This is my first fan-fiction I posted on here! I'm so excited to see how it's going to go. I spent a lot of time working on this, more time than I usually spend on anything. I worked hard, and I hope you like it. I wrote it to inspire others to write things like this, and I wanted to give it a go.
I don't have a beta reader. So if there's mistakes, feel free to point them out. I know Snart is a lot older than Barry, but I thought it would work better if they were the same age. I tried matching everything else up. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: If I owned it, There would be a LOT more Snart!
Enjoy!
Officer Joe west listened to the police scanner, while keeping his eyes on the house in front of him. His hand gripped the steering wheel, and his other a cup of coffee. He brought the lid to his lips and tilted it back, letting a warm liquid fill his mouth before trickling down his throat. He licked the residue off his lips, before setting the cup back in it's holder. His dark eyes pulled away from the small blue house, to follow a brown car as it pulled its way into the driveway.
"He's home." Shawn said beside Joe. His partner on this stakeout, and his friend. The door to the brown rental opened, and a man stepped out. The door swung shut with a slam and the drunken man stumbled to the door to the blue house. Joe could feel his parental feelings scream at him, but he couldn't do anything yet.
Not even four minutes after the door closed behind the drunken bastard, they heard him shout. A couple cusses, a lot of hurting words, then a slam as a body hit the floor.
"We got him!" Shawn said, but Joe was already out the door. His hand pulled the pistol out of its carriage and made sure it was loaded. Cops around him, and his boss in front. He was ready for this bust, there were kids inside there that need his help.
"Freeze!" The captain shouted as he kicked the door open, aiming his gun at the man a few feet away. The man turned, his cold eyes falling on the cops at the door. His hair was a dark color, one that matched with his dark clothing. They could smell the booze on the man as it poured down him and swept across the floor. A broken beer bottle in his right hand, a possible weapon. A small arm belonging to a very scared little girl in his left hand.
"Let the girl go Lewis." Joe said, moving around the captain to get a better view. The little girl had long black hair, wide, scared green -with a hint of blue- eyes. She wore a T-shirt that was too big for her, and tight little pink jeans. It was almost midnight, shouldn't she be wearing PJs? Lewis snapped his head towards Joe, then his eyes scanned all the guns surrounding him. He didn't have a chance. He dropped the girl, and the bottle. He raised his hands that were soon taken by the captain's to arrest. Joe approached the little girl.
"Hey. Hey it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Joe said, showing her his empty hands. Having already put his gun in it's holster. Joe looked around, then back at the little girl. "My name's Joe. What's yours?" The little girl must've sensed he was a parent, or maybe it was the gentleness in his voice that calmed her.
"L-Lisa." Lisa answered, still shaking and curled up on the floor. Joe slowly got closer, saying his name to let the girl warm up to him.
"Lisa's a pretty name. Can I sit by you?" Joe asked, calmly and gently. Lisa nodded after a moment of consideration, and Joe moved to sit by her. Sitting a fair amount away, so she didn't feel pressured. After a moment of silence, Joe noticed Lewis was taken out to the patrol car already. The officer looked back at the littler girl, brown orbs meeting green. "Do you have a sibling Lisa?"
A nod. Joe looked around again. Of course, he already knew Lewis had kids. Two in fact, even though he was with only one. He didn't see the other child down there with them, and hoped Lewis hadn't done anything to the poor kid.
"Where are they?" Joe asked Lisa, looking back at her. She suddenly became more timid than before, curling up tighter and keeping her eyes away from the man beside her. "What's their name?" Joe tried instead. If she wasn't going to tell them where, maybe a name would help their search.
"L-Leo. I c-call him L-Len. He likes it be-better." Joe sighed while the others went to look for the missing boy. Joe held his hands out for Lisa. She looked at him with fear and it hurt. What did the bastard do to them to make them this scared of people?
"It's okay Lisa. The bad man won't hurt you anymore. You and Len can come with us, and we'll keep you safe." When Lisa didn't move, Joe racked his brain for other things to say. He couldn't keep her here, but he couldn't move her without her approval. "Can I pick you Lisa? We're going to go on a trip, you, Len and me. Won't that be fun?" Joe tried, begging and pleading for it to work. After a moment of Lisa thinking, Joe could see her bite the inside of her cheek, she nodded. He sighed in relief and carefully picked the small child up.
