We're Stardust, You and I | BIRDFLASH

It's how we danced, isn't it amazing?

Keystone was busy during the summer and Wally was even busier. Barry was doing business with the speedforce (again). So that left Wally as the stand in Flash for the time being. He didn't hate it, it was the same job as he always did, just more leadership and bossing around his superiors at the station. He wasn't quite sure how Barry didn't find it awkward.

It seemed that lately there had been case after case that needed him. He yearned for the more simple days of putting out fires and helping kittens out of trees. Today he was fighting a guy with a shark head and getting yelled at for standing in the middle of an intersection. Like come on people! There is a guy with the head of a shark right in front of you and you're mad at me for being in the road? Let's reanalyze the situation!

His earpiece buzzed as he narrowly missed the shot of a laser from the shark-guy. (Yeah you read that correctly. The guy not only has a shark head, but also a laser gun).

"Your phone is getting spammed with texts, man," Cisco, his man in the chair, alerted him. "What'd you do? Ghost some random booty call?"

"What do they say?" Wally said, yelping when he felt the laser burn his shoulder.

Cisco typed on the other side of the communication device. "Password?"

"Three, five, two, seven, four."

"You need to work on less predictable passwords, man."

"What do they say!"

"Uhm, Dick says that he's in town and wants to hook up," Cisco stated plainly, "that's the most PG way I can summarize it. Who's Dick?"

Wally skidded past the shark guy, giving himself enough distance to charge up. He ran forward and jumped, landing a lightning charged fist straight in the guy's chest. The guy was sent across the street, landing in a thankfully evacuated park. When he didn't move to get up, Wally placed the meta cuffs on him and alerted the P.D.

"A guy that I'm kind of dating," Wally spoke, focused back onto the conversation they were holding before. "We haven't really labeled it considering we have like a thousand miles between us."

"Didn't peg you as the long distance type."

"Easier to be distant about the whole double life when you're already that far apart."

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Coming up on two months?" Wally saw the police cars approaching. He began his run back to the labs. "It's casual. I don't know if it's going anywhere but I'm happy where it is right now."

"Sounds sick. Hey, before you head back—."

The sound abruptly crackled as Wally waited for Cisco to finish. He tapped his ear, looking around as if there was some random signal blocker around.

"... it... —ruption."

"C, man." He tapped his ear again, watching the police detain the shark man. "Hey, can you hear me?"

When Cisco didn't respond for another minute, he decided that running back to the lab would be the only option to figure out their signal issues, when he suddenly felt a stutter in his step. It was quick enough to throw his whole rhythm off balance. He tripped, spiraling and skidding into the street. He got up quickly, trying to continue his run but he was struggling to feel the crackling of static flow through him. He glanced back at the police, praying no one saw for the sake of his own embarrassment.

"Cisco," he tapped his communicator. There was still no response.

He tried to run forward at his accelerated speed again but there was no difference. He was a Flash that was jogging down the road no faster than a little leaguer.