This is my first Barrison fic and I plan on making a few chapters, rated M for later chapters, violence, drug use, and obviously… speedster porn! There is not a lot of slow burn stories for Barrison (or I'm too lazy to find them) so this is similar to the show (somewhat) but with more slashiness involving basically everyone… Including Leonard…

A Barrison Barry/Harrison Wells (Ea-2) and Barry/Eobard Thawne (both)

What happens when Barry falls for the man in yellow, despite everything he's done; can he save his love or be haunted by the same face of the real Harrison Wells and not expect the same results? A slow burn Barrison fic/first-times and multi-slash all characters involved! Rated M

Barry POV

Since that night, everything had changed. He would never forget the lightning, for as long as he lived. He could hear sounds, Iris especially, but others he could not remember ever knowing. A sarcastic and flamboyant tone, a rather serious female tone, and then a deeper raspier tone that he could not place. All he could do was try to process the world around him through sound. Iris was the most constant, but then eventually he recognized Joe's as well, his "father" that took over his parenting that night when the world changed for him. He could only see flashes of red and yellow lightning swirling around his mother and it terrified him; he'd never forget how the water from his fish tank rose up like an angry monster. He never got any fish after that. He couldn't stand it. Flashbacks of his childhood would haunt him when he was too tired to fight the memories of the bullies and fights his mother lied about him winning to make his father proud. It was those moments that he missed the most. Now his mother was dead and his father was in prison, framed for her murder when he couldn't even explain how it happened; well, he did, but nobody had believed him.

Then one day, he woke up…. Nine months later…

He heard yelling and then light filtered his vision and he saw all their faces, some new, some old as time. Joe's worn expression, Iris' confident smile, and… was that Harrison Wells?!

Barry stared in slight shock for a moment because this had been one of his idols, but he had a feeling that since the particle accelerator explosion, he probably wasn't going to win any awards with such an enormous failure. Barry sucked in a breath as he weighed all the conditions and thought of the right way to respond and he didn't want to come off as an obsessive fan boy. He made up his mind and sat up abruptly and looked around. His chest was cold, but the blanket around his midsection did wonders. All of his friends, well mostly Joe and Iris, greeted him with much enthusiasm and he'd never been happier to see them. He couldn't help but peek over her shoulder as she hugged him and snuck an image of the doctor that was staring at his charts with a smile on his face.

"Barry Allen…" Dr. Wells spoke with a deep baritone that he suddenly remembered during his sleep, how long had that been?

"Nine months…." Harrison spoke, as if he knew what Barry had been thinking.

Barry tried pulling off the cords, but winced when he reached the IV.

Harrison reached for the cord and glanced up at the saline levels; it was then when Barry noticed….

Harrison Wells was in a wheelchair…

Barry felt his cheeks flame up as he saw a pressed expression on Harrison's face as he was reading the numbers on his chart with a furrowed brow. He'd lost his ability to walk, and Barry couldn't help, but feel bad for him.

"Dr. Wells?" He mumbled as the darker-haired man shifted his torso and looked at him with a stern expression that stopped the rest of his question that he couldn't bear to ask. He looked down and grabbed the sheets and blushed.

"C…Can I be alone for a minute?" Barry managed to ask. Everyone looked at him in surprise, but it only took moment for Wells' voice to raise, and they were all leaving S.T.A.R. Labs.

"I had faith you'd make it through, and…" Harrison handed him a dark grey sweatshirt that had the lab's logo over the front of it and a pair of black sweatpants.

"Sorry, I don't know what size you wear so you'll have to bring some spare clothes from home when you have the time, but you should be resting." Wells instructed him.

"I… I've been asleep for a while….haven't I?" Wells answered with a slight tilt of the head and a grin; Barry couldn't help but respond with his own.

"Oh my God, I need to brush my teeth!" Barry got up and stumbled to the floor.

"Hey!" Harrison almost stumbled from his wheelchair trying to keep Barry from hitting the floor, but then he managed to right himself up.

"You haven't used your legs in some time… It may take some getting used to." Harrison scolded lightly.

You don't know the half of it…

Barry thought about that last comment and all he wanted to do was hug Harrison, he felt miserable, looking straight at his legs without realizing it.

"Barry?" Harrison's tone filled his ears and he pulled himself up from his thoughts.

"Yeah.. I'm fine…" Barry struggled to right himself, but only managed to stumble forward and blindly grab to the arms of Harrison's wheelchair, glancing up in surprise and almost nose-to-nose with his scientific idol. He felt heat flood his face and he looked down and saw the hemline of Wells' black trouser pants, which was probably worse than staring at his face. He managed a look back up and Harrison was reaching for his wrists and pulling him up as best as he could with a grunt. Barry managed to stand, but he almost fell again, but grabbing Harrison's shoulders prevented his next fall. He felt embarrassed as hell, but then a deep hearty laugh filled his ears and he looked down in surprise, much to Harrison's chagrin, Barry started to laugh too.

