*CRASH* *THUNK* *Ouch!!*

The tell tale signs the Holidays are over with echoes through the small
house that belongs to people such as Impulse. The Flash. And a daring,
adorable, sweet, beautiful, talented, why the best darn reporter in the
-world-. (Okay, I'm pushing it.) Linda. Now one might inquire as to why it
is such a loud and obnoxious noise is rising up over the normal calm and
quiet one? Well, I'll tell you! Someone is attempting to take down the
decorations, and in the process has managed to knock over a chair, and put
a splinter in her hand.

It's a damned good thing that Wally is indeed the Fastest Man Alive,
because he has time for such things as wizzing about the world to deal
with all of the villains that plague it, as well as deal with greater
evils. Zipping intot he house just in time to hear all of the noise, wally
is to Linda's side holding a first aid kit and a worried expression.
"Ouch. Can I help?" remember last Christmas? Decorations up and down in
three seconds. Course it looked like crap, as Wally has no eye for
decoration, for placement. Sure, he can admire beauty once it is there ...
like the beauty just before him. "Having a rough day? Has Bart come out of
seclusion yet?"

The beauty of holiday vacation is that you don't absolutely /have/ to do
anything, other than eat and, y'know, do biological stuff. The beauty of
the ability to walk through walls is that when your room is right next to
the basement bathroom, you don't technically have to step out. Young Mr.
Allen, having gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas, has quite
happily spent the last two days in his room, eating holiday candy and
drinking the cases of Yoo-Hoo stored under his bed in case of emergencies.
What's he been doing, you ask? Building, painting, detailing, and wiring a
three-foot-diameter model of the Millennium Falcon.

Well, the good thing about being a reporter that lives with the fastest
man alive, you're use to, by this point, the quick rushing to rescue
scenes. As Linda sticks her thumb into her mouth, she mutters an
incoherant string of words. "Nee, anna, comb lout met." Now, if you try
really hard you might actually understand what she just said, and perhaps,
you will, if not, she'll simply repeat next time, for now, her thumb
remains stuck in her mouth, one hand motioning the tree.

No, Wally, come with me? To the tree? Sorry, but Wally was still in
speed-up time and thus incoherant words at slow speed is like, well, even
worse. He looks to the tree, and then back to you? "The tree?" Oh, okay.
He hands you the first ai kit and then zips. There is a blur of action and
then the tree is gone. Every last needle. And then Wally is there,
standing where it was. "Right? The tree?" He looks down to all of the
presents there, not waiting to see if he was right or wrong, just hoping
he was, and notice what is missing. His socks. Got those on. The frilly
little piece that he got Linda... Bart's model! "Oh," he says, wondering
if that is it, as he looks to Linda. Has she got her gift on? He grins. "I
wonder if the move *finally* comes out in his time." wally has been
bitching about wanting to see this movie since forever: especially since
he suggested the JLA could bust into Lucasfilms and take it muttering
something about a matter of national security.

And ever so carefully, Bart puts the very last touches on the model. It's
beautiful. It's huge. It's heavy. It's a work of art...and the kid knows
it. Standing, he leaves it on the newspapers on his floor to finish
drying, and stretches. Bart grins down at it, then yawns massively - he
hasn't slept in three days, either. Quietly, slightly tipsily, he comes up
the stares from the basement and appears, phantomlike, in the doorway. His
hair is sticking all which ways, like Stephen Dorff's, and his striped
baseball jersey is unbuttoned and halfway stuck in his red plaid pyjama
pants. But man, what a huge grin.

With her thumb still stuck in her mouth, Linda's gaze shifts from Wally,
to the vacant tree, then back. And you'll just have to find out later if
she's wearing what you gave her. But enough of that, as her hand removes
itself from her lips, she gets out faintly. "I said. He hasn't come out
yet, but thank you for taking down the decorations." There's a faint grin
to her lips, as she sets the kit down, pulling out the tweezers to begin
plucking the wood particles from her thumb.

Wally ahs to Linda, and goes back to hisplotting about getting his hands
on the movie. Superman threatened to lock him in the phantom zone if he
menaced any more meeting, interrupting them with the suggestions. Green
Lantern was up for the ideas,a nd Batman scoffed. He always did though, at
anything Wally said. "Do you think, honey, that if I asked Lucas if he
would put me in one of them, he would? I'm kind of a celebirty. I mean,
I'm on the front of every frosted Chocolate Sugar Bombs box. And oh! You
could be my coch, for preparing for being in front of the camera! You
always make it look so easy!" Orin actually grunted aloud and muttered
something about the evils of living on land and the perils of movies.
Oracle said something about sending downloads, put that seems like a
substitute. But then Wally notices Bart and be beams! "Hey! Did you get it
done? The little Han and Chewie in the cockpit and everything?!?!"

"Ev-'ry-thing," says Bart clearly, leaning in the doorway, smirking madly.
"Oh Valor, Wally, it's /beautiful/. You gotta /see/ it when it's /dry/."
He walks unsteadily over to the couch and flops into it, running his hands
through his wild hair. Seeing Star Wars for Bart? It's kind of funny. The
movies are a lot more like real life for him than real life is - the
setups, the battles, the situations, it's all like the stuff he 'grew up'
with. So watching them is really...comfortable for him. He blinks as Linda
goes off into the kitchen. "She okay? Funny-ness with the hand?"

Wally waves his own fine-and-perfectly-unsplintered-hands, "Something
about a splinter. She'll be fine. She has to go to work in a moment any
way," he smiles to you as he motions tot he sofa. "Sit! You must be
tired... And I suppose I should be actually teaching you stuff, aside from
what you learn in school, like stuff about your ppowers. Such as power
napping! I've learned myself how to 'sleep between seconds' ... saves me a
lot of time, but ... have you seen the trailer yet! Doesn't that bad Jedi
knight look wicked!"

"No, no, -ssh-!" yelps Bart, immediately jumping to his feet and clapping
his hand over Wally's mouth. "Don't wanna know, haven't seen it, don't
tell me!" His hands drop and he grins lopsidedly. "I wanna be surprised.
Surprises rock. And this is worth it." He slides down onto the couch
again, *whoogh*-ing. "But you're right, I'm so tired. And no way could I
power nap working on /this/ puppy. Woah mama, what a piece of work! Big as
hell and twice as badass!"

Wally grins as he gets his own mouth back anduses it to cuation instead of
blattering about how surprizes aren't always good. "Well, you can learn to
nap between many seconds, taking a series of naps and thus seem to be
awake and rest at seemingly the same time... probably a good thing to help
during some of your classes ... but, you're right. Off and into bed. I'll
finish cleaning up here, and I'll see what I can do to secure a bunch of
tickets to the opening show for you. And Preston and Cassie and your other
friends. But, now, go. Sleep."

Bart Allen would cheer? But he's already asleep.