- @WallyandDick ,This is for you, I altered it slightly, but I hope you like it. Leave requests in the comments or DM me.-

"Hey!" Dick was smacked in the back of the head with something that ended up being an empty plastic bottle

"What the ...hell, Wally?"

"Stop drinking my shit!"

"What?"

Wally stormed over, picking the bottle off the floor and thrusting it in his face. "I Said, STOP DRINKING MY SHIT! Crystal Pepsi!"

"I didn't drink your weird clear cola!" Dick was already pissed from being hit in the head. "Besides, if someone did drink it... WHO CARES? BUY ANOTHER!"

"Oh I'll just buy another discontinued item on Ebay, huh? I hate to break it to you, but not Everyone is in the One Percent! I saved up for like a month to get this."

"I can get you another, but I DIDN'T DRINK IT!"

"This is just like you!" Wally spat. "An entitled brat who thinks they deserve your hard earned shit just cause of who their daddy is!"

Okay, this was TOO FAR. Dick's patience had been stretched to breaking point. "Hey! I didnt choose him. And I DIDN'T DRINK YOUR FUCKING PEPSI!"

"You're the only Fucker here who would drink it!"

"I DIDNT DRINK IT!" Dick started storming out, he wanted to buy all the remaining crystal pepsi in the world just so his attacker could have NONE. As he was stomping out, he ran into his adopted father. 

Bruce tapped his comm. "Team, report to the mission room."

Shit

The entire breifing, Wally was glaring at him. Dick was actually dreading getting on the bioship, for the first time, he actually wanted Bruce to pull him from a mission.

Unfortunately, this seemed like a safe mission, and Dick had to go. Wally stalked him to the changeroom. Dick started talking to Kaldur, maintaining the conversation as long as possible, Wally in the corner of his peripheral the whole time.

Because of their positioning on the bioship, Wally could barate him all the way to Alberta. At this point, Dick was bickering right back. Wally was calling him entitled for 'taking what didn't belong to him', and Dick was calling Wally stupid, for 'thinking I like that shit'.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Artemis fianlly exploded. "Look, I love some drama, but you're just saying the same things, over and over and over!"

"This doesn't concern you!" Dick replied, flushed from anger and yelling. Everytime he tried to turn around in his seat,  his damn seatbelt would tighten, leaving him to struggle against it while shouting.

"It concerns the TEAM." She replied, also getting really worked up. "How the fuck are we supposed to do this mission with you two fighting each other?"

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, WHY DON'T YOU?" Wally shouted.

"You know what?" She unbuckled her seatbelt, something niether of the boys could do currently. "You can fight in privet, but this is just awkward. Also" She smacked both of them accross the face. "If you two start bickering like an old married couple down there, you'll get ALL of us killed! And if I'm dead, I can't pet the CAT that lives DOWN THE HALL, IN MY APARTMENT!"

She stormed back and threw herself into her seat, the belts immidiately re-covering her. At least that shut them up.

Dick and Wally couldn't leave their seats until they got to the mission location. The bioship had Literally locked them in place so they couldn't fight. It felt like when they were children and couldn't undo the boosterseat straps.  

Eventually, they were relesed, and their team leader gave them a quick talk about teamwork and not fighting duing missions. Then, after Kaldur forced them to apologize to each other, they started their mission.

"Get over the sentries,  and locate the record rooms." He instructed. "Find any incriminating evidence you can on the oil shipments, and Make Sure to report to the drop locatians By the nine-thirty deadline."

The kids were lowered into the compound and started their different ways. Of Course Wally and Dick had been paired up.

Dick pulled up a map, located the nearest computer lab and took out. He found the lab, broke through the keypad, and began removing USBs from his belt. He closed the door, started up a computer,  and began clicking through files, recording information.

"What the fuck?" Wally sprinted into the lab. "What part of 'stick together' didn't you get?"

"Well, you should've kept up!."

