TC Stark: I was originally writing this story for myself, but my friend Brittany convinced me to put it up. It really was meant to be fun. It's very Harrison and OC centered and won't always follow the plot of the series. I will venture off, but every DC character will be kept in character, so if at any point it seems someone is OOC, please let me know. This story is really inspired by how cleaver and mysterious Dr. Wells is and wanting to pair with someone who can challenge him on a mental level.
Disclaimer and warnings: This story will include cursing, sexual innuendos, sexual situations, age difference, homosexual undertones, homosexual overtones, voyeurism, sexually ambiguous situations, some liberties as to who the hell Harrison even is. I do not own anyone belonging to the DC world and don't claim to. I have one OC in this story that will be focused on and an OC borrowed from PixelTheLittlestFembot that will come in later. Thank you!
Chapter One:
"Good work today, Barry, go home and get some rest."
Dr. Harrison Wells didn't need to tell Barry Allen or the rest of his team to call it a night. They were all young and it was Friday. As a man who had just turned fifty and supposedly paralyzed from the waist down, he didn't do much with his weekends other than what he did with his week. And that was spend it in the lab he had created - the one that created The Flash and so many other metahumans.
All three waved him off, leaving the scientist to himself. He didn't mind. Dr. Wells didn't much like people - it was why he had built Star Labs. Granted, he had done it fourteen years prior with his late wife, but it was his sanctuary. The world didn't understand advancing science and he was perfectly fine not being a part of that reality. Ever since she had passed away, his life had been dedicated to one thing and one thing only.
Sitting back in his chair, Dr. Wells took a look at what was in front of him. It had been ten months since the particle accelerator had exploded. A lot of lives were lost that day, Star Labs was practically shut down, and his name had been dragged through the mud in the papers. Despite all that, it had given them something that made it all worth it - Barry Allen. The Flash was their future and he'd do anything to preserve that.
In the midst of his daydreaming, the sound of clicking snapped him out of it. It echoed through the room and when he listened closer, he observed it sounded like high heels hitting the ground. The only female who regularly entered the lab was Caitlin Snow and she had just left an hour prior with Barry and Cisco.
Turning the wheelchair around, Dr. Wells observed a different woman making her way in. Not the kind who normally entered his facility - her heels were pumps and by his calculations, most likely four inches tall. Olive skin, she was toned, with a feminine frame, short chin length black hair, bangs, blue eyes, and the only reason why he noticed her perky bust, was due to the blue strapless mini dress she wore.
Sitting back in his chair, Dr. Wells stroked his chin and made the first attempt to converse, "I'm afraid you've stumbled into the wrong kind of facility, young lady."
"Are you implying you're old?" The full lipped woman cooed, stopping in front of him, "And no, I'm in the right place."
If it weren't for the fact that Harrison didn't have any other friends outside his team, he would have mistaken the moment for one where a buddy would pay for a...woman in her profession to come and entertain him. That would be quite cruel, considering everyone assumed he couldn't feel anything from the waist down.
Observing her, he guessed she was about twenty-five and not stupid, so he entertained her presence, "If you insist - I'm Dr. Harrison Wells."
"I know who you are," She folded her arms, propping herself on top of a table, "My name is Lexi Synn - yes, it's not the name I was born with, but you don't need to know that."
With a small shrug, he countered, "I would have no need to ask. So, Ms Synn, what can I do for you today?"
Hands holding the edge of the table, Lexi folded her legs and rocked back while explaining, "I'm new to town, but everyone talks about Star Lab and the great disaster of a particle accelerator about ten months back."
"A misfortunate event, but why does it concern you?"
"According to myth blogs and such, there's someone called The Flash running around acting as some sort of vigilante. As well as several humans with and quote superhuman abilities causing mischief. I would assume that since people like them didn't occur until the incident ten months ago that they are a direct result and that you would be aware of their existence. If not just that, but also that you've come into contact with them and are already studying them." Lexi fluidly explained.
