Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Kid Flash doesn't get to talk to Kaldur about the flower incident the next day or the day after that. In fact, he does find time to speak with his friend alone, despite being on the same team, until a full week later.
“Kaldur! Man, jeez,” Wally pants and holds onto his sides as if he has a cramp, “this really sucks. I need to talk to you though, okay?”
“This,” Kaldur unsheathes his water-bearers, “isn't the best time for conversation, Kid Flash.”
Wally motions to the space empty of people around them.
“Looks good to me; nice and private and--” the hero is cut of by the attack of the automated weapon he and his partner are currently fighting.
Kid Flash attempts to stare down the energy beams that continually separate him and the team leader whenever they find themselves close enough to talk. His tactic doesn't work well as he soon finds himself nearly singed for his efforts.
“What do you think happens if this thing touches us?” Kid Flash asks as he speeds his friend out of the ray of another blast.
Kaldur huffs as Wally drops him from his arms like a sack of potatoes.
“Sorry,” Wally offers meekly, “you're kind of heavy.”
Kaldur, having been Wally's friend for years, knows to ignore this comment and focus on the mission.
“For now, let us try to not learn from experience the capabilities of this device,” Kaldur orders.
Wally watches the trails of steam blowing around the metal tube's canister.
“I think you have the right idea there, Boss.”
Aqualad watches as a clump of dirt disappears when the beam hits the grass lawn. He frowns at an idea.
“Kal? I really need to talk to you,” Wally buts into his teammate's thoughts. “You see, it's about flowers.”
Aqualad does a double take.
“What?” He looks for flowers in the field and when he find none he wonders if they are disappearing as well.
“F-L-O-W-E-R-S. Like this,” Wally draws a five-petaled blossom in the air with his index finger, “I'm sure you've seen one before, bro.”
Kaldur uses every ounce of his manners to keep from rolling his eyes; he hates indulging in such unrefined courses of action.
“I believe I've seen these thing known as flowers, Kid Flash,” Kaldur states solemnly as he doges another blue stream of light.
“Ha! I've got you to admit that you know of the existence of flowers,” Wally snaps out a finger and points it accusingly at the blonde. “Now you can't deny where last week at approximately 7:34 PM.”
“Excuse me?” Kaldur doesn't understand Wally's logic.
“You we're with me and the flowers,” Wally declares as he pulls out a flower from his boot. Its rumpled form has lost all but one colored bloom. He prods the last limp pedal and directs his friend to look at it as they criss-cross away from the impending laser blasts.
“This is Exhibit A. Notice if you will that this color is purple.” Wally jumps up in the air over another beam from the weapon as if playing hopscotch. “May I inform his lofty benchiness,” Wally tips an imaginary hat to an imaginary judge, “that this color is not the hue which Mr. Aqualad was directed to match to the plaintiff's attire.”
Kaldur pauses then, no longer able to ignore where the conversation is heading, and turns to face his friend.
“I...I don't know what to say. It was...a mista--” he's cut off by a beam that cuts too close.
Kid Flash lunges out before the ray can hit Kaldur and pushes him aside. Wally ends up taking the blast full on. Kid Flash disappears as the flash of light dissipates, leaving Kaldur standing alone without any partner left to help fight the battle.
The multidimensional travel ray fizzes to a stop as it expels its last bits of energy transporting Wally away.
Kaldur finds that all the words which he has left unsaid now borrow deep into his throbbing mind.
Kaldur pulls up his comm and contacts the team.
“I think we have a problem.”
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A/N: Bleh. More when I can.
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Wally is a nerd and a geek before all else. He loves science for all the infinite possibles that each theoretical concept inspires. He seeks out every new type of technology which makes real the possibilities that ages ago would have been proclaimed magic (which is totally fake by the way). Wally obsesses over the ingenuity of video games and the complexity of comic book realities.
Wally is such a nerd and a geek that he risked his life to use the twin tools of science and technology combined to turn himself into a comic-esque hero.