Joe carried her out of the door, and to one of the ambulances outside. He frowned, when did one of those come here? He looked at Shawn who nodded, he was the one who called. He set Lisa down on the gurney and let the paramedics take a look over her. He stood closely by, seeing that Lisa only relaxed slightly near him.
"Joe." The captain called, nodding for him to come over there. With one last glance at Lisa, the dark skinned man walked over to his boss.
"Captain. Did you find him?" Joe asked, once they were close enough to talk without shouting or raising voices. The captain nodded.
"He was in one of the rooms upstairs, unconscious. They're taking him to the hospital now. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about." The captain said, looking away.
"I know your hands are full with Iris and now Barry, and it's only been a year since what happened but.." The captain sighed. "If they go to foster care, they'll be separated, and what would happen in Lewis got out?"
"What are you suggesting?" Joe asked, having a hint to what it is already.
"She's a six year old girl, her brother's only twelve. He's barry's age Joe. I know it's a lot to ask. But it's only until we find something better." The captain answered without answering.
"You want me to take them in?" joe asked in disbelief. "I don't have that kind of room, or money."
"The government will pay for them, and they can just share rooms. Can't they?"
"Do you have kids, Captain?"
"Yes."
"They're a lot of responsibility. They're damaged, traumatized. I don't think I'd be able to give them what they need."
"Please Joe. It's only until we find a home that will take in both of them. Please."
Joe sighed, knowing he was going to regret this.
"Fine."
"Mr. Seymour?" The intercom asked.
"Yes?" The male teacher responded, pausing the class.
"Would you please send Iris west and Barry Allen to office after class?" The lady on the intercom asked, making the teacher sigh.
"Yes." He answered, and a click was heard when the connection severed. He looked to the back of the class, at a little girl sitting next to a little boy. Iris and Barry. He gave them a look, saying 'what did you do this time?' but said nothing. Class was still on for another ten minutes and in that time the two children gained a lot of anxiety.
The bell rang and everyone jumped out of their seat to leave. The twelve year old Barry and Thirteen year old Iris slowly left the class and headed for the office. iris gulped when she saw her father's back, and Barry gulped when he saw the captain's. The kids entered the office, making the two grown ups stand. Barry managed to open his mouth, even though it somewhat scared him.
"Is this about my father?" Barry asked with more confidence then he was feeling. The two adults shared a look before shaking their head,
"No. No Barry, he's okay." Joe said, before taking Iris's hand and leading them out of the office. "I'm taking you out of school early."
"Why?" iris asked, confused and scared. They got out of the building, and saw two cars parked but still on. Joe took Iris to the first car and Barry followed. Joe didn't answer and got in the driver's side, Iris took the passenger's side and Barry took the back. In silence, Joe pulled out and drove a familiar route home. Iris glanced back at her best friend who felt the same kind of anxiety and fear as her. Did they do something bad? Are they kicked out of school? Did someone die? Is someone Dying?
No questions were asked, no answers were giving. Joe parked, turned the car off and stayed sitting for a moment. "When we go inside. You're going to sit on the couch, and listen, alright?" They both nodded and they all got out. Joe took a deep breath and noticed the Captain didn't follow them home. He saw the two kids were already inside and made his way to follow after them.
Like he said, they sat on the couch and waited. They eyed to two new mattresses by the stairs, but no words were said. Joe took his seat across from them and on the coffee table. He clasped his hand together and stayed liked that for a moment. He didn't say anything, and it worried the two kids. He tried figuring out what he was going to say, how he was going to break the news to his daughter and Barry.
"Guys. What I'm going to tell you is going to be difficult, so you need to focus. Alright?" Joe asked looking at them seriously. He waited for their nods before continuing. "We're going to be fostering two kids. That's what those mattresses are for. Now keep listening." Joe had to say when they turned to look at what was spoken about. "They're dad had to go to jail, because he did something bad and now they're without a home or family. We're going to give that to them. Okay?"
"When are they coming? Where are they sleeping? Who are they? What's their dad do? " iris asked at a mile per minute. Joe let out a shaky laugh and sighed.
"You're going to share your rooms, they're coming later today. That's why I pulled you out early, I need you guys to clean your room." Joe explained, seeing their faces fall. He motioned for them to go get to work, and so they did.
So what'd you think of the first chapter? A little RR is very welcomed. The second chapter is being worked on and will be published when Finished.
