Episode 1
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
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Destiny is described as a series of events that will happen to a person in the future. And it is described as unstoppable. If it's your destiny, it will catch upon to you one day. Whether is good or bad. Whether is something or someone.
Amy Winston believed in destiny, but for her it wasn't that interesting. Since she was born her life was planned for her and she went through it step by step. She didn't complaint that often. After all, life had given her a lot of advantages that many people could only dream of, but when you don't have power over the decisions in your life, you can't help but to fight for a little control. Four you to be heard, for your decisions to be taken into account.
Amy's father was Emmett Winston, heir and grandson of Harry Winston. Yes, that Harry Winston. The famous and renowned jewelry store. So as you can imagine, Amy never had any need while growing up. She went to the best schools as planned, she studied law as planned, and one day she would take over the company, as planned.
But before all that, she had to prove her father she was ready. Emmet just had decided to open a store in Central City and put her daughter at the front of the decisions. She had to do all. Look for a place for the store, buy it, pick collections to take there, look for employees and plan all the advertisements to make sure it would be a success. And Amy did a fantastic job, that is until one collection went missing and then the police arrested the guy she had sent with another collection. And then some of the permits for the construction were denied, and the party she was planning for the grand opening had been stalled because she couldn't get enough A-list celebrities.
The girl, losing it, had to go herself down to the police station because they not only had arrested his deliver guy, they were holding onto the collection. And surely they were going to contact her father instead of her, so she had to rush there.
Amy took the elevator, put her best boss-don't-mess-with-me face and exited the elevator into the Central City Police Department headquarters. It was surprisingly empty, with just two police officers on the desk. The girl, was so angry and frustrated, she charged against the first one she saw.
"I need to talk to the idiot who is holding my delivery guy and my diamonds," both policemen looked up at the girl, frowned confused and taken aback. "You have any idea where I..."
"Amy?"
A voice very familiar interrupted them and when she turned, she saw Barry Allen walking from the office behind the front desk to where she was. Amy opened her eyes surprised and couldn't help but smile, her problems momentarily forgotten.
"Barry? Oh my God!" She hugged him as soon as he was in front of her. "I haven't seen you since Junior year!"
Both police officers looked at each other, grateful to be forgotten and quickly slipped out to the back.
Barry hugged Amy back and when she stepped back he smiled at her.
"I know. You've been busy living in Ibiza," Barry said with a teasing smile.
Amy shook her head and her smile grew.
"Paris and London. Ibiza was strictly holidays," she replied with a very exaggerated posh English accent. Barry wheezed, chuckling and the girl couldn't help to laugh as well.
"Oh God," Barry commented sarcastically.
Amy smiled brightly and hugged him again.
"I really missed you, Barry."
The guy couldn't help but flush and returned an awkward hug, hoping she wouldn't notice his heart beat racing more than normal.
"Really?" The guy asked a bit unsure, since he hadn't heard of heard in a while. The girl stepped back, opening her mouth to reply when Chyre interrupted them.
"What the hell is going on?" The grumpy detective asked looking around, his eyes falling on Barry. "Allen?" He said confused but Amy quickly stepped to him, letting Barry go.
"Are you Captain Singh?" The girl asked coolly, her bad mood returning.
"He's out," the man replied, raising an eyebrow at her voice of tone but didn't let her intimidate him. "I'm detective Chyre. What can I do for you miss...?"
"Winston. Miss Amy Winston," Amy replied lifting her chin. "And some of your guys, incompetently arrested my delivery guy, Eugene Garrett. And are holding onto my jewelry collection."
Chyre lips set into a straight line and glared at the entitled girl in front of him. He was not in the mood for this.
"Eugene Garrett was arrested yesterday. He not only stole two of the Winston collections but he also hijacked another diamond delivery," he informed Amy.
Amy opened her eyes surprised and kicked herself. So that's where the missing collection was.
"Two collections? That son of..."
"But don't worry, miss Winston," Chyre interrupted her rant. "We've already contacted your father."
Amy's heart sank to her knees.
