"Okay Barry, let's do our weekly check on your abdomen for internal bleeding," Cisco said as he pushed the ultrasound into the room they had been keeping their comatose patient, Barry Allen in. Over the past four weeks that Barry had been a patient at Star Labs, Cisco had taken quite a liking to Barry, as he secretly stalked him on Facebook, and found out that they had many nerdy things in common. Cisco couldn't wait till the day that Barry wakes up, and they are able to bond over Movies and their love of science. He squirted the blue gel over his lower abdomen, and then waved the want across it, just for precaution. Barry had been such a medical mystery, that Cisco and the rest of the Star Labs team, which only consisted of him, Kaitlin, and Harrison, had made sure that they ran every test they could, repeatedly, so that they could one day make sure he wakes up and goes home to his foster father and sister, who Cisco thought was mighty good looking.
"Okay, all looks good Mr. Al-wait a minute. What do we have here?" Cisco asked as he noticed a tiny blob on the screen. He took a closer look, and once he realized what it was, he dropped the wand and covered his mouth with his hands.
"KAITLIN," Cisco yelled.
A few moments later, Kaitlin Snow walked into the room with an annoyed look on her face.
"What is it, Cisco? Can you not perform a simple abdominal scan by yourself?" she asked.
Cisco rolled his eyes, before picking the wand back up and putting it back in the spot that he had seen the blob. "Come here," he told her, which she did unhappily. "Do you see that?" he asked as he pointed to the blob.
Kaitlin was about to say no, when she spotted the small spot on the screen that Cisco had been pointing. Without asking, she took the wand out of Cisco's hand, and started to move it slowly so that she could get a better look. "Is that a…"
"A perfectly healthy, five-week-old fetus living inside of our very male coma patient? If that was your guess, then you were correct."
"This is incredible," Kaitlin noted. She pushed a few buttons on the machine, until they heard the sound of a fast, yet stable heartbeat. "The fetus is still alive, even though Mr. Allen was struck by lightning, and went into cardiac arrest many times. This should be impossible."
"No, remember his heart was beating too fast for the machines to pick it up, he never actually died on that table, so the possibility of the baby still being alive is quite believable. The only thing I am questioning, is how it is there in the first place. Barry is biologically male, and every test, some being quite imposing of both of us, have shown that to be accurate. So, why is there a fetus growing inside of him."
"Vanishing twin syndrome," they heard a voice behind them say, making them both jump.
"I told you, if you are going to come up behind us, announce yourself, or I will put a card in your wheel, so it makes a motor like sound like I did when I was five," said Cisco. "Now, what did you say?"
"Vanishing twin syndrome. It is when one of the twins dies so the baby is-"
"-absorbed by the other twin, of course. This is quite rare, though, isn't it?" Kaitlin asked.
Wells nodded. "Yes, quite. I'd say approximately one in every two million sets of twins," he told them as he quickly did the math in his head.
"What do we do?" Cisco asked.
"Well, we have to treat this like every other pregnancy inside of a coma patient. We ask the husband. Mr. Allen does not have a husband, so we would go to the parents. Kaitlin, call Joe West and tell him to meet us hear as soon as he can."
Kaitlin did just that, though she was surprised when Joe and Iris showed up, not twenty minutes later.
"Wow, I didn't know you had a teleportation device," Cisco commented as they ran into the room with large grins on their faces. Those grins fell, though, when they noticed Barry still in the same position that he was in last time they saw him.
"I thought you said he woke up?" Iris asked as she walked over to Barry and grabbed his hand gently.
"No, we just said get here as soon as possible," Cisco corrected.
"Okay, but what could be so urgent that we had to get down here, if he wasn't waking up?" Joe asked.
"Well Joe, that is something we need to discuss, but first I think that you should call Barry's boyfriend," Kaitlin told them, making confusion flood all over their face.
"What?" Iris asked.
"Barry ain't gay," Joe told them.
Kaitlin looked embarrassed, so Cisco took over. "Okay, well then we have a big problem. I mean, the problem was big before, but now I have even more questions I…I'll stop," he said when he noticed the look both Wells and Joe were giving him.
"Okay, so what is the problem. Is Barry brain dead or something?" Iris asked as she started to panic.
"No, no, no," Cisco said as he tried to comfort her, "You could actually say that there was more brain in him now, then there was two months ago."
"Cisco," both Wells and Kaitlin said at the same time.
Cisco rolled his eyes, then stepped back, letting Wells take over.
"Listen, When Barry was a baby, like still in the womb, he had a twin. That twin died, so Barry absorbed some of her parts, most specifically, her sex organs."
Joe let out a laugh. "Oh, come on, I think I would know if Barry was a girl down there. He had a bad rash in the fourth grade, it was bad, so I know that Barry is full man."
"Yes, on the outside, Barry is a normal Male with no differences, but on the inside, he has ovaries, a uterus, the whole nine yards, and that makes it so that Barry is able to conceive children of his own as long as he has sexual intercourse with another man."
"So, you are saying that you dragged us all the way down here, to tell us that if Barry had sex with a man, he might be able to have children. Why did you think that was urgent?" Iris asked.
"Because, Barry had sex with another man approximately five weeks ago," Cisco admitted.
"How do you know that?" Joe asked, now getting worried.
"Because of this," Cisco said as he pulled the wand and goo back out and showed them the fetus they had found earlier.
"Holy crap," Joe said as he looked at the ultrasound that showed the picture of his 23-year-old foster son's child.
FIVE WEEKS BEFORE…
"Are you ready to go?" Oliver asked as he grabbed his tie.
"I don't get why we have to go to this stupid thing," Felicity complained as she put on a cocktail dress that made her feel quite frankly a little slutty.
