This is my first fanfic ever, so it'll most likely suck. I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right, so bare with me, if anyone even reads this. This fic will not have a specific time it's taking place, but Barry is still living with Joe. There might be some swearing, but not too much.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing that includes The Flash or the CW!
The morning started off like the the others. Barry woke up feeling sluggish, most likely because he was on Flash dudy last night. The metas just never stopped coming. He didn't want to get up, but he had to go to work. He had to make it somewhat on time too. When he looked at his phone he realized it was 6:25. He had to be at work at 7. By the time he ate, got clothes, and got out the door, he would be late for work. Barry was kind of confused why Joe didn't wake him up. But he was too tire to bother wasting all that brain power to figure it out. It took everything in Barry's power to get up out of this bed.
When he stood up, and his head started to spin. He just standed there and waited for it to pass. Barry didn't think much of it, he figured he just needed to get some water. After all he did spend most of the day yesterday and night fighting metas. He didnt always have time for himself. He tried to rush, but his body was cooperating. His limbs felt heavy and he was sore all over. He just settled on a pain pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a sweat shirt that had a physics joke written on the front.
Barry wobbled out of the doorway from his bedroom and rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted. He made his way to the kitchen and found a plate on the counter. The pancakes, bacon, and eggs were covered it plastic wrap, and a note was on top.
The note read "Hey Bear I had to go to CCPD early, but there was no need to wake you up. But do please come on time today-Joe"
Barry smiled but rolled his eyes. He looked at the eggs and the pancakes, but couldn't help get nauseous. He pushed it aside and just decided to get ready for work. After all he couldn't be late again. He was afraid Singh would fire him.
Singh did threaten him, that if he came late one more time, there was gonna be consequences. But he knew Singh wouldn't fire him. He was the best, or one of them. Singh wasn't his only boss, so was Ditective James Retner. James was Barry's forensic department boss. But Singh was the boss of Barry's boss. James realized very quickly that Barry could get the work done fast, and done well. James would give his work to Barry. Barry was only supposed to get 40% of all cases. And considering how many cases there was, it would still keep Barry busy. Barry wand't the only CSI that works it forensics. James took 40%, Barry took 40%, and then Inturns/newbies, took the remaining 20%. But they had to have help from either Barry or James. So now with James not helping, but forcing the new cases on Barry, he was doing nothing. Barry was doing all the work.
And when he said all the work, he meant everything, he now had 80% of the departments cases to do, but he also did most of the work for the inturns. It's not that they wouldn't help, it's they can't. Not only are the clueless on how to do the job, they are not qualified to go through the testing stages it requires to do the job. So if you think about it, Barry did all the work. All the work. That put a strain on him. Singh didn't understand that Barry was exhasted. He still though he only did 40%. Whenever Barry finishes one of James' cases, James would sneak into Barry's lab, and would take it before Barry could sign it off. All James has to do, was write his signature on the document, then it was his.
Barry has caught him several times, so now just to piss him off, he wrote his signature in pernamant marker. Not only could James not white it out, he just simply couldn't steal the case. That would always start fights with James. But whenever Singh got involved, he couldn't tell him the reasoning. If he did, he would get it trouble. If Barry's face even twitched, James would take it as a smile. That would piss him off even more.
He was already not running on time. He decided a coat would be good to have. It was becoming winter, and he was so cold for no reason. Right when he thought of that, a shiver when running down his spine. He could feel the cold set in his bones.
He grabbed his bag and his coat and decided to get the running over with.
He dug his heels into the pavement of the road, and did everything in his power to not hit a car. It was surprisingly more difficult than he though it would be, his mind was moving at snail speed, and he was just trying to get to the CCPD.
He saw the building come into view, and he knew he couldn't just run in there. He looked around for any signs of people nearby, and some none. He decided to just hop into an ally, and walk the couple hundred yards.
His feet slid as he came to stop. He felt his feat burn and saw that there were sparks betting into his shoes. He stomped his feet and got them to disappear. Every time he stomped, his head bounced over and over. This was not gonna be a fun day, he thought to himself.
The elevator doors slid shut and so did his eyes. He really didn't want to come, he felt like total crap. But the doors quickly slid open and he saw the regular loud and busy floor erupted. People were running around trying to get their jobs done before Singh yelled.
He could even hear Singh yelling at some new kid. He was just a kid, well not like a 12 year old kid. But he was young. Barry now recognizes him, it was one of the new inturns. Barry remembered when he first came. He was even younger than them when he first came. The officers still call him kid, and he hated it. He pushed himself from the edge of the wall. He was leaning on it before. He decided on walking to Joe's desk before getting started. But Joe walked by him when he was only halfway there.
" You were so close," Joe whispered and glared.
"Hey, I still made it," Barry made an innocent look. He did too, it was 6:59.
Joe kept walking, and Barry didn't blame him. Barry knew it was coming, and here it was," Allen!" He could hear Singh's voice rattled the precinct.