"He's not in charge of those collections. I am!" She protested angrily, trying to not let the detective seeing the sudden fear in her eyes. But he had being a detective for far too long, and he saw.
"But he's the owner," he snapped coolly, finishing the talk. Then turned to Barry. "Allen?"
"Your pen, sir," Barry quickly said, giving back his pen he had used for taking an excrement sample earlier that day. Chyre rose a displeased eyebrow. "It's clean. I cleaned it." Barry quickly added.
"Get out of my sight," Chyre replied, nodding at the door. "And show miss Winston to the door." And then the man walked back to his office.
"Hey, I'm not done!" Amy protested, following him, but Barry held her back, by placing his hands on her shoulders. "You can't do this!"
Chyre stopped and turned to look at the girl.
"Miss Winston, you keep shouting and I'll have you arrested, am I clear?"
Amy frowned and opened her mouth to protest, but Barry quickly intervened:
"Crystal." Chyre, shaking his head annoyed, turned around and entered his office, slamming the door.
"Let's go, Amy," Barry pulled her to the hall, and the girl reluctantly followed him, glaring at the detective's door.
"I can't believe this!" She complained loudly as she followed Barry. "My father is going to kill me."
"You didn't know that guy had stolen two pieces of jewelry?" Barry asked her.
"There weren't two pieces. It was two collections," the girl said sighing.
"Yikes."
They entered Barry's lab but Amy was so distracted she barely noticed.
"I mean, Garrett called me and told me the police had stopped him unfairly..." she said, running a hand through her hair. "My dad put me ahead of the new store in Central City. When he knows they were stolen... What it's that smell?"
The girl scrunched up her nose, disgusted.
"It's an excrement sample I tried to identify," Barry said taking a tiny piece of the sample and putting on a microscope slide.
"Nice," the girl replied disgusted, staying away from the microscope and the bag with the sample. But then it downed on her and she looked around before turning to Barry. "Wait, you work here?"
Barry nodded, turning to her, leaning on the table. A proud smile peaking on his lips.
"This is my lab."
Amy squealed, jumping lightly.
"So you did it! You actually did it! You become a NCSI."
"Just CSI," Barry replied.
"That's even better. Oh my God, Barry, congratulations," she went to him and hugged him again, but when she stepped back he gave her a look.
Amy rolled her eyes.
"I know it's late, but whatever," she shrugged and Barry chuckled.
"Okay, thanks."
Amy stepped back and let him continue with his work. As he examined the sample on his microscope, the girl left her bag and her coat on a chair, to look around comfortably.
Barry took some notes and took the sample to a machine that could identify the components better. As soon as he closed the door, he turned around and saw Amy looking at his board, munching on his fries.
"Hey, hand off my fries!" The guy told her going to her and taking the box again.
"I'm stressed!" Amy protested. "My dad's going to kill me in just a matter of hours and you're busy with your poop sample. Who really needs the fries more?" She tried to grab more but Barry snap her hand away.
"I'm not sharing," Barry replied unmovable.
Amy gasped indignantly.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"May I reminded you a certain incident that happened eight years ago," Amy protested pointing at him with half a fry before eating it.
"That was different!" Barry replied.
"It was not!"
"I was drunk," the guy said.
"And I'm emotional unstable," Amy replied, placing a hand over her chest. "Besides they're tiny lonely fries, you swamp up my entire dinner."
"I'll tell you what," Barry told her, still trying to fend her hands away, and raised his arm as far as he could go behind him. "After I finish this I'll buy you the meal I stole from you. But you can't have my fries."
And he walked away with the fries. Amy followed him pouting, and sat on his chair, placing her elbows on her desk and her face on her hands.
"Not fair, I'm hungry now," she complained, still pouting. Barry looked at her with a raised eyebrow and fake ruthlessness. But he couldn't help but smile as he walked to his computer. She had no idea how much he had missed her, and he was beyond glad she was there, teasing him again.
"It's this identify things going to take you much?" Amy asked her, now a bit more seriously.
