Hi there!

In case you've never heard of me, I write Teen Titan's fic's, but after battling with my addiction with Young Justice far too long, I bring you, a new Young Justice story.

Its gonna be sad, and I don't wish to offend anyone. If you don't appreciate reading about a terminal illness, or may get offended by this story due to what happens to Wally- I really suggest you don't read it.

My friend left me a diary, all he felt while having osteosarcoma. I had to do research for futher info, but, it's sad...cancer. If you don't wanna read...well, don't.

Well guys, I own nothing. So please please pleeeeeaaassseeee don't sue me.

Enjoy,

Wally dragged himself out of bed, it was 11.23 AM, he had slept for a while, and no one had woken him. He gasped, worrying for his parents. He sped out of his room and into the kitchen. His mother sprang out of her spot, holding her chest, "WALLY! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!" He backed away, smiling. His mother was fine. Grabbing a banana out of a cupboard, he settled on an uneven chair as far away from his mum as possible. "Where's dad?" Wally asked, with a smirk on his face. His mother ignored him for a while, and started the ghastly task of washing the dishes from the Flash's party last night.

Wally stayed watching her doing her thing. For two years, Wally had pretty much been allowed not to do housework, that is, his mother had never asked him to help around the house. Still he did little things here and there.

He shoved the memory of how bad his night had been into the back of his head, and sped to his mother's side. He picked up a few washed dishes, and began his grueling task of wiping them dry.

After a few minutes, his mum was done. She patted her sons back, not only as a sign of thanks...but also to dry off her hands. In some ways he felt his mother Mary was a speedster. She couldn't run fast if her life depended on it, but even after all the flashes came for a reunion the house work would be done in a few hours tops. Wally watched his mum walk away from him. She picked up a few stranded socks and books on her way out, keeping true to her image. Wally stayed doing work. He didn't quite know why he was been a good child, but an odd memory kept on poking back.

It was fuzzy, as if from a while ago, but he to to dwelling on it. He remembered been very tired all night, but he remembered also, an excruciating pain in his knees. He shook himself quickly, trying to forget. "Since when did that happen?" He asked himself in a loud voice. He received no answer, he couldn't have asked for anything more. Grinning, he resumed his work, pushing the fading scene into the recycling bin in his brain.

Wally finished- after what took his mother less than twenty minutes to wash, he had spent over two hours rubbing waterless. He smiled a toothy grin, admiring his work, and sped out of the house, on his way to Mt Justice.

His feet took top the pavement like paper to bad-quality glue. They seemed to skim across the floor. He was a blur, anyone who saw him knew that they had just imagined. He felt the adrenaline rush course through his body, the rush of wind along his face made him smirk. His red hair waved around his face, and even his freckles seemed to tingle. His green eyes lit up with joy; He never felt better when he was running, he knew he had the power to go anywhere, do anything, in a matter of seconds, he had confidence in the fact that he would be able to run forever, and at that thought he felt a burning sensation under his knees. "Crap" He stated while trying to keep steady. He was losing his balance fast, and the burning didn't seem to be leaving the predominant spots under his both his knees.

He came to an abrupt stop near the Young Justice H/Q. Rubbing his knees he walked into the portal to the Ops room. "Recognized, KID FLASH B-Zero-Three" The robotic woman's voice never failed to amuse him and Wally stumbled into the room with a smirk plastered to his face. "The Wallster is in the building!" He let his obvious presence be known to all.

"Good to have you back, Wally" Bat-Mans serious, gruff tone echoed through the room. Wally lifted an eyebrow at a time, smiling once more, "Back? I've only been gone a day." Several pairs of eyes met his, and Artemis spoke out, refraining from laughing, "Wally, It's been...a week." The 'Wallster' seemed to stumbled for a second, then he noticed a slowly retreating Uncle Barry in the back-drop of the scene, "Flash. What do they mean?" Wally put on his best whine, and waited for his uncle to melt, "You...were having trouble sleeping, so after a few days of struggling, you got a well deserved...long...rest." Barry smiled awkwardly at his nephew; Wally lifted an eyebrow and scrunched up his nose.

The memories made sense now. He opened his mouth, like a fish, wanting to say something worth-while, a simple "oh" was stuttered out gracelessly instead.

That's one chapter down. I'm aware that it was short, but they'll get longer.

Keep in mind it's my first Young Justice story.

I'm keeping it at T for now, but if you don't think that's suitable, just tell me.

Please review, I've tried hard. Even some not so positive feedback will do the trick?

Alright, speak to you guys soon.

I'm still gonna update, even if you guys don't review, but it'd still be nice to hear from a few new people.

Bye for now my amigos,

QLF Xxx

(1000 words exactly...Yes!)