A/N: Hi guys! I know a bunch of people are waiting for the Where's the Starbucks sequel, and I promise it's coming, but this is just a silly idea I had a while ago. I figured I'd share it with y'all! I've just noticed that after you watch the Flash seasons once you can't see them the same way you did the first time ever again. And thus, this little thing was born! It's kinda short, but I hope it gives you a laugh.
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The First Time You See Episode Two
Harrison Wells gently removed his glasses and set them in his lap. "The man in the red mask?" he questions. Then, with a slight shake of his head continued, "He is called the Flash. Or at least...he will be." Wells suddenly surged out of his chair.
Stagg barely had enough time to exclaim, "What the hell?" before Wells drove a knife into his side. Stagg grunts, but Wells keeps doing his evil monologue.
"Forgive me, Simon," he says softly. "I worry that you will think this is personal, and it's not." Throughout his speech, Wells has a slightly maniacal smile on his face. "It's just that the man in the red mask," he looks at the dying Stagg like he's a small child, asking the silent question, Do you get it? "The Flash? He must be kept…" Stagg fell to the floor, dead as a doornail, "safe," Wells finished with one last glance at his victim.
The Second/Third/Fourth/Fifth/Millionth Time You See It
Harrison Wells - Eobard Thawne - suddenly surged out of his wheelchair, knife in hand, heading straight for Simon Stagg's abdomen.
"Mwah ha ha!" he shouted in jubilation after Stagg died. "Barry Allen's secret identity as the Flash is preserved! And no one will ever know that it was I, Eobard Thawne, the Flash's nemesis, the Reverse Flash, from the future who murdered his mother when he was only eleven, who killed this innocent man!" He sat back down in his wheelchair and calmly began to wheel out of the building, his black shirt stained with blood.
Just as he was about to wheel away down the street, where there was absolutely no sanctuary at all, the new guards came in for their shift.
"Doctor Wells," one said in a surprised tone. "Uh, why are you covered in blood?"
"Um…" Thawne though as fast as he could. "Paper cut."
"Uh-huh," one guard agreed, but Thawne, with his heightened speedster perception, could tell the man did not believe him.
"Yes, I cut myself while looking over my...will. I'm...a hemophiliac."
The first guard to have spoken protested, "But your biography said that you have a high risk of strokes because you have too many platelets in your blood, which means a lot of your cuts scab over faster than the average person."
"Did it? Well, I did give myself a papercut, but this is actually a ketchup stain. You see, I was eating a hot dog earlier, and...yeah. No need to check the security feed at all."
"Okay," the second guard agreed with Wells. "Have a nice night, Doctor."
"Thank you," Wells replied graciously. "You too." He hit a button on his wheelchair and rolled out the door, singing softly. "I killed Stagg, na na na na na na."
The second guard turned back to the first and commanded, "Check the security feeds."