This is just a little bit of fun on my part. I have a thought for a second chapter, but don't intend to write it up unless there's enough interest. I'm working without a beta, so all mistakes are my own! Let me know what you think! Not my properties and I make no monies from this. -CT

He hadn't planned it to happen. Everyone was rushing around dealing with the aftermath of King Shark and suddenly Harry found himself alone in the cortex with the Diggles. There was an awkward silence as they all realized they were alone together. Sighing, Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes as he noticed John staring at him. As John held a hand up and opened his mouth, Harry nodded. "I know," the scientist said. "I look just like him. West tried to shoot me the first time he saw me and his partner did shoot me." His hand drifted up to his chest where the scar still ached at times.

"Damn," John mused. He hadn't known about the shootings. Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin hadn't mentioned it when they had been fighting Savage. "Guess it's dangerous to look like a confessed killer."

"Yes, deadly almost," Harry tersely replied. There was a moment of silence as he took a deep breath. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," he declared. "I was wondering if the head of A.R.G.U.S. would be willing to do us a favour." As he spoke he focused on Lyla. Surprise widened her eyes and she turned to him, arms crossed.

"Us?" Lyla asked, eyebrow arched.

"Myself and Jesse," Harry clarified.

"Your daughter," Lyla checked. They had met the young woman briefly but Lyla wanted to make sure she had the connections right.

"Yes, my daughter. Would you do us a favour?" Harry tried to force himself to hold still. Asking for help made him nervous because he really needed the help and she could say no.

"Depends on the favour," Lyla answered honestly.

"As you may know, now that we have closed the rifts, Jesse and I are trapped here," Harry began. The Diggles both nodded. "We don't belong here and my alternate is not only dead, but a known killer." Lyla started to nod in understanding. "I was wondering if you could arrange some identities for us and perhaps a cover story to explain my genetic match to this earth's Harrison Wells."

"I will see what I can do," Lyla agreed. "We'll be in town one more day. I'll try to have something for you before I leave. Where are you staying?"

"Here," Harry answered, motioning at the lab around them. "There are some overnight rooms equipped with basic beds, showers in the locker rooms, and a full kitchen in one of the break rooms." While he was doing his best to stay cheerful about their lodgings for Jesse's sake, Harry knew they would need to make changes if they were going to be living there permanently.

"Man, that's rough," John said sympathetically.

"Could be worse," Harry answered, not really thinking. "When we moved to Central City we lived in a little one room hotel suite for three weeks while we looked for a house." He smiled, lost in the memories. "Jesse was a toddler. She cried herself to sleep every night we were there. Our first night in the house she ran around checking every room to make sure our stuff was still there. Took me hours to get her into bed." A chuckle escaped his lips, dying as he looked up into the incredulous face of John Diggle. "Sorry."

"No," John said with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry about it. We have a toddler. It's just weird to see Harrison Wells lost in happy memories," John explained.

"I'll contact you tomorrow," Lyla declared. Cisco then returned and the group fell silent.

"Okay," the engineer said, cocking his head to the side and squinting suspiciously at the trio. "What did I miss?"

There was a moment of awkward silence before John smiled and patted Harry gently on the shoulder. "Nothing much. Harry was just sharing stories with us about toddler Jesse."

"Little girls can be such a handful," Lyla added with a grin.

"Right. Sure. I believe that, because Harry is so open about his life," Cisco replied incredulously.

"Actually," Harry began, stepping away from the Diggles. "We were discussing Jesse's adjustment to this world and I ended up reminiscing about our move to Central City when Jesse was a child." He nodded at the Diggles and then left the room.

"Is he as different from evil Wells as he seems?" John asked, while Lyla stepped away to make a phone call.

"In some ways," Cisco answered. "Some ways he is eerily identical." He shook his head and then held up a camera. "Can I get a picture of King Shark? For our files."

Glancing to Lyla, who nodded, John said, "Sure. Come on, I'll take you. Lyla has some official stuff to deal with." The two headed out, leaving Lyla on the phone.

The Next Day

Barry was looking over the data they had on the rifts with Harry and Jesse. It was odd to see the father and daughter working together. They had some similar quirks which Barry found both amusing and unsettling. Knowing Harry had a daughter was different from seeing the two interact. Oddly enough, Harry seemed to be nervous about something, checking his watch frequently and having difficulty focusing. The speedster was about to call him on it when Harry's phone rang and he quickly answered. "Hello? You did? Excellent. Be right there." Harry practically ran from the room as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, nearly knocking Cisco over as the engineer entered followed by Caitlin.