Barry just groaned. He made his way to Singh's office, and could see Singh directing orders. This was gonna be fun, getting yelled at for being on time. Barry stepped foot in the office and saw Singh look up at him.
" You are honesty pushing it," he growled. Barry gave him a confused look that hinted he in fact was on time.
" I under stand that you are here now and on time, but two minutes later you wouldn't have been. And now all for your convinionce, your cases for the day are in your lab," Singh was like growling. He could tell Singh was upset with everything going on today.
" Th-thank you sire ," Barry said quickly, and anyone that heard his voice would hear the panic. Singh heard it but didn't care, he was too busy.
Barry had almost want to puke. His stomach was growling, but just the thought of food made him queasy. He just held his breath through the small crowd to get to the stairs. He did it cuz he though he was gonna throw up, and this time not because he might be getting sick, but because they have all been there for days,and have had no shower. They had showers here, but no one had time to use them. So everyone stinks. They all became nose blind to it, but someone who hasn't been there forever would smell the stench.
He made it to the stairs without dying, that was a miracle all in itself.
When he finally made it to his lab, he felt so clustered. He sat down and tryed to get the smell out of his mouth. Usually his nose would only he dying, but he smelled it so much, he could taste it. It was gross.
"Hey" someone said behind him. Barry nearly jumped out of his skin. Barry turned around and saw one of the inturns. It wasn't the one that was yelled at by Singh. I think Singh yelled at him to go home, so.
"Oh hey," Barry breathed, relievde when he recognized the person. His name was Emit.
" Hey, I heard Singh was in a mood, and I was afraid to go down the stairs, and him give me more work. My shift ended 3 hours ago," Emit glanced sort of ashamed.
"Yeah, I barely made it up the stairs,"
" Is it that bad?" Emit winced.
Barry just grunted.
You could tell Barry was tired, he had bags under his eyes, and his face was a little puffy.
Emit didn't look too good himself, his face looked tired, and it brought Barry to think.
" You said your shift ended 3 hours ago, that means it ended at 4,"
"Yeah," Emit glanced," Singh has people working night shifts, there are so many robberies and thefts, he wants us to be on top of it all,"
" So you've had no sleep all night?" Barry interrupts, not opening his eyes.
" Is it that obvious? You look like crap, and you were in a nice bed. No, I fell asleep and got nothing really done, not than I can really do much anyway,"
Barry really liked Emit, mostly because he actually wanted to help. Most of them, they are on their phones the whole time.
Before Barry even started to work on one of the cases, James walked in with 3 more.
" Do these," He simply said.
Barry just rubbed his eyes and shivered. James was like a block of Ice, hard, and no one likes it, although fun to play with.
" Hey!" He yelled ," Listen to me, I'm your boss, and I deserve to be treated with respect,"
Barry couldn't help but laugh, but it made his head and stomach hurt.
" You, you really need to make a better stern face, and entrance for that matter," Barry couldn't smile, but James could tell it was to mock him.
" Look I've got Singh on my back, and I can't deal with little asses like yourself,"
"Ok," Barry just said. He was so gonna get him fired some day, and he couldn't wait. Barry look the papers and sat them down on his desk.
James just stormed off.
Before he walked out Barry mutterered ," Bye Felicia," just loud enough so James could hear it.
" What'd you say?" James turned around.
All Barry did was turn the chair the opposite way.
Emit made sure James was far away before he said anything else.
" You really have guts to stand up to him. If you could do that, I say put his greasy blond hair out of his head,"
I could tell Emit didn't even like him.
Nobody did for that matter.
" I don't think I'd dare go that fare," And it was true. I would never really hurt him, even if I really wanted to. The Flash wouldn't.
" You know if Mudusa had a brother, he'd be it," Emit glared.
They were both stuck in thought, they barely knowtest Ian walk in. Ian was one more of the inturns.
Barry could already smell the Chinese food. He held his hand to his mouth and closed his eyes. The smell was so strong it seemed to be swirling all around him. It made him puke in his mouth.
" Hey, I brought food," Ian announced, but then he saw Barry's face," You alright man?" He must have saw Barry cover his mouth.
It took Barry a minute to respond, and swallowed it down" Yeah. Just not feeling too well I guess,"
It just came to Barry now, how could be become sick? The Flash can't get sick, and he's not just saying that to be stubborn, he really can't get sick. If he did, it would only last for an hour at most, and it's been way longer that an hour. Maybe he should see Cait. But right now he couldn't, he had to work.
All of a sudden there was a beep
" Ope, labs done," Emit said, food in his mouth," We can't confirm it, only you can," he said to Barry.
Barry ached and not in a good " I've been using muscles" way. He Hurt all over. Barry stood up and immendiatly felt his legs shake. He held onto the desk for support. He must have looked really unsteady, because Ian came over and put his arm under Barry's armpit.
" You okay?" Ian said, and Emit gave a worried glance.
" Yeah, yeah, I just, got up too fast I think,"
Ian slowly let go, still hesatent on wheather to let go or not.
" Maybe you should see if Singh will let you go home, your not looking too good," Emit said from behind Ian.
