Introduction: Techna

Leah's POV

A Few Months Ago

I was slammed into the training mat for the seventh time that afternoon. Every part of my body ached and my head was just beginning to pound, whether from exhaustion or frustration, I couldn't tell. Sweat covered my body like another layer of skin and I shut my eyes for a split second, wishing I could sink into the floor and disappear.

"The longer you stay down, the easier you make it for me to kill you." His voice rang above me.

I opened my eyes to see him peering down over me, past the blur of white lights above his head. I could have used those lights to explode the lightbulb and caused glass to rain down above him and cut him, except this was physical training hour, which meant I wasn't allowed to use my powers during a fight. He knew that, too, probably reading the irritated expression on my face and smirking. He's a great friend, but sometimes I really want to smack that smile off his face so I can smile myself.

Oliver Queen held out his hand to me and I took it. He lifted me back onto my feet with one swift motion, as if we hadn't been swinging punches at each other for the past three hours.

"Oh, come on, you guys have been going at it forever." Another voice spoke up. I turned to see Ronnie, sitting low in a chair, arms crossed over his chest. "Shouldn't you two take a break? Maybe eat something? Drink water?"

"Calm down," Oliver sighed. "You'll get your turn soon enough."

Ronnie also sighed, sinking further into his chair. "Not what I meant, but alright."

Suddenly, a cell phone went off. It was a simple ringtone that echoed in the large room. Oliver was quick to jog over to his jacket that was perched on the railing of the stairs and dug into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone.

I giggled, shaking my head and crossing my arms around my chest. "Thought we weren't allowed to have our cell phones out during training?"

He rolled his eyes though there was a trace of smile on his lips. He turned his broad back to us before putting the phone up to his ear and mumbling a quick, "Hello?" When I first met this man, he wanted nothing to do with me knowing his identity and being friends: now, I think he's got a soft spot for me and Ronnie, considering we've been training with him and a few others for almost a several months now.

I turned on my heel to face Ronnie now while Oliver was preoccupied with his conversation. "How's Caitlin?" I asked him, taking a seat in the chair beside him, knowing full well he called her this morning like he calls her every morning.

His smile faded just a tad. "I'm not sure. Apparently they were having issues at STAR Labs and she didn't have much time to talk…"

"I hope they're okay."

As if on que, Oliver hung up the phone call and turned to us. "Well, looks like we're going to Central City."

Ronnie perked up immediately, practically jumping out of his chair. "I'll let Professor Stein know." And he was out of the room faster than Flash usually is.

It wasn't long before Ronnie landed next to Barry and I jumped off his back once more to stand in between them. That was usually how I traveled now: holding onto Ronnie as he flew through the air. Not the easiest thing, considering he is on fire and I have to be careful where to place my hands, but the rush of the wind through my hair while we're thousands of feet up in the air is something I'll never get over.

"Ah, you brought friends!" Wells cried out almost excitedly. The whole situation brought the awful chills down my spine. Wells is Reverse Flash? But why? Except now wasn't the time for questions.

Oliver jumped down from a near building then to stand on the other side of Barry.

"Welcome, Mr. Queen!" Wells grinned.

"Hope we're not too late," Oliver stated.

"You guys are right on time." Barry reassured us.

"Caitlin?" Ronnie spoke up, fidgeting a little in his spot.

Barry shook his head, "They're all safe inside."

"Good." Oliver stated before pulling out his bow.

I grabbed the bar from my belt and clicked the button on the side, causing the bo-staff to grow twice the size. The collapsible bo-staff is something Felicity added to my costume once Oliver started training me to use one, and it's probably one of my favorite things to fight with. I sometimes replace it with nunchucks, but I was in the mood to hit the Reverse Flash in the head with a stick today.

Ronnie got his fire ready and Barry crouched in a running position. Again, Wells just continued to smile, that awful smirk growing more and more on his face.

