Thank you for tuning in to my first Young Justice fanfic. It's probably an idea that's been done before, but I hope you guys still give this a shot. End of Season 2 AU (Season 3's out and I'm having Wally withdraws...) Anyways enjoy!

Full Summary: It's only been just a year since Wally was presumed to have died in the Speed Force... at least that's what everyone thought. When Wally appears back on Earth with no memory of who he was or who these strange people who claim to be his friends of family, it surprises the heck out of everyone. Now Wally has to adjust to his new life while dealing with the feeling that something was awfully wrong...

Kaldur

It had been only just one year since Wally West, also known by his codename Kid Flash, had passed, and it most certainly hasn't been the easiest year. At least, that's what it felt like to the Atlantean. Time always seemed to past slower under the sea, so it could've been longer for all he knew. It hurt just the same, if he had to be honest. Wally had taught him a lot of things: how to smile, take a joke, a love for a brother, and the sense of family associated with the team. Just knowing that the goofball of a red-head was gone was something that still made him feel empty inside.

His friends had voted to disband the team during the meeting right after Wally's peril. They just couldn't bear to be reminded of the tragedy that had occurred, the loved one that they had lost… Kaldur especially felt ashamed for the way that he practically jumped ship and ran back home. He hasn't spoken to any of his friends since then. Instead, he found himself slowly wasting away as he tried to distract himself from the grief. So he did what he did best… he worked. He became a teacher to new protégé, teaching them the morals of being a superhero and the risks that came along with it. When he wasn't working, he was reading or just patrolling the palace grounds. He barely slept and ate… and let's just say that his watery friends took notice.

Garth always managed to find him, and Kaldur never decided if he was grateful for that or not. He respected Garth and considered him a brother in arms, but ever since Tula's passing, Garth stuck to him like a lost puppy. However, considering the circumstances, maybe Kaldur had finally switched rolls with him. Maybe he was the lost puppy this time. But he couldn't help it, he missed Wally and he missed his friends, but he couldn't go back to the surface. He just couldn't handle facing them without the threat of breaking down.

He was patrolling alone one night when Garth came to swim beside him. "Brooding again, I see."

"I wouldn't classify patrolling as brooding," Kaldur replied, a little amused.

"You've got your brooding shoulders in place," Garth stated. "Trust me, you're brooding. Besides, isn't it a little late to be patrolling on your own?"

"It's never too late to be on patrol," Kaldur said.

"I said alone, I'm not judging you and your overprotective instincts," Garth laughed. "At least let me keep you company."

"You're not gonna take no for an answer, are you?" Kaldur guessed.

"You know me too well," Garth smirked. "Come on, tell me what's on your mind."

Kaldur's expression grew guarded. "I don't wish to speak about it."

"You don't have to, but I have a pretty darn good guess," Garth remarked. "I've said it before and I'll keep saying it until you get it into that thick skull of yours. It's okay to miss him, Kaldur, but you've got to take better care of yourself. It's what he'd want."

Kaldur clenched his fist as he fought the urge to snap at his friend for bringing up unwanted emotions that he had tried to avoid. It wasn't Garth's fault, it was his own fault, but again, he couldn't help himself.

He missed his friend.

Miss Martian and Superboy

It's been an eventful year, a tough year, but definitely one M'gann would always remember. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, though. After Wally and the team being disbanded, M'gann and Conner decided that it was time to just get out and settle down together. So they went and got themselves a home and they did just that.

It was a nice place that was out on the country, it wasn't a ranch but it was nice. She felt safe in a house that wasn't surrounded by a city or community. Conner and her mainly chose this option because they didn't want to fight anymore, they loved saving people, but they just find it in themselves to fight bad guys. Not without Wally. Not yet.

Some days it was rough with M'gann breaking down and Conner just holding her through her tears. Some days it was good and Conner and M'gann would remember something about Wally and actually laugh and remember the good in the world. And then there were the nightmares about the entire event and the fear that M'gann had felt coursing through Wally before he disappeared.

There were nights when M'gann would wake up screaming in pain and Conner would jolt awake, only to hold her and comfort her the best he could. Then there were nights that it was the exact opposite with Conner having the nightmare of Wally's demise. They were surviving through the pain though, they had each other to lean on and that was more than they could wish for. It didn't change the fact of how much it hurt, but it helped make the grieving process just a little bit more bearable.

Another thing that hurt the most was the fact that M'gann and Conner had not been able to contact the team ever since Wally's passing. She knew Kaldur was back in Atlantis, so he was beyond reach. It was just that Artemis wouldn't answer her calls or letters. Same with Nightwing and Bart. She had reached out to Batman, Flash and Arrow and all they've said was that they would come back in time and they just needed space.

Conner never showed it, but he was hurt by the team's actions as well. But as they say, life goes on. So they just kept going the best that they could.

Artemis

Artemis gasped as she woke up, drenched in sweat and shivering. It wasn't the first time that she had awoken like that, and she sure wasn't going to admit how many times she had found herself shot out of her nightmare. What made it worse was the constant reminder of his absence on the other side of the bed. It was quite a routine every morning, now. Gasp awake, look to see that he was missing, get out of bed and go take a shower.

Artemis had left the hero life behind her ever since Wally had passed, and honestly she didn't miss it at all. It wasn't that she didn't love what she did, she honestly loved every part of the superhero gig. She just couldn't stand to keep fighting without one of her comrades missing. He was her partner, and now he was gone. If she kept fighting, she didn't know how long she could've stand to feel her heart breaking again and again everyday. So she left the cave and moved in with Roy, her brother-in-law, and her niece, Lian.