"Hope not," Barry replied tapping. "I was hoping to see the S.T.A.R. Labs' particle accelerator presentation. It's going to be amazing," he added glancing at her with a very excited smile.
Amy couldn't but chuckle.
"Still the nerd I see," she replied fondly.
"Not everyone can be a diamond heiress," Barry replied sarcastically, but smiling back.
"Believe me, it doesn't offer that much freedom as it appears," Amy said, sarcastically as well, but there was a hint of bitterness on it. Barry turned to her, but the girl turned around, pretending to look at Barry's notes so he couldn't see her face.
"Wanna come?" Barry asked walking to her. Amy turned to him, frowning confused.
"To the accelerator presentation," the guy explained. "I know it's not some party but if I recall correctly..."
"Actually, don't faint or me or anything, I was already going," Amy said with small smirk.
Barry frowned confused.
"Really?"
"My dad is a friend with Harrison Wells," Amy replied, nodding.
Just as she imagined. Barry's eyes opened wide as a little kid and he grabbed his head with his hands.
"Oh my God, are you serious?" He replied as if in shock.
Amy laughed at his reaction and nodded.
"Well, friend is a bit of a stretch," the girl admitted, scrunching up her nose. "But Harrison himself invite my dad and I. He's not going to be able to go though. And I have an extra backstage pass, what do you say?"
She didn't even have to ask. Barry paced around excited, almost jumping.
"Oh my... yes! Can I bring a camera?"
Amy burst out laughing but Barry didn't care he was beyond excited.
"I'll ask," the girl replied, grinning. Happy to have brighten her friend's day like that. "Can I have a fry now?" She asked with a smirk.
"You can eat them all!" He replied, still pacing. "And I have some chocolate shake there!"
Amy stood up and went quickly to get the fries.
"You know how to keep a woman happy, Allen," she replied chuckling. Barry blushed as he saw the girl, walking excitedly to his food, her brown curls bouncing. He smiled at her fondly and returned to his computer.
"Okay! I am ready to see this atom smasher smashing," Iris West, the girl he had grew up with, walked in the lab with an excited smile.
Barry smile faded as he looked up and realized he hadn't mentioned her to Amy.
Amy turned around, drinking Barry's milkshake and she smiled excited.
"Iris!" Amy went to her.
"Amy?" Iris replied surprised to see her, and hugged the girl. "Oh my God! It's so good to see you."
"You too," Amy replied happily stepping back. "You work here too?"
"No, I came here because we have a previous engagement," Iris replied, smiling at Barry.
Amy was taken aback and she looked at Barry surprised.
"Oh, I didn't know you guys were dating," she said. Maybe Irirs didn't want her there, but before Barry could say anything, Iris laughed heartedly.
"No, we're not," she quickly denied, shaking her head, still smiling. "That would be so weird. No, I'm just going with Barry to his sad little nerd dream, the particles accelerator from S.T.A.R. Labs."
She rolled her eyes and looked at Barry.
"Really?" Amy replied, crossing her arm and turning to Barry with an accusatory raised eyebrow. "That's funny, because he just told me he would be going with me."
"What?" Iris turned to Barry. "No! I cancelled a date for this!" She complained.
"But-but..." Barry stutter feeling like a deer caught in headlights and about to be rolled over. "Amy knows Harrison Wells, and I can take pictures... Besides, can't you ask them to let Iris with us, Amy?" Barry turned to Amy, with a hopeful expression.
Amy hid a smile and Barry didn't notice but Iris did.
"I can't, Barry," she replied with fake annoyance. "This is top security. And I just have one extra place. You have to decide, Iris or me?"
"I..."
"Yeah, Barry, decide. Amy or me?" Iris pushed him, playing along.
"No... I... guys..."
"I can't believe you, after all this years living together!" Iris exclaimed indignantly.
"And I though we were friends! I guess our time in college meant nothing!" Amy snapped, coolly, glaring at him.
Barry looked at both girls desperately, about to having a mental breakdown when both burst out laughing.
"He's so adorable when he's head's about to explode," Amy told Iris, laughing.
"I think he was going to cry, for a moment there," the other girl replied, laughing as well.
