Spitfire One-Shot Collection

2K Special- By Lena and RS-

AN: Wow! We've reached 2K reads!!! This is crazy! Thank you all so much for reading our book. Here is our 2K special. We would advise you to read our 1.5k special before you read this-if you haven't already- just 'cause this is a direct adaptation of it and won't make a lot of sense if you haven't read the 1.5k.
Thanks again and enjoy!

       "Wally, honey, you need to get out of bed sometime. You can't just wallow for the rest of your life. Why don't you go for a run with your Uncle Barry? It might do you some good to stretch your legs."

      Wally groaned and rolled over so his face was in his pillow. He waved Mary off with his hand and continued to push his face further into his pillow. Mary sighed and walked away, shutting the door on her way out.

      When Wally heard the door shut he groaned one last time before lifting his head off of his pillow and glancing at the clock. It was almost 3 in the afternoon.

       Wally sighed and rolled onto his back and stared at the roof. He swallowed hard when memories came flooding back to him that he wished to suppress in the deepest parts of his mind.

        But I thought that's exactly what you wanted...

      Wally let out a strangled sob and bit down hard on his knuckles. It seems like it happened only yesterday when in reality it had been four months, three days, nine hours, and 27 minutes since she... since she left. Left this world, left the team, left him. She's gone for good. Four months and three days since she died. Since Wally's world fell apart.

        Three months and 27 days since SuperBoy ended up in Fort Roz for going on a rampage and trying to kill Wally. Wally really didn't blame him; didn't try to fight back either. He just laid there while punch after punch was thrown at his face. He kind of wished Super Boy succeeded.

      Three months and 14 days since M'Gann left the team due to the fact that her boyfriend was in jail and her 'earth sister' was dead.

      Three months and eight days since Wally left the team. For good.

       Two months since Dick found a dead SportsMaster with a note from Cheshire saying that she didn't do this because she wanted to be a good guy. She did it for her.

       And it's been one month since Wally ran. Like really ran. He thought the pain would get easier to manage but it didn't. It only got worse. And the team only continued to hate him for it. They never said anything out loud, except for SB, but they all thought it. He could see it in their faces. They hated him for what he did. For what he caused.

       He just wanted the pain to go away. And there was no way he could stop it. So he would lay in bed. And curl up. And cry. And cry. And cry... because that was all he could do. That was all he was capable of doing without having a mental break down. Again. Two months and 10 days since he completely broke down and ended up hospitalized because of the severity of his PTSD. He didn't try to hurt himself or anything. He just went so far inside his own head and guilt that his body started to shut down... He wished it did.

      He couldn't stop thinking about her. He tried. He'd try to forget about her, no he would never try to forget about her. He just couldn't seem to stop thinking about what he did, what happened, how it couldn't have been different.

     As he laid there in is bed, fists balled up over his eyes, he heard a tap on his bedroom window. He sighed and rolled over to face his window. He already knew who it was. Jade had stopped by a couple times before. They never really talked much, but just being in another persons company that cared about her so much and feels like everything that happened to her is their fault... there is something comforting about it.