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Episode One: Pilot

Krysten sighed, opening yet another box. They hadn't unpacked completely since moving to Faucet City a year ago, and it had been bugging Krysten ever since. She wanted to settle down in their quant little apartment. Not just exist. Inside the medium sized card board box were picture frames. Pictures of when she was just a little girl, growing up in Central City. Pictures of before her father left her and her mother for another woman. It was stupid, but Krysten still wondered what was wrong with her to make him leave.

As if it were her fault her father left. She'd felt as if it were ever since he never came home from work eight years ago. Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket and she sighed. She answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, I am looking for Krysten Carter," a woman on the other end asked.

"This is she," Krysten said.

"I regret to inform you that your mother, Louise Carter, has passed," the woman said.

"What? No, the doctors said she had six months," Krysten covered her mouth with her free hand, a sharp pain shooting through her chest. Tears prickled her eyes and she squeezed them shut. No, this can't be happening to me, Krysten thought. Not again. "I'm very sorry," the woman said. Krysten quickly hung up the phone, completely devastated. She dropped the cell phone and fell to her knees, sobbing. She knew her mother's life was short. And it would have to come to an end sometime.

But she hadn't expected it so soon. Ironically, rain began pelting the window behind her. Several hours later, after the crying had slowed enough, she called her Aunt Maggie—her mother's sister. She broke the news to Maggie and they cried together on the phone. "I'll be there soon," Maggie said.

"How? You don't have money to." Krysten shook her head, knowing her Aunt's financial situation.

"I'll make money," Maggie assured. "I'll be there by train, okay?"

"Okay," Krysten said.

"Where will you stay until I can be there?" Maggie asked. Krysten's face fell. It dawned on her then that she wouldn't be able to pay this month's rent. She couldn't pay any rent anywhere without a job. She had to quit working to take care of her mother full-time. They had lived off of her mother's VA benefits, but now that she was gone….

Krysten sucked in a shaky breath. "I'll stay with Iris, in Central City. I know she'll let me stay with them for a few days," she said, her voice trembling.

"Will you be alright on your own?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, Maggs, I'll be fine. Don't worry," Krysten said, sniffling.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Talk to you then," Maggie said.

"Bye," Krysten hung up the phone and pulled her knees to her chest. She hadn't spoken to Iris in over a year. Would Iris even let her in the door? She didn't know. But she had to try. So she wiped her eyes and peeled herself up off the floor. The daunting task of packing everything was awaiting her. In the end, she decided to take what money she had and then buy a train ticket to Central City with the necessities. And so she did. She hurried into her room and she packed up some clothes and her bathroom supplies in a duffel bag.

She figured the faster she got out of town, the faster the pain would go away. Whether that was true or not, she didn't know. But it was worth a shot. She changed clothes, out of the pajamas she hadn't changed out of yet. She put on jeans, a black Doctor Who T-shirt, a deep red jacket, and a brown scarf. She pulled on her black sneakers and grabbed her duffel bag off the bed, then, swinging it on her shoulder, walked into the living room. She pulled her hair into a pony tail and stepped outside.

It was now night. Eight O'clock. She sighed, locking up the apartment, then started walking down the sidewalk. She knew that the last train leaves the Faucet City station at ten. So she would have to get to the station and book a seat on a train leaving for Central before nine—the usual cut-off time for buying tickets.

She walked into the bustling train station building and breathed out her nose. She walked to the counter and the woman sitting behind it smiled at her. "Hello Miss. What can I do for you today?" the woman said, with an accent that was undeniably British.

"Hi. Um, I need one ticket for Central City," Krysten said, a bit timidly.

"Alright. One-way or round trip?" the woman asked.

"One-way, please," Krysten answered. The woman typed it her computer, then the printer next to her clicked and roared to life. "That'll be twenty dollars," the woman said. A paper printed out and the woman grabbed it off the tray. The woman cut the ticket off of the paper side and handed it to Krysten, along with a ticket sleeve. Krysten handed the woman the money from her wallet and the woman smiled again. "Have a good trip," she said. "The bay is to the right, through the third door; your train will arrive in twenty minutes."

"Thanks," Krysten said, before turning away from the counter. Krysten went through the door and found herself out the backside of the train station, where a train was just departing. The bay stopped at the door Krysten had just come from and it stretched to the right along the whole side of the building. It was completely outside except for an arch above the bay to keep the waiting patrons dry. Krysten sat on a bench as the train left the station.

There was only one other person in the bay waiting for a train, a blonde woman with a dress length coat and high heels with only one rolling suitcase. Krysten sighed and pulled her iPod out of her duffel bag. She popped in her ear buds and turned Ed Sheeran on. "Don't" was her new favorite song. She leaned her forearms on her knees and hung her head, staring at the floor. Suddenly, a shadow flashed and a pair of red high heels was in front of her. She quickly sat up and pulled out an ear bud. The blonde woman was standing in front of her, and she had obviously been trying to get Krysten's attention.