For all these reasons, Kid Flash's first thought as he lands on a spongy ground-floor full of chopped up dandelions is that this is the coolest thing ever. He has crossed dimensions. The science-fiction fangasm fantasy causes Wally to embarrassingly break into a fit of giggles, manly giggles.
He has proven science to be the ultimate power in the world (take that magic) and, furthermore, learned that someone on his own Earth has invented a piece of beautiful technology which could only be better if it hadn't attacked him and his friend.
The hero's second thought as he observes the new world around him is that--
“Holy shit! The sky is purple,” he says as his jaw drops open wide. A redheaded woman with many laugh lines edging her face offers Wally a hand up from the ground.
“You really shouldn't curse that way, Kid,” she reprimands gently as she pulls him into an embrace.
“Aunt Iris?” Wally doesn't believe his eyes. “You're..you're old!”
Iris' deep set laugh lines constrict as she sighs halfheartedly. “Yes, I suppose I am; you're just a baby.”
She smiles wistfully. “I haven't seen you in a Kid Flash costume for ages.”
Wally looks down at his costume and frowns.
“What else would I be wearing?” he questions her suspiciously. His eyes perk wide. “I don't become a villain in this reality or anything?”
Iris' places her arm around her nephew's side and pulls him along towards...Wally isn't sure where exactly they are going, but it's Aunt Iris so really he can follow her to the ends of the Earth and it will be alright.
“You're not a villain, Wally.” She chuckles. “In fact, you're my hero, just like always.”
Wally's smile reaches his ears which redden at her compliment.
“Stop embarrassing me, Aunt Iris.”
She laughs again. “How can I stop? You're so adorable at this age and,” she stops as she reflects, “the only age you we're cuter at was when you we're very little.” She stops before a steep hill in the road.
“This...I used to go biking here with you and Uncle Barry,” Wally whispers as he remembers the place.
“You we're my hero then too,” she says with another of her easy laughs.
Wally shuffles his feet and ducks his head. “Well...Barry was cool and all, but you we're my first hero first..and stuff,” Wally mumbles.
“Wally?”
“Yup?”
“Have you ever crossed dimensions before?”
Wally smiles smugly.
“So your me does this all the time?”
“Something like that,” she admits. “I think the beam will send you off somewhere else soon; I've seen this kind of multiverse boom tube before.”
The other redhead folds his hands behind his head and strolls up the hill.
He turns cheekily to his aunt. “Race you to the top!” he yells as he becomes a blur. He reaches the top before his aunt can process the challenge.
Iris looks up to the grinning boy. She sees him back-dropped against the purple sky as it fades into a darker iris color.
“You know,” she shouts up to him, “there's something I always wanted to tell you when we played here but never did.”
“Really?” Wally snaps the cord of his goggles. “What was it?"
“When it comes to views, you're my beau--” Blue streams of light wrap around Wally before Iris can finish her thought. He falls into the portal and disappears.
Iris stays at the bottom of the hill and looks at the scene above.
Her laugh lines crinkle into a frown as her words are left unsaid. There's no point in speaking when the view she wanted to describe just isn't there anymore.
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Ummm... my bad.
Carry on, then!
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When Kid Flash tumbles out of the portal next, he find himself landing atop of a six armed beast with red eyes. Her six arms wrap around Wally's torso and squash him snugly. Wally gasps to breathe.
“Ah! Can't...breathe here, M'gann.”
His friend lets go abruptly and Wally falls backwards a few feet since M'gann had been floating upwards as she hugged him.
“Sorry, Wally,” she tell hims as she offers a hand to help him to his feet. Her takes her hand and pulls himself up.
“No big deal; this,” he rubs his sore backside, “seems to be a trend today.”
M'gann uses her left middle arm to reach into her cloak. She presents a glowing tube like object and points it towards the spot where Kid Flash made his entrance.
