This is just a little variation I dreamed up of the car accident where Eobard steals Harrison's identity. Surely somewhere in the multiverse things don't go as Eobard planned. Still flying sans beta. Comments and suggestions always welcomed! Thanks -CT
It had been a perfect day. Now, it had turned into a nightmare. Harrison Wells struggled to understand just what the lunatic standing over him was saying. Pain flared up his chest as the man jabbed something into it. Sirens grew louder. In the car, Tess moaned. Tess. He had to help Tess. Fighting past the pain, he tore the thing from his chest. It made the pain worse but he forced himself to move.
"Tess," Harrison called out, crawling away from the man and back towards his car.
"No!" Eobard Thawne shouted in anger as the DNA converter was torn from his grip and clattered to the ground, breaking. "Why did you do that?" Anger painted his world and Eobard went after the man crawling on the ground. Grabbing Harrison by the lapels once more, Eobard bodily lifted him up and away.
"Tess!" Harrison screamed at the top of his lungs. It felt like his leg was broken and he knew he'd broken some ribs, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was Tess. Fighting against the man, he landed a solid punch, knocking the man back so that Harrison was dropped to the ground. "Get the hell away from me! I have to help my wife." Once more the man grabbed him, but Harrison fought for all he was worth, because Tess's life was at stake and he couldn't lose her.
The two men grappled as the sirens grew ever closer. Despite being injured, Harrison had the benefit of anger and love mixing together and spurning him on to fight for Tess. As the police cars pulled up, the stranger pinned Harrison against the car, his hand raised threateningly. "This was supposed to be easy. I have to get home. All you had to do was die! Fighting for that woman is pointless!"
"You think I'm going to let you kill my wife and then kill me without a fight? She's perfection. She is my world and if you thought I was going to just sit back and let you kill us, you're dead wrong!" With a surge of adrenaline and anger, Harrison shoved the man off of him, throwing him back and head first into the pavement. Without waiting, Harrison returned to the car. "Tess," he called out. "Please be alive." Fighting back pain and tears he crawled inside the car.
"Sir," a policewoman was leaning down, looking into the ruined vehicle.
"Call an ambulance. That man tried to kill us and my wife is unresponsive," Harrison ordered as he felt for a pulse. "Please have a pulse. Please gods," he begged. After several tortuous moments, he felt a pulse. It was weak and faint, but it was there. "Hurry! Just hang on Tess. Please don't leave me here all alone. Please. You're my star." Harrison kept up the litany of love and encouragement as he assessed Tess's injuries and did his best to stabilize her while they waited for an ambulance to arrive. Outside on the pavement, Eobard Thawne died of the head injury he'd sustained when Harrison had thrown him off the final time, his attempt to get home forever foiled.