"Sorry," Krysten said. "Ear buds." Krysten held up one ear bud momentarily. The woman nodded with a small smile. "Right, um, could I borrow your cell phone? Mine died and I'm waiting on an important call," the woman said.

"Oh, sure," Krysten dug her cell phone out of her pocket and gave it to the woman. "Thanks," the woman said. She stepped away just as the train arrived. The train halted in the station and the doors slid open. Krysten grabbed her duffel off the floor and hurried into the car. It was empty except for one seat near the far end of the car, where a young-looking man sat. Krysten wasn't much for conversation so she tried her bets to sit in the center of the car. As the doors closed and the train began to move, she remembered she'd lent her cell phone.

But by that time, it was too late. She sighed in annoyance and slumped into her seat. She shook her head at her stupid self and pulled her duffel bag closer to her feet. She turned to her iPod, and starting looking for something to listen to. Just then, the man that was sitting at the back of the train car sat in the seat in front of her. Krysten glanced up from her iPod and raised an eyebrow curiously. "Hi," the man said.

"Hi," Krysten said. She sat up straighter, not knowing exactly what the guy wanted from her. He could be a serial killer for all she knew. Or a rapist. Both were disgusting to her. I mean, the man was cute. But he could be dangerous. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "The air conditioner is right above my seat." Lame excuse, she thought. This can't be good. She nodded slowly, with a small smile.

"I'm Cisco," he said, quickly out-stretching a hand.

"Krysten," she said, shaking his hand.

"What brings you to Central City?" he asked, as Krysten pulled her hand back.

"Oh, I'm just visiting a friend. What about you?" Krysten said.

"I work at Star Labs," Cisco said. Krysten furrowed her brow in confusion. "I thought Star Labs closed down after the Particle Accelerator was fried?" Krysten said, loosely crossing her arms.

"Yeah, well," he looked flustered, and it only made Krysten more curious. "Someone's gotta clean the place, right?" She nodded, but she detected a lie in there somewhere. But, who was she to judge? She just met the guy. "Okay, Cisco from Star Labs. Got any hobbies?" she asked. They talked about anything and everything possible to pass the time. It turned out they were actually closer in age than she originally thought. And he seemed like a nice guy.

When the train finally came to a stop at the Central City station, they had fallen onto the topic of the numerous vigilantes popping up recently. "First the Hood, then the Streak," Krysten said, as she stepped off the train. "And now the Hood has a sidekick."

"There's plenty of spandex to go around," Cisco said, jokingly. "But, no, let's where leather." Krysten laughed at the joke as they walked into the station. "Do you have someone picking you up?" Cisco asked her. She shook her head as they neared the door. "No, I didn't have time to call ahead," she lied.

"I was just gonna call a cab. Want a ride?" he asked. They stopped on the sidewalk near the rode, outside the train station. Krysten slid her hands in her pockets, seeing as the night was very chilly. "Sure," she said, smiling. "That'd be great." Cisco smiled and pulled out his phone. He called a cab and when it arrived, they both got in. Krysten directed the cab driver to Iris's house, and they pulled to a stop by the curb, joust outside the house. "This is it," she said, unbuckling.

"Hey, um, maybe you'd want to go for coffee? I know this great coffee house," Cisco said. Krysten nodded. "Okay, sure," she said.

"Great. Should I call you?" he asked.

"I'll call you. I don't have my phone with me. What's your number?" she asked. She dug into her bag and pulled out her pad of paper and found a pen. "Three-One-two," he said, as she wrote. "Eight-Three-Six…Four-One-One-Two."

"Awesome. I'll call you," she said, stuffing the paper into her bag. "It was nice meeting you, Cisco.

"Nice meeting you, too, Krysten," he said, as she slid out of the taxi cab. She shut the door and the cab sped off. The lights in Iris's house were off, seeing as it was close to midnight. Krysten took a shaky breath, suddenly realizing how unrealistic her plan was. Outside in the cold, she felt the pain in her chest and she felt like crying. She swallowed it down and walked up the steps, onto the small porch. The porch light was off, while she knocked.

It was quiet, inside and outside, and she thought no one was home. She knocked a few more times, a little louder. Still nothing. She felt her eyes watering as she knocked a third time. Nothing happened, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It didn't work. Tears trickled out of her eyes and she turned her back to the house. Suddenly, the porch light lit up and she quickly turned around as the door opened. Joe was standing at the door, in PJ pants and a T-shirt.

"Krysten? What are you doing here?" he asked. Krysten moved back to the door. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, Mr. West. But, Is Iris here? I really need to talk to her," she said. He glanced down at her duffle bag, saw the tears, and instantly knew something must have happened to her mother. His face filled with recognition and he sighed lightly, in a sympathetic way. "No, I'm sorry. She isn't here," he said. Krysten's face fell and she tried to hold it together. "Oh, okay," she said, crest fallen.

"Why don't you come inside and tell me what's happened?" he said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Only if you still like hot chocolate," he said. She tried to smile through the tears. "Come inside."