Heeeeyyyyyyy. How's life? So I got this awesome prompt from KDesai, and I instantly fell in love with it! This will be a multi-chapter story, so bear with me. Haha. I promise that it will get done; just like all of my other stories. But it might just take some time. ;) So, yeah, I am now excepting prompts, and am a beta-reader, so feel free to ask me to beta-read for you, or send me a prompt! ;) Also, I have a poll up on my profile, so if you could pretty please check that out, I'd love ya' for it! ;P Read on, dear reader. Read on... ;D

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Barry kicked his foot out behind him to knock the attempted attacker back, so he could send him back to Oliver; since Barry was still working on fighting his own attacker. Central City had been experiencing a group of meta-humans who called themselves; 'The Destroyers'.

Cisco had thought that the name was too bland, and had decided that he would call them; 'Teenage Mutant Meta-Humans'.

Because that's kind of what they were; young, mutant, meta-human fighters. They were just causing a ton of mayhem, and robbing banks around the city, but as both Barry and Oliver and whole team of Star Labs were afraid of, they might start killing soon.

And Barry was not going to allow that to happen.

So, he had called in Oliver once he had painfully-quite literally, painfully-realized that he couldn't do it on his own.

They had already apprehended several prisoners, but it seemed that everyone time that they thinned the group, they would recruit even more than before. And as bad as Barry felt for the kids, because really, they were just misguided kids, this had to stop.

Oliver always found it amusing that Barry called them kids, because to Oliver, Barry was still a kid. Right now, however, both him and Barry were fighting at an old and abandoned farmhouse out in the middle of practically nowhere.

And Barry was dealing with a very frustrating meta-human. She always had a ton of daggers, and much to Barry's dismay, did he realize that she could make them with her hands.

So, Barry was trying this best to stop her from hurting anyone, while also trying to capture her, keep an eye out for Oliver, even though he had claimed he didn't need anybody