"What?" Barry stood there, confused and a bit traumatized.
"We can totally take Iris with us, Barry. Don't you worry," Amy replied with a smile, wiping a tiny tear from her eyes. She was still laughing a little.
"No. No," Barry snapped. indignantly. "That wasn't funny. You're mean," he pointed at Iris who was laughing. "And you're evil," he pointed at Amy who smirked. "Give me my fries and my milkshake. You don't deserve them!" The guy said, grabbing the box and the cup, shaking his head disappointingly at Amy.
"Come on, Barry. Don't be like that," Iris said, chuckling.
"Hey, leave him alone, he's working," a deep voice replied and Detective Joe West entered the lab smiling at both Iris and Barry.
"Hi, Dad," said Iris hugging the big man. When he stepped back he noticed Amy.
"Joe!" The girl exclaimed raising her arms in the air and hugged him.
"Amy, long time no see, girl," the man said with a fond smile, hugging the girl back.
"Right back at you, Joe," as the girl stepped back.
Just at that moment, Barry's machine beeped. Iris turned to it.
"Your testing is done," Iris said looking at the screen.
"Yeah," Barry said walking to the computer to see the results.
"I think the Mardon brothers are hiding on a farm," Barry told to Joe, looking at his computer. "The fecal matter I found on the street, it was cow manure, which contains traces of oxytetracycline."
Amy, Iris and Joe raised their eyebrows, not knowing what that was.
"It's an antibiotic," Barry explained, printing the information and handling the sheets to Joe. "There are only four farms in the area that still use it in their feed. I bet you find a very sweet Shelby parked at one of them."
"Impressive," Amy admitted, looking at Barry and smiling. The guy nod his head, acknowledging the compliment.
"Dad, seeing as how Barry solved your poop problem, how about letting him go to S. T. A. R. Labs?" Iris asked, sweet-talking his dad.
Joe looked at Iris, then at Amy and then at Barry.
"Fine, go," he said and smiled when Barry let an excited yell.
"Yes! Thank you, Joe," the guy said going to grab his jacket.
Amy jumped out of the stool where she had sat and grab her coat and bag.
"You're going too?" Joe asked her confused, because he knew she couldn't care less for that kind of thing.
"Sure, I've missed this dork long enough," the girl said, smirking as she put her coat on. Then she grabbed Barry's fries and left with Barry and Iris.
The man just smiled and shook his head.
"I don't even know what is so important about this particle accelerator," Iris admitted as they were on their way to S.T.A.R. Labs, in a limo, thanks to Amy. They had been chatting, and drinking a little.
Barry turned to her.
"Harrison Wells' work in quantum theory is light-years ahead of anything they're doing at CERN," he replied excitedly.
Amy rose and eyebrow and Iris crossed her arms.
"You're doing that thing where you're not speaking English," Iris said sarcastically.
"Maybe it's the whiskey talking," Amy teased, smirking at Barry over her own glass.
Barry looked at both girls and shook his head. He took his mostly empty glass and poured barely half a finger of whiskey in it.
"Just imagine that this whiskey, is everything the human race has ever learned until this moment," he told them with a grin, showing the glass to them.
"Does that include twerking?" Iris said raising an eyebrow.
"And contouring?" Amy told her and Iris nodded, agreeing. But Barry ignored their jokes and put the glass on the table again, gesturing at all the bottles in the small limo bar.
"That is everything we could learn from the particle accelerator," he replied turning to them again. "It's a whole new way of looking at physics. It will literally change the way that we think about everything," the boy said, not being able to contain his excitement.
"I'm excited now," Amy said sarcastically. "That's a lot of alcohol."
Barry gave her an unamused look.
"You gotta get yourself a girlfriend," Iris teased him as well.
That actually caught Amy's attention.
"What? You don't have a girlfriend?" She said, surprised.
"I've had girlfriends," Barry replied in a lower voice, looking down at his glass.
"Yeah, but they're always so..." Amy said scrunching up her nose. "You know."
"Right?" Iris told her, totally agreeing with her.
