Me: Once again, another crossover for Teen Wolf. I've already let the dude know I'm writing this and I plan on sending him the link. Here's the link for the video on youtube. www. Youtube watch ?v= CkKLCAS - Ym0
Stiles: Just get rid of the spaces.
Me: So yeah… Umm… I don't really know what to say…
Disclaimer Here → Yeah, don't own. Idea goes to MadWolfHunter on youtube and the actual characters and stuff actually belong to the writers and directors of the TV Shows.
3rd Person POV
Files were scattered across his father's desk, missing persons and other unsolved cases. Stiles picked up a random one, flipping through it. They were researching the Kanima, trying to find other cases like it. So far there hadn't been any. Reading through the file Stiles didn't notice his father sitting down in front of him. A thin file was in his hands, one that Stiles recognized immediately.
"Did you know you had a brother named Camden?" It was a rhetorical question, since the Sheriff had told him about his brother many times, "Take one guess as to how old he would be."
Stiles shifted in his seat, setting down the file into his lap. His dad talked, and still does talk, about Camden whenever he gets drunk. Moaning over the loss of his son, even if it wasn't his by blood. Quickly he did the math.
"Twenty-four," Stiles replied.
His father nodded, sitting back in his seat. Stiles glanced away for a second before looking back at his dad. Wherever Camden was at least he was safer then he would be if he was still in Beacon Hills. Who knows, Camden could be dead if he had still stayed in Beacon Hills. It seemed that just about everyone else was. Then again Camden could still be dead anyways and they just didn't know about it.
"Well, really he's your half brother," his dad continued and Stiles wondered if he had gotten drunk, as this was the most Stiles had heard about his brother ever, most of what he knew he had found out himself, "She was already pregnant when we met… he was six I think when we lost him. Your mom just had you."
Pressing his lips together in an anxious habit, slightly worried about what this train of thought. Last time his father had done something like this, talked this much about Camden, he had been smash drunk. Glancing back down at the records in his hands he noted, with surprise, his mother's name on it. Opening it more he read the information, the birthday in particular. March nineteen, the same birthday as his brother. Noting the similarities between the birth certificate of his brother and the change of name on the driver's license.
"Technically, his name is Barry Allen now," Stiles muttered.
"Allen, that's a name I haven't heard in a long time," his Dad sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Henry Allen is Camden, or Barry's, biological father."
"Central City," Stiles mused, flipping through the files before wincing, "Did you know… his father in jail and stepmother dead?"
"The police officer thought, with Claudia's deteriorating condition, that having another child to care for would be too much," his dad took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his shaking hands, "Instead the police officer took him in. I haven't tried to contact him since then, he changed his name after that."
However Stiles wasn't paying much attention to his father's talk. Instead he was trying to sear the information into his brain, the address. He never met his brother, but he wanted too. Yet he didn't know what was happening miles away, in Central City. Something that would change everything forever, but maybe not for the best.
*******TWDCF******
It had been a long day, returning back from Star City only not to make the cut for the Particle Accelerator viewing. So instead he returned back to his lab, to finish the forensics on one of his cases. Paperwork was piled on his desk with no rhyme or reason. Typing in the password to his computer a flash of light caught his attention. Lifting his head just enough for his eyes to see what was happening, his eyebrows rose. A beam of light was appearing over Star Labs. Already a storm was beginning to form. Darting away from his desk he rushed to the chain in the middle of the lab, tugging on it. However it was too late, a lightning bolt streaked across the sky. It struck the chains and him, flinging him back into a batch of chemicals. A yellow vein of electricity moved up his body, disappearing once it reached his temple. It would be hours before anyone found him.
*******TWDCF*******
*NINEMONTHSLATER*
The kanima had been taken care of by the time Stiles found the file again. It had been sitting on his desk, hidden under the kanima research papers. As he was cleaning them up, storing them in a special hidden spot in his room, the file fell to the ground and the papers fell out. They scattered across the floor and he caught sight of his brothers face when he went to pick them up. Setting the other papers aside he read the information, flipping through the file once again. Scrunching up his nose he read the address, noting silently that Central City wasn't that far from here.
"Stiles!" Scott called from downstairs, "Derek called a pack meeting!"
"Sourwolf can wait," Stiles replied under his breath, knowing Scott can hear him from however far away he is.
"You know he doesn't like it when we're late!"
"Go without me!"
"You're my ride!"
Stiles huffed softly, closing the file. There wasn't anything he could do right now anyways, it wasn't like he was able to go. He had school, and pack stuff, and had to take care of his dad. It wasn't like he could just get up and go to Central City right? Did his brother even know he existed…?
"STILES!"
"I'm coming! Hold your horses Scott!"
