A/N:Just your average one shot compilation based upon Young Justice. [Of course, Wally is sort of my favorite- I'm a sucker for the Flash, what can I say? So...enjoy the stories of him being, y'know, ALIVE. (Because he isn't dead.)]

Disclaimer: I don't own Young justice or anything of the sort- I merely obsess

Looking up at the sky, he could see why people believed in magical things. There really isn't a sight quite as wondrous as a clear sky in the Rockies. These stars are simply mesmerizing. Of course, science told him they were nothing but giant, flaming balls of gas and other elemental compounds billions of light years away- an impossible distance, really. Not a single spark of 'magic' involved. Nope, Just cold, hard scientific fact. And yet...

Shaking his head, Wally finally snapped out of his trance. With a quick glance around, he unstrapped himself from his board, allowing himself one more final gaze up at the slopes before setting the old thing in one of the open slots on the rack. It was freezing in the Rockies. A good twelve degrees below zero with a slight breeze, but the young speedster didn't mind too much. It was New Years Eve, after all, he could be late to the party at Mount Justice. This place is so beautiful. He wouldn't miss this for all the hot chocolate in the world. Speaking of which,"Two hot chocolates, please." Wally mumbled through frozen lips. Not that his body's 'special abilities' didn't provide him enough warmth. In fact, Wally hardly noticed the cold, speedsters and their hyperactive molecules resulting in a much warmer body heat and all, but something about the drink just seemed right. With thirty minutes left in the year, a good luck kiss would be necessary and he had his eye on a pretty little brunette who looked to be in a desperate need of a warm beverage.

Grabbing the two drinks, Wally strolled over quickly claiming the open seat to her right.

"Hey, uh, didn't I ride up the lift with you earlier tonight?"

He had, actually. In fact, more than once. The first time happened to be chance- the luck of the line, he supposed. But the second time had been strategic. Normally he kept to the backside of the mountain where the windchill tended to disagree with most people- especially at night, seeing as runs are limited when night-riding which opened the metaphorical door for Wally to go maybe a little too-fast without attracting a whole lot of attention. However, she had stayed on the main runs with what Wally assumed were her friends. Lucky for him, her friends didn't seem to enjoy the cold the same way she and Wally did and retired to the lodge a good hour before midnight. Now, he wouldn't be Wally West if he wasn't as smooth as ice.

With a startled look up, irritated brown eyes met excited forest green. "Uh, yeah. Yellow jacket, the boarder who nearly took me out. Twice."

With a nervous chuckle, Wally rubbed the back of his neck searching for the right words to diffuse the mildly amused yet angry tone she used. "Yeah... Sorry about that." He attempted nonchalantly. Holding out the extra hot chocolate, Wally have his signature lop-sided smile, "I brought a peace offering."

"Hot chocolate?"

"Amends?" Wally smirked with a slight nod.

Hesitantly she grabbed the warm drink before taking an equally hesitant sip all the while eyeing the quirky stranger. Out of what seemed to be a rational thought process, she decided to take note of his appearance on the off-chance he was of a more deceptive nature than his apparent naivety displayed. His hair was a shockingly bright orange and was hilariously wind-whipped, most of it angled to the right in what was almost an accidental quiff.

"Names Wally, um, and you are..."

Thinking back to earlier when she had first met him she realized he had made a grand effort to get into line- most likely to sit by her again, she smiled as she thought back to the adorable recklessness the boy demonstrated.

"Out of your league, buddy."

"Wha-uh, I w-" he stammered, taken aback. Mentally slapping herself, the brunette marveled at his army of freckles and how much contrast his paling face allowed them to stand out even more. She always thought freckles were cute. Quickly she amended,"I meant skill-wise. You're good, but with the speed you got to the lift, its clear to me that you could use some practice. I mean stopping is sort of a fundamental procedure when skiing or snowboarding, no offence."

With an indignant shrug, Wally silently cursed his speed, "So I take it you come here often, then."

"Of course. I grew up on these mountains," with a mixture of longing and contentment she turned her gaze to the boy, sitting casually in what seemed to be an all too comfortable way, she couldn't help noting how at-home the teenager looked. "So what about you? You seem like the traveling type. Am I right or wrong?"

"Right, I suppose. I actually live in Central, uh, Central City in Missouri. But I was born in Blue Valley, Nebraska. I guess that sort of makes us neighbors." He replied with a chuckle.

"Guess so. Do you come for the holidays?"

"You could say that." He said, folding his arms behind his head.

How can a mere stranger feel like such an old friend? She thought before checking the clock behind his head. 11:55. Shoot.

"Well I certainly appreciate the drink, but I really must get going."

Suddenly realizing his chances were diminishing, Wally stood up and with a gesture somewhere between a bow and a wave, "A pretty woman like yourself should have an escort. You know, for safety and whatnot."

What happened next, even the girl herself would never understand. It's possible he could have spiked the drink- though one look at his innocent face and she threw that theory out the window. It was her own will- of course it was- she didn't believe the drink held any odd substances, yet, she can't deny how terribly out of character she was acting. Perhaps she'll blame it on the chill of the mountain air. Whatever it was, she wouldn't ever quite know why. With a sudden burst of confidence, she grabbed his coat, an eccentric yellow, and planted her lips onto his. For those few seconds, she simply kissed him. And when she pulled away, she couldn't deny how happy she was that she was the cause of his bright red blush and beaming smile.

Wally stood there, grinning like an idiot as she walked away. Every ounce of his body was itching to run after her and yet he couldn't even blink as she hollered over her shoulder, "So, I'll see you around, then, Wally?"

"Well I could use some practice."

She grinned and it was a beautiful smile.

"I'm sure we'll run into each other." She shouted back with a shy wave. She took only a few steps yet when she looked back to catch one last glance of the odd boy, he was gone.

And when Wally finally came walking in through the zeta-tube with only a minute left in the year, it was worth all the snide remarks.

A/N: This was rather odd for me to write- I'm generally unromantic. Eh, review anyways!