"Because, the word on the street is that this guy invented a new drug that is ten times worse than vertigo, and it is hitting the market of the young and rich, which is why we are going to a party, that caters to the young and rich," he answered.
"Okay, I get it, but don't be mad when I tell you what I'm about to tell you," she said nervously.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned.
"I invited Barry. He was late for his train back to Central City, so I figured that I would bring him to a nice party, get him some free alcohol for all that he did for us."
Oliver had an annoyed look on his face, but right before he could say anything, Barry barged into the foundry. "Sorry I couldn't find my tie. Hi Oliver," he said while waving with a large grin on his face.
Felicity turned to him and said, "Come on, it will be fun," then tugged at his arm as they all exited the foundry.
When they arrived at the party, they were both on watch as Barry walked right over to the bar and ordered a beer while chatting with Iris on the phone and making up reasons as to why he missed his train. After a couple hours, Oliver had given up his search as nobody had seen a man walking around, offering drugs, other than some guy who was selling heroine and cocaine. He sat beside Barry, who was on his second beer of the night, but acting much, much more drunk.
"I really can't feel my face, Oliver," he said as he stared at the wall across from them, "I bet if you shot me with an arrow…wouldn't even feel it."
"Are you okay Barry?" Oliver asked concerned.
Barry nodded, but quickly started swaying side to side, making Oliver ask, "What are you doing?"
"Dancing to the music man," Barry responded happily.
"Barry, there is no music playing," Oliver said, then took the beer out of Barry's hand and smelled it. "Damn it, he spiked the drinks." Oliver threw the beer in the trash can, and then made his way over to Felicity. "The drinks are spiked," he told her.
"Oh no, is Barry okay?"
"Yeah, I think he will be alright, but I should bring him to my place to keep an eye on him. What are we going to do about everyone else?"
"I got it. I'll call Diggle and Captain Lance, and we will figure out a way to get them all home safely." She pulled out her cell phone and started to call Lance, so Oliver walked over to Barry and lifted him so that he was leaning on his shoulder.
"Wow, you are so strong Oliver. No wonder you can do the salmon thing. You must be a superhero, oh crap, do you think they heard me?"
Oliver laughed as he said, "I don't think any of these people are going to be reliable sources tomorrow morning. Let's get you home." He walked Barry to his car, then started to drive to his apartment when he felt a slight rush of some sort go through his veins, and he had to pull over.
"Oliver, why is your water turning green?" Barry asked. Oliver turned and just was about to tell him it's not, it's just his allusion, Oliver noticed that his water did seem to look somewhat green.
"Oh, crap," Oliver muttered as he realized what had happened. "He didn't just contaminate the alcohol, he did it to every beverage. We've got to get back to my place, now."
Oliver sped a little too fast, but got them home safely. He carried Barry out of the car, but this time Barry seemed to have gained another hundred pounds. He dropped Barry onto his bed, and was going to take the couch when Barry yanked at his arm and pulled him down on the bed. He climbed on top of Oliver and started to slowly kiss him, until Oliver pulled away.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Don't you feel it. I don't know how to control it. It's like my mind has been turned off, and now all I can think about is tearing someone's clothing off. Heck, I would sleep with that plant if I had to, but something tells me you are starting to feel the need too," Barry said as he pointed down to Oliver's pitched tent.
"Barry, this doesn't make any sense. We are both straight," Oliver tried to reason, but knew it was a lost cause as he could feel the want turning into a need.
Oliver sat up, but Barry came right behind him and whispered into his ear, "No one has to know. We probably won't even remember this anyway, so why bother rejecting this urge, even if it is just because of the drug?"
That was all the convincing Oliver needed, as the drug fully took over both of their bodies and Oliver leaned in to Barry's kissing.
THE MORNING AFTER…
Barry groaned as he started to open his eyes, but immediately closed them due to the brightness of the light that was sitting on a desk across the room. He slowly sat up while rubbing his head, and looked at his surroundings confused. He had no idea where he was, so he stood up, but felt pained as he did so.
"OH MY GOD," Barry screamed as he saw that he wasn't wearing any clothing, and the person who was lying next to him, Oliver freaking Queen, wasn't either.
The older man jumped as he heard the scream, and ended up falling out of the bed. He too seemed confused as he stood up and took in his surroundings. His eyes widened, and he turned around when he noticed the amount of clothing they both were not wearing. Barry seemed to be paralyzed in shock, while Oliver was quickly throwing on his pair of jeans. When Barry noticed what he was doing he grabbed his own jeans and shirt and got dressed.
Once they were both descent, Oliver turned around and asked, "What the heck happened last night?"
"I don't know. I just woke up and you were lying next to me…naked."
"Why would we sleep together? I'm not gay, and I'm pretty sure you're not either," Oliver said, but then looked unsure about the last part.
"I'm not," Barry confirmed, "What do you remember from last night?"
"I remember we went to that party undercover to see if there was anyone selling that new drug that hit the market recently, I remember you being way to drunk for only drinking two beers, so I drove you home, but I don't really remember anything after that."
"Yeah, me neither." They both tried to see if they could remember anything else, before Oliver's eyes widened. "The water bottle."
"What water bottle?"
"When I was driving you home I was drinking from a water that I got from the party, I noticed something was off about it. Maybe the guy dosed all the drinks and that would explain, all of this," he said while waving his arms over the bed.
"You don't think anyone knows what happened last night, do you?" Barry asked nervously.
"Oh God, I hope not," Oliver responded.
"Okay, well let's agree to never speak of this again."
"Definitely," Oliver agreed.
Barry picked up his jacket and shoes and walked out of the room quickly while saying, "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Same," said Oliver as he walked to his bathroom.