"Look, kid, I know your used to getting everything you want, but we actually NEED to stick together."

"If I got everything I wanted, then I wouldn't be paired with you!" Dick didn't realize how loud he was being.

"Well, let me know when you feel like communicating YOUR ACTIONS!"

The door was practically shoved open. In a blur, three gunswere thrown in their faces. Dick eyed the computer screen; 97%.

"Okay, boys, what are you doing in here?" One of the voices, a tired, angry secutity guard, spoke.

"...Wrong turn?" Wally suggested.

"Wrong turn? Way to go acting casual." Dick spat, watching the progress bar; 99%.

"Okay, boys, come with us, the authorities are on their way."

"Fun, cops." Wally glared at Dick. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd told me where you were going..."

100%

Dick darted back, fingers wrapping aroung the USB. He jerked it out and reached to his belt for a smoke bomb.

BANG

Wally jumped away from the guards. He confirmed he hadn't been shot, and looked down, fear raising in his throat. 

Dick looked down, frozen, at the rapidly bleeding dot on his abdomin. Shit.In a moment of panic, Wally fell to his side. 

"HOLY SHIT, ROB, HOLY SHIT!"

"Back up son, Police are on their way."

Wally's hand flew, at superhuman speeds, to Dick's belt, grabbing the smoke granade. Under the vail, he dragged Dick off the floor, escaping throught the uncovered door. 

He found a storeroom, locking the door. They slumped in the chemical-scented darkness for several seconds.

"HOLY SHIT." Was all he could say. "Robi-rob- Dickie." He crawled across the floor to the boy. "Wake up! Stay awake! I can fix this. Maybe."

"SHUT UP." Dick groaned, he was fading fast. Hands clambed over his wound. It took everything he had not to scream. He wasn't even concious of his sobbing. It was an indescribable burning. He couldn't see the blood, but he could feel it.

Dick holding his wounds was the only thing stopping his innards collapsing out.

"Stay still, I'll find something!" Wally starting searching the closet, trying to make contact with the team. Their comms were turned off, and so far, his attempt to find the mindlink was just screaming into a void. "Stay awake, Please!" He begged. There was nothing in there to help him. Dick was going to die. He couldn't dop anything. He kept searching.

"Wal-" Dick cried. "I-"

"What? Robin, stay awake!"

"I- Didn't" He shouted from pain. "Drink it!"

"I Don't care about that, Dick, Shut Up!" He panted, moving the bottles of Clorax and Windex to the side for the eleventh time. Desperate to find... anything. "Fuck all that. Stay alive!"

"No, I didn't." Dick inisted. "I-" He whined loudly again. "I Hate That Shit!"

"I know, just, Stay Still!" 

"Come Down!" Dick didn't want to be alone.

"Okay, Okay..." Wally made a last, ditch attempt to contact the others. He dropped to the floor. "I'm going to touch it, okay?"

"NO!" Dick cried out in pain as Wally reached out to help stay the bleeding. "Do- DOn't Press i-" He shouted. 

"Shh, Shh!" Wally began searching Dick's belt pockets, looking for... ANYTHING.

"I'm sorry." Dick was going fully anaemic. "STOP!"

"I can't, Dickie." He begged. "What's on the hard drive? ... talk to me!"

The boy was starting to cry out for his parents, crying hard. He called out for his mother, for his father -for Bruce -for anyone.

A cold sleepiness draped over him.

"Dick,  Stay awake! Please!" Wally pleaded, leaning over him. "Stay awake, I can't live without-"

With the last of his strength, Dick clutched a handfull of Wally's hair and forced Wally's mouth against his own.

Dick held him there, tears streaking down both their faces. Wally didn't struggle. He just held Dick's wounds and best he could, hands full of blood. Wally didn't want to stop, scared that if he did, Dick might not have a pulse. He held the pose, wanting time to freeze Dick there forever.

