise started up. It was followed by a whimper, then a mad snarl, which trailed off into another whimper.

"Wally?" Barry said cautiously. He felt...something...was on the other side of the door. Another whimper, then-

"Uncle Barry?" The red hero sighed in relief. That was definitely Wally's voice. He moved closer to the door again as his nephew spoke. "I'm scared. Why did I get locked in? I want to go home." Flash winced. "Uncle Barry?" Wally's voice had risen in pitch.

"It's okay Wally, I'm right in front of the door. I'm not leaving, I promise." Whimper.

"I want out. I'm sick, I want to go to the hospital." Barry put his hands on the door, half-sure that somehow Wally could feel the action.

"I know, but you can't go there. You're sick in a different way." More scratching, but this time it wasn't panic filled, but instead more like Wally was trying to reach him through the door.

"I want to go home." The sentence was pitiful, the tone even more so, but Barry steeled himself.

"Wally, I need you to talk to me, okay?" A sniffle, then a small 'okay' floated through the door. "Do you remember what happened last night?" It was quiet for a few moments...

"We...We were on a mission...to catch...something?" The voice was confused, and Barry cursed and thanked the heavens at the same time. "I can't remember, it's all blurry."

"Wally, try to remember. Please. What happened to you last night during the mission?" There was a sudden THUD in the room, and Barry scooted back when a BANG resounded from the door.

"Uncle? Let me see a mirror." Flash glanced at Reki uncertainly. She walked over to the frame, and rapped her knuckle against it. The door opened instantly, and the shape just behind it leapt with a startled cry.

Barry peered into the gloom, trying to bring his nephew's form into view. "Wally?" Suddenly, red eyes appeared, and lunged for the door.

Wally's P.O.V.

I woke up slowly, no longer feeling heavy, but my back still hurt. In fact, it hurt even more now, and for some reason so did my tailbone. It was actually possible to hurt the tailbone, I found. Which made no since because so far I'd fallen on my front or side, not my butt.

"..." ?

I rolled onto my stomach and let my feet dangle over the edge of my bed. The murmur was below me, which meant the League must be in the kitchen. I somehow was able to tell the murmurs apart. I heard Superman, then Robin, then Aqualad, then my Uncle. I whimpered as my back burned again, why hadn't he come to see me yet? Why wasn't anyone coming to see me? They locked me up and won't even talk to me. I jumped and whined in pain when I heard a thud from downstairs. I heard Uncle Barry's voice, and he sounded mad.

'Why is he mad? Is he mad at me?' I started to cry, I was in pain, I didn't know what was going on, and no one would talk to me. I arched as the burning returned, but this time it was ten times worse. The pain spread down my back, my flesh felt like I'd been stabbed with a white-hot poker, and I screamed as the pain began to tear at me.

"Wally!" I heard my Uncle call for me, and I tried to move, my body searing harder with every passing second. I heard people arguing outside my door, and suddenly it felt like something was ripping my skin apart on my back. I lay flat on the bed as the pain stopped, the hall going quiet. I felt my body cool down rapidly, and I was able to move. I tried to get off the bed, and fell flat on my face. I heard my Uncle moving just beyond the door, how I knew it was him I didn't know, but it was him.

I crawled to the door and put my hands on it. When I realized the door was still not going to open, I scowled and raked my nails on the metal. I felt him jump back, and I grinned, repeating it. When he gave no reaction, I snarled loudly, feeling him jump again, and I felt a wave of sadness come through the door. I whimpered, mirroring that feeling, I didn't mean to scare him. Like when I yelled at Miss Martian, I didn't mean it. I was sick, it really wasn't my fault. I snarled again, angry. It wasn't my fault, I was sick, they should be helping me, not locking me up like an animal!

"Wally?" It was Uncle Barry. I whimpered, wanting him to come back to the door. It worked, I felt his energy come closer, I felt my mood perk up a bit. I cleared my throat and whined at him. "Uncle Barry?" He sighed, the sound loud to me. "I'm scared. Why did I get locked in?" I put my hand to my chin and softly bit my knuckle. "I want to go home." There was silence beyond the door, and I panicked, thinking he'd left. "Uncle Barry?"

"It's okay Wally. I'm in front of the door. I'm not leaving, I promise." His voice was so nice. I pressed myself up against the door and whimpered.