"Besides when it was the last girlfriend you had?"
"Hum, Kathy..." Barry said, still not looking at them.
Amy raised her eyebrows, remembering the girl.
"Crazy Kathy?"
"She wasn't crazy," Barry replied indignantly, looking up at her.
"She gave you a bracelet she made out of her hair," Amy replied and Iris scrunched up her face with disgust.
"What?"
"It was from her art class," Barry shrugged, drinking the barely there whiskey in his glass.
"She ate candles," Amy continued.
"It was just one time," the guy protested.
Amy shook her head.
"Seriously. You haven't had any girlfriends since Crazy Kathy?"
"I just hadn't have time, you know," Barry said, shrugging again.
"Fine," Amy said. She could totally understand that. "But I won't let you date another Crazy Kathy."
"You won't?" Barry said, raising an eyebrow.
"No. I'll be around more time to help you avoid such bad decisions," Amy said with a smile, finishing her drink.
Barry shook his head, incredulously.
"My bad decisions?" He emphasized the word my.
"Yes," Amy said, frowning, confused at his tone.
"Didn't you trust diamonds to a thief just a few days ago?" Barry threw her problem earlier at her face. Amy's smile faded and she glared at Barry.
"What?" Iris now turned to her.
"That's different," Amy defended herself quickly. "I didn't know. His resume looked fine!"
"How much did he stole?" Iris asked her.
"Two collections," now it was Amy's turn to look down at her empty glass.
"How much, I mean?" Iris said raising her eyebrows.
"I don't know like one million, one million and a half," Amy said, biting her lip.
Iris choke on her drink.
"You lost two million dollars?!"
Amy looked up quickly, with a child's' guilty expression.
"One and a half and they were stolen!"
Iris settled her glass down and shook her head.
"Okay, no. You know what, I'm going to handle both your lives from now on," Iris said raising her hands, ans shaking her head. "It's safer this way."
Amy glared at him.
"Tattletale," she told him, resentfully.
"You told her about Crazy Kathy!" Barry replied, indignantly.
They arrived with just a few minutes before the presentation started. They exited the limo and walked with still arriving people. On the other side of the fence there were hundred's of protesters yelling at them but they didn't even acknowledged them. At the door there was a podium with a microphone and the press was gathered around it.
"Okay, so you guys wait up here," Amy told Barry and Iris, turning to them. "I'm going to sweet talk that guy. Be right back." and shaking her hair, lightly she walked straight to the scenario.
"So Barry, how was your trip?" Iris asked Barry, as they waited for Amy. "Did you find proof of the impossible in Starling City, or did you just make my dad mad for no reason?"
Barry smiled at the last part.
"Actually, while I was away, I had a chance to think about you know, relationships," he made an awkward pause. And well, I'm not in one, and, you're not in one either," he added nervously. "And you're my best friend, Iris."
"You're mine, too," Iris told him with a smile. "Why else would I be here?"
"That's not what I meant," Barry said, frowning a little. The conversation not going as he had planned. "What I meant-"
"I know what you're gonna say, Barry," Iris interrupted him.
"I'm not sure you do," Barry replied.
"Even though we pretty much grew up in the same house together, and we're kinda like brother and sister, because we're not brother and sister, it can get really weird and awkward to talk to me about girls, but I just want you to know, that it shouldn't be awkward."
Barry nodded, feeling as they had just poured cold water on him.
"There is nothing that I want more than for you to meet the right person that totally loves and adores you for the amazing guy that you are," Iris told him, heartedly, leaving Barry speechless and embarrassed. But she didn't notice.
"Took the words right out of my mouth," Barry said, trying to not look disappointed.
"Aw. Aren't you glad I know you so well?" Iris smiled at him, bumping her shoulder with him and he just fake an awkward smile.
"Thank you."
"So I say you go get her," Iris kept going.
Barry looked up to her confused.
"Get who?"
"Amy."
Barry blushed and opened his mouth, taken aback.
"What? No. No, I don't..."
He shook his head but Iris ignored him.