"This will be fun," he stated before holding his fist up, his ring glowing.

And then in a flash, he jumped into his suit and Barry and he ran at each other. It was a whirlwind of yellow and red as I tried to keep an eye on who was who.

"Move out of the way, Barry!" Arrow cried out, trying to aim his arrow at the right target.

It wasn't long before Barry was thrown into the STAR Labs sign, causing sparks to fly everywhere. Before the sign could cause a nearby car to catch fire and exploded, I swiped my hand in the air and watched the power to the sign go out. As Firestorm flew up into the air and threw down a fireball at Reverse, Reverse Flash used his speed to create a wind-rush that threw Ronnie a few miles back.

"Ronnie! Professor!" I cried, before Flash took off to go get him.

That's when the Oliver finally let his arrow sink into Wells' leg. He winced, pulling it out and turning to the two of us.

"It's a gift from Ray," I told him. "Nanites. They're giving off a high-frequency pulse that is disabling your speed."

"In other words," Arrow spoke up, crouching into a fighting position. "You won't be running for a while."

Wells let out some animalistic growl before charging at us. He swung as Oliver ducked and I didn't hesitate to swing the staff hard: it connected with his shoulder and he toppled over onto the ground. The victory was short lived as he kicked out, knocking me behind the knees and causing me to fall back, my head colliding hard against the gravel. I heard a grunt before Oliver fell beside me. I felt the anger rise in my veins as Wells stood above us, grinning down as if the fight was already won.

I used both of my legs to kick out and come into contact with his gut. He flew back with the force I delivered and crashed right into some wooden pallets that were lying on the side of the road.

"Nice kick." Oliver stated, helping me up.

"Thanks."

That was when the Reverse Flash began to vibrate again. Oliver was quick to pull another arrow out but not quick enough to sink it into his flesh. It took one second for Oliver to be thrown back onto his back and another for Reverse Flash to slam me into the pallets he was knocked onto, holding me by my neck. I watched my bo-staff slide off the wooden surface and far out of my reach. Slowly losing air, I grabbed on tightly to his wrist, doing my best to breathe and failing.

"You know… The books say you live to be eighty-two. Married and happy, a few awards won and all… Looks like the history books were wrong." He gave me that sadistic smile as his vibrating hand came down towards my chest to stop my heart.

Another flash of light and I was freed, gasping for air as I rubbed my sore, bruised neck.

"You can't defeat me, Flash." He growled, before they disappeared in whoosh of color.

"The longer you stay down, the easier you make it for me to kill you," Oliver had told me earlier that morning. So, I didn't waste any time getting back up on my feet.

I watched Ronnie fly over to where The Reverse Flash stood on the edge of the roof, and with a blinding light of flames, he had knocked Wells off the edge where he landed on a car, crushing the windows and spreading glass everywhere. But the man still got up, brushed off the glass, and stood tall. Until Oliver shot him with another nanite-device: then, he gasped as he pulled the arrow out of his side and tried his best not to slouch.

I took my eyes off the man in the yellow suit and focused on the car next to him. It wasn't long before I had the car roaring to life and it lurched forward, hitting Wells hard and knocking him to the ground once again. This time, he didn't get up.

"Thanks, guys." Flash sighed as he ran over to stand beside us. "And Techna."

I grinned, "No problem."

"Nice haircut." Barry told Oliver. "And I see we've abandoned the traditional green?"

"I stole it from him," I joked, referring to my green and gray suit.

"Yeah, looks great. I bet Cisco will be pleased that it's working for you."

"I need to get back right away," Oliver informed him. "But I may need your help sometime, Flash."

"Whenever, wherever." Barry told him.

They both nodded before Oliver took off. Ronnie patted my shoulder.

"Come on, I think it's time we go greet the others, yeah?"

I nodded, "I'll race you."

And even though our hearts were already racing and our bodies were exhausted from the previous fight, The Flash watched us both take off as fast we could toward the cortex.