Yo yo yo! What up friends! Another installment here! Hope you all enjoy it! I got a few good long ones coming but I hope this appeases you if only for the moment lol!

First and foremost, big huge shoutouts and kudos to cutie0612, Codi-Rose, (lovely) Guest, and of course cutecookielove for the comments! Bestest ever!

Some replies of course are in order I think:

cutie0612: Honestly, I agree, I mean I got what they were trying to do but there was better ways to go about it! There was no need for it to be done nor taken as far as it had been! It was wrong, that whole episode made me mad, don't even get me started on it lol! Thank you so much! It's hard to make them caring but try to at least remotely keep them in sort of character (or what we assume is character because of such little action in the actual show) at the same time, but I'm so happy you like it!

Codi-Rose: Thank you so much! I don't know if I will get back into SPN. After last season I sort of fell out of the fandom. Im in a dry spell for those fics unfortunately. I don't see myself being as active here as I was in the past just due to life at the currant moment but I'm sure to have something, there's a butt ton of half finished SPN fics saved in my docs at the moment so have no fear lol!

Guest: Hahaha that's a great idea! Will have to add that to my list! Can you think of any advice they would give, character specific lol, cause I can think of a few!

cutecookielove: that is not something I would ever get upset over, thank you so much, youre the bestest and brightest! You're an amazing person and to remember my birthday to boot as well! GAAAAH! IM SMILING LIKE A FOOL AT THE MOMENT LOL! Finally 21! I had a great day! Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, my friend, love you so much! I hope YOU had a great day too!

AN: So here we have a small piece of Hartley Rathaway being an awesome older brother to our fav red head speedster.

Or in other news.

Piper to the rescue.

"Hop on.", Wally blinked passed the tears at the command, trying not to spy his ankle, twisted completely around, another red head was kneeling in front of him, his back facing the young speedster, green clad and silver flute tucked away in his pocket, "Come on.", without hesitation, the younger reached forward, fingers curling around broad shoulders as he hoisted himself upwards. Deceivingly strong hands curled under his knees as he settled on the others back, mindful of his busted ankle, the elder stood fluidly, and strode down the alley way.

Wally groaned softly, letting his forehead drop to rest on the others shoulder, inhaling deeply to try and contain the tears that were threatening to burst; the smell of oil, smoke, and something like a pinecone filled his senses.

That and coconuts (a shampoo he'd been dared to use and never went without now). He tried to ignore the looks they were sure to be getting, it was undoubtedly a sight to see, and an odd one at that, something he was sure the tabloids would eat up (and there was the unmistakable click of a camera-Uncle Barry was going to flip) it wasn't everyday one got to see Pied Piper walking down the street with Kid Flash on his back piggy-back style.

"Where's the nearest Zeta?", Wally looked up, his chin resting on the older teens shoulder, and he pointed towards the left. Piper nodded once, crossing the street immediately, following each direction to the point until they came upon the phone booth on the desolate corner. The green clad villain stepped inside, shutting the phony glass door behind him, and leaned forward for Wally to press his finger to the scanner.

While they waited for the system to scan them in, Piper allowing it to take his finger print after Kid's, the elder turned slightly, reaching for his companions ankle, Wally hissed lowly as his grip tightened on the musicians costume at the sudden bout of pain, "Walls, what did you do?", he stifled a whine and shook his head, ducking back into the elder's shoulder, "Hang in there kiddo I'll get ya fixed up new."

He only nodded in his show of understanding, gripping tighter to the warm green costume, Piper heaved a sigh and let the injured appendage go as the blue glow of the Zeta Beam pulled them forward.

The cave was near empty, save for the few residents who called the rock walls home; M'gann and Superboy were watching tv when the monotone voice called out the arrivals. Artemis leaned out of the kitchen at the announcement, her eyes narrowing slightly at the pair, but they paid her and her attitude no mind, both hero and villain whispering back and forth to one another.

Now that they were out of the public eye, without having to worry about names being heard and identities compromised, Wally leaned in closer to his friends ear, "Hartley can you fix it?"

"Sure I can little red.", they made their way to the infirmary uninterrupted, "Sure I can."

Wally West, alter ego of one famous world renowned (well in his head he was) Kid Flash, super-hero, sidekick to the legendary Flash, protégé of one of the original seven, baby of the rogues, awesometastic butt-kicking red head of wonder was many things.

Hero.

Teenager.

Red-head.

Kid Cold. (That had been a fun experience-and though he'd ended up ground at the finish-it was worth it)

Kid Flash.

Mini Genius.

Nerd.

He had many titles and many roles to play. Wally was not one who's feathers were easily ruffled, and met any challenge head on (sometimes he did so too much), and he took any role he was assigned in stride.

All but one.

Wally West, known to few as Kid Flash, blah blah blah, also wore the role of target.

High school sucked and he hated it. He hated going there. He hated the bland-tasteless cafeteria food. He hated the teachers. And he hated Vince McCain.

Vince McCain.

Star of the foot ball team, all American boy, the one who no one wanted to be on the other end of. He was smooth with the ladies and always got named King of Homecoming. He was also a bully.