Wally does a double take.
“Is...is that a sonic screw driver?” Wally steals the device out of her hands and she makes a quick squeak in surprise. “Oh my god, how do you have a sonic screw driver? Can I have a sonic screwdriv--”
Megan uses her uppermost right arm to cover Wally's flapping mouth and her bottom left limb to extract her device from Wally's grabby mitts.
“Yes Wally, for one,” she holds up one finger on her topmost left hand, “it is what you think it is.” She puts up another finger on the same hand. “Two: the way I got it is complicated. I had a team-up with a reality shifter named Jenny Everywhere...fictionality gets very meta around her. In fact, she can bend it to her will on a good day...depending if she remembers how powerful she is...”
Wally all but drools from the mouth.
“I have no idea what you just said but it all sounds very geeky and kind of turns me on.”
Megan floats a few inches from the ground as she laughs. “You always say the nicest things, Wally, even when you're from another reality.”
“Great. So every other dimension but my own gets to reality hop?”
“Well, on the bright side, that makes you the first man to shift realities from your Earth.”
“World Records do somehow salve the wounds to my ego...”
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His words slow to a stand still as he stumbles backwards, clutching his head. A distant pressure crawls around his mind like a worm underneath his skin. The sudden invasion of his inner self seems to clamp down on him without a way of fighting back; he is overpowered and overwhelmed.
M'gann catches her friend as her strong awareness fastens onto his mind.
“I'm so sorry, Wally,” she thinks within the space of their connected minds, “I didn't realize that you weren't used to this. My friends have linked up with me for years; It was habitual. I would have never done it if I knew...”
Megan...Wally...they feel then the empathy for that other Martian that has been left behind to fend for herself. The redheaded girl who doesn't choose a sixed armed form and instead hides behind the borrowed face of a television celebrity. The M'gann who lives each day independent from her mind-heart, as if she is sleepwalking through life, and yet manages to smile and laugh and remind herself that her friends care about her even if they can't express their emotions the way she needs them to.
Wally...Megan...their being feels the regret for not recognizing their friend's mind-heart wrenching pain as she numbly ignores her need to connect with her teammates. Their shared pain deepens as M'gann...Wally...they imagine the suffering of their friend who he...she...once brushed minds with. M'gann tug a warm and enveloping emotion neatly around the guilt-wrenched boy like a security blanket. The taunt strings of the mind-heart relax.
Wally, and the mind-heart knows it is from Wally independently, returns a feeling of gratitude to M'gann. He hold her closely within the connection and calms himself slowly.
He lets out a tendril and digs into her mind-heart. A surge of panic and confusion and “Oh, my god! What am I doing?” taints his search so he slows down but doesn't dare back away.
“M'gann? I...I don't understand this and yet I do. I...”
“Wally,” Megan nudges him softly as she thinks, “I am you're friend. I would never invade you privacy. I would never hurt you. You're just scared because this whole idea is so brand new.”
He hears...feels...her words and knows that she is as honest and true as their friendship is beautiful and enduring. He latches onto her and completes the mind-heart link without uncertainty.
“M'gann, I'm so sorry I didn't...see your need and help you sooner...I'm going to make this right when I go home...I can't keep hurting you this way. You're just too...beautiful of a person, Meg. You really are.”
The mind-heart glows brightly and revels in their friendship. M'gann sets out to let him know what she thinks.
“Wally, you're also a really bea--”
The mind-heart slams down and snaps apart. A reverberating rumbling tosses violently at the sides of M'gann's mind like the tumultuous waves in a typhoon. She's left with the pieces of a broken link that cannot be repaired.
This Wally who she's formed the mind-heart with has disappeared from her reality as if he never existed ...as if he's dead.
M'gann chokes on the word's she's left unsaid until she vomits onto her six green arms.
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Poor M'gann, she's a Martian (the cool kind, not the scary Lil' Wayne type) and doesn't quite feel right on Earth (which, HA, half of the population doesn't feel right on Earth. LOL).
