It's strange what you think about when you think you're dying. It's true that when you are on a brink of death your life flashes before you, but it's not like how you imagine it to be. When your life flashes before you it isn't like a movie where it's beginning to end. No, it's various memories throughout your life. For me, I saw my worst days. My mother's dead body, my father being arrested, my days at Dalton, just me being a complete asshole. I had so much pain in my life. My dad was in jail, my mom was dead, and I had thought that my brother was insane. I pushed everyone in my life away, treated them all like shit, but he never let me push him away. Barry always pushed back. He saw past my condescending arrogant mask, he saw the true me, which is only made me treat him worst.

After graduating college I always thought, 'I'll make amends. I'll fix things.' But it always ends with 'Eventually' and now my life is flashing before my eyes and I find so many regrets filling me. I spent my entire life being hateful and cruel. I took my pain and threw it back at people. Barry became the bullied and I became the bullier.

These are the things that you think of when you're on your death bed. This is what you feel when you're dying. Regret, pain, grief. All I can think about right now is how much I wish to come back and correct the error of my ways. It's all I want.

If I am dead at least there's good music. Poker face, it's Barry's and I's favorite song. One thing that we always agreed on. What do you want to listen to? Just put on Poker face. It's kind of nice actually to hear that. Maybe I'm not going to hell. "What are you doing?" That's strange. It's a female voice, a bit condescending, but not one I recognize. It isn't Santana that's for sure.

"They like this song." A male voice spoke up. Not Hummel either. What the hell is going on?

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I checked their facebook pages." Right because Facebook is reliable. Wait…. Facebook? If this is heaven or even hell why are they talking about Facebook and shouldn't there be some kind of white light or even red light if we're thinking hell. Who am I even kidding? Barry's going to heaven, he's the little angel, me? I'm going to hell, no doubt about it, but this doesn't feel like heaven or hell. "I mean, they can hear everything, right?"

"Auditory functions are the last sensory faculties to degenerate." I open my eyes and immediately am blinded by the light, okay maybe heaven? As my eyes adjust I notice I'm in a science lab of sorts.

"Can't read my, no he can't read my poker-"

"Please don't butcher my favorite song." I groan as I hear the awful singing. It's worst than Hummel.

"Holy shit!" The guy says as I sit up.

"Oh god, my head." I groan as I look around. I am defiantly in a science lab. My heart jumps into my throat as I see Barry. What happened? Barry is connected to a bunch of machines. He looks so different too, hell, he looks more like me. While I did lacrosse and worked out, Barry spent most his days eating junk food and watching dorky space movies. Looking at him now, I'm a bit taken back. He has abs! He officially looks just like me. He has muscles like me, the same hair cut, everything is identical now. That's going to suck. At least before people could tell us apart because he was just some scrawny dork. I need to work on being nicer if I am going to turn over a new leaf with the second chance I got.

Barry jolted up with a gasp. "Oh my god." The guy said again.

"Where am I? Bass?" Barry looks at me and I can see he is just as confused as I am, good. I need someone else to share this fear and confusion with.

"Barry, what's going on?" I croak as I look around. The last thing I remember was the fight I had with Barry. He had just gotten back from Starling City. He went looking for more clues about that night. He has become obsessed with finding real superheroes. We got into a fight about it. I told him he could lose his job if he kept going like he was. Then everything just became bright and then pitch black. Next thing I know I'm here.

"They're up." The girl says as she starts over.

"My head hurts." I complain I did not whine. Seriously, I didn't.

"Dr. Wells, get down to the cortex, like, right now."

"Get out of my face." I snap as the girl begins shining a light in my eyes.

"Pulse is 130, pupils equally reactive to light."

"Seriously, lady, out of my face." I snap as I push her hands out of my personal bubble. "If anyone's going to shine a light in my eyes at least let it be some hot guy." I grumble as I rub my now throbbing eyes.

"Pulse 120, pupils also equally reactive to light." Good, she moved onto Barry, probably figured I wasn't worth the effort.

"Bass." Barry groans.

"Hey, look at me, look at me."

