Hey everybody, you are reading my first Flash story! So this is set somewhere after Season 2 ( or what I think is gonna happen after this season) and will only be canon up to a point. I hope you enjoy it as I had fun writing it. If you do enjoy it please drop a review.

-Lex

The pounding bass of the music and the chatter of the crowd was almost ambient noise to me. It had been a long day and I would have preferred to be curled up under my thick black duvet yet here I was still waiting on him. Fishing the cell phone out of my pocket, I inwardly groaned at the time.

10:45. He was fifteen minutes late.

My eyes scanned the crowd, hoping that perhaps he was stuck at the bar. On a Friday night, the place was always packed with my under-30 crowd. People that weren't packed tightly around the bar littered the dance floor and tables. More regular faces were mostly revolving around the two pool tables. Tony and his boys were all pool sharks, scamming anyone who dared to play them out of their money. An unfamiliar face at the third pool table caught my attention and I looked closer.

A young chestnut haired woman with soft curls and a short dress was talking animatedly with another bar-hopper, actually attempting to play pool. From the way she flung her hands around and made angles with her arms suggested that she was 'helping' him with his shot. The man pulled a hand down his porcelain, boyish face before leaning his lanky body over the top of the table to line up said shot. Just as he made to shoot, the woman spoke again, making him miss his altogether. He gave her a tired smile before offering the pool stick.

Friends, I guessed. Possibly more than that from the way he kept looking at the hem on that dress.

Just as I was about to stop my creepy antics, a third joined the group. He was carrying drinks from the bar and the lanky man looked almost excited for his return. This third guy had a honey complexion with midnight colored hair and a warm smile. His dark eyes were alive with the excitement of a Friday night out on the town. He wore a graphic transformer t-shirt under a plaid…was that a jacket? I smiled a bit to myself. He was nerdy, fun, and really quite cute. I watched as he joked with his friends, smile never wavering from his full lips.

"Nice to see somethings don't change." An all too familiar voice interrupted me. "You still drink Redbull Vodkas and you still like the guys that can hardly dress themselves."

"Somethings do change. For example, this is a rum and coke and you're late." I accused. "For a man that preached punctuality all throughout my teenage career you…"

"Oh have a heart Kane." he groaned. "There was a traffic delay downtown. Something going on with the CCPD."

I leaned back in my wooden chair and regarded the man. Abraham, my foster father, was nearing his late fifties as a successful lawyer that represented Mercury Labs. He was a tall, well-toned man with olive skin and malicious blue eyes. Blue eyes that I had grown to hate in my twenty-five years. Abraham wasn't the man that a majority of Central City thought he was. 'Honest Abe' the called him. If they only knew…

"Have a heart? I'm pretty sure you bought mine." I tapped my fingers along the glass.

"It was for sale." He quipped, laying down a thick white envelope. "And if it makes you feel any better it wasn't exactly cheap."

"I used to help your third wife balance your check books." I reminded him, tucking the envelope into the inner pocket of my hooded NorthFace. I never needed to check for the right amount. Abraham knew the parameters of our deal. "I doubt you bat an eye at the thirty-five hundred you give me a month."

"And yet you still drive that camero."

"It's a 1969 Camero with an engine that is barely over a years old. It just needs a new paint job and seats." I defended, instantly regretting that he could still make me feel like a child. Redirected the conversation, I turned to my true concern. "How is Tajsa?"

"Tajsa is doing well. Still responding nicely to her medication. She just got asked to some winter dance at her school. Seems as she is quite sweet on the young man." Abraham quirked one eyebrow. "I'm not sure if I should let her go."

"Why not?" I pressed, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

"Tajsa is such a pure child. Full of joy, innocence and intelligence. Even despite her…condition. I want to keep the danger of boys and dating away from her much longer. Now you were a different case all together, couldn't keep you in line if I prayed." He took a long slip from his beer. "Perharps you can help change my mind and Tajsa can go to the dance."

"You'd disappoint my sister, your foster daughter because you want something from me. You know there is really something fucked up in your head." I hissed at him.

"A lady should watch her language." Her drummed his fingers on the table. "And my kid should watch her tone."

His kid?

"What do you want…Dad?" The word burned on my lips.

"It's simple really." Abraham pulled out one of his business cards and slid it across the table. An address was written on the back along with name and the word, hydrate. "I need you to head down to that address. Talk to the man whose name is written on the back of the card. Tell him you need the Drive that has the inscription hydrate on it. You may have to do some convincing."

"Convincing?"