It's sooooo saaaaaaaaaaaaad.
And I don't even LIKE M'gaan (honestly, I don't dislike her, but every time she says 'Hello, Megan!' I want to high five her face... with a chair... that's spiked.. and on fire...)
It's awesome that Wally vows to be a better friend now that he knows what'supwhat'sup. Poor M'gaan. :[ sadface.
Anyhoodles, this was super cool. I lovelovelove it.
I hope you'll excuse my weirdness. It's five AM and I've been up all night playing FFVIII and fighting off every shadow in case of ghosts. (I saw Paranormal Activity 2 today..yesterday.. so I'm freaked.)
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Wally can't choose between cracking a joke and pissing his pants. Luckily, before he can make the wrong decision, the body attached to forty foot palm lumbers slowly to the ground in a crouch so that Wally can make out the face which was once hidden in the clouds.
“Little Bird, why are you so big?” Wally asks in amazement as he wraps his arms tightly onto Robin's bloated thumb.
Robin's normally sing-song and sardonic voice is low and rumbling as he responds.
“Some dork I used to be friends with asked me to hide a chunk of radioactive ore on my person,” Robin drawls as he pulls his hand slowly upwards.
He deposits Wally onto his shoulder. Kid Flash snaps himself into the handy seat belt contraption that runs across Robin's massive shoulder blades like a low worn necklace.
“How did you get here, Kid? I thought I saw some sort of AU boom tube go off,” Robin says as he carefully picks up one monster foot and sets it down on a clear area before him.
“This is an unplanned journey,” Wally yells above the stomping of his giant friend's heavy steps. “I can't believe you're stuck like this...in my reality the Suddenly Appearing Daikaiju Syndrome wore off.”
Robin tries to nod but, thinking of his tiny passenger, decides against it. He responds with words instead.
“Batman suspects that I would have been fine if the rock was on me for only a day or two,” Robin explains.
“How long did you keep it?” Wally wonders aloud.
“A week and a half.”
Wally remembers the short contact time that turned a cow spider into a mammoth spider. “Ouch. I'm really a terrible friend, man. Well, your version of me at least...”
Wally leans his head against Dick's broad shoulder.
“It's not that bad,” Robin tries to reassure him, “I've made the shortest transition from the small time to the big league for one thing.”
“You're not with our team?”
“Of course I am; we're just treated better because I'm kind of hard to use as a door mat.”
“Oh.” Wally cracks a small smile. “Rob? How do you...do your hacking thing with button mashers like those digits of yours?”
“I don't do much hacking anymore, KF. Unless hacking some bones to make my bread counts.”
“Way to make the best a situation, bro.” Wally laughs tepidly. “Is there anything good about your..state of stature that makes it worthwhile?”
“Me and Giganta are like this,” Dick latches two large fingers around each other, “and we've got the secret handshake to prove it.” Wally wonders how safe two giants shaking hands can be for the people on the ground below. “And,” Robin continues, “Wondy introduced me to some real classical giants so that was cool.”
Wally raps his knuckles across Dick's chest in place of a bro fist.
“You're a really great friend, Dick. I changed your whole life by talking you into a really stupid decision and yet you don't hold it against me.” Wally sighs. “What did I ever do to deserve friends like you?”
Robin stops before a skyscraper and sets Wally on its balcony. Once Wally is facing him, he gives him one of those looks which mean he was thinking the same thing but the other way around.
Wally laughs until he's red at the sheer ridiculousness of Robin giving him one of their secret bro looks with a face so comically large.
“I'm going to miss you when I go, Big Bird.” He sighs. “I wish I could come back here...I think I left M'gann really sad in the last universe I beamed to.”
Robin tilts his bobble head. “You don't have a universe jumper?”
Wally shakes his head.
“We don't have a system in place in my universe for dealing with alternate reality travel,” Wally admits.