Picking himself up, he shifted his seat and looked at the girl curiously. He knew of the rumors. It frustrated him that Barry's good friend and adopted sister Iris was the founder of The Flash's blog. Not only did she put a name to herself and was the target of all of Allen's new enemies, but she was becoming too curious. As he saw though, the young man thrived better when having close, friendships, and the doctor had to do everything possible to preserve the future.
With a slow nod, Dr. Wells pondered, "And might I ask what this has to do with you?"
It was then that Lexi's eyelids dropped and she slowly smirked, "What if I told you, metahumans have existed before your accident?"
"I would find it highly improbable."
Once those words left his mouth, Dr. Wells felt his wheelchair moving forward. The only thing was, he wasn't the one doing it. Staring down, he confirmed that his hand was not on the command stick, yet it was like he was being pulled towards the young woman. There had been at least five feet between them and now her heel was touching the arm of his chair.
Looking perplexed, Dr. Wells looked at the young woman as she looked down at him, as if trying to assess what he was thinking. Leaning back, she held her hand out and that was when he saw both a pen and pad of paper from the desk levitate in the air and come to her, before she grabbed them and began writing.
"I'm twenty-five, Dr. Wells, and I just got to town about a month ago. I first saw signs of this ability when I was ten," Holding up the pad of paper, she pointed to the equation, "Definitely longer than ten months."
"Fascinating," He slowly breathed, "Telepathy."
Lexi shook her head, "Telepathy is the ability to read minds - I can't do that. What I can do, is control things with my mind. Telekinesis."
Intrigued, Harrison slowly smirked, while asking, "That's quite impressive. I'm not speechless often, but this would include one of those times. This particle accelerator didn't exist until ten months ago, so I'm curious as to how you got your powers."
"As am I," Lexi stood up off the table and walked in a different direction, taking the doctor with her. At that point, he was less concerned with her controlling his wheelchair than he was with her, "I was ten when I became angry and suddenly the spoons my family was using to eat dinner all bent. It's been unusual these past fifteen years. I've gotten a handle on the simple things...but, there's a lot I don't understand. And I don't often use my abilities, as...it's not always safe," She added, her eyebrows furrowing inwards, "It's a lot of power...my mind can't always handle it."
Tilting his head, Dr. Wells slowly nodded, "No...I can't imagine it could. Not without any supervision. I have to admit, I never factored that there would be metahumans without the aid of the particle accelerator," Before he got too ahead of himself, the doctor asked, "What is it you are actually asking me, Ms. Synn?"
Folding her arms, Lexi explained, "I've tried leading as normal of a life as possible. I work, I've gone to school. I can do little things - lift, crush soda cans, bend items, but when I exude too much...it becomes dangerous. I left my last town because I was attempting to stop a bus from hitting children...instead I crushed the bus and shattered several cars' windows."
It was obvious Lexi was not too proud of what she had done, but Dr. Wells saw potential. That kind of power, she could do anything - control anything. The possibilities were endless. In just a month they had finetuned Barry's abilities - the chance to help the young woman made Harrison rethink everything. There hadn't been anything in the papers about a person like her, but the timeline was constantly changing.
Musing over his options, Dr. Wells concluded, "Let me think over strategies to go about this. Where do you work? I'll come get you when I've thought this through more."
"I work at the Kitty Corner," With a look from the doctor, Lexi shrugged, "It pays the bills and I don't need to think."
Dr. Harrison Wells lifted his hands as if saying he didn't judge her. The Kitty Corner was a strip club in a seedy part of town and his suspicions were true that she was indeed a stripper. The first thing he would need to do would be get her out of that profession - not because he had any moral objections, but because Lexi should be exercising her brain. Not relaxing it. In order to make progress, he needed her to think, a lot.
Two weeks had passed since Lexi Synn had walked into Star lab. Dr. Wells was ashamed to say he had been side tracked. Barry was still his number one priority and with metahumans affected by the particle accelerator blast popping up everyday, they were busy. The Flash was pushing himself every day to defeat these people who decided to use their powers for bad, as well as helping out his adopted father on the police force.
