#alchemicelements

It had been a long day of patrol and third dinner was sounding better and better.  Not that The Twins were particularly chaotic, in fact things had gone fairly quiet lately compared to what he was used to.  Which just meant that he was back up for other heroes and Green Lantern was always out of town.  Coast City was cool and all but being back in Keystone meant he could breath again.  There was nothing quite like it.  

But the angry scream had the speedster on his feet and out the door in half a second.

The sight that greeted him out in the snow made his stomach drop.  Alvin looked absolutely miserable.  Miserable and angry.  Like a man the rest of the world tossed aside.  Broken.

The feeling wasn’t that unfamiliar to Wally.

"Pick up, please... Pick up?" Shun-Xin murmured as the phone rang for Albert. She was waiting in an alleyway, while An-Xin kept watch invisibly. 

[Laughs] Well I suppose that’s fair enough 

Glad you approve~.

Wally knew that he had to tread lightly.  Alvin was unstable and Axel was ready to make the killing blow.  He was still unsure where his duplicate stood on the whole issue but hopefully he’d be on their side.  Maybe somehow they could get through this without too much blood spilled.  Flash knew he needed to try and be the voice of reason through all of this.  

Just as they arrived on the scene the forest seemed to burst into flame around Alvin.  The hope of peace looked a far away at this point.

“Ax.  Get the kid!”

In an effort to distract Alvin, Wally ran a couple circles around the flames to gauge what they were already dealing with.

Wally finally pulls up the driveway to the Desmond house.  Running to a location and then forming driving directions to that location was not an easy process.  Plus it had been a good few years since he’d driven a car at all.  Did he need an emergency break here?  Better safe than sorry.  Don’t lock the keys in.

He decided to show up at Al’s door in his civilian clothes instead of The Flash costume.  Perhaps looking even the slightest bit like the man’s son would quell some of the hatred.  It was unsettling having someone like Albert Desmond hate you without fully understanding why or how to stop it. 

But here he was armed with a smile and a small gift of gratitude to ask for help from someone who likely didn’t want to help him.  Though they had other things to discuss besides Sam, Wally thought it wise to wait for the right moment before touching on more sensitive topics.

Deep breath in.

Now, after finally making it inside, he sat on the couch, leg bouncing up and down, and a large envelope in hand.  It took a lot of focus not to fidget with the paper too much.  It had already been wrinkled on either side by his grip.

On any other day, making it to Albert’s bedroom would have taken two seconds and no effort at all.  Today, however, it felt like he was on a metal floor with magnets on his feet.