Central City, Missouri

January 27th 2004, 9pm

Danville, Allen-West Residence

Barry had been out with Superman and Wonder Woman that day. The League at this point in time really didn't have many magic users except for Zatara, whom was rarely ever actually around. This meant that Barry and Diana were the only ones the Kryptonian would find much of a challenge in. Well, with fighting at least. Batman and The Question were actually pretty kickass at chess. Poor Supes always lost, but that was besides the point. You see, they'd just gotten done with training and Barry had offered to cook them some food like the good senior hero he was. After an obligatory crack about his diet they agreed and had all made it back to Central. After changing into their civvies they footed it to his house. Almost in conjunction with them turning the corner onto his street, lightning had struck the house. Not just any part of the house... It had struck Wally's room, and exploded.

"Wally… Oh god, Wally!"

The boy groaned as he lay on his back, blinking up at the ceiling. He lifted the lightning rod up into the air and glared at it for a moment, pushing the blame from himself to the piece of metal. He knew it would hurt but he didn't think it'd hurt that much. He threw it under his bed in anger, not wanting to look at it anymore. His whole body felt tingly, and he wasn't sure if it was good thing or not. His brain was yelling for him to move, move, move, but his body was in some legitimate pain. Staying on the floor so that he wouldn't have to stretch his sore body was just fine in his book. Wally barely noticed the gush of wind that came moments before being scooped up into someone's arms.

"Wally! Kiddo, are you alright?"

He looked up at his Uncle as his vision started to blur, "I feel really weird," he tried

"That'd be the lightning I'd assume," said an understanding male voice.

Wally glanced at the doorway and saw both a familiar man and woman, both in their usual suits, "Hi , Ms. Prince."

Barry was spazzing out but Wally's vision was fading in and out to much to notice, "OK… OK! We need to get you to the hospital! Wait, are those beakers on the floor? Did they hit you? Oh god, if they hit you I might not be able to take you to the hospital! You might be a - Wait! I can have Doctor Palmer take a look at you, he knows about us! I just gotta call-"

Ms. Prince spoke up, "Barry! You need to calm down."

"Calm down?! One of my kids just got struck by lightning, he could have died! For all I know he still might die!"

Mr. Kent put his arms up defensively, "She's right. You freaking out isn't going to help anything. Let's get him someplace safe, like The Hall, and call this doctor friend of yours, OK?"

"R-right. You're both right," the man said as he scooped his child up in his arms, "Let's go!"

Washington D.C.

January 27th 2004, 9pm

The Hall of Justice

Wally remembered Doctor Palmer. He was fairly sure that the brown haired man was the family's personal doctor. Whenever Dawn, Don or Barry needed a check up they never went to the hospital. Instead this man would come, and do what needed to be done. Then leave just as quickly. The man had never done a check up on Wally though. The boy would go to the hospital for check ups just like Iris would. Honestly, it felt strange to be the center of the man's attention.

"This is going to hurt for just a second."

"That's what you said the other eight times - Yeow!"

Wally rubbed his shoulder and glared at the man. The man had taken blood from him a total of nine times now, and boy was Wally sick of that. He didn't like needles at the best of times. Yes, he knew this whole process was necessary, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Which he didn't. At all. Still, he waited there patiently. Or at least what counted as patient in his family.

Doctor Palmer sighed as he watched the boy tap his foot up and down. He knew full well that even if the kid wasn't a Speedster that he'd definitely inherited the iconic attitude. Probably thanks to living with a bunch of them. The doctor put the blood samples into a machine of his own creation. The small contraption had been designed to detect any active metagenes in a person. It was new, but thanks to the League, and the Society he was able to test it fairly quickly and prove that it did indeed work. Heck, even the Doom Patrol pitched in with the experiment.

Doctor Palmer looked to the boy, then to the machine, and then back at the boy. He'd need at least twenty, if not thirty minutes for the results to come. The man scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to do. Superman and Wonder Woman were currently keeping Flash from storming in. If Flash was in the room Palmer knew that he'd be backseat driving the whole process. After all, if there was anything Palmer truly knew about The Flash, it's that the man's name was actually Barry and that he was extremely protective over his children. Palmer noticed the glare that Wally was giving him and decided that he might as well get the questioning over with.

"So - Um… Wally, right? How're you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"You're a bit of a potty mouth, aren't you?"

"That one isn't even that bad."

"That doesn't really have anything - I mean… I guess I should be more specific. How's your appetite?"