"Apology accepted," Cisco yelled out at Harry's backside. The older man tossed a distracted wave without looking back. "Man, what is up with him?" Realizing Jesse was in the room, Cisco swallowed his irritation. "I mean," he began, trying to back peddle. He didn't want to bash Jesse's father in front of her.

"He has been acting off all day," Jesse agreed, looking in the direction her father had bolted.

"Yeah, distracted and worried," Barry added.

"Well, there is a lot on all our plates," Caitlin said with a shrug. While she was worried about Harry, she was willing to give him some space.

"How are you doing?" Barry asked, turning the attention on Jesse. She shrugged and tried to smile.

"I was kidnapped by a demonic speedster and held hostage for four months before being rescued and forced to flee my entire dimension," she said honestly. "Trying to adjust. Dad acting crazy isn't helping today." Once more looking in the direction he'd run, she sighed.

"I'm sure he's worried about you," Caitlin suggested, patting Jesse on the arm.

"Maybe," Jesse agreed. They turned their attention back to the rifts but didn't have long before Harry returned. "Hey Daddy," Jesse greeted him as he walked in, a pleased look on his face and an envelope in his hands.

"Oh, you're all here," Harry observed as Joe followed him into the room.

"Hey, just wanted to stop by and see if anything was going on. I saw the Diggles were just leaving," Joe explained. He looked around the room and realized nearly all eyes were on Harry and the envelope in his hands.

"I thought Lyla and John left yesterday," Caitlin said, frowning in confusion.

"They were just here?" Barry looked around, realized that the only person who had apparently seen them was Joe and possibly Harry. "Did you see them?" Once more all eyes turned to Harry as they waited for him to answer Barry's question.

"Yes, actually," Harry said, shifting from one foot to the other beneath their collective gazes. "They were dropping off something I had asked about."

"Yeah? What?" Joe demanded suspiciously as he eyed the envelope. Rolling his eyes, Harry stepped forwards and dumped the contents of the envelope out onto the table. Two passports, IDs, and a collection of credit cards tumbled out onto the table along with two copies of some sort of typed report. Frowning, Joe stepped forwards and looked more closely. "Fake IDs?"

"Real IDs," Harry countered. "For us." He motioned at himself and Jesse. Reaching out, he picked up her passport and handed it to her.

"Jesse Chambers," Jesse read, frowning at the picture.

"We can't be Wells anymore," Harry said, apparently reading her mind. "Lyla arranged for proper identification, bank accounts, and appropriate backgrounds."

"John H. Chambers?" Jesse read from her father's driver's license. "H?"

"Short for Harold, to explain why people call me Harry," her father supplied. "Apparently Harrison Wells never knew his biological parents so fabricating a twin brother raised by different adoptive parents wasn't a problem."

"Not sure you look like a John," Cisco said, reaching out and taking the passport with Harry's new identity on it. "Maybe a Johnny."

Harry just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Uhm," he began, looking to Barry. "I did want to ask you, Mr. Allen." He paused as he became the center of attention, yet again. "If it would be possible to get officially put on the payroll."

"Huh?" Barry blinked, confused.

"You do own S.T.A.R. labs now, right?" Harry made it both a question and a declaration.

"Oh, uhm, yeah," Barry agreed. "I don't know if we're generating any money."

"At least enough to pay Cisco and I," Caitlin said. "From products released before the explosion or under non-S.T.A.R. labs labels," she clarified.

"Excellent. In that case, Mr. Allen, I'd like to apply for a position as a research scientist," Harry declared. "I'm not asking for much, just enough to get a two bedroom apartment and some new clothing for Jesse. Enough to live on, basically."

"Oh, you're asking for a job," Barry exclaimed, catching up. "Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll, uh, I guess I'll have to figure out how to hire you as John Chambers."

"I can get him added to the payroll," Caitlin said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah, I have Caitlin handling the business aspects of the lab," Barry said, grinning childishly.

"Don't worry Dr. Wells," Caitlin said. "I'll make sure your wage will be enough to cover basic living requirements for you and Jesse."

"Thank you, Dr. Snow," Harry said.

"Johnny Chambers and his daughter Jesse Chambers," Cisco repeated the names, trying them on his tongue. "Wait, what about fingerprints?"

"Lyla checked, none on record for your Harrison Wells. John Chambers, however, has a record from his youth and does have fingerprints on file. My fingerprints," Harry waggled his fingers.

"So, if you get fingerprinted, the files that the cops will pull up will be for John Chambers," Joe surmised. Harry nodded as he examined his new identification and slipped it into his pocket. "Well, in that case, I think you have some bridges to mend." Grinning, Joe griped Harry by the elbow and led him away. "Let's go, you can practice answering to your new names on the way." Looking confused, Harry followed Joe down the hall, Jesse grabbing her ID and jogging after them.