"I want out. I'm sick, I want to go to the hospital." That was a lie. I didn't feel bad now, and I hated anything to do with doctors. Uncle must've seen through that because the door still did not open.

"I know, but you can't go there. You're sick in a different way." What did that mean? Nobody was telling me what was wrong with me, and I was getting tired of being in the dark. I started scratching at the door when my nose suddenly caught a scent. It was clean, a bit spicy, and sweet. I felt something wag as I breathed in the scent, scratching harder. I think I was trying to break down the door in an effort to get to that smell. I was getting freaked out again, this time by myself.

"I want to go home." I whined, feeling sick again. This was my home, I knew that, so why was I trying so hard to make him open the damn door? His voice floated in to me, hard and controlled.

"Wally, I need you to talk to me. Okay?" I cried, wanting him to get me out, but let a sniffle pass through me, and managed to utter 'Okay.' back to him. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

What? Last night? Hell, I can't even remember what I ate last night, let alone anything else! Wait...Something drifted through the haze, a pair of red eyes, a smile tipped by a fang...But...

We...We were on a mission...to catch...something, right?" That was all I was getting, remembering Batman's voice talking about a creature. "I can't remember, it's all blurry."

"Wally, try to remember, please. What happened to you last night during the mission?" I already told him I couldn't remember! I stood up, ready to just unlock the door myself and yell at him, when something moved along my shoulders. I fell on my knees in shock. The things twitched again, and I felt a surge of fresh panic well up in me. I felt for the door, and slammed my hand on it. Hard. Something was wrong...

"Uncle? Let me see a mirror." There was no way...It wasn't real, it was just fantasy right? I heard something tap against the door, and suddenly my vision was filled with bright, bright, too bright! I jumped backwards screaming, blinking the tears in my eyes away.

"Wally?" I looked at the doorway. It was my Uncle, his cowl scrunched up in concern. I blinked again, and when his eyes met mine I leapt forward to embrace him. I stopped when the light hit my eyes again.

Regular Third Person's P.O.V.

Flash leapt backwards as his nephew fell short of the door, sitting on the floor in plain sight, the light of the corridor illuminating him. Then, Wally looked up, and Barry backed away with a startled cry. Wally whimpered, cowering on the floor.

"Please...let me see a mirror." Reki snapped her fingers, and a full length mirror covered in a tarp appeared beside her. It would've fallen to the ground if Superman hadn't caught it. He held it up, and stared at Wally.

"Are you sure? Wally, you're...you've been changed, and what you see may startle you." The red-head sobbed, the sound echoeing around the crowd.

"Just let me see! I don't want to be kept in the dark anymore." Reki pulled off the tarp, and Wally went rigid.

His eyes were the first thing he noticed. The emerald green eyes he and his uncle boasted were gone, replaced by two large cherry red orbs as bold as his hair. Which now hung to his chin in streams of crimson. His skin was pale, to the extent that he looked dead, but when his mouth fell open in shock was the thing he had been dreading. Four pointed fangs hung at the corners of his jaws. Something caught his eye, a movement at his shoulder, and slowly, he turned his back towards the mirror.

Barry watched in pain as the red eyes shrank, taking in the sight of two miniature bat wings extending from between his shoulder blades. They were a dark, blood maroon color, and twitched when Wally did, reacting to his movements. A long, maroon-colored tail, ending in a spade shaped tip, looped around and twitched almost cat-like. The third extension sprouted from the point just between his hips, and it was then than Wally realized something weird. He was hot. No, honestly, his new complexion and his hair now lengthened, coupled with the wings and tail, he looked sexy as hell. His eye twitched when he realized what he was thinking.

"What...What happened to me?" His voice was heavy, and he brought his hands up to examine them as well. They were tipped with sharpened nails, but nothing had really changed about them. Reki moved forward and poked his cheek.

"You were bitten by a incubus. Congradulations, you're now a sex monster."

Wally fainted a few seconds later.

I honestly don't know where this plot bunny came from, but who cares? Party time! German sparkle party!(blows noise-maker) Oh, btw, I noticed my other story got a lot of favorites, but no reviews? You lazy asses! Write freaking comments or I'll remove the damn story! As for this story?

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Okay, went through and made some changes, thanks to a reviewer pointing something out. See? It's important to review, and catch my retarded mistakes before someone gets mad. Namely, me.