Wally hugged his stomach, "I could eat a horse."

Palmer looked at Wally for a moment, wondering if the boy was embarrassed or something. After a few seconds he walked over to the cupboard and started digging around. He managed to find a box of granola bars and tossed it to Wally, who immediately ripped it open. They were currently in the cafeteria of The Hall of Justice, and Palmer didn't like it one bit. For one, it was the place that made the absolute least sense to give someone a medical check up in, and two, because it was a tourist attraction. People would come from all around the world just to look through the big, three story windows. This place had once been the Society's headquarters, but most of them were retired and the the League decided to choose a much more hidden HQ in the forms of Mt. Justice down in Palo Alto and The Watchtower in New York City. All in all, Palmer didn't feel safe here, even with three of Earth's "mightiest heroes" waiting in the hallway.

Palmer shook the thoughts from his mind and continued the line of questioning, "Do you feel more active than usual?"

"Yeah. Well, more active than a person who was struck by lightning probably should be feeling," the boy said with a mouthful of granola.

"Yep, definitely inherited the Speedster table manners from them," the doctor thought to himself. Trying not to show the disgust on his face Palmer continued, "Alright. Do things seem like they're moving slower to you."

"I don't know. It depends on whether or not that clock is slow."

"It isn't."

"Then yeah, I guess so."

Palmer gave him a concerned look, "I see…"

Eventually the doctor ran out of legitimate need to know questions. However he didn't want the remainder of time to pass in awkward silence, so he began asking about other things. Like grades, and hobbies, and how the rest of the family was doing. Palmer truly was struggling, he had no idea how to handle children.

"Um… I know! How are the twins going?"

No response. Looking away from his machine he spared a glance at Wally. At least where Wally was suppose to be. He was gone, the only thing he'd left behind was the empty granola box and a bunch of wrappers. The machine beeped before giving out the results in a robotic voice, "Subject tests 90% positive for having active metagenes. Probability of 62.5% that subject can be defined as a Speedster."

"While data is inconclusive on the subject it should be known that the subject may also have the abilities of Molecular Oscillation, Quantum Phasing, Accelerated Thinking, Super Strength, Aerokinesis, Regenerative Healing, Photon Healing, Vibration Emission, and Self-Telekinesis among other potential side abilities, as these are all abilities often associated with Super Speed. It should be noted however that it is highly unlikely that the subject will have obtained all of these abilities."

Palmer just stared at the machine blankly.

Doctor Palmer had at one point zoned out, which had been all Wally needed. He really, really didn't like doctors. He'd seen too many late night horror movies with evil surgeons to feel comfortable around actual doctors. Wally solely blamed Dawn on that account. As Wally walked through the various pathways he realized more and more that he had no idea where he was going, let alone where he was. When he'd first snuck out of the room he'd heard his Uncle talking with some people, and booked it in the other direction. Not because he thought he was in trouble, but because he'd wanted to explore. He continued onwards, searching through every room he could. They were mostly boring to be honest. Either having nothing in them, or having a bunch of old crates - There really wasn't much to explore in terms of interesting. That is until he found a giant double door. Tall enough to reach the ceiling and the metal bits rusting all around. Wally quirked an eyebrow and smirked.

"He's gone!"

Palmer flinched as one Barry Allen began to have, for lack of a better term, a massive freakout. If there was anything to know about the man, it's that he was insanely protective of his family. If his family wasn't someplace he could get to easily, he'd become somewhat spastic. So as Barry yelled things like "How could you have lost him?!" Palmer simply gave Superman and Wonder Woman a pleading look. The only answer he received was a glare from the Amazon and a very animated shrug from the Kryptonian. Palmer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He raised his voice to what he hoped was a high enough volume to be heard over Barry's rantings.

"He's also tested positive to being a Speedster."

This shut Barry up, for a moment anyway. While this would be the time where most people would stand dumbfounded with their mouth opening and closing like a pet goldfish that would eventually end its journey by being flushed down a toilet, Barry's brain was already well past that stage. Unfortunately for Palmer that meant he was back to freaking his shit out. Barry was quite literally vibrating with worry. Palmer sighed again as he scratched the back of his head. He most certainly wasn't the most emotional person in the world, making situations like this were simply awkward for the man. The doctor spared another pleading glance towards the alien. Palmer had heard it told many a time that Superman was almost as much a boy scout as Barry, if not more so. The blue-clad man thankfully caught the doctor's expression.