Dr. Wells had not told anyone about his encounter with Lexi. For the time being, he wanted to keep her a secret. According to the woman, her powers had the ability to become dangerous, as she was not trained. Instead of accidentally crushing busses, he could help her lift busses, break apartment buildings in two, and so much more. He saw it now - he saw what she could do and who she could become.
On a night when he finally was able to get some alone time, Dr. Wells packed himself into the van specifically designed for someone who needed a wheelchair. He decided to take it down to the seedy part of town. He wanted to laugh a little; a brilliant scientist as himself, in a neighborhood full of drug dealers and prostitutes.
The Kitty Corner was like any strip club. The lights were dimmed dark, loud music blasted through the place, and old men sat around thinking young women were actually interested in them. Dr. Wells had to laugh. What a sight he must have looked like - a fifty year old wheelchair bound man; they must have thought he needed the most help of all.
A waitress, who not surprisingly was dressed like a stripper; asked if he needed any help. After saying who he was looking for, he was pointed in the right direction. As a man of science, he didn't actually find any appeal in women dancing naked in front of him. He found it less appealing when shared amongst other men.
Lexi was chatting with another dancer, only clad in lacy lingerie and knee high stiletto boots. Dr. Wells had to say he was impressed - she had a very toned, lean, and sexually provocative body. Stomach flat, hips nicely curved, and C cup breasts that though they were quite real looking, were indeed fake. Whatever doctor operated on her must have been skilled, but he could always tell when anything wasn't authentic.
"I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me." Lexi cooed, standing up and stepping towards the doctor.
Stopping, Harrison chuckled, "It's been busy. I'm glad I caught you before you went on stage."
"Fridays I don't dance on stage. I do private meetings. So, unless you're booking a booth, my boss won't appreciate me standing around speaking with you."
The doctor chuckled against, reaching in his pocket and taking out his wallet. Fanning out some bills, he asked, "Will 400 suffice?"
The Kitty Corner's private booths were located in the far corner of the establishment, so the music wasn't as loud. Lexi had informed the hostess and got both she and Harrison drinks, before heading to it. The doctor wasn't much of a drinker, but the establishment actually had good Scotch, so he got a double on the rocks.
After closing the long curtain, Lexi took a sip of her drink before setting it down on the leather bound couch that hugged the round walls. Harrison parked himself in the middle of the room, with his hands on his lap, "How many of these private sessions do you normally give?"
"Don't worry about it," Lexi ordered, walking over and instructing, "You can't touch."
With an amused laugh, he reached for his drink and took a small sip, "I wasn't expecting a show."
Hands on her hips, Lexi smirked, "I take my work seriously," Placing her hand on his shoulder, she pouted, "Even if you can't feel anything."
"Ouch." He laughed, as the young woman swung her legs over his lap and straddled him.
As Lexi began sensually moving her hips, she asked, "So, what's your proposition?"
Keeping his hands on the arms of the chair, Harrison looked up. Lexi's makeup was a little more extreme, and he saw that her eyeshadow was shimmery, and a few of those sparkles had even made their way to her chest. She smelled sweet and every time she moved her hips, he saw the tightening of her stomach. Something told him, she worked often as a pole dancer and did many of these private dances.
As Lexi ground her crotch against his, Harrison explained, "I want to run tests. Blood samples, lung pressure, heart, a real physical. I also want to take a DNA sample, so to better understand your genetic makeup. Then, we can start the learning process."
"And what's that?" Lexi asked, pressing her body against his before getting off and sitting down backwards in his lap.
Having a nice view of her well proportioned behind, Harrison answered, "We learn your true abilities. How far you can take your powers."
With a small snort, Lexi moved herself to the music outside while looking over her shoulder, "How far I can take my powers, is crushing a buss in half."
"No, no. That's because you weren't concentrating. Your powers are still in the infant stage. But, I can help nurse them. Soon, you'll be able to do anything, with minimal brain power," Sitting back, he touched her arm and stopped her dancing, "Come to my lab tomorrow night...wear something a little more comfortable to wear."