Okay, so I just finished watching season 2 of Young justice. Again. For the fourth time. :3

And I'm not very turbed that they left all us fans on the biggest cliffhanger and the worst ending. Not turbed at all.

Sooo, I got to thinking and I thought how cool it would be if we finally knew what happened after Wally died, Dick left the Team and Vandaal Savage met up with freakin 'DARKSEID'! WHAT THE HELL?!

I think I'm going to write this fanfic similarly to how the episodes played out. Also, there will be between 20-26 chapters as that's how many eps we got from YJ.

Without further ado, please enjoy 'What If'!

PROLOGUE: Reflection of the Golden Trio

North Magnetic Pole

June 20, 13:49 UTC

Wally's POV

As yet another energy pulse from the expanding chrysalis hit me, another white-hot, blindingly painful shock passed through my body. My back arched and a gut-wrenching scream erupted from my throat. Keep pushing, Wally, I thought to myself. The fate of the world was at stake here. I watched as Barry and Bart rushed past me, somehow feeling shame in amongst the outrageous pain coursing through me. Of course both the Allens were faster than me, of course I couldn't match their speed.

I glanced down at my hand and freaked out when I saw it was becoming transparent. This was it. I wasn't going to make it out of this one. Barry came up to me, and I could see through the cowl that his determined expression was contorting into that of a horrified one.

'Bart, we have to slow down more. Try to syphon off some of the energy attacking Wally', he yelled to his grandson.

I saw his hand pass right through me. Yep, I was screwed. The Wallman had had his last hurrah.

'It's no good, Barry. Oh man, Artemis is so gonna kill me for this. And don't even get me started on Mom and Dad.' I tried to keep some light in my tone, for their sakes.

'Kid?' Both Barry and Bart looked full-on terrified now. I wanted to tell them it okay, I accepted this fate if it meant saving the world. But I just didn't have the time. I gave Barry my last request, wanting the three most important people in my life to know how much I cared. I felt I didn't say it enough.

'Just tell them, okay?'

'Kid!' Barry reached out to me, but it was to no avail as the light grew brighter and brighter, and they got further and further away, until Wallace Rudolph West was no more.

/*/*/*/

Or so I thought. Just as I thought the end had come, and my conscious would cease to exist, I was greeted by a voice.

'Welcome, Wallace.'

'Uh, thanks, mysterious, deep voice that's seemingly coming from nowhere. Where the hell am I?'

The entire area around me was alive with rushing colours: blue, red, yellow, orange, black and white. They didn't stop moving even though they didn't appear to be going anywhere. I glanced down and did a double-take when I saw that I was just a yellow ball of energy.

'Wallace, you have transferred from the materialistic world and become apart of the phenomena known on Earth as the Speed Force. You've become one with the Speed Force.'

Speed Force. Woah. I'd heard Barry and Jay mention it once or twice, about how it was the… the thing that we speedsters drew our powers from.

The voice then spoke up again. 'This is the place where all speedsters, past and present, come to lay their final rest after they pass or cease to exist in the solid universe. Speedsters from all over the universe are here, not just from Earth. Here, you will never feel pain or sorrow, just the peace of steady movement in which we crave and abide in. you would have no memory of the troubles you had faced during your time on Earth, and would only remember the contentment of continuously running. Time operates differently here too; you have no concept of it, as it appears that none passes once you are here.'

I thought about this for a moment. It was just so much to take in. Not to feel pain again? That'd be real nice. After all the shit that had happened to me over the past year, no pain for the rest of eternity would be great. And forgetting about not only the deaths of all my friends and loved ones, and the traumatic experiences in the Team, but all the bullying in my school years. But this voice, who I'd figured was either some part of the Speed Force, or the Speed Force itself, was implying there was more to it. I'd basically never feel anything ever again: not joy, not determination, not love.

And I'd forget my entire existence. All the great memories of that winning feeling in getting A's in Science, of becoming Kid Flash, of meeting Rob and Kaldur, of founding the Team. Working with all those great people who made my life whole. I'd forget that humbled satisfaction in saving lives. I'd forget Dick was my best friend, and no matter how much crap we put each other through, we'd always be best friends. How we could make each other laugh by just standing still. How I trusted him with my life.

Worst of all, I'd forget Artemis. Arty. We were fire and ice, me and her, and I'd yet to feel anything more blissful than her lips against mine. I couldn't live without my babe. I couldn't be without my babe. I'd meant to propose before Dick had asked her to go undercover. I'd forget everything in my life, and I wouldn't feel anything ever again. I wouldn't be me.

Glancing up with whatever I had to see (didn't think I had eyes anymore, considering my current form), I firmly said to the voice, 'Look, this is great and all, but my life was finally looking up. I got my girlfriend back, my best friend and I were reconciling; I don't want to end it. Is there any way I can get out of this?'

There was a brief pause, and then the voice came back with, 'The only way you can be called back to your former physical state and mind is if you are summoned.'

I was extremely confused. 'Summoned? How can I be-?'