Stuffing the file into his backpack, throwing the bag over his shoulder, Stiles grabbed his keys and ran downstairs. Scott was looking immensely frustrated, standing there with his arms crossed. A small apologetic smile was graced on Stiles face as he walked by Scott. The younger male followed him into the jeep.
"What were you doing?" Scott asked as they drove to Derek's loft.
"Nothing," Stiles forced himself to focus on the road, ignoring the thought of the file in his backpack, "Just looking at the research."
"The kanima is taken care of. We don't need to worry about it anymore."
"Then why has Derek called a meeting?"
Silence greeted him and, glancing over at Scott, he noticed that Scott didn't even know why as well. A soft sigh escaped him and he turned back to the road. The silence was awkward. Eventually, and thankfully, they pulled up into the parking lot outside of Derek's loft.
"Are you okay Stiles?"
Not bothering to reply Stiles made his way up to Derek's apartment. There were so many stairs, why? They didn't even have an elevator in this building. Maybe he should complain to Derek, not like he could do anything, but still. Derek would know who owned the building, right? Probably, after all he lived there.
"You're late," Derek said the second they walked in.
"I was busy," Stiles replied with an air of indifference, "So what's with the pack meeting. I didn't even know those existed."
The Alpha's eyes narrowed on him, a soft red glow starting to appear. However Stiles ignored it. While him and Scott had basically already joined the pack; which was only consisted of them, Lydia (a newly revealed Banshee), Isaac, and Derek, Stiles didn't feel like he needed to listen to Derek. After all he isn't, and doesn't plan to be, a werewolf.
Tossing his backpack down next to the couch that he collapsed on, Stiles raised an eyebrow at Derek. Silently daring him to say or do anything. The red eyes glowed brighter before dimming as Derek decided it wasn't worth it. A soft smirk appeared on Stiles face even as Derek cleared his throat.
"An alpha pack has shown itself in Beacon Hills," Derek said.
"An alpha pack, how does that work? Wouldn't they, I don't know, attack each other?" Stiles asked.
"Stiles," Lydia admonished, glaring at him from her spot across the room.
"They're lead by Deucalion. We need to be prepared for them," Derek continued crossing his arms, "Stiles…"
"Research I know," Stiles got up, grabbing his backpack.
Of course that had to be when everything fell out. A curse slipped through his lips as he knelt down and went to clean the up the papers. The others, except Derek who just stared at him exasperatedly, knelt down to help. Before he could grab the file Lydia got to it first, her brows drawn together in confusion. It was then he noticed it was open. Slowly her brows raised, glancing up at Stiles.
"You have a brother?" Lydia asked, her eyes wide.
"Yes, half-brother," Stiles said.
The file slipped through her fingers and she covered her mouth. That reaction confused him and his own brows drew together. Glancing up at her, Stiles put back the papers he had picked up.
"Why, is he dead?" there wasn't anything in the file that referenced that, but it was a pretty old file.
Lydia's eyes looked distant. She wasn't even looking at anyone. Anxiety coursed through Stiles, his hand shaking and his heart racing. He hadn't even met his brother. Already he could be dead. Then slowly Lydia answered.
"No… but I'm not sure he's alive either."
Without even looking at the rest of the pack Stiles grabbed the file from the ground and rushed out of the room, taking his backpack with him. Flying down the stairs he plunged his keys into the ignition and turned the jeep over. It was a long drive to Central City, no matter how close it looked on a map, and it'd probably take a few days. But Stiles was determined to get there now. He had to know, he just had too.
*****TWDCF*****
Miles and miles away Barry Allen took a deep breath and rose off of the hospital bed thing that held him. Wires and tubes were connected to his body, eyes unfocused. His chest was bare, more wires connected to him there. Gasps of breath escaped from his mouth, chest heaving. There was a cannula tube in his nose, doing whatever that thing does.
"OH my god," a boy with long black hair and a graphic tee exclaimed.
In one hand was what looked to be a phone, the other was raised up in shock. His eyes were wide and it looked like Barry had startled him. However Barry was really confused, eyes taking in the building he was in. Where was he? He didn't recognize it.
"Where am I?" one hand rose to take of the wires and tubes.
"He's up," a brown wavy haired girl said unnecessarily.
Whatever was in her hands she set down, heading over to him. One of her hands smacked his, sending him a stern look. Rubbing his hand with an almost pout, Barry watched them. His mind was slowly catching up with everything else, but still seemed to be a few steps behind. It didn't help that the girl was thrusting things in his face and, was that a cup to pee in? Blinking owlishly Barry just stared at her. At least she had stopped talking now.
"Caitlin calm down, he just woke up," the boy said, "I'm Cisco Ramon and the girl that is thrusting a cup in your face is Doctor Caitlin Snow."
"Barry Allen," he introduced himself unnecessarily before repeating his earlier question, "Where am I?"