She kept busy doing chores around the house, reading books, taking her niece places while Roy went to work. She created another family that helped distract her from the empty feeling in her heart. She knew that it was a temporary fix, she wasn't trying to kid herself otherwise, but for now it worked just fine. However, Roy worried about her constantly and Artemis couldn't help but feel a little annoyed sometimes.

It wasn't Roy's fault, truly, it was hers more than anything. She neglected her health and lost a ton of weight before Roy took her in and basically force fed her gain at least a little bit of muscle back. It helped a little bit, but there were still times when Roy had to lecture her about taking better care of herself and what Wally would've wanted for her. Whenever Roy brought up the Wally card, it ended in an argument and it left Artemis storming away in anger and guilt because who was she kidding? She knew Roy was right, but she was being too selfish to even consider it. So she just kept finding ways to distract herself. It was the best thing she could do at the moment, so she stuck with it.

Nightwing

As Dick found himself perched on one of the rooftops of Gotham city at about quarter past midnight. It was how his routine nowadays was shaped. Sleep all day to escape the pain, patrol at night and fight to keep the memories from returning. It also kept him too busy to even try to contact his friends, because that was the absolute last thing that he needed at the moment. After all, he was the first of his teammates to leave the team before it was even officially disbanded. He didn't even bother sticking around for the meeting because he needed to get away. He needed to escape his reality. He just needed to forget.

Was it the healthiest way to cope with his best friend's death? Hell, no. Did Dick even give a crap? Not at all. So he did what he did best. He disappeared into thin air.

It's been a year, but it felt like only yesterday and Dick just wanted his emotions to just stop before he strangled the little devils himself. He despised emotions and he sure as hell didn't want to deal with them. That's why he avoided his friends because if they broke down then he was going to break down and he most definitely didn't want to do that. However, his health was beginning to deteriorate, he wasn't going to lie about that. Sometimes he was just too busy with crime fighting or sleeping that he forgot to eat. It wasn't until Batman found him a few months ago was he finally forced to start a normal eating schedule again.

Still, he never talked about you know who. He couldn't even bear to say the name out loud. Didn't stop Bats from trying.

Don't get him wrong, he was grateful that his mentor still gave a crap about him, but he didn't totally feel like he deserved the attention. His best friend was dead and he couldn't have done single thing to stop it from happening. There were bigger fish to fry and frankly, Dick couldn't care less about himself, and that's that. There wasn't anything more to say. What else could there be left to say? He summed up the situation quite well. Wally was dead, and he wasn't coming back.

Barry

It's been quiet in the West-Allen household ever since Wally had passed and ever since Bart had left. Barry hated the quietness of it all and frankly, he wished that it was never there to begin with.

After the team had been disbanded Bart had worked constantly on something that would get him back to his timeline and away from everything that was happening. Poor kid finally broke down and Barry and Iris had tried to be there for him, but the speedster just locked himself in his room and refused to come out. It wasn't until Barry came home one day to the door to Bart's room standing wide open, his room cleared out (minus the posters and comics he left behind), and a note apologizing for leaving without saying goodbye.

When Barry broke the news to Iris, she broke down in tears and basically demanded why they had to lose two people so quickly.

It was hard on both of them and Barry hated that the world had to be so cruel sometimes. Losing Wally was a blow that they weren't expecting, but as awful as it sounded they knew Bart was trying to go home, and they supported the decision even if it hurt them. Now the eerie silence just seemed to stand out even more than before and it made Barry miss his sidekick more than ever. No, he was obviously more than just a sidekick. He was Barry's nephew and Barry even considered him as a son at times (no offense to Mary and Rudolph who have done an amazing job raising him). It was just that Barry had been fortunate to see him grow into a mature adult and a mature superhero. Yes, he had a witty personality, but that didn't stop him from taking missions seriously.

Without Wally… Barry had gone out fighting against villains, he was the Flash after all and he couldn't just quit. Wally would've kicked his ass if he even considered something like that. It didn't stop it from hurting any less when he didn't have him during the battle. He would always know when Wally would've made a witty retort and the reminder that he wasn't there was always a slap in the face…

Iris took it just as hard, though, if not harder. Barry and Iris hadn't ever considered having children before, but in a way Wally had been their kid. He'd join them for dinner so frequently since his parents would work late on the weekdays… There still were times that Iris would begin to make enough food for two speedsters before she remembered of their permanent minus one… Sometimes she'd drop her spoon in shock, sometimes glass would hit the floor and shatter… and sometimes she'd just break down and Barry would hold her, but he wasn't much better himself.

It hurt like hell… But life went on and they tried to as well. What else could they do?

…

As he drifted, he dreamed. At least he thought he was dreaming. Were dreams supposed be filled of never-ending darkness? Were dreams supposed to be about wandering the darkness to find an escape route, only to find yourself trapped? He wasn't sure about anything anymore. He didn't know who he was or where he was or what even happened to him that got him stuck in this forbidden place.

What he did know was that even with no sign of an exit, he kept wandering the dark abyss before him. He couldn't help but feel like there was something drawing him in like a magnet attracting metal. He wasn't sure how long he wandered, it could've been minutes, hours, days, weeks… he didn't know anything anymore.

It felt like an eternity had passed when he finally felt something prick the back of his consciousness.

"…Time.. up…" A faint voice whispered

It was so hard to hear that Wally closed his eyes and focused on that voice.

"Time to wake up…"

And so he did.

Wow... long prologue huh? Was is good? Was it bad? Feel free to let me know!

P.S. Title is temporary. Having trouble coming up with a suitable one right now. It will come eventually :P For now, enjoy the cheesy title that probably makes no sense

P.P.S. For all my followers, no i have no abandoned Never Was, I just hit a roadblock and my friends are trying to help me get out of it. I am also currently working on the foundations of an Aftermath Sequel, but this story has been on my mind for a long time and it's already mostly written... so yeah :P