"I think I'm okay," Barry said, eyes closed.
But when he took a step he wobbled and Ian held onto him. Barry would have protested, but he wasn't sure if he could hold himself up.
Emit went and got him some water, and that cleared his head.
"Let's just go down and see if you can go home, it can't hurt just to try," Ian coaxed.
Barry didn't refuse this time," Yeah," was all he said.
Barry was finally stable enough to walk on his own, but Ian still held his hands close.
When they finally made it down the stairs, Ian led the way. Barry was becoming more and more disoriented by the minute.
" I think I'll do the talking," Ian patted Barry on the back, before going into Singh's office. Barry just leaned on the wall, outside of Singh's office.
" Hey captain," Ian waved slowly.
" Yes, I can see you Mr. Gregory," Singh snarled.
Ian was nervous to talk to Singh.
" Do you think Barry, uh, Barry Allen, could uh, have a day off, he seems to be sort of, uh sick,"
Singh started to chuckle.
" I think he'll be fine,"
" No really I think he needs a day off,"
" Haha, right," Singh looked at his papers. When Ian didn't respond, he looked up, and the smile dropped.
" You're serious," Singh asked half jokingly.
" Yeah, I think he really needs a day off,"
" He had one yesterday, and anyway, that boy has had so many days off with sicknesses, his body has to have made antibodies to everything," Singh was smiling and annoyed. Ian knew Singh wouldn't budge on this. He just decided to leave the office.
" Didn't listen, did he," Barry said slowly.
" Nope, sorry," Ian really did feel bad, Barry really needed to go home. He looked like he's been hit by a bus.
Before they could even look at the stairs, one of the older men collapsed.
" Call the paramedics," He could hear an officer yell.
Barry was way too tired and sick to help.
Joe saw Barry and lead him to his desk, then ran to help. Barry would just be in the way. He put his hood up, and curled in a ball in the chair. He put his knees in the sweat shirt, and closed his eyes.
When he finally came to, everything was blurry. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. He hadn't eaten anything today, he's only had water, that was not a smart move on his behalf.
He could feel it rising, he needed to find something to throw up it. He quickly got unraveled, and threw up in Joe's trash can. Nobody saw, they were all swarmed around Officer Aaron. He was an older fellow, so it really scarred them when he collapsed. Barry wiped his mouth of the bile. He needed to go to Star Labs, he shouldn't be able to get sick. He'd rather go home, scratch that, he only wanted to go home.
The paramedics were here, and not all of them were in use over there. They put the man on the orange platform, and walked towards the elevator. One of the paramedics walked over to Barry.
" I couldn't help but see, you're not doing too good,"
Barry didn't answer.
" Would you mind if I took a look?"
Barry just shook his head and sat up.
"Okay,"
The paramedic, with the name tag Harris, went and grabbed his bag.
He came back with a stethoscope and and bag full of random medical stuff.
Harris put the stethoscope to Barry's chest, and listened. He seemed to have listened forever, but he eventually put it back around his neck.
" Your heart rate is pretty good, but your lungs seem to be labored, I'm not too worried about it, but I'll just continue the exam," Barry just nodded.
He knew this was bad. The paramedic said his heart rate was normal, but he isn't normal. His heart rate is supposed to be really fast. This could be bad, but he decided not to care. Barry's eyes almost slid shut, but Harris came back.
" Here, I'm just gonna take your temperature," Harris said, before rolling the end of the thermometer on Barry's forehead. The roller was cold to the touch.
After it beeped, he looked at Harris, and saw his face go down. The temperature was 104.3.
Barry ran warm anyway, how could he be only 104.3, and be sick. Barry's eyes widened. He tried to vibrate his hand, but couldn't. His powers were gone.
That explanes a lot. He hasn't gotten sick since he got his powers, and he hasn't had time to get immune to any strands of any virus. It's like they were all coming on him at once.
His head flopped to the side and his head spinned.
He could hear Joe talk to the Paramedic, Harris. He heard little parts, but they just slipped out of his mind.
Soon after they finished, he felt hands go around his waste. He tried to protest, but failed.
" Come on Bear, help me out here," Joe whispered to him. Barry finally started to help out. It wasn't much, but it was something.
They made it out of the precinct, but getting in the care was gonna be a challenged. Barry's eyes remained closed, he was too tired to bother keeping his head up.
Joe put one of Barry's legs in the car, but couldn't twist his body the right way. He ended up bumping Barry's head on the side of the car. Barry groaned, but he was in the car now. Joe decided against the seatbelt, and he just drived. He wasn't sure if he should go home, or go to see Caitlin. Joe thought it was weird Barry didn't have his powers, and thought it would be good to go see the Star Labs folks. Just then, there was a head on collision in the motor of the road, only yards away from them. The cars became on fire, it was only minutes before it exploded.
This was pretty short, and didn't have much detail, so sorry to anyone who reads this. There was also probably a lot of mistakes, I just skimmed through it. I won't bother make a new chapter unless at least one person bothers to read, or comment. THX if you read.