"Grab the handles…" Harrison ordered as he reached down and locked the wheels on both sides. Barry felt his weight shift as the doctor leaned to the right as he made his way up. He was finally on his feet again and braced himself on the handles.

"I… I think I got it…" He smiled and felt a rush of cold on his backside, then glanced at the clothes in Harrison's lap.

"I… I'm naked?!" He suddenly blurted.

"Well, it's easier to operate without clothes in the way…" Harrison smiled and set the clothes on the edge of the bed.

"Take it slow… I don't want you injured again." Barry nodded at Harrison's words of instruction as he pushed one foot to the side and carefully put his weight on his left foot, then the other and then again until he left the safety of Harrison's chair. He stuck his arms out on the sides and made his way to the bed as he heard a chuckle arise from the doctor.

"What's so funny?!" Barry scoffed as he flopped to the side of the bed.

"Nothing." Wells answered as he folded his fingers in the form of a steeple. Barry stuck his tongue against his lower lip and his teeth as he struggled into the pants and pulled off the hospital gown.

"I have abs?!" He stared in amazement and couldn't stop looking down. Harrison chuckled once more and mentioned something about the metabolic rate and feeding tube. Barry looked to his hip and saw a dark red spot that had a few stitches in it.

"Ohh.." Barry gasped as he ran his fingers over the puckered skin in wonder. He glanced up at met Harrison's expression and the doctor quickly glanced away, like he'd been caught or something.

"I need to get going." He stumbled to his feet and pulled the sweater over his head and managed to walk a few steps and then he started jumping up and down, much to the surprised expression on Harrison's face.

"You need to rest and take it easy." He grumbled.

"I need to walk… exercise and feel normal again." Barry admitted as he walked fairly normal and left the lab, thanking Wells with his departure.

Barry sucked in a breath as he meandered about town and he felt the need to have a coffee from his favorite place; he was in line when one of the waitresses stumbled and then the world around him shifted. He could see everything with such clarity and slowness, it scared him and then the world shifted back to the speed he was accustomed to with a gasp.

Was this all real? He couldn't have imagined all that… No way…

It didn't take long for more strange things to happen… He was scared and he was left no choice, but to run back to S.T.A.R. Labs and talk to them about what kinds of symptoms he was having.

"You don't really believe he can run this fast can you?" Caitlyn Snow turned to Dr. Wells with a look of dismay and slight ignorance.

"I believe anything is possible…" Wells responded in kind as he followed her with the buzz of his wheelchair.

"Maybe in a few minutes… You will to." He spoke with a knowing smile and raised brow.

"How's it fit?" Cisco Ramone asked with a more than merrier grin on his face.

Barry felt silly in this spandex suit, but the shoes were worse, they flopped around as he stumbled his way out of the trailer and onto the runway.

"It's a little snug." He admitted as Cisco mentioned something about him going so fast that no one would see it. Harrison wore a look of utter excitement as he tapped away on the keyboard of his laptop, making no attempt to his own wide smile.

"You thought the world was slowing down, but you were moving so fast, it only looked like like it was slowing down." Cisco kept on as Barry followed him.

"Dr. Wells will be measuring your energy output levels and Caitlyn's got your vitals." Cisco smiled and pointed at them both.

"And what do you do?" Barry asked with a smug smile.

"I make the toys man…" He responded with a sly grin. He showed him a 2-way radio monitor with an impressive lightning bolt on it. He would be able to tell when Barry would create potential sonic booms. Barry could only gape at him as he pulled the helmet off his head and Caitlyn scurried up to him. He watched as she pressed buttons on his suit.

"What?" She spoke in a somewhat cold tone.

"Nothing…" He shrugged.

"I just noticed you don't smile much…" He answered.

Then she went on about her career and then her boss being in a wheelchair for life, when Barry glanced over at him, he was smiling at the computer screen with furrowed brows from the bright sunlight; then the explosion robbing her of her fiancé.

That shut Barry up real quick because he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Allen, as excited as I am to see the full range of your abilities…" He paused at looked up at him, "I would caution restraint." He smiled wider, Barry answered with a cautionary nod.

"Yeah." He was sincere and made his way to the start line. He started breathing harder, his adrenaline started to pick up, along with his heart rate; he placed his fingertips to the asphalt and glanced behind him and saw Wells put on a pair of sunglasses and a smug grin. He felt the familiar tinge of electricity in his mind and vision as he took off, faster than he ever had before.

Wells' chair was blown slightly back as the wave of energy blew past the three scientists.

"He just passed 200 miles." Cisco informed while Caitlyn said that it was impossible.

Harrison could only smile wider to himself, knowing there was more possibility within his future, more so now than ever…

Barry was moving so fast, he could hide the smile, but then a flash of blurred memory of the man in the yellow suit that had red lightning killed his mother flooded his mind. When he opened his eyes, he crashed into the garbage cans full of water that was set up in case he crashed. He slammed into the cans and felt pain shooting up his wrist and he clutched it tenderly, knowing he'd broken something.