"Lady back the hell off." I snap as I rip the things off me and try to stand up.

"Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, relax." I jump as the guy places his hands on me. Great another geek trying to attack my bubble.

"Hands off!" I growl.

"Everything is okay, man. You're at S.T.A.R. Labs." I give him a glare as he purposely feels my muscles. If my wasn't throbbing and I didn't just wake up to these pelicans attacking me then I'd probably welcome his touch. His hands were soft and if he cut that stupid hair of his and maybe change his clothes then I'd even say he was cute, but right now I am not in the mood to flirt.

"Seriously, stop." I growled.

"S.T.A.R. Labs?" Barry questions. "Who are you?" That lab I remember Barry mentioning it before, but my minds too fuzzy to figure out exactly where I heard the name from. The guy is still touching me!

"I'm Cisco Ramon." Why is he standing so damn close to me? He's shorter than by at least a head difference. "She's Caitlin-Dr. Snow."

"I need you both to urinate in these." She says as she holds up a cup.

"Here, let me see that." She hands it over and I throw it. "Now fuck off."

"Sebastian, stop." Barry says, giving me a look. I know I need to work on my temper, but this girl isn't even letting me breathe.

"He's right, not this second." The guy, Cisco, says as he squeezes my shoulder in what I think he's going for as a comforting notion, but it still feels as if he's just trying to feel me up.

"What is-What is happening?" Barry asks. He looks at me and I know he's feeling the same thing as me. Twin sense and all. I might be an asshole of a twin, but I can still feel his distress. I've always had a physic connection to my brother. If he was hurt I'd cry. If he was scared, I got angry and hurt who frightened him. Growing up I was a protective big brother, at least I was before our mom died. A lot changed since then. Really, I changed. "What is going on." Barry moves to stand beside me. On instinct I take his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. It used to calm him down when we were kids. He looks at me and I can feel the tension leaving him.

"You guys were struck by lightning, dude." Cisco is way too happy about that.

"What?" Barry turns, his hand still holding mine and sees himself in the monitor. "Lightning gave me abs?" He glances at me, causing me to huff.

"Don't even start." I tell him. "I'm just as annoyed as you."

"Your muscles should be atrophied, but instead they're in a chronic and unexplained state of cellular regeneration." Right because that clears it up. I snort as I watch 'Dr. Snow' feel my brother up. At least I'm not the only one getting practically raped.

"Come here. Have a seat." And we're back to touching, wonderful. Cisco drags me to a seat and sits me down in it, Barry following after me and taking the seat beside me. "You both were in a coma." My eyes snap over to his.

"What?" I ask at the same time asks his question.

"For how long?"

"Nine months." Barry and I both turn to see some dude in a wheelchair rolling towards us. "Welcome back, Mr. and Mr. Allen."

"Smyth." I correct. I've been going by mom's maiden name since high school. I never go by Allen.

"My apologize." He says. "But we have a lot to discuss." We defiantly do.

The guy in the wheelchair, which I come to learn is Dr. Wells, was nice enough to give us some sweatshirts to wear, not that I'm uncomfortable shirtless… maybe a little with the groping I got, but still. I was fairly comfortable in my own skin. It's everything else that I am less comfortable with.

"It's hard to believe I'm here." My brother is already going into full geek mode. It's kind of hard for me to not be an asshole after years of it. I really have to work on it. I guess, saying my comments in my head is a good way to start. "I've always wanted to meet you face to face." I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I know I'd be the same way if I met any singer that I love.

"Yeah?" Dr. Wells asks. "Well, you certainly went to great lengths to do it." I gave Dr. Wells a look. There's one rule I have, no one and I mean no one is mean to my brother except me. "S.T.A.R. Labs has not been operational since FEMA categorized us as a class four hazardous location. Seventeen people died that night. Many more were injured." I give a confused look as we passed a cage. That certainly doesn't look good, it's been ripped to pieces. What exactly happened here? "Myself amongst them." I look over the balcony and down at the area below. I defiantly don't want to fall from here. I was never a fan of heights. I take a healthy step back. Down below looks like an earthquake occurred.

