Hey guys it's Rellow :) Here with another fic but this time it's a bit more serious than the other two! *cue dramatic music* Yeah...I think it counts as KF angst but i'm not too sure :( I'm not actually sure if Wally's not allowed to take coffee (he probably is) but this is my imagination so yeah. It's not counted as AU but...let's just go with it. I'll get KF to read the summary again in case you guys forgot.

Wally: Do I have to? I feel weird talking in third-person.

Rellow: Just do it. Robin's waiting to prank you. Oops! Spoiler! (not for this chapter of course!)

Wally: Sigh, fine. Dramatic music again please!

*dramatic music*

Wally: Wow, this thing rocks! We shoulda lent it to James Cameron when he was doing Avatar. You could've landed some big dough-

Rellow and team: GET ON WITH IT.

Wally: Alright, alright...

Summary: There's a reason why Kid Flash doesn't drink coffee. High metabolism just isn't cutting him enough slack. And Wally definitely didn't want a repeat of the worst hours, or in everyone else's case - the worst millisecond of his life.

Rellow: While you're at it, can you add in a disclaimer?

Wally: OMG, that was so awkward...third person talking is really weird. T_T Rellow doesn't own YJ or any of us. Happy?

Rellow: It'll do :)

Thirteen year-old Wally West had just finished his second bowl of pasta and was asking for thirds. Mary West happily obliged and filled Wally's once full bowl to the brim. He was excited; Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris were coming over to pick him up for a day at the new Science Museum that opened two blocks down. Oh, the things he and Barry would talk about!

"Wallace Rudolph West!"

Wally sighed. Of course, he couldn't have a perfect day for just once in his life!

"What?" He answered, pursing his lips half in anticipation and fear as his father stormed down the stairs with a coffee mug in his hand.

"What the crap is this, Wallace?" Rudolph West demanded, shaking the coffee mug left and right to emphasize his point…whatever it was.

"It's c-coffee," Wally stuttered. Right, that might not have been the brightest answer he could think up of but his mind was completely on the Science Museum now! Wally didn't have time for whatever issues his father had.

"I asked for decaf, runt!"

Wally mentally face-palmed himself. He was so excited (and hungry) that when Rudy had asked for his morning coffee, Wally reached out for the nearest bag…which happened to be the MaxiCoff* bag. Wally had laughed at the name when Mary had brought him along to pick up some groceries because MaxiCoff sounded a lot like MaxiCough, and who would want to drink a coffee that makes you cough at your maximum?

But Wally couldn't laugh now, because Rudy was fixing him with a really dangerous glare and Wally just wanted to have a pleasant day at the Museum. Yeah, laughing in front of Rudy was so going to make the guy reconsider beating him up for not getting him decaf.

"Crap crap crap crap crap crap," was the only thing going through Wally's head as Rudy stalked towards him, the mug of coffee getting closer and closer.

A brief memory fluttered behind Wally's eyes; Kid Flash's birthday. It was just two weeks ago that he had woken up in the hospital with Barry, or rather the Flash, beside him. Wally's uncle had explained everything to him; what had happened, his secret identity, and one of the most important things he had come to note.

"It is especially dangerous for a speedster to take in high amounts of caffeine, so I don't suggest taking any coffee," Barry had warned. Wally raised his hand to protest.

"What about candies? Are sweets safe? Oh my word, what about chocolates?" Wally speed-talked, mortified by the thought of never eating chocolate for the rest of his life.

Barry laughed. "Sweets are fine, chocolates too (to this Wally sighed in relief). My only concern is coffee," Barry concluded, after which he sped off and came back with a tub of Hershey's from who-knows-where.

Wally was tugged roughly out of his memory by Rudy's gruff hands. Rudy had grabbed onto Wally's flaming hair, tilting his head upwards.

"Drink it," Rudy hissed. Wally's eyes widened and he directed his eyes down to look at the cup in his father's hand. Wally tried to shake his way out of Rudy's grip but that only resulted in his father tightening his fist around Wally's hair.

"I said 'Drink it'," Rudy repeated, shoving the mug of coffee under Wally's nose. "You know we don't waste, even if it was badly made by a small rat that can't do anything right."

Mary West stood in the corner of the room, watching silently as her husband forced MaxiCoff down her son's throat. She knew she couldn't do anything; she was powerless. Oh, how badly she wanted to help Wally. She would have drank the coffee for him (doesn't seem like much, huh), but her allergies wouldn't allow her to. She watched, close to tears as the cup's contents were emptied and Wally collapsed to the floor, clutching his throat.

"Wally?" She called worriedly as Rudy stomped past her and back up the stairs. She walked towards her son, calling his name softly but the only reply she received were the heinous coughs that threatened their way out of Wally's mouth. (A/N: Looks like MaxiCoff really does make people cough…Sorry, let's continue with the serious note.)

Wally shut his eyes and steadied his breathing.

"Wally," he heard his mother call. "Wall-"

Wally blinked his eyes open when his mother's voice was suddenly cut short. She was standing a few feet away from him, her hands clasped to her chest, her back and legs slightly bent into something like a half-squat. Her eyes held a worried gaze, but what Wally realized was that she wasn't moving. He sped to his feet and pulled his face right up to hers. He waved his hand in front of her, but Mary West still remained statue-like.

Wally sped towards the stairs and looked up. His father was still on the way up, frozen there just like Mary. Panic surged up inside Wally. "Think Wally, think!" He yelled at himself.

Alright…Barry said not to drink coffee. Why? Because high intakes of caffeine were dangerous to speedsters…

"Oh no," Wally gulped as he ran out of his house, from neighbor to neighbor. Each house was in the same state as his; the occupants frozen in their daily activities, oblivious to him.

"I'm caffeine high," Wally said out loud. He was moving so darn fast that no one could keep up with him. Heck, he was going so fast that the world couldn't keep up with him.

It was like someone had a universal remote and the whole world was on pause. Wally ran around the world to check and double-check.

Wally remembered calling for his uncle, shouting at the top of his lungs. "UNCLE BARRY!"

"UNCLE BARRY! IF YOU'RE OUT THERE, PLEASE HELP ME! UNCLE BARRY!"

Fifteen year-old Wally West bolted awake in his bed, his clothes hugging his sweaty skin. "It's just the same old stupid dream," he murmured to no one in particular, though more likely to himself. His eyes darted around the room.

He was in Mount Justice. His dad wasn't here and it didn't look like there was any coffee within a mile of him.

"Wally, are you okay?"

"Sorry Miss M, did I wake you up?" Wally sent back the telepathic message.

"There was just…this really strong emotional wave coming from you. I wasn't sure whether to wake you up…so…"

"Sorry Meg. You can go back to sleep. It's just a nightmare," Wally reassured her, trying his best to put on a 'mental-smile'. He must have been believable enough because a few moments after, Wally felt the familiar sense of the link being tuned off. And alas, his mind was his own again.

But sleep didn't come, no matter how hard he tried. "I know that I'm just scared…" Wally whispered. "I'm scared that no one will be around when I wake up."

*: MaxiCoff is not a real brand of coffee (duh, cos who would call their coffee MaxiCoff?) It's purely fictional.

Well this is the end of the first chapter of my FIRST non-one shot. :D yay!

The second chapter will probably be uploaded on Thursday latest Friday! Reviews are highly appreciated :D

Wally: Yeah, I love all my adoring fans~

That's Rellow, signing off! :D