Fire and Ice: A Spitfire Fanfiction

Chapter 4

The two were unconscious, and unstable. The Flash sat there with his head in his hands. His hair was a mess, his face was stressed, he was a mess.

But not as much of a mess as the two teenagers lying on the beds. He just couldn't figure out what was happening. They should have just gotten a fever, this should have just been a simple cold, so why wasn't it. These two, these two were just kids, they didn't deserve this. What was causing this, science shouldn't allow it.

Where they were, the cold, no animals, no plants, just the airfield and the warehouse, nothing else for miles. Could it be possible one of the planes brought in some foreign disease or something? He just didn't know, it all ended with a blank.

Nothing. Nada. All blank. His damned nephew was  dying and he didn't know how to fix it. Mary and Rudolph were already worried and wanting him to come home, go to a real hospital. But he told them no, because the League could handle it, but now he didn't know. It was too late for a cover story, they couldn't bring him in now.

He'd scanned the location. Nothing. No one was there that could have injected them with something and the only thing left was the environment, which was—the environment.

He had an idea.

The waste. The warehouse was filled with illegal drugs. What if those drugs could have caused a type of reaction.

He threw himself into his work, researching the chemicals and trying to find something that could have caused it.

Then he found it. A biochemical named Enchesta with a bit of vertigo was was was being stored there. The radio activity was off the charts. If they were there for as long as the team said they were, they invested enough of this Enchesta stuff to create a whole new disease.

Wally started convulsing on the cot, and Barry rushed over there so fast.  "Wally, no Wally stop.." he fumbled with the tools on the cart to find the serum her needed to inject him with.

He didn't hear the thrashing of his nephews partner, or the faint noise of the heart monitor. "No, c'mon Wally."

He fumbled with the syringe and lifted it to Wally's forearm. Barry injected the fluid into Wally, and the convulsing soon stopped.

He sighed as soon as Black Canary went into the room and the noises stopped.

Except for the flat line on the heart monitor.

"No, no no no..." he rushed over to Artemis.

Dinah rushed over to the bed and looked around for the defibrillator. She grabbed the machine and held it to the girls chest.

"Clear!"

Artemis convulsed. But the flat line continued.

"Clear!" She did it again.

This time her heartbeat came back, and Dinah fell back against her chair. "What were you thinking? She could of died Barry!"

"I'm sorry! Wally was thrashing, I panicked, I—I—"

"Barry, I know you want to help Wally, but you can't just focus on him, both of them need your skills right now, weather or not she's related to you or not."

"Well I'm sorry Dinah, but family comes first. He comes first. I made a vow to his parents, not to a girl who's moms in a wheel chair and has a Dad who's on the wanted list." He snapped.

"Excuse me?" He looked to Wally.

He was trying to sit up, failing at it, but at least he was trying. "I'm sorry Barry, but—" he broke into a coughing fit "Some people aren't as privileged as us. And if you—" he coughed again. "Think I'm going to let you talk about her—" The coughing came back.

"Wally, you need to res—"

"No, Barry, I you have a problem with her, say it, because I'm not leaving her."

"That's not what I meant Wally."

"Then what did you mean?"

"Barry, what's this?" Black Canary looked at the computer on his research findings.

"I found—" His words were blurred out for Wally as Artemis whimpered.

"Wally?" She asked, scrubbing her face.

"I'm here, Arty." He pulled her close as she buried her head on his chest.

He ignored the long list of possibility's Barry was suggesting. They'd make it through.

They had to.