"Jesus, what happened?" Barry asks. "Nine months ago, the particle accelerator went online exactly as planned." That's where I heard the name before! Barry was going on about this accelerator thing for weeks. "For forty-five minutes, I had achieved my life's dream. And then-then there was an anomaly."

"What your dick shriveled up." I grunt as Barry hits me in the stomach, giving me a warning glare. I really need to work on shutting my mouth. It's just hard to keep my comments to myself. I'm so used to speaking my mind.

Dr. Wells clears his throat, giving me a sideways look. Well, fuck you too. "The electron volts became unmeasurable, the ring under us popped. Energy from that detonation was thrown into the sky and that, in turn, seeded a storm cloud-"

"That created a lightning bolt that struck Sebastian and I." Barry finishes.

"That's right."

"Lucky us." I drawled, getting another hit from Barry. Ow, by the way.

"I was recovering myself… when I heard about you two. The hospital was undergoing unexplainable power outages every time you, Barry were going into cardiac arrest, which was a misdiagnosis because you see, you weren't flatlining, Barry. Your heartbeat was moving too fast for the EKG to register it. Whereas, your brother, he has no heartbeat, at least from what they believe. His heart is too slow as if suspended in slow motion." I stare at the guy as if he's nuts. He had to be. My heart is too slow? Wouldn't that mean I was, like, dead?

Dr. Wells leads us back to the main room. "Now, I'm not the most popular person in town these days," Dr. Wells begins. "But detective West and his daughter gave me permission to bring you both here, where we were able to stabilize the both of you."

"Iris?" This time I did roll my eyes. My brother has had a crush on Iris since I can remember. Really I think it's a bit sad. She only ever saw him as her brother and that wasn't about to change. Hell, I even did a twin swap to prove it, of course, she did realize it was me pretty quickly. Like I already said, Barry doesn't… or didn't have muscles until recently.

"Iris, yes. She came to see you quite often." He's looking at Barry, which I figured he would. The West aren't fans of me. They took me in because I was Barry's brother, but I know they never wanted me. I was so horrible as a kid. I was always finding trouble, getting into fights, lashing out at people. Finally, they had enough and sent me to Ohio to Dalton. When I graduated and came back… I got my own apartment quickly after getting back. I went to college with the money I earned myself. I drowned in student loans for a long time, but I manage to pull through. I always took care of myself. Barry went to school for forensic analysis or whatever and I went to school for music and business. I was going to go to law school, but unfortunately, I didn't have the money for that kind of schooling. Business was the next best thing. I own a few places around here, well I guess own is now past tense. I can only imagine what happened there. I also work at this big company, but again, past tense.

"Bass?" My head snaps up and I see Barry looking at me. "Are you okay?" I can feel everyone looking at me. My first reaction is to make some comment and getting them to back off, but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. I got a second chance, not many people can say the same. I took a deep breath and looking at him.

"Yeah, Barry, I just want to get out of here."

"Come on." Barry grabs my hand and starts back for the doors.

"No, you can't." Dr. Snow jumps in to say.

"No, no. No, Caitlin's right." I roll my eyes and turn to him.

"Look, I appreciate you keeping us alive and everything, but we've been in a coma for six months. We need to get back out there." I tell me, causing Barry to stare at me. "What?" I snap.

"Oh, well, I was just going to say I'm surprised you are so… nice, but you kind of ruined it at the end." I roll my eyes and huff.

"No, ow that you're awake, we need to do more tests. You're still going through changes. There's so much that we don't know."

"I'm fine. Really, I feel normal. Bass?"

"Completely okay. Just have this headache." I shrug.

"Thank you for saving our lives. Let's go, Sebastian." I nod at them before heading out the door. "Wait, hold on." I continue on as he doubled back. "Wait up, he says we can keep the sweatshirt." I just hum in response. "I can't wait to see Iris and Joe." My stomach drops as I hear the excitement in my brother's voice. He sounds so happy. I wish I could say the same thing. I don't have people waiting for me. I doubt Iris and Joe even gave me a second thought. If I really think about it… I don't have anyone worrying for me. After I graduated high school I kicked practically everyone out of my life from Dalton and Ohio. College was the same thing. I honestly don't have friends, but why would I with how I treated people. I don't have a family either, I mean I have dad and Barry, but dad's locked up and Barry… Barry has his own family with the West. Once again I'm just all alone.