Caitlyn told them to be careful and he'd pushed it against Harrison's warning, but now here he was, back in a bed, probably the same one even…

"You're healing way faster than normal. What took months for a normal person to heal, you've managed to do it in a manner of hours." She gasped.

Wells stared at the x-ray with astonishment and a grin, but then told Barry to heed his warning about watching himself out there.

It wasn't much longer until Cisco had made him a suit….a beautiful one at that and it was red.

Barry eventually started, with the help of Cisco, fighting small crimes around town, but kept it hidden from the other two… he felt they just wouldn't understand his need and strong desire to help others and if he could do something about it, then he would.

Barry eventually discovered the fact that the particle accelerator explosion had caused others to develop different abilities, but the main issue with them, was that they chose to use them for their own self-gain and harmed citizens that Barry cared about.

It wouldn't be long until Joe found out, and he would be excited, amazed, and surprised, but eventually he could help him not only in his job as a forensic scientist, but now so much more with his new cowl and suit.

Clyde Martin was scary, intimidating, but he managed to face him, and when he saw the tornado that had built from the sky like nothing, he knew he had to stop it. Dr. Snow and Wells were not happy to discover his new hobby of fighting crime, but they all quickly came to terms that Barry had to stop this bad guy as well. Barry felt pure fear as he watched the tornado grow in sie as it began to devour barns and other structures around him.. but Harrison's voice poured through him like liquid confidence, which ignited his adrenaline and will to fight.

"You must create a vacuum…" He spoke in the comm. Barry ran around in circles around Clyde, feeling uncertain if it would work. He felt a strong gust of wind that knocked him out of the vortex. Wells' voice of comfort and guidance lead him..pushed him… faster…

He pushed himself harder, faster than the tornado and went in the opposite direction, which created the vacuum once more, only stronger this time. His blood pumped in his veins, as did the lightning… there was nothing like it….nothing!

Barry felt the oxygen leave around Clyde, which caused the tornado to dissipate before it could do any more damage, then Joe fired two shots and wound up killing the meta-human.

The fight was over and Barry could rest now. He slowed and could hear cheers on the other side of the comm, but then Joe discovered his secret. There was no way he could hide it from his second father that brought him up through the most difficult years of his life. But he warned her not to tell Iris, and he had no choice, but to protect her….so he did and kept her secret.

Harrison POV

He eventually made it home and heaved the wheelchair over the slope into his house and shut the door with a clank sound, which alerted him that it was now locked. He pulled himself up with a sigh and reached up to the ceiling until he heard a dignified crack, he responded with a groan and sauntered over to his wet bar. He took a hearty glass of whiskey and swirled it around in front of his nose, taking in the heady nutmeg and cinnamon accents within the deep amber color of the alcohol. Somehow he managed to leave the sound system on the fm radio station and Lady Gaga's Pokerface song came on. He laughed before he could be angry; the day had simply took a lot out of him. Barry had reached new levels of potential and it wouldn't be much longer if he honestly thought about it. He turned on the television and House Hunters was on HGTV and all he could do was laugh. The couple looking for a new house seemed alright, but the mom was being such a bitch. He flipped through the stations and found some cartoon named The Amazing World of Gumball and the characters were both in 3-D and 2-D, somehow that bothered him, but not enough to keep him from laughing at the sheer stupidity of the two main characters.

"What the hell…" He kept channel surfing until he reached FX and saw American Horror Story. He tossed something at the TV.

"What happened to you, it was good until you ended one… that shit was genuinely scary, but what the fuck happened after that?!" He scoffed and continued to berate his TV. Eventually, he got bored and drank more whiskey. At least there was one thing he could enjoy without his abilities… the surge of alcohol pounding through his veins, It was the one time he felt slightly normal and carefree enough to let loose, even if it meant having a one-way conversation and yelling at his TV. He heaved a sigh and slumped into the cushions, at least there was progress. He drained all of his resources by constantly checking up on the progress of that newspaper that now defined his life. He shifted on the couch and kicked his feet up. He wanted to feel bad about lying to Barry about his legs, but it only helped his method of cover…. he almost felt bad about it as he wiggled his foot against the other…

"Ehhh…" He said aloud as he channel surfed. At some point he ended somewhere between Say Yes to the Dress and Cake Boss. He'd closed his eyes long ago before slipping into a light slumber.

His phone buzzed and startled him to a level of awareness, but his head was still in the fog of last night.

Thanks for everything Dr. Wells… Then it mentioned something about coffee or lunch and Harrison started to drift again before he saw who it was from…

Barry Allen…

Wells answered yes before he weighed his options, maybe he could let his guard down slightly, at least away from home he could to some extent. He turned over and curled up on the couch and slept.

Expect nonsense and sheer giddiness later. What will Thawne think of what Barry has to say, and how long can he keep up his charade?

Find out in the next chapter….

I will not be doting on every episode or villain, but the in-between moments between characters…

Reviews are Barrison kisses…