"Come on. You were in love with her when you were in college," the girl said, matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes.
"No, I..." Barry sighed, looking down. "That was a long time ago."
"It wasn't that long," Iris told him, placing a hand on his arm.
"It was. And she left, remember?" Barry said, not wanting to talk about it. Once a few years back, Barry recounted his friend from camp, Amy, and he had had a big fat crush on her all through out college. But she was always dating guys way out better than him. Bigger guys, richer guys, and she just considered him his friend. Never had seen him in another light. And one day, she left. She didn't return to the classes, she wasn't in her sorority house and Barry found out a week later after trying to find her everywhere, that she had went to Europe, to finish school there. And he never knew way. Barry knew Amy had troubles with her dad, so it was possible he had sent her there, but she never said goodbye, and she never wrote. And Barry spent his senior year moping around because of her. Finally, two years ago, he had gotten over her, and now he had a similar problem with Iris. And now, life had been funny enough to bring back Amy, just as he had humiliated himself with Iris.
"But she's back," Iris told him, with a hopeful smile. "She said so herself."
"It's different, Iris," Barry shook his head.
"Why?" Iris pressed on.
"She's so out of my league," he shrugged, wanting nothing more for the presentation to start and forget about this topic.
"No, Barry," Iris protested.
"She is," Barry said exasperatedly. "She's Harry Winston's heiress and I'm a CSI."
"Amy's never been a snob," Iris shrugged. "She has never cared about that."
"Yeah, when we were in college. It was different," Barry shook his head. "Now her responsibilities and mine are very different and, besides, I don't feel like that for her anymore."
"What if now she feels the same?" Iris asked, slyly, raising an eyebrows.
"I... no," Barry huffed at that thought. That would never happen, but his heart raced a little at the thought. "I mean, you've seen her, right? Amy is..."
"What am I?"
Barry's heart almost popped out of his chest. In fact, he was sure Iris and Amy noticed. He turned to Amy, jumping and gasping startled and smiled nervously.
"Amy. Here. I mean you're here. That's what I meant," he replied awkwardly.
"Okay," Amy frowned, looking at him confused. "So we have to hurry because..."
"Amy Elizabeth Winston!" A deep familiar voice interrupted them. It was Amy time to jump and gasped startled.
"It's not good when he uses my whole name..." she told them under her breath and taking a deep breath, she turned around with a nervous smile. "Daddy!"
Emmett Winston had been always intimidating. It was the kind of guy who could be cool, but if he was in a mood you should be better be careful. And right now he was in the worst of moods.
"Is it true that the two new lines were stolen?" He asked his daughter, angrily.
"But they just caught the guy, Daddy," she replied quickly.
"Yes, the deliver guy you hired," Emmett replied, angrily. "And they recovered just one. The other is still missing."
"I'm sure they would find it, Mr. Winston," Barry intervened, stupidly. It was an instinct when he saw Amy's scared face. "They already have found a second stolen van."
"Thank you, Barney, but that's not the point," Emmett replied, barely glancing at the guy. "I asked you to delivered it yourself. Not to send some guy. It's time you learn some responsibilities."
Amy blushed, embarrassed and upset, being scolded in front of her friends.
"And now you're going to deliver the one recovered in person. Right now!"
"But the presentation..."
"It's just Wells," Emmett dismissed it with a gesture. "He'll understand, now let's go." Then he turned to Amy's friends. "Barney, Iris."
And he left, glaring at his daughter one last time.
Amy sighed, feeling stupid and embarrassed. She turned to Iris and Barry.
"I'm so sorry, guys," she apologized because without her, they wouldn't let them in the lab.
"It's okay, we understand," Iris told her, kindly. Barry nodded but frowned lightly.
"Your dad is still calling me, Barney?"
The way he said, made her smile lightly.
"Sorry. I'll try to remind him when he's not this pissed," she said. "See you."
And she walked away, her white coat getting lost in the crowd, her curls somehow not bouncing as much.
"That was unnecessarily humiliating, Dad," Amy told his father as soon as they were alone in his car. The girl crossed her arms, and looked out of the window, upset. This wasn't how he had planned met Barry again.