-

M'gann: Check in, how's everyone doing?  We're doi-

-

Wally broke away, letting out a cry, tears tracing his face. He crawled off Dick, pulling the boy on top of him. Covering his wounds.

"It's M'gann! It's M'GANN! Dickie, we're saved! Dick-" He held the boy against him, sobs tumbling over each other.

-

M'gann: ...Kid Flash? Wally? What's happening? I can feel something coming from you! Are you okay? ROBIN?

Kaldur: Where are you two? Why aren't you responding?

- 

Wally was crying, sobbing, holding Dick as tight as possible. His thoughts were racing to fast to put together sentences over the link.

"I'm going to talk to them. DICK?" He watched the boy's face. "Stay AWAKE!"

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Wally was hollow. It was like he watched the preceedings from a third party lense. He saw himself and Dick being dragged to the ship. He saw Dick be strabbed to a gurney. He stood over him, trying to make his knowlege communicate to actions. The shot skimmed Dick's appendix. He was nearly dead by the time their friends found them. 

His medical knowlege and expirience knew what to do, but his hands didn't move. His mouth wouldn't tell anyone what to do. he was sat, watching the proceedings; knowing what they needed to do, but unnable to speak.

He didn't know how long the trip back to mountain was. He couldn't decern what the team was saying over call . All he knew was that he was watching his best friend die, and wasn't doing anything. 

He didn't remember arriving at the mountain. He just remembered watching Dick's unresponsive body being lowered off the ship. 

He didn't remember anything, until sitting outside the medbay, staring dead, across the hallway.

"WALLY, WAKE UP!" Artemis lost it. "ROBIN IS FUCKING DYING."

Wally shut his mouth, blinked a couple times, swallowed, and went back to staring.

"Artemis, we're all upset." Kaldur stood between them, "But we need to stay calm."

"ROBIN IS BASICALLY DEAD!" She screamed.

M'gann was crying on the sidelines. Conner pacing back and forth in silence. Wally was still blank. 

He sat coldly in silence, not moving. Time flowed by him. Hours felt like minutes.

He was still glazed in Dick's blood. His hands were soaked and stained. It must have been three hours before someone walked him to the next room to clean him up. He walked absently around the outside of the medbay, face still stained rusty from blood.

He approached the door and pushed it. It was unlocked. He stared in blankly, and walked in. One of the beds had the curtains drawn. He pushed them away.

Someone grabbed him from behind. 

"Not now, kid. He needs to rest."

Wally stumbled backwards as he was pulled away, his eyes locked on the bed.

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Wally didn't sleep. The team had been put into a side room with the lights off. Conner stood in the corner, his mind shutting down to sleep, M'gann fell asleep after about an hour sobbing into a couch. Artemis overturned furniture until she exhausted herself into collapsing on the floor. Kaldur sat next to him, he tried to talk to Wally, but he wouldn't respond.

Wally stared at a dark wall, his brain collapsing into itself for what must have been hours. It was about four am when he stood up, creeping around the others into the bright hallway. He walked mutely past people, heading for the medbay.

The door was unlocked.

There was no one in there now. He drew back the curtains and rested on the side of the gurney.

"Dick?" 

He spoke for the first time since... he didn't know when. "Dick." He spoke again. "Dick? DICK?" He shook the body.

Dick let out a tortured gasp, eyelids lolling open.

"Heh-" the choke gurgled escaped him throat. "Wall-?"

Wally felt the emotions he hadn't in the past half-dozen hours. "Dick! Wake up! DICK! You're awake!" He pleaded.

Dick's breathing was tortured, hardly concious. "-love you-"

"I Love You Too, Man!  I Love You too!" He held Dick's hand, emotions washing over him; Horror, sadness, rage, relief...

He let exhaustion take him over, falling into the seat by the bed and clutching his hand. Blackness and sleep clouding his eyes, he heard Dick whisper again:

"I love you."