"You're in Star Labs," Caitlin said in a rush, "Now I really need you to pee in this cup."
Barry tore off the wires and tubes, being careful with the IV as he took it out. Once he was free of wires he got up shakily, testing his balance, before letting himself put his full weight on his legs. It was around now that he noticed his unclothed state. Thankfully Cisco handed him one of the Star Labs sweaters.
"Why am I here?" Barry questioned as he put the sweater on.
"The hospital couldn't care for your… unique situation and so Star Labs took you in," Caitlin explained, wringing her hands together, "With permission from Joe of course."
"Joe, god… I forgot about him."
"It's okay, we'll call him," Cisco said, "You need to get checked over by Caitlin. You got this?"
"Yeah go ahead," Caitlin replied.
Many multiple tests later Barry finally met Harrison Wells. His inner fanboy nearly made an appearance but he pushed it down, somewhat. Some trickled over but for the most part he didn't make a fool of himself. Then he looked over the results with Caitlin's help, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
"I feel fine," Barry repeated for what felt like the thirtieth time, "Can I go home now?"
"I'd like to perform some more tests," Caitlin hedged.
"I feel fine, seriously. I'll call you if something turns up, promise. Joe has your number I assume."
"Well…"
"He'll be fine Ms. Snow," Wells said, a strange glint in his eye, "He'll call, won't you Mr. Allen?"
"Promise."
Taking the opening Barry fled Star Labs.
It wasn't until the next day that something strange happened. Work had been normal, except for a man named Eddie that seemed to be dating Iris (if the compromising situation he found them in was any indication), but that was too be expected. Same with getting thrown right back into work at the precinct. That was all well and normal. But what was strange was when he ran thirty blocks in the span of thirty seconds. Yeah, that was a little weird. Then he remembered what Caitlin said about strange situation. Last night he had stolen Cisco's number from Joe (well he hadn't exactly stolen it), so he called Cisco.
"Something strange just happened," Barry said, watching his vibrating hand as he talked.
~Define strange~
"Not normal," Barry suggested, "It'd be easier just to show you."
~Alright, I'll gather the team. Be at Star Labs in an hour?~
Barry thought for a second, "I can be there in five."
~How? Aren't you at the Precinct?~
"Trust me."
Hanging up Barry thought for a second before running to Star Labs. It only took him a few minutes, less than the five he promised. Wind upset the papers in the cortex and the speed blew Caitlin's hair into her face. The two sat there in shock, Wells wheeling into the room. A contemplative look appeared on his face even as Barry gave them a hopeless look.
"Dude! That was sick!" Cisco exclaimed.
"How is that even possible…" Caitlin wondered aloud, her mind going a million miles an hour.
"The lightning mixed with the chemicals must have altered his DNA," Wells said.
"We have to test this, imagine the possibilities!"
"Indeed."
What had he gotten himself into?
*******TWDCF*******
Stiles was just realizing that this might bad idea when he crossed the line for Central City. This file was around two or three years outdated, it was possible his brother didn't even live in Central anymore. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel Stiles glanced over at his charging phone. This had been a rash decision, he knew that. But at the same time he couldn't help but not care. He didn't have any Adderall, which was already starting to affect him, the cash he had was limited, possibly only a few days worth, and the clothes he had were only there because his dad insisted he be ready for any situation. Seems that making a rash decision to find his half-brother counted as one of those situations. Not to mention that having werewolves as friends included having multiple changes of clothing due to mishaps. Oh, and having lots and lots of food and water. They were constantly hungry!
A honk drove him out of his thoughts and he began to drive again. The address might not even be right. This could only end badly. Turning onto the street Stiles stopped outside the house. It was cute, the kind of house he could imagine growing up in. An African American girl walked by one of the windows and Stiles drew in a sharp breath. He knew it was out of date. Camden, or should he call him Barry?, didn't live there anymore. Driving off, trying to pretend that he hadn't stopped in the first place, Stiles silently berated himself. Stupid, stupid.
The car came out of nowhere. One second he was driving peacefully, silently embarrassed at thinking that his brother still lived there. It was possible he wasn't even in Central City anymore. Not that it mattered. So the car came out of nowhere, slamming into his car. The force of the impact jarred him, knocking him against the driver's side door. Blood trickled down his neck as he groaned, lifting himself up. His ankle ached, but nothing seemed broken. Wiggling his toes didn't cause sharp pain to go up his leg so he considered it good. Already people were at the scene, trying to keep Stiles from getting out of his car. But he ignored them, stumbling out and gingerly putting pressure on his foot.
"What happened?" he asked a random person.
"That maniac sped down the road," the african american girl from the house said, helping him too a curb, "Wait here. An ambulance is already on the way."