Had been since they had started going to school together in first grade.

"Hey Wallace!", he knew better then to believe the false cheer in that voice, "I got a C- on my end of course exam Wallace. That was not our deal Wallace."

He heaved a sigh, his eyes turning upwards in a silent prayer for strength, and put on his best 'Snarts Coldest Cold' expression as he turned out of his locker and shut the door. Vince was there, leaning against his locker neighbor.

"Vince, there was never a deal, I told you I wasn't going to do your homework for you.", he grabbed the strap of his red backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Vince stopped him as he tried to step around, "I told you Wallace. I fail, you fail."

Wally froze, the grip taking a sharp turn on his arm, and he grimaced in discomfort, "Vince, let me go, you don't ha-"

"If I fail science, I can't play!", he grunted as he was slammed into the lockers behind him, the breath knocked from his lungs, and a fist plowed into his stomach making him wheeze out what air he was able to get back, "If I can't play, I'm not gonna be happy, and if I'm not happy then you're gonna be miserable.", another punch to his stomach and he feels his eyes burn with tears as he doubles over.

"Hey!"

Wally almost cries with relief at the voice, the heavy stomp stomp stomp of thick combat boots making their way over linoleum flooring. There's a flash of green eyes, then Vince yelps, and Wally's falling away from where he's pinned to the lockers. Wally has never been so happy to see red-headed, hair pulled back in a messy bun, green eyes blazing unholy fire, Hartley Rathaway in a rage.

Vince is his bully. His star player, ladies man, sophomore bully.

Hartley Rathaway is his brother. His strong, senior, genius of an Older Brother.

The sophomore bully shrinks back from the enraged senior, stuttering out explanations and falsehoods as he backs away.

"He-Hey Rathaway.", everyone knows that when it comes to 'Little Red' and 'Big Red' that the little one is off limits. No one messes with him, no one touches him, and no one sure as hell harms him. If one does come to him meaning harm then they had best pray to whatever deity that listens that the big one never finds out.

"You messing with Little Red?", Vince is slammed up against the lockers, Hartley stands a good to and a half heads taller then the small sophomore, "No-no man! We were just messin! Playin around is all!", green eyes bore into his, "That so? Lil'Red.", Wally comes to stand at his side, at attention, one doesn't mess with Hartley at a moment like this, not even he's ballsy enough to do that, "You two playin around?"

He shakes his head, smirking at the look of pure terror that shines in Vince McCains eyes, "No we weren't playing around Big Red." Vince gulps audibly. Hartley growls lowly. And Wally wonders if he can get the older boy to let them stop for ice cream on their way 'home'.

"So you were picking on him then?", he leans closer, "Beating up on him?", his glare puts Snart's coldest Cold glare to shame, "To my little brother?" Vince sputters apologies and cries like a coward in the face of real danger. Hartley Rathaway angry at you is not a life one wants to live.

Hartley Rathaway angry at you for messing with his Lil'Red is a damn near death sentence.

"Listen to me kid. Listen to me well.", Wally's getting distracted by something down the hall, but doesn't step away from his older friends side, and then an arm snakes around his shoulders without either party looking both so sure of where the other is, "If I ever, and I mean ever, catch wind of you making faces in Lil'Reds direction again there won't be anything left for them to bury.", Vince goes pale, "Understand?"

"Guys! Guess what I fou-...What's going on?"

James Jesse. Crazy, off his meds most of the time, but good for a fun time and many laughs, draws in up a surprising serious form at the sight before him. Hartley shakes his head, turning to smile at the slightly off teen on his other side, "Nothin James.", The two red heads turn as one, the trio done with the football player, and ready to head out the double doors and towards 'home'.

"Okay!", he's not stupid, but he can see the fire blazing in the older teens eyes, and doesn't question it. Wally hums as they step onto the sidewalk, off the final step from the school entrance, "Big Red can we get ice cream?"

"Sure Lil'Red."

It isn't until he fails to come out of his room for dinner, missing breakfast and lunch altogether, that the others start to worry for their red head speedster team member.

Well.

Everyone but Robin and Kaldur.

Upon being pestered for the last time, Robin hacks into the Cameras in his friends room,"He's just sleeping guys. The mission last night took a lot out of him. Sleep helps him heal faster.", true to his word, Wally is curled up on his side, blanket clutched in one hand, and the other curled into the loose fitting green top of another person.

Robin smirks.

He knows who this is, and tells as such to his team members (save for Kaldur again-the three of them have history together), the older red head is leaning back against the mountain of pillows on Kid Flash's bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other curled protectively around the slumbering speedsters torso, holding him close, letting him use him as a half pillow as he snores on whilst he watches something on the tv behind the camera's view.

"Little Red."

The others turn to look at their team leader in confusion. Kaldur meets all of their gazes and shares a knowing smirk with Robin.

"Our friend is in good hands." they turn back to the camera feed, "Let him rest."

Boom shaka locka! Not as long as the others but whatevs! Right? Got some big ones planned! So please hang on with me lol!