Hey guys. So I've been wanting to do something like this for a while. One shots regarding the everyday citizens Barry/Flash has saved. From their POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; just the character's name and back story.

Time: Episode 1, ending scene with Barry rescuing the bicyclist from being hit with a taxi

Warning: Bit of a back story before it gets to the good part :)

Rick's POV

Being a bicyclist is more dangerous than it looks. You always have to look out for danger from other motorists as well as things in the way such as trashcans, trees,...cough...newspaper stands. But that doesn't mean you can't pose a danger to pedestrians. I always have to look out for people especially little kids who parents don't bother watching where they are going.

I've be bicycling since I was five. At age seven I turned it into a hobby. I started biking the winding dirt paths of the mountains ten miles away from my home. I was loving it. My father encouraged me to do it and took me out almost every time I asked him to.

He was the one responsible for teaching me the rules of the road. Once I had driven my bike out into the street into the path of an oncoming car. Fortunately for me the front bike tire swerved to the side and I fell off onto the sidewalk.

"You stupid fool! What have I told you about looking both ways before crossing?" my father shouted hauling me to my feet.

"Sorry dad," I whimpered.

At age nine biking provided me a sense of freedom. I was very popular at school to. Biking was a big thing and if you were a biker you were popular. All of that changed when I turned thirteen. My father had gotten a letter that invited him to move to Central City and become part of a big company there. He agreed to it and we moved.

Once there I noticed that boys were not interested in biking. They were more interested in video games and doing stupid things like trying to jump onto a moving train. So I quit biking for about six years but I never forgot to check my bike once in the while. I longed to ride it again but knew what would happen at school if I did.

One day I was oiling the gears when a popular jock from my school named Edger decided to damage it by running it over with his Cadillac. It was my fault; I had been stupid. I had left it out chained to a fence near my house.

"Bike geek!" he shouted as he drove away with his snickering friends.

My father came out to find me in tears. The bike had been completely been broken in two. I was about to go off to college so I was a grown man. But I still couldn't help but cry. The bike had been the one I had used since age thirteen. It was the only reminder I had of my old home and now it was ruined beyond repair.

"Son...don't let those types of people get you down," my father said with a smile.

"What's wrong with them?" I asked disgusted while wiping my tears away.

I was rather embarrassed about asking a question like that at age nineteen but I really wanted to get it off my chest.

"They don't understand that not all people are the same," he sighed, "Everyone is unique and that makes them special."

I never forgot that talk. Even after my dad passed away several years later from cancer I always remembered what he told me. Well most of it...

After college I got a job working for a big company in the downtown area of Central City. Before and after work I biked. In fact I rode my bike to work. I never had an incident; until one day I did something stupid.

It was a sunny day and the weather was quite nice. I walked down into the kitchen to get some breakfast and saw that my wife Chance had the news on. It was about some freak tornado that had ripped apart a farm somewhere outside Central City.

"Honey look...I thought tornados never happened in Central City," my wife frowned.

"I guess no one told that one that," I joked pouring a glass of orange juice.

My wife rolled her eyes before saying, "I wonder if this has anything to do with that Particle Accelerator exploding nine months before. Remember there were a bunch of weird things happening after that. And there still are."

"I pretty sure it doesn't," I sighed, "And you've been working too hard."

I put my bike helmet on and started wheeling my bike out the front door.

"Rick be careful," Chance said worriedly.

I smiled and kissed her, "Of course I will. Don't worry about me."

I started off down the familiar path of the sidewalk. After about ten minutes I decided to take a short cut across the street. Just then my phone beeped letting me know I got a text. Sighing I drew my phone from my pocket and started to respond to it. I was practically in the street when I noticed a taxi drawing near me. Before my brain could register what was happening I was air born.

But then something weird happened. The next thing I knew I was on the side walk; not the hood of the taxi which had stopped. A crowd of people gathered around me. For some reason they were staring down the street at something.

"Are you ok?" the driver asked worried.

I nodded numbly and asked, "What the heck happened?"

"You didn't see it?" a woman asked.

"See what!?" I demanded.

"The red blur...it grabbed you and prevented you from becoming a grease stain," said a teenager.

I shook my head; mystified to what they were talking about. But later on that week there were more sightings and more stories about the mysterious red blur; the one that saved my life.

Yay! First one done! :D I hope this one was good. The next one will be from the second episode :)