“Huh,” Robin pulls on the lobe of his ear. Wally notices that Dick's always sizable ears wear better on his new giant head.
“Well, if you ask me,” Robin says even though no one asked him, “you should work on fixing that because I've found that once you jump into one reality you'll find yourself in other in the blink of an--”
Wally isn't surprised when he disappears into a blue stream of light.
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Awwwwwwh. Poor Robin. Sadface. I admit that I'm not familiar with all DC goings on because it was a little to late when I found the awesomeness, but I heard about this. Poor Robin. It's cool that he doesn't blame, Wally. Redheads. What can you do? *is half ginger, half jamaican XD*
But, BRILLIANT. It's so bittersweet that Robin is making the best of his situation. Makes my eyes a little glossy. D:
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"Linda?" he guesses. Wally wishes he could hide his blushing face in her skirt but finds that his closeness to her only embarrasses him more. Apologetically, Wally takes hold of the girl's hands and helps her up. Her skirt poofs back out now that she's off the lawn.
"It's not every day that I get floored by a real, live superhero," Linda says. Her lips curl into a teasing smile as she flattens out her dress.
"Superhero?" Wally looks from her dress to his own clothes. "Oh."
He racks his mind for some explanation for why Kid Flash is at a school dance mauling down random civilians who he just happens to be on first name basis with for no logical reason. His mind runs a mile a minute, but he can't pick which argument to use.
I heard the fruit punch here was fantastic…
Kid Flash who? I'm just a random cosplayer who in no shape or form looks exactly like Wally West in the perfect replica of a Kid Flash costume…
Congratulations! Linda Park, you've won a date with Kid Flash! You didn't enter any contest? I guess you're just that lucky, Miss Park…
Linda doesn't react to Wally's prolonged silence. She watches his face contort in concentration as he panics.
"I want to be a journalist," she says at last.
"Huh?" Kid Flash responds.
Linda grabs Wally by his hand and pulls him away to somewhere more private. "I have a way with words," Linda explains when they reach the wooded area of the Science Club's compost pile.
Wally baulks at Linda's domineering attitude. "Uh…" Wally isn't sure what to make of her completely random conversation.
"I'm told that being good with words is a rare talent," Linda says pointedly. Wally replays his entire contribution to their conversation thus far.
"Very funny," Kid Flash jokes with a self-conscious frown. He's glad that the ice has been broken even if the price was a shot at his dignity.
Linda motions for Wally to sit beside her on a large log. "Why did you fall out of a blue hole in the sky, Kid Flash?" she asks once they're finally settled.
"Well," Wally molls over the ways of explaining his current situation, "I'm incidentally…zen mutli-dimension hoping. The portal will come back for me soon."
Linda goes along with this explanation as if these types of things are an everyday occurrence. "You're not my Kid Flash. That explains some things." Her ringlets bob with her head as he nods. "Zen?" she prompts.
"All my friends have been really helpful in their realities," Kid Flash reasons with a halfhearted shrug.
Linda ducks her head to hide a smirk. "You can have friends dressed like that?"
Wally remembers he's Kid Flash for the second time. "Well…some of my friends are like sidekicks too."
Linda lifts her chin back up. She no longer hides her smirk. "Wally?"
"Yup?"
"I blatantly know who you are and you're being really oblivious to the matter."
"Uh, well…" Wally takes a deep breath and stops sputtering incoherently. "Sorry, I can do that…sometimes…"
When Linda smiles at his behavior, Wally wants to hide in the folds of her skirt once more.
Linda remembers Wally's explanation for being here. "Zen means words of wisdom, right? I can do that." She presses two fingers on the corner of her temple as if directing her energies to her mind. "The powers of the great beyond tell me that you're feeling like a moron for not noticing something right in front of you."
Wally sighs deeply. He hates being so transparent.
"Is it a girl?" Linda guesses.