"Sebastian, are you okay?" Barry asks, taking my hand in his once again. I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm going to head back to my apartment, hopefully, it's still mine." I smile before blinking.

It was so weird. The feeling I got. I was thinking about my apartment and when I blinked this warm tingling feeling came over me and suddenly I was standing outside my apartment door. "Wow… what the hell?" I whispered as I look around myself. Barry wasn't with me anymore. Did I black out? I swallowed the lump in my throat before making my way quickly down the stairs. I need to see the landlady and try to get into my apartment. I also got to see what time it is. How could I have blacked out like that?

I really need to get to my landlady's apartment. I blink and suddenly I'm standing right outside apartment 101. How did I get down here? I was on the fifth floor. My breath is coming out sharp and my hands are shaking. Was I going insane? How could I get down here without even walking down? Or did I walk down and just block it out? Where is Barry when I need him?

I can feel the tears that I've been keeping at bay spill over. The fear and pain I've kept far back begin to creep back in. A broken sob escapes my lips as I try to get myself back in control. What is going on?

I gasp as suddenly the pictures on the wall went flying right at me. I duck just in time. "What is going on?" I croak, getting more and more worked up. The glass from the photo raises up and goes flying, embedding itself into the wall beside my head.

This is nuts. This is nuts. I just want to be with Barry.

I blink and suddenly I'm standing beside Barry outside the police station. "Holy crap, Bass?" I look at him, tears rolling down my face.

"Barry, I think…" I look around, my heart pounding in my chest. "I keep blacking out. I remember thinking of some place or person I want to be with and then I'm there. I don't remember walking here or-"

"Bass, you didn't walk here." I look at him, my hands shaking. "I heard this popping noise and suddenly there you were. You… You just appeared."

"That's not all, Barry." I say, my voice shaking. "The pictures, they flew off the wall and the glass…" I was rambling I know, but I was freaked.

"Bass, just calm down, it's okay. Come here." He pulls me into his arms and for once I give into the comfort of his arms. "Just breathe, Sebastian." I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

"What do you mean I just appeared out of nowhere?" I whispered.

"You just did, Sebastian. It's like you-"

"Teleported." We say together, causing me to pull back.

"That's insane."

"It's going to be okay, Sebastian. Iris is waiting for me inside." Of course, she is.

"Right, sorry, I didn't mean to hold you up. You should go. You know, see Joe and everything." I mumble as I stand away from him.

"You're going to come with me, right?"

"I doubt Joe really cares if I'm awake or not."

"Sebastian…" Barry looks at me confused.

"He loves you." I want to laugh. No one loves me. I am an asshole who just fucks everyone's life up.

"I gotta go."

"Sebastian, wait please."

"Just leave me alone, Barry."

"So that's how it's going to be? I thought… I thought maybe you would, I don't know, change? I thought maybe you and I could be… like what we used to be, but you're still the same selfish asshole you always be." I turn and glare at him.

"Shut up." I snap and suddenly something goes flying past my head. Barry barely dodges it.

"What the hell was that?" Good question. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Barry are you… Sebastian." My eyes snap over to the stairs where Iris is standing. "I see you're awake." She didn't sound thrilled, but I could understand.

"Yeah, I guess we just got unlucky." I muttered. "I mean, I'm awake and alive. Sucks." I look at Barry and sigh. "I'm sorry, Barry…"

"Sebastian, wait-"

"I think I need to get back to that lab…" Whatever is going on with me they had to know how to fix it.

"Sebastian-" I round the corner and pause for a moment.

'S.T.A.R. labs.' I think and then blink. Next thing I know I'm standing in the lab.

"Wow!" Cisco yells as he jumps back. It worked. I can teleport.

"Uh, I think there might be something wrong with me." I say as I look at them. "Something seriously wrong."