His brain seemed to have turned to mush. The raging headache didn't do anything to help either. Sirens wailed, getting louder the closer they got. A paramedic immediately rushed to his side but already he was feeling better, the headache having already gone away. The blood seemed to have dried and he had found where the blood came from in the first place, a small cut from shattered glass on his neck. Of course the paramedic checked to make sure that there was no glass, but why did he have to go to the hospital?
So now he was sitting in a hospital bed, silently fuming. There was nothing seriously wrong with him but now he had to stay the night. It was just a sprained ankle, a minor concussion, and a small little cut. Nothing serious. At least Roscoe was mostly okay. The jeep had gotten hit in the bumper, spun, and managed to hit the curb just right to stop. There was a dent in the bumper and one of the windows had shattered. Those were easy fixes, didn't cost to much. Well, replacing a window cost a bit more than what he currently had. Just a smidge. However he could just put a garbage bag, which he had in the jeep, over the hole and duct tape it. He had duct tape in the jeep as well.
One of the nurses came in and left him dinner. His nose wrinkled as he stared at the dinner before sighing and just deciding to bite the bullet and eat it. Not like it could hurt him more than Gerard did. Right?
*******TWDCF*******
The midnight run to Starling City was originally unplanned, but he needed to talk to Oliver. After leaving a message through Felicity, who had given him Oliver's number after agreeing to tell him, he had run onto the rooftop of the building. Now waiting there he couldn't help but wonder if he could become what Oliver is, a vigilante. But a vigilante wasn't really him. He wanted to be a hero, someone that only helped.
"I spent my whole life, searching for the impossible. Never imagining, that I would become the impossible," Barry told Oliver, after telling him everything that had happened to him.
For a bit there was no response from Oliver, who was wearing his vigilante costume.
"Why come to me?" Oliver asked, turning around to face him, "Something tells me you didn't just run six hundred miles just to say hi to a friend."
Thinking for a second Barry responded, "All my life I wanted to just do more. Be more. And now I am. And the first chance I get to help someone I screw up. I was chasing the bad guy and someone died."
The events from earlier today flashed through his mind. Everything he did wrong in the forefront. Turning to look away for a second Barry racked his mind for something more to say. Missing Oliver's look of horror and understanding. Horror that Barry had to go through this and understanding as he had gone through the same thing before.
"If you really do this, you're going to make mistakes," there was a pause, "I've made mistakes. But the good you do will far outweigh the bad."
"But what if Wells is right?" Barry asked, the insecurities in his head pushing itself forward, "What if I'm not a hero? What if I'm just some guy struck by lightning?"
He could see that Oliver was trying to think of something to say. Something to make him feel better. However there really wasn't anything to say. Yet he was still looking for something. What it was he didn't know. Oliver was like the big brother he never had. He needed Oliver to be his rock.
"I don't think that bolt of lightning struck you randomly, Barry. I think it chose you," Oliver told him.
For a while he just stared at Oliver, an indescribable feeling rising in his chest. His eyes watered a little and a small smile appeared on his face before he looked away. Then he looked a little to the right of Oliver, thinking of what to say next.
"I'm just not sure I'm like you Oliver," Barry said, "I don't know if I can be some… vigilante."
He hated saying that word, knowing that Oliver wasn't exactly a vigilante. Not anymore at least.
"You can be better," Oliver replied, "Because you can inspire people in a way that I never could."
A lump appeared in his throat as he stared at Oliver. He tried to swallow it down but it didn't work. Oliver's speech was helping, inspiring him to do what everyone thought he couldn't.
"Watch your city like a guardian angel. Making a difference, saving people, in a flash," Oliver said.
Smiling slightly, just a small quirk of his lips. Oliver turned away, going towards the edge of the roof. Somehow the older male just knew that was what Barry needed to hear. As he walked away he put on the mask Barry gave him. Before he got to the edge Oliver turned back around, smiling slightly. He shook his bow like he always did when he was considering what he was about to say.
"Take your own advice. Wear a mask," Oliver said.
This time the smile was real, huffing a small laugh. Oliver cracked a small smile before turning back away and jumping off the roof. Worried now Barry took a few steps towards the edge of the roof. Then he stopped when he noticed a swinging greenish figure, heading up the side of a roof. Disbelief covered his face before another smile appeared.
"Cool," he muttered, before running off in a streak of lightning, not hearing Oliver's repetition of the same word.
Me: Hope you liked it MadWolfHunter. Anyways I put the scene with Oliver because I feel that really made Barry what he is now. So yeah. Also the car accident was to get Stiles at the hospital as that's where Barry and Stiles first interact.
Stiles: But yeah, go watch the video. There will be spoilers but not too many I think.
Review Request Here → Go check out the video. Remember to take the spaces out of the link. If that doesn't work go to youtube and search There Was Two of Them.