I FREAKING LOVE YOUNG JUSTICE! I am totally surprised that I haven't posted anything about YJ on here before seeing as how I've been a total KF fan girl since like forever! The Flash family are my favourite superheroes since I was a kid, especially Wally West! So I was super glad that he was the one that ended up being in YJ, not that Barry isn't totally awesome too!

So here I am, writing a series of oneshots about the three brotherly (in my head) characters, Wally, Robin and Roy; although most of them will centre on Wally since I have a total fan crush on him!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YJ BUT IF I DID I WOULD BE ABLE TO DIE HAPPY!

Little Brothers may cook for you when you're sick, but they'll always leave you to clean up the mess!

Roy Harper flitted in and out of consciousness, the heat practically steaming off his feverish body. He had caught a cold while on reconnaissance and it was safe to say that he wasn't handling it particularly well. He rarely caught colds and the sensation was, if anything, a little new to him. He briefly noted how lucky Kid Flash was to avoid all this trouble and then surrendered himself to the beckoning sleep once more.

"No…that doesn't go in there…do eggs go in the mix?"

"Why the heck would you put eggs in soup, Kid Fail? Wait, did you just put peppers in there?"

He was woken suddenly by two familiar voices ringing in his ears, voices that seemed to be trying to keep quiet but were failing miserably.

Roy groaned as, even in his fevered state, he summed up the situation.

He was sick with a 101 degree fever, and now? Now he had visitors. Unwanted, loud visitors.

He heard something smash in the kitchen of his apartment and felt his stomach turn. For some reason it sounded valuable.

"Oops. You didn't see me do that okay," he heard KF's nervous voice say, accompanied by Robin's amused cackling.

"Good job, butter-fingers. Remind me never to leave you unsupervised with Bruce's priceless china."

"It's just a mug? Right? Oh god, what if its an antique?!"

"Does Roy look like the type to keep antiques in one of his cupboards? Hey, KF. Calm down, you're vibrating like crazy!"

SMASH!

Roy groaned in his bed as he heard another crash emerge from the kitchen. He wanted to get up and shout at them, but he was finding it hard to raise himself from the bed. He had next to no energy and those two, as usual, had way too much.

"Hey, Rob. Is Roy allergic to anything?"

"How the heck should I know. Am I a walking Red Arrow encyclopaedia?"

"Ok, point taken. But you know, like, everything there is to know about me."

"That's just 'cause you're like an open book. You suck at keeping secrets."

"Well, I've kept yours for long enough, D.I.C.K!" Wally stated, accentuating each letter of his friends name as he said it.

"Touche," Robin admitted.

Roy heard what he thought was them high-fiving each other and sighed.

'Idiots,' he thought to himself.

He coughed when he felt something tickling his throat, each cough more furious than the last, and fumbled around for the bottle of water he kept at his bedside. His lax control of his hand sent the bottle crashing to the floor with an audible thud.

Seconds later, both of his young friends came rushing into his bedroom with looks of alarm, and Roy had to resist the urge to burst out laughing. Wally wore what seemed to be his aunt Iris' bright pink apron and had a dishcloth covering his flame coloured hair, all the while grasping onto a metal ladle. Robin, on the other hand, was for some reason covered in flour. It rested in his black hair and patched his skin. Every step he took closer into the room sent a new layer of flour fluttering onto the floor.

'Ah, screw it,' Roy thought to himself.

Seconds later, he burst out laughing at the two teenagers in front of him, who merely looked at him with confused expressions before starting to grin. Roy's laughter was infectious, and soon enough the three of them were laughing like crazy, holding their stomach's in pain.

When Robin sneezed on the flour that kept falling from his head they laughed even harder.

By the end of the giggle fit, the three were red in the face and wincing with stomach pain and Roy was coughing harder than ever. He wheezed painfully, holding a hand to his neck gingerly. The fit of laughter hadn't exactly helped his condition, even though it had been fun.

He had needed to laugh, and as usual those two had been involved.

He looked at the two teenagers in front of him, noting their dishevelled appearances, their red faces and their panting, and nearly started to laugh again. Instead he opted to question them.

"What the hell are you rejects doing here?"

Both Wally and Dick turned to grin at each other and then without a single word being spoken the redhead dashed into the kitchen. When he returned he held a bowl of something in his hand.

And that was the only word Roy could think to use.

It was a something. He had never seen such an unappealing liquid before in his life, and he had been forced to trail through a sewer more than once.

"Is that poison?" he asked sarcastically, eyebrow raised in criticism.

"Nope! Rob and I heard you were sick so we came over to make you soup!" Wally stated proudly, chest puffed out.

Roy looked at his friends, and then back to the dish that Wally held in his hands.

"There is no way in hell I'm touching that stuff. I'll take being sick over being dead, thanks," the older redhead said coldly.

He saw Wally pout his lips in disappointment, shortly followed by Robin and sighed.

'Those puppy dog eyes, I swear…'

"Fine. But if I get worse I am totalling you," he said with a sigh, giving in entirely to his younger friends.

For some reason they always had that effect on him.

And it was irritating.

Roy sat up with Robin's help, although he kept saying he was fine to do it by himself, and took the bowl and spoon that Wally offered him. He looked at the murky 'soup' in his hands and dipped the spoon in, half expecting it to start melting. When it didn't cause an immediate chemical reaction he pulled the spoon out and raised it rather anxiously to his lips, ignoring the stares that Robin and Wally were giving him.

After a moments hesitation he stuck the spoon in his mouth and gulped the soup down.

It slithered down.

Actually slithered.

And he was sure that he had just swallowed a whole mushroom.

"This tastes like ass," he said simply, his face set into a frown.

Wally and Robin's faces fell at the news that they had failed, and they hung their heads in defeat. Seeing their disappointed looks Roy once more gave up on playing it cool.

Roy's voice rang out once more, his face red either with the fever or with embarrassment.

"I don't like soup. How about some oatmeal instead?"

The result of his words was instantaneous. Wally and Robin's faces immediately retained their usual cheerful expression's at Roy's suggestion and they both raised a hand to their foreheads in a mock salute.

"Roger that!"

"Aye aye captain!"

Within seconds they had retreated back into the kitchen, the level of noise they were creating even higher than before.

Roy sighed and leaned back into his pillows, a hint of a smile on his face. He closed his eyes and made to fall asleep…

"Hey Rob. How many spoonfuls of salt should I put in this thing.

"Well…Roy seems like a salty kind of guy. How about three? Do you use flour to make oatmeal? Gah!"

Roy heard a burst of laughter emerge from the kitchen and slapped a hand to his forehead. He knew that at the end of the day, as soon as he recovered, that he had one hell of a mess to clean up and two annoying brats to take care of.

But in the meantime, too tired to do anything and accompanied by the gleeful laughs and cheers of his 'little brothers' erupting from his kitchen, Roy Harper descended into a more comfortable sleep than usual.

SMASH

"Damn it!"

Until seconds later when he was rudely awoken once more.

There just had to be a sick-fic in here somewhere :D and I always imagined that it would go something like this. I imagine that Wally is actually a pretty good cook (being a bottomless pit and all) but let's just pretend for a minute that his genius doesn't stretch to the culinary arts shall we? I personally suck at cooking so I can understand why they're having such difficulty!

Is it just me or is sick Roy even more tsundere than usual lol!

Please let me know what you think and whether I should continue or not, because I probably don't put half as much effort in if I know people aren't interested. I have read so many good YJ stories on this site that it would be a shame to put something that was only half decent out there!

I'll be back in a flash with chapter 2! (See what I did there uhk huck huck goofy laugh).