My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive.

To the outside world I am an ordinary forensic scientist, but secretly with the help of my friends at S.T.A.R. Labs, I fight crime and find other metahumans like me.

I hunted down the man who killed my mother, but in doing so I opened up our world to new threats, and I am the only one fast enough to stop them.

I am the Flash.


Barry whooped with delight as he skidded to a stop in S.T.A.R. Labs. His personal doctor, Caitlin Snow, let out a huff of irritation as papers were sent flying off the desk. The technical wizard of the trio, Cisco Ramon, pumped his fist as Barry entered the cortex.

"Now how was that!" Barry cheered happily, grabbing Cisco's outstretched hand and clapping his friend on the back. "I have to say, I think we broke a record." Barry took off his mask, sighing as the fresh air brushed his face. "Stopping a Leonard Snart bank robbery is a good way to finish off the day."

"If you call stopping a bank robbery by moving Snart two miles out of the city," grumbled Caitlin, rushing around to pick up her papers.

"C'mon, Cait," Barry began. "I'm sorry about your papers...the next time this happens, I'll bring you Big Belly Burger..." Caitlin turned away from him, but a minute later looked back and said, "You know my order?"

"How could he not?" laughed Cisco, leaning back in his chair. "You only have him get it for you like twice...a day." The trio all looked at each other seriously before bursting out laughing.

"Why are we disrupting my peace with giggling?"

Everyone immediately sobered up as Harry walked into the cortex, holding a weird gadget in his hands.

"I don't know," commented Cisco, glancing over his shoulder. "Because you're jerk who needs a reality check?"

"Clever," Harry mumbled under his breath, slipping into a separate room. Cisco rolled his eyes in retaliation and mimicked Harry's last word over and over again. Barry clapped his hands on both of Cisco's shoulders.

"And you wonder why he doesn't like you all that much," he said. "I gotta go guys. Talk to you later."

"Don't forget...!" Caitlin began, before Barry whooshed off. The papers she had secured in her arms went flying again, and the red Flash suit appeared on the mannequin, as if it had never left. "To take off the suit."


Iris sat at her computer, fervently typing as something fast ran past her. Her heart stopped momentarily, and she only began to breathe again as Barry stepped out of the kitchen, a large sandwich in his hands.

"Something the matter?" he garbled through a mouthful of sandwich.

"Besides that fact of you giving me a heart attack, no," Iris responded playfully. Barry gave a closed-mouth grin before heading over to the couch. "How was work?"

"I got all my cases done right on time," Barry answered happily, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"I meant as a superhero in a skin-tight red suit," Iris reiterated. "Come on...you never tell me about your day as the Flash. Give me something to work with here." Barry looked away and Iris moaned. "Fine, don't tell me. Maybe I'll just make something up. Perhaps a secret 'love' interest that no one knows about."

"It can't be a secret love interest if it's even a secret from one of the two," commented Barry, finishing off his sandwich in record time. "I'm going to head up to bed. Anything I can do for you?" Iris opened her mouth to say something, but then Barry cut her off, adding, "That does not involve the Flash?" Iris gave him a pouty look and he shook his head. "I'll see you tomorrow, Iris."


Barry glanced around, his heart racing. He had trouble keeping his breathing steady, his eyes flying about everywhere.

"Sylvia!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He ripped off his mask to his Flash suit and pushed past people in the crowd. There were some gasps from bystanders as they saw his true identity, but he couldn't worry about that now. Sylvia was in danger. He raced out of the crowd and looked around. "Where are you!" Just when he thought all hope was gone, he heard a soft voice singing in the distance.

...

But yesterday's gone. We gotta keep moving on

I'm so thankful for the moments, so glad I got to know you

The times that we had I'll keep like a photograph

And hold you in my heart forever

I'll always remember you

...

Barry sped off towards the voice, desperate to catch up to her. She couldn't die...not like this. He needed to find her. The one person who understood. The person who made him feel complete and not alone.

The one person who understood what it felt like to be a Siren.


Barry sat up with a gasp, his hands clawing at his chest. He gulped down fresh air and brought a shaky hand up to his eyes, barely registering the dampness of new tears. His door flung open, a burst of light coming from it. Iris rushed in, wearing only basketball shorts and a large t-shirt. She sank to her knees by Barry's bedside and grabbed his hand, holding it tight in her two.

"Barry! Is everything alright?" Iris asked, glancing around the room. "Was it a metahuman?" Barry could feel himself shaking his head. "Nightmare?"

"I-I couldn't s-save her," he stuttered, beginning to rock himself. "S-She died because of m-me." He let out a sob and wrapped his arms around Iris, burying his head into her neck. "I couldn't save her!"


"And he kept going on and on about how he couldn't save this one girl," Iris relayed, pacing frantically at the bottom of the stairs. She heard a mumble for her to continue, and she did. "I finally managed to get him back to sleep. Do you know what's happening?"

"He sounds like Cisco when he accidentally vibes at night," Caitlin answered her over the phone. "So far, all of his symptoms sound like he just had a terrifying nightmare. There's not much I can do to help."

"Does Barry have any girls that are really special to him?" Iris asked, biting her nails. "Someone besides us that I don't know about?"

"He's mentioned a new cute girl who came to the CCPD, but that was about it," Caitlin responded after a few seconds of silence. "If anything comes up, I'll be sure to let you know." She was quiet for a few more minutes and whispered, "Can you tell me again if he said anything besides not being able to save this girl?"

"He mentioned something about a siren, but that was it," Iris told her. She rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm not much help. Barry's words were all jumbled and I was freaked out for him..."

"It's not your fault, Iris," Caitlin cooed. "Barry just had a nightmare. Nothing more, nothing less. Sometimes, we can't deal with something, so we imagine a different situation that we are in."

"If you say so," Iris breathed. "I better let you go. Good night, Caitlin."

"Night Iris. And Barry will be fine."