Putting a hand on the older man's shoulder he said, "Now Barry, this building is pretty big and easy to get lost in. He's probably still here… somewhere."

"Huh? Y-yeah! You're right," he said frantically before running off, checking every room he could.

Palmer sighed once more, this time in relief. He picked his bag up off the coffee table and started heading towards the direction of the Zeta Tubes. Before he could even take a third step he felt a hand grip the back of his collar and before he knew it he was suspended a few inches off the ground. He could just barely feel the glare burning into the back of his skull.

"Where do you think you're going," Wonder Woman asked angrily.

Palmer narrowed his eyes. He was annoyed that his current position made it impossible for him to have visual contact with the woman. Despite that he resigned himself to simply look at the long dead house fern in front of him as he spoke, "I don't see why you're so angry with me. I did my job, did I not? I've got other meta-humans waiting for a doctor! Now let. Me. Go."

The warrior scoffed before dropping him. He watched her fly off to search for the boy before patting the creases out of his coat. As he did so the transporter flitted him somewhere far away where a new patient was waiting. Wonder Woman caught up to Superman, who simply floated in place as he watched the older man run about. The Flash had been understandably using his powers to check each room. Given the baffled look on the Kryptonian's face she could guess that he'd given up checking the rooms. In fact, every time Superman had been about to check a room himself The Flash had zoomed in past him and was out again in a matter of seconds.

"Let's um… just move further down, yeah?"

Wonder Woman nodded in agreement.

Wally walked around the room with his mouth agape and near starstruck wonder in his eyes. This was the room where the Justice Society once held meetings. A round table with many chairs were the first known generation of guardians had gathered stood in the center of the room. Wally wiped his hand across the silver, metallic table and was genuinely surprised when an entire layer of thick dust covered the palm of his hand. He stared at his hand for a moment, wondering why a place that was so important was so under cared for. Shaking his head he wiped the dust off onto his jeans and pulled out his phone with the other one.

Checking briefly to see if the lightning bolt had fried more than just him Wally clicked the on button. He let out a sigh of relief when his phone successfully turned on and almost immediately began snapping pictures of the room. First of the table then of the huge consol across the room. Wally knew full well that the giant computer-esque construct had been extremely advanced for it's time, but by today's standards it gave off a very "lost technology" vibe. He snapped more pictures with enthusiasm, unaware of the two heroes making their entrance.

"There you are," Clark sighed with relief.

Wally's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before they landed on the pair. When he saw them a large grin spread across his face. He ran over to them at a thankfully still normal pace and hooked his arms around the woman's waist.

Diana hugged him back, "Why hello to you too."

Wally laughed as he looked up at the tall woman, "Does that mean you guys are in on it too?"

Clark quirked an eyebrow at this, "What do you mean by that?"

At the same time Wally opened his mouth to speak Barry collided into Clark's back. At superspeed. The force was enough to cause the alien to stumble a few feet forward, while Barry fell backwards with a rather loud thud as he landed butt first on the floor. Wally laughed once more as he saw his Uncle rub his nose in mild pain before going over and offering the blonde man his hands.

"Thanks," Barry said as he allowed the boy to haul him to his feet. Then he realized who he was talking to and he filled with worry and anger and fear which was like worry but somehow different.

"What did you think you were doing?!"

"You make it sound like I did it on purpose," the boy said nonchalantly.

Barry had no reason to believe the boy did. Unfortunately the boy's nonchalance about the whole thing and the unlikelihood that it was a coincidence made it seem like he had done it on purpose. Even then, how could Wally know the formula, let alone get the chemicals for it? Those didn't come in the kits you get at the mall. Still, Barry had to ask. "Did you?"

Wally just shook his head, causing Barry to be even more suspicious. Wally wasn't the type of kid to lie to someone's face. During the few times Barry had witnessed him try to do so the kid got eerily quiet but no one ever questioned it because he's got almost impossibly big puppy dog eyes that Iris insists he must get from his grandma. As one of his parental units Barry didn't fall into the trap as easily as everyone else did. Iris didn't fall for that all. To bad she wasn't here.

Barry rubbed a hand across his face, "We'll talk about that later. Right now we have bigger things to discuss."

"Like that I'm a Speedster."

Diana looked down at him, "How'd you know that?"

Wally shrugged and gave her the eyes, "That's... just what Doctor Palmer's machine said" He paused for a moment while his face scrunched up before he looked at his Uncle in irritation, "He poked me with a lot of needles."