Wally shakes his head morosely. He gives in to self-pity and buries his head in her lap. He waits for her to continue.
Lind drops her hands from her temple and starts rubbing his back. "I thought you were feeling oblivious to someone's crush on you…"
"I am." Wally's words are crisp and clear regardless of the placement of his head within her skirts.
"But it's not a girl," Linda says as she twirls a curl.
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"Oh, uh, sure. I totally saw that coming," Linda taps forehead, "I am psychic and all. So, who is this guy? I bet I know him."
Wally licks his lips. "Aqualad," he announces.
Linda seems entirely baffled by this news. "Garth?" she speaks with disbelief.
"Who?" Wally asks. He is suddenly more confused than her.
"Doesn't matter," Linda decides. She sits up straight and folds her hands in her lap. Her painted nails shine in the streams of light which pop out from the sides of the pebbled pathway. She gathers her determination. She's going to make her words of wisdom the best her friend has ever heard in all his reality jumping; after all, she is a writer. "Wally, you are a really amazing guy," she starts off.
Wally makes light of her compliment. "Duh, I'm the Fastest Kid Alive."
"No, it's more than that," Linda presses. She places a hand lightly on his arm and squeezes him reassuringly. "You can change someone's mood just with a word. You're always optimistic. You always help your friends without having to be asked. In fact my you told me about," she waves at his flashy costume, "all of this because you wanted to help me out."
Wally looks intrigued. He's never revealed his identity to a friend at school before.
"You started giving me interviews and that's kind of a big deal for an intern," Linda says. "After the third interview, you told me your identity because…you trust your friends implicitly."
Wally grins widely. "I get to be in the paper. Somehow, it feels like I've got the better end of our agreement."
Linda shakes her head. "There you go making light of what you do yet again, Wally." She sighs. "That doesn't work on me, okay?"
Wally avoids her eyes. The redhead jumps to his feet and pretends that he needs to stretch. He leans on his side and pulls out the tendons in his leg. He focuses on a blackened banana peel at the top of the compost pile behind them. He makes out the silhouette of a pill bug crawling out from underneath the rotting peel.
Linda hangs her head sideways as she bends over to meet his green eyes. Her black curls fall against her cheek. "If I'm going to give you some advice while I'm on the clock, then I'm going to get to the point. Wally, as a writer, I've learned that in life we bury the lead. We don't say what really matters. I don't care if it's silly things like reminding your parents you love them on the way out the door or complimenting a teammate for the job he did, you still have to speak up. People aren't telepathic even if they, like me, claim to be."
"Well-" Wally is cut off by Linda.
"Miss M aside," she smiles, "Anyways, your friends want to hear the same things you wish they'd admit to you more often. If you're going to say all the random things, then why hold back the important parts?"
"I guess that is silly," Wally agrees.
Linda pauses as she searches for something more enlightened to say. "Don't sabotage yourself," Linda declares in a burst of inspiration as she finds a new idea.
Wally doesn't follow her train of thought since he isn't psychic. "What?" he asks.
"Tell that guy how you feel and don't hold back," Linda says. "If you don't make it clear that you are taking his interest in you seriously, then he might get the wrong idea."
Wally frowns. "So…I shouldn't try to ask him if he loves me while we're dodging bullets?"
Linda laughs. "Well, that's just obvious." Her eyes flash with realization. "You didn't!"
"They don't call me oblivious for nothing."
"You're more aware than you give yourself credit for," Linda scolds him.
"If you say so, Linda." Wally rolls on his heels and swings his arms back and forth.
Wally's friend smiles as she watches him. "I figured," Linda begins, "that I should reassure you while I can. I wouldn't want to leave my words-"
Wally fills in the rest of her sentence for her even though he's busy being sucked away by the portal. Maybe he is psychic or something.
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"So...I shouldn't try to ask him if he loves me while we're dodging bullets?"
That's... probably for the best. LOL
Oh, Wally, why you so silly! XD
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