Author's Note: Okay personally, I've always wondered what I would say if I got the Flash's phone number. Not the actor, mind you, like if the Flash were real and I could call him. Now, obviously I know (cover any small children's ears) that the Flash isn't real. But hey, you never know! And it's good to be prepared. So far, I'm pretty sure this is going to be my first oneshot (yay!), but it might get away from me. Oh, this is going to be told from Barry's POV. Just so you know. Also: I am sort of in this. I mean, there's characters that reflects my personality, but isn't actually me. See, the description of the person and her name is fake, as is her phone number. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT call the phone number in this story, 'cause I have no idea whose number it is. Or did you guys think I'd be dumb enough to give you my real name, description, and phone number. Honestly. If you thought I was that stupid then...I can't even look at you right now. I literally can't. Because there's no way I can see you through this screen. :)
Disclaimer: I don't even own this computer. How could I own a TV show?
Barry's cell phone vibrated impatiently in his pocket. He took it out and saw that the caller ID was blocked. Sighing, he pressed the green call button. Probably another salesperson or something. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment until an oddly young voice said, "Hello, Barry Allen. Or should I say Flash?"
"Who is this?" Barry demanded angrily. How had this person found out about his secret identity? But the stranger had already hung up the phone. Slightly shaken, Barry returned his phone to his pocket and continued on with his work.
There had been a homicide earlier today that had some fascinating details, but Barry couldn't concentrate on the case anymore. All he could think about was the strange young person that had called him. The voice had sounded female and very very very young. Barry had been smart as a kid, but probably not smart enough to figure out who a masked vigilante was. Then again, he didn't really know, as there hadn't been any around when he was young. Well, younger.
Barry kept working for about another hour, mindlessly analyzing the evidence. He was still doing everything right, thankfully, but his heart wasn't in it anymore. Later on, Joe came up to Barry's lab and immediately noticed his distraction.
"What's up with you, Bear? You seem distracted."
"What gave it away?" Barry asked irritably.
Joe rolled his eyes. "Barry, your feet are starting to phase through the floor."
Barry looked down and saw, sure enough, his feet were vibrating so fast without his noticing that he was starting to sink through the floor. "No wonder you were starting to look taller," he grumbled at Joe as he pulled himself out. "Sorry I'm kinda grumpy."
"Any particular reason?"
"Well...I got this really weird call."
"From a salesperson?" Joe clarified tiredly. "I know, I've been getting way more of those lately. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with all the metahumans we've got in this city."
"No, Joe, it wasn't a sales call," Barry corrected. "It was this kid and...she knew I was the Flash."
"Well, maybe she just said something that makes you think she was talking about you being the Flash, but she was actually talking about something else," Joe reasoned.
Barry rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Joe, she literally said, "Hello, Barry Allen. Or should I say Flash?" Pretty sure I know what she meant!"
The two men talked for a while longer, trying to figure out who the girl could possibly be. Eventually, Barry realized he could probably trace the phone, but the cell seemed like it had already been abandoned. Barry traced to a nearby alleyway, but by the time he got there, there was nothing but a cracked old flip phone lying on the ground. Barry brought it with him to STAR Labs anyways, hoping they could discover something about the owner.
"Seriously? Who still has a flip phone anyways?" Cisco demanded incredulously when he saw the phone. Barry shrugged but left it on a small table anyways.
"Maybe I can pull some prints off the thing," Barry offered. "We need to find out who it was. I mean, what if they tell other metas who the Flash is? Everyone close to me will be in danger, including all of you," he cast a glance at his friends in the Cortex, including Caitlin, Cisco, Joe, and Iris.
The silence of the room was suddenly broken by the dilapidated old flip phone on the desk ringing. The tone was not one Barry had heard before, probably because of the age of the phone. The tone consisted of quick ascending and descending notes that were overlayed with slower notes that went up and then down, up and then down. Shrugging slightly, Barry lifted the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" he answered cautiously.
"Hey, Barry," a girl's voice replied. It was the same one who had called his cell earlier. "I was just wondering...can you sing your theme song?"
"It's you again," Barry groaned with a look at his friends. "What do you want?" Out of the corner of his eye, Barry saw Cisco discreetly press a key on his keyboard, starting the trace program.