"Humiliating?" Emmett replied angrily, lifting his eyes from his phone. "Humiliating finding out two millions of dollars worth of diamonds were stolen from you because your daughter wouldn't show up."
"One and a half," the girl said under her breath and then turned to her dad. "It wasn't like that. I was overseeing the new store."
"I told you already I'm not putting you in charge of that," Emmett snapped angrily. "And after this you made my point valid."
Amy's blood boiled. A few years back she had told his father she wasn't interested on the family business, but he had made her turn her life around becaus eof it. Now, he was angry because she had tried and failed what he had wanted since the beginning.
"It wasn't my fault. I just was trying to help," the girl replied.
"Yes, you always say that when you're lazy to do the job and it goes wrong," Emmett shook his head. "Like that time at Mallorca?"
"You love to bring that up," Amy buffed, rolling her eyes just as the car stopped at the heliport.
"Here," her father practically pushed the metallic case containing the stolen collection into Amy's hand. "And this time make sure it arrives to the store."
The girl glared at his father before opening the door and exiting the car.
It was raining. Of course, it was raining she thought as the chauffeur, Milo, ran to her with an umbrella. Milo walker her to the helicopter as the pilot was rearranging some boxes in the back part. When he saw her, he took the case she offered and placed it on top of the others. Amy walked to the copilot's door and Milo opened it for her.
"Thank you, Milo," the girl thanked her, placing her bag in her lap.
"Have a safe trip, Miss Amy," Milo replied, closing the door, after her. The pilot assured the boxes and closed the back door, then he sat in front of the steering wheel and passed a headset to Amy. She put them on and looked out of the window. Milo had returned to the limo, but this didn't move. Maybe her father was making sure she wouldn't bail the last second. Amy rolled her eyes.
"We're ready to go," the pilot said as Barbara put on the safety belt. The pilot turned on the engine, and the rotor blades started to spin.
Just as they started to lift from the ground, a lighting bolt, lighten up the sky at the distance, and Amy cursed scared.
"Go back down," the girl said, grabbing her safety belt tightly.
"It's okay, miss," the pilot assured her. "We're flying away from the storm. And we're still pretty far away."
Amy was so focused on the horizon in front of her as the pilot turned the helicopter around, stumbling because of the wind, that she didn't notice her phone ringing. The girl, however, still worried about the storm, looked behind and noticed a beam of light growing in the distance. It could be...
"The hell is that?" The pilot glanced, at her, not being able to turn completely.
"Quick, get the parachute!" Amy and the pilot quickly took the safety belt off. The pilot turned the auto pilot as both rushed to the back. Amy grabbed the parachute first but the pilot tried to snatch it as well.
"Hey!" The girl tried to pull, but the man pushed her away with all his strength. The girl tripped with the boxes, and with a yell, her head hit the wall of the helicopter, before falling onto the boxes. The girl lied unconscious in the helicopter floor, in a sea of diamonds and jewels.
The pilot had barely opened the door when the atoms' wave hit the helicopter, throwing the man out of it, and destroying the machine.
Emmett had been too angry at his daughter that he hadn't notice the bad weather until Milo reentered the limo, folding the umbrella. He noticed the strong winds and he cursed pulling out his phone.
It wasn't safe to fly with that weather, so he would tell Amy to come back. He may be mad at his daughter, but her safety was more important. He cursed when he saw the lighting bolts, upset because Amy wasn't picking up the phone. He kept calling, though. And then, it happened in a moment.
A bright and large beam of light shone at the distance, there was a terrible sound and then something like a light wave, extended over the city and it cut through the helicopter.
Emmett's blood ran cold, and he yelled his heart out:
"NOO! AMY!"
But the wave hit them as well, the walls and car protecting them, but it was the equivalent as a car crash. Emmett's head bounced back and then the same force threw him to the limo's floor. Milo's head hit the steering wheel, and both men were knocked unconscious.
So, this is a story that had been rolling around my brain and I needed to take it out. Hope you like it.