"Wally," Barry sighed exasperated, "This is really serious. You understand? Things are going to be different now. You're going to have to train a lot and then decide what you're going to do with that training, if anything."

Wally did know that this was serious. He also knew that Barry would act serious after a panic attack or two. He didn't know that he'd have to see Barry look at him with… fear? That might be too strong a word. Maybe it was just anxiety. Or it really could be fear, the type of fear only a parent could feel. It was too raw of an expression for Wally to tell.

He decided not to give his uncle a hard time and nodded.

Central City, Missouri

January 27th 2004, 10pm

Danville, Allen-West Residence

The first thing Wally was made to do was listen to his Uncle explain that he was The Flash. This wasn't a surprise, but Wally wasn't ready to admit that yet. What did surprise him was The new knowledge that Mr. Kent and Ms. Prince were really Superman and Wonder Woman. When he saw them there in The Hall he knew that they had to be heroes, he just didn't expect them to be those heroes. Two thirds of "The Big Three" as the media liked to call them. Although now that he looked at Mr. Kent, at Superman, he started to wonder how he didn't make the connection. Hiding in plain sight, maybe? The second thing he was made to do was tell the rest of their family. When Barry had taken him back to the house the three of them were waiting outside. Iris' rust red hair was in a messy bun, and she had bags under her eyes. Dawn was hopping all over the place. Jumping, doing flips and cartwheeling, in a futile attempt to dissipate the energy that had been born from her worry. Lastly there was Don, who sat on the porch next to his mother, back rigid and face emotionless. He had shut down after he found out what had happened.

Considering his decision to blow himself up on purpose was why they were acting like, well Wally felt more than a little guilty. When he and Barry had rounded the corner Dawn was the first to see them, and before Wally knew it he was being assaulted by one of his cousin's bone crushing hugs. Despite the fact that that he that he was far too old to be picked up he let her carry him back to the house anyway. Soon after that they found themselves around the kitchen table, and an awkward silence filled the air. Wally sat there, wondering what on Earth he should say. He wanted Barry to not have to be the one to explain, because that wouldn't be fair to him, Wally felt. He wanted Iris to unfold her arms, and to stop clawing at her sleeves. Partially because he thought she'd rip holes into sleeves but also because he'd rather her be yelling at him for doing something so dangerous instead of having the well hidden panic attack that was boiling underneath the surface. Wally also wanted to slap the dominoes that Don was sorting off of the table, because his cousin's attempt to pretend nothing was happening was pissing him off. He also wished that Dawn would let go of his hand because it was probably going to bruise from the force of her grip, and he was really, really lucky that the skin on his body wasn't roasted to a fine crisp right now. Getting out of this injury free would be a miracle.

Unfortunately Wally couldn't think of a single damn thing to say.

"So is he… like the three of you?" It was Iris' voice, laced with worry and cracking with effort. When Barry nodded she let out a sigh that Wally couldn't decipher. It wasn't relief, that much Wally could tell. So maybe it was acceptance? Wally didn't know, he always had trouble reading his Aunt.

"He has to train," Barry sighed. "If he wants to learn how to control his powers he has to. It was the only way I was able to. The Twins had to once their powers started to show up."

Iris nodded before looking to the side, "Tomorrow. Start tomorrow. Let's all just be together for now."

Wally looked at his feet. He was ashamed for causing his family such a scare, but he had good reasons. He wanted to help people. He had resources to make himself into something that could help people, so he did. Now he had his chance.

A/N: So Wally finally has his powers. I know it's taken a long while but I needed the time to establish future characters. There's probably some arc fatigue going on for you guys and I'm sorry. During high school I had a very busy schedule and I'm now trying to adjust to college life. Plus I'm expanding the fan universe into (currently) three more stories. Tales of The Gotham Knights, the origin of this universe's Batman and Batwoman, Tales of Team Arrow, which is about Green Arrow and Black Canary, Tales of Wonder which is about this universe's version of Wonder Woman. I also have a mini-story about the origins of Aquaman (yes, I am taking his character seriously), and a story about Superman, but I have no idea when either are going to happen. Neither have a name yet, but it's safe to assume Tales will probably be in the title to some capacity. Basically what I'm saying is updating has been hard, especially after my laptop broke (for 4 months!) and I now have a policy about not updating a story until I have at least three chapters do due to the fact I personally think my chapters are short. Although for this fan-verse I might make an exception and update when three are done, but those three don't have to be for the same story since the Tales series is all in in the same fan continuity.