I didn't even get to finish the question as I felt myself being pulled into the constant kinetic energy that all other speedsters were currently travelling through cluelessly, and I became at peace.

THE WATCHTOWER

July 4, 21:18 EDT

Dick's POV

'Business as usual', I murmured, before turning towards the Zeta Tubes.

I still couldn't fathom how it had happened. It had all been looking up for us all. I'd already sworn to myself even before the whole 'chrysalis' situation that I'd never ask Wally or Artemis to join the superhero gig ever again. After all, Artemis had nearly been killed on multiple occasions and Wally's faith and trust in me had seriously faltered. Not that I could blame him. Not that it even mattered anymore.

'Recognised: Nightwing B01.'

Even if Wally had made it, even if he had forgiven me, I already knew I would never forgive myself. I could never trust myself with someone I cared about ever again. I scoffed as I realised that after all this time, I'd finally become the person I never thought I would. I'd become just like Bruce: ruthless, unrelenting, ready to do anything for the sake of the mission. A person who thought the only way he could keep his loved ones safe was to stay far away.

That's just what I was going to do. Distance myself from the Team, from Artemis, from Time. From Babs. I needed a break, to re-establish myself as a hero and a person.

Walking out of the phone booth in Bludhaven, I made my way to the old hideout, where I kept spare gear. Including civivies. I needed to distance myself from Young Justice and the League. I jumped and flipped down from the roof I'd been on, making my way to thee make-shift 'Mount Justice'.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. Travel. Tour the world, rediscover just who Richard John Grayson was. New York, Paris, Sydney, Rome, Tokyo. I took off my domino mask and stared down on it with a smile. Who knows? Maybe Nightwing could tag along too.

Glancing up at a nearby mirror, a look of determination crossed my blue eyes. That was it. I'd pack up my things and catch the first plane out of here. The Team would manage perfectly fine without me, and I'd told Kaldur that if there was an issue, Barbara was more than capable to rise up to the challenge, and to call if they needed me. I needed this. I needed it.

PALO ALTO

July 4, 19:53 PDT

Artemis' POV

Opening the door to the house for the first time in months should've felt fantastic. Liberating. Safe. Secure. Yet, I felt anything but. I got inside and dropped to the floor, collapsing on the ground as sobs racked my body. Telling Wally's parents had been almost as painful as finding out that he was…

In that moment, Rupert came bounding up to me, tongue lolling out of his mouth, tail wagging like his life depended on it. God, I'd missed that dog.

'Hey buddy, d'you miss me? I missed you so, so much', I said as I rubbed his head and neck. He sat down and began licking my face, where the tear-stains had made themselves apparent. Coming back home would've been unbearable if Rupert hadn't been there. The silence would've killed me. Truth be told, I didn't know how Wally had survived all those months I'd been gone. It had barely been five minutes and I already couldn't stand being there without my Baywatch. Probably because I knew that time, Wally wasn't coming back home, bringing Ben & Jerry's with him as he burst through the door, exclaiming in his best French accent, 'Guess who didn't die on the missión today!'

It had always been more of a statement than a question as there had never been any doubt. Well, guess there wasn't any doubt now, either.

I stumbled to my feet and pulled my turtleneck sweater off. Making my way to the bedroom, Rupert hot on my tail, I stripped down until I was just wearing my bra and underwear. As I walked over to the desk of drawers and pulled one of them out, a single shameless tear slid down my cheek. I pulled out Wally's over-sized, over-cheesy Christmas sweater and slipped it on. Somehow, it was both comforting and demeaning at the same time.

It smelt just like him. Sweet, beautiful, clumsy, brilliant, intelligent, cocky, dorky, perfect him. Laying down on the bed, not even bothering with getting beneath the doona, I stared up at the ceiling. I contemplated my decision to stay on the Team. Dick was probably really smart taking a break.

Part of me thought that I was doing this because I missed it, but reality kicked in and I realised I was using it as a distraction. Going back to the lifestyle Wally and I had had would've killed, it wouldn't have been the same without him. I couldn't stand living an ordinary life as before, as 100% of my normal life had consisted of Wally. Now that was gone, and the Team seemed to be just the right replacement. Sure, returning to the gang was awesome, but it wasn't the same, not without Wally.

Rupert had jumped onto the bed and laid beside me, staring at the front door. His ears drooped and he started whimpering. He glanced at me and gave the sweetest puppy-dog eyes, as if he was questioning me.

I patted his head and he snuggled in close. 'You wanna know where Wally is, don't you, baby boy? You miss him already…'

I wrapped a protective arm around his middle and let tears fall into the side of his neck. 'Me too, Rupey, me too.'

Fudge, I was listening to 'Say something' while writing that last POV, and the FEELS ARE REAL! Crying rn, tbh…

Soooo, not sure how this went, but this is the prologue to the fanfic. Next chapter, we get a glimpse of a cute couple and to how the team is doing 365 days later.

Also, if you couldn't tell, I SHIP SPITFIRE! I SHIP DIBS! Forever 3

Much Love xx

~SpitfireWestAllen15