"I already told you. I want to know if you can sing your theme song. So can you?"
"I don't have a theme song," Barry told her in an exasperated tone, pressing the speaker button so his friends could hear.
As Barry moved the phone away from his ear, the girl's voice came back. "Sure you do. Here, I'll play it for you." There were a few shuffling noises and then the flip phone's ringtone could be heard. Evidently, that was supposed to be Barry's theme song. "Try not getting that stuck in your head." Barry stared at Cisco, eyebrows raised. How much longer? "You see, it really not meant for people to sing, 'cause the instruments play it so fast, but I figured you could, since you're the fastest man alive and all. Anyways, gotta go. Talk to ya later!" There was a faint beeping noise as the girl hung up.
"Wow. You weren't kidding about this girl knowing who you are," Iris stated.
"Did you get the number, Cisco?" Joe asked, ever the practical one.
"Oh, yeah totally," Cisco answered immediately, moving his red lollipop to the opposite side of his mouth. "We didn't have quite enough time to get a location, though. But the way that girl talks, we should have no trouble with it next time."
"Next time?" Caitlin question sharply. "What makes you think there's going to be a next time?"
"Well...we need to bring her in, and we have the phone number now, so… Aren't we going to call her back?"
"I don't want to talk to her again," Barry whined. "She doesn't make any sense. It's giving me a headache."
Iris rolled her eyes. "Just call her back already, Bear. Get it over with."
"Fine," Barry huffed dialing the number Cisco showed him: 294-787-0202. The phone rang twice, still on speaker before the girl picked up.
"Can't talk now, Flash. Gotta...run." With that, the girl hung up.
Barry gave Cisco a pleading look. "Please tell me I don't have to do that again."
"No, no," Cisco reassured him. "We got her."
"Excellent." Barry raced over to the mannequin holding his suit and put it on, peeking over Cisco's shoulder to see the girl's location. After memorizing the address, Barry dashed out of STAR Labs.
Mere moments later, Barry was standing outside an abandoned warehouse. His first thought: Typical meta. They always choose abandoned warehouses. But leaving himself no further time to think, Barry ran straight into the warehouse. Inside he was met with a strange sight, although he wasn't sure why he was surprised.
The metahuman had set up quite a homey little area, with a brown couch, western style lamp and nightstand, and a cabinet stained a dark brown to match the couch with a forty-eight inch TV resting on top. A mini fridge rested next to the TV and the cabinet was full of books and Blu-ray discs; the meta must have somehow gotten electricity.
Barry could see the back of the meta's head, as she still hadn't noticed Barry. The TV was on, and on the screen Barry could see...himself, slamming Harry into the wall of the hallway outside the Cortex. He saw his friends rushing to pry him off and… Wait, he knew that scene. It was shortly after Zolomon broke Barry's back, and Harry had to pretend to be Thawn to rescue Caitlin from Grodd.
"What are you watching?" he demanded of the girl.
"The Flash, complete second season," the meta replied holding up a Blu-ray case featuring a picture of Barry in his suit, crouched down on the ground with lightning flickering around him and a serious expression on his face. On Barry's right shoulder there was a glare of blue light, making that part of Barry's suit look almost like Zoom's. "This was one of your weaker episodes, actually, especially after the drama of "Enter Zoom." But I was extremely glad when your dad came back in this one…" The meta trailed off, finally truly recognizing his presence and standing.
The meta seemed to be fourteen or fifteen and had straight black hair and steely blue eyes that seemed almost gray. She was dressed in cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a dark blue T-shirt that read...STAR Labs?
"I'm Rose Lee; it's wonderful to finally meet you in person, Barry," the girl introduced herself. "Do you like the decoration?" Rose (for some reason, it just seemed wrong to call someone so young by their last name, like Team Flash did with most villains) asked, gesturing to the furniture. "It's all stuff from my old living room. My parents were going to throw it out, but it has sentimental value. I thought about hanging this up," she continued holding up an old fashioned revolver, "but I thought that might be a bit much. Maybe a cow skull would be better." Rose hadn't even finished her sentence before Barry had snatched the gun out of her hands, throwing it to the opposite side of the building. "That wasn't very nice," she pouted. "It wasn't even real!"
"Are you out of your mind?" Barry said, utterly confused.