"You know, similar to you last…Job."

"Enslavement." I slammed my fist down on the wooden table as I hissed the word. My eyes casted down for just a second and I was truly pleased that I didn't punch through the surface. Well, I don't have work so hard to control it anymore. "The word you're looking for is enslavement."

My foster dad's poker face didn't waver as he threw a twenty down on the table. "The dance is next Saturday. I'm sure you wont let your sister down."

My green eyes didn't even bother to track him as he left. God, I hated that man more than his three ex-wives. But he was right. He was always right. I wouldn't be the reason Tajsa didn't get to attend her first dance. My chest tightened as I thought of the last time I had seen my little sister. Two years ago at her twelfth birthday party, she had been all smiles as she ran around the trampoline jungle with her friends. I had to admire the brave face my sister put on that day…her pain was a lot worse before the new medication. At least that is what Abe tells me. At twelve, Tajsa looked just like a pre-teen me: Peanut butter skin, Earth Green eyes and impossible curly raven hair. During her party, she wore the jacket I had made just for her. A black letterman with the word 'nine' sown into the chest. Nine, a private joke between the two of us and the only thing really have left of our parents.

With a rough sigh, I pushed away from my table and headed to the balcony of the bar. I needed some air but I didn't want to go home just yet. Pushing through the back door, I was met with a chill that had me zipping up my jacket and stuffing my hands inside. It was unseasonably cold for October, hence the empty balcony. Truly, I was happy for some alone time in the small space. I strolled over to the railing that faced the lit Central City Street. People dotted the sidewalks: holding their loved ones, chuckling with friends or chattering into a cell phone. I breathed it all in for a second. Being with loved ones, enjoying friends and the thrill of being…normal? My eyes scanned the people on the street once more. The word normal meant so many things…perhaps that wasn't the word I was searching for.

"Pity party is over, Kane." I reprimanded myself. "You've got work to do."

I made to force myself back into the bar when a voice caught my attention. It was different from the chatter of the street. It was coming from the ground level on the other side of the balcony. It was a smooth, tenor voice that was speaking fluent…was that Spanish? Actually, speaking was another wrong term. He was yelling…almost arguing…in loud Spanish. My nosey nature took over and I peeked over the other side of the railing. I don't know what I expected but I was surprised to see the cute guy from inside the bar. He paced aimlessly inside of the dim 'employee parking lot' as he argued into the cell phone at his ear. From his body language, he seemed to be explaining something…or himself…I didn't speak a lick of Spanish. However, I was content to listen to his smooth voice roll his R's.

"Seriously?" I chided myself out loud again. "You could attempt to be less creepy. You don't even know his name."

Just as I made to argue with myself on this point, his string of Spanish came to an abrupt Holt. A gruff, voice replaced his croon.

"You picked the wrong bar tonight." The voice told him. A man stood less than four feet in front of him with a steady grip on a rather large black gun. My heart started to beat faster and I could fell the strength and power roll over my body in waves. My already tense muscles coiled, wating for the right time to step in. "This is my block! Let's go, Kid! Any and everything you got! Right now!"

"Just hold on there Nightcrawler." The guy from the bar held his hands up as he bent slightly, attempting to retrieve the phone he dropped.

"Do you see this big ass gun I got in your face, nerd? I will shoot…"

"Let him go." I yelled from above the men, having enough of the interaction.

"Why don't you go inside and have a drink." He was still pointing his gun right at the raven haired dude as they both peered up at me. "This is not really your business, Sweetheart."

"It is now." I uttered under my breath.

Easily swinging my legs over the rail, I jumped off the balcony. The current of the wind I created curled around me in a loving caress. The feeling of being one with the wind was something I could hardly describe. Something I would have never known without these abilities. I landed between the two in a crouched position as to absorb the impact.

"Holy Ninja!"

"How in the hell…"

Both the men gasped in surprise. All the color drained from the thief's face as I straighten myself out. All five foot two of me to be exact. The barrel of his gun was now pointed at my forehead instead of the Raven Haired guy's chest. This certainly wasn't the first time I had been on this side of a gun. I could never be a hero, not with all the terrible things I've done. But there was no way I was letting an innocent person get mugged and shot in front of me. That went for everybody…not just the cute guy in the bar. I offered the gunman the most innocent smirk in my arsenal as another wave of power rolled through me. It was like a jolt of electricity I just loved to let free. At least when it was my choice to do so. The thief's gunman was slightly shaky now as I peered into his beady eyes.

"Looks like you are the one who picked the wrong bar."