The meta nodded. "Mm. Season two, episode nine." Realizing Barry had no clue what she was talking about, Rose continued, "Oh, you know. When Snart showed up in your house after the Trickster and Weather Wizard escaped? I love that scene of him with the little reindeer cup. Rest in peace, Snart," the girl sighed putting one hand over her heart.
"Barry, what are you doing? She's not fighting you. Bring her in already!" Cisco shouted.
Barry shook his head slightly gathering his thoughts before rushing at the metahuman. The girl didn't fight back a single time as he whisked her away to STAR Labs.
In no time, the pair was already back, and the meta locked up in the pipeline. As Barry came walking into the Cortex, Iris turned to him. "That was easy," she complemented. "Almost too easy. And what's that in your hand?"
"You guys heard our conversation, right?" Barry confirmed. Upon seeing his friends nod, he continued. "Well, she was watching this disc." He held up the object in his hands, which turned out to be the Blu-ray Rose had been watching. Barry's team crowded around the young hero to gape at the cover and read the back.
It started out with a quote from Paul Tassi, the guy who wrote the Earthborn Trilogy. The quote read, "The Flash is far and away the most fun superhero show on TV, and the one that actually feels like a comic book come to life."
"You know, our lives do seem like a comic book sometimes," Joe admitted. "But how much do these people know?" That was answered by the next bit of text.
The summary of the disc read: "Struck by the supercharged fallout of a particle accelerator explosion, forensic scientist Barry Allen becomes the fastest man alive: The Flash! With his newfound time-warping speed and help from the STAR Labs team - Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon and Harrison Wells - and his adoptive family, Detective Joe West and Joe's daughter, Iris West, the Scarlet Speedster runs circles around metahumans intent on wreaking havoc in Central City, while traveling through alternate universes and protecting our world from an otherworldly villain as Zoom. Skyrocket into DC Comics' thrilling multiverse in all 23 Season Two episodes of The Flash, plus the groundbreaking crossover episode of Arrow."
At this point, Barry and his friends had to stop. What did this mean? Had someone somehow gotten a bunch of security footage and compiled it into documentaries? Was the same thing being done to Oliver? But most importantly: how did the girl in the pipeline get ahold of the disc? Barry decided to go ask her.
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Down in the pipeline, Barry opened the door to Rose's cell to find her lounging on the floor messing with her phone. "How'd you get that?" Barry questioned once he saw the device.
The teen rolled her eyes. "Well, you didn't exactly search me and I always have my phone with me. What else would you expect from someone my age?" she continued raising an eyebrow. Rose sighed. "You wanted something?"
"Yes," Barry confirmed. "What is this, and how did you get it?" He held up the disc for her to see.
"Well," she started slowly and patiently as if talking to a small child, "that is season two of The Flash, and I ordered it off Amazon."
"These are on Amazon?" Barry asked. Without waiting for her reply, he shut the door again and raced off at super speed, leaving Rose to do whatever on her phone. Once Barry was back in the Cortex, he immediately took over Cisco's computer and waited for Amazon to come up. His friends weren't even aware he was back until after the website loaded, but to Barry the internet was functioning at a snail's pace. It always seemed to now; another side effect of his speed, but it was worse when Barry was excited or in a hurry.
"Bear, what are you doing?" Joe demanded.
"She said they were on Amazon," he replied distractedly. "I want to see if that's true." Cisco, who Barry had knocked out of his chair in his haste, peered over the speedster's shoulder, watching the proceedings with interest. "Nothing!" Barry exclaimed after a minute of searching. "She must've been lying. That's a relief...and a disappointment, I guess…" Barry ended up relating the strange conversation he had with Rose in the pipeline to his friends. After that, there was silence in the room. No one was really sure how to respond. I mean, this metahuman seemed to know way more about their pasts than she should. What do they even do with her? And what did she want?
Each person was lost in thought, existing only in their little worlds. Until, that is, Rose walked right into the Cortex, phone in hand. Everyone's eyes were immediately trained on the young girl who, undeterred, held up her iPhone with, "What's the wifi password again?"
A/N: Okay, just kidding. This is no longer a one shot. The rest of it was too long to put in one so... Yeah. We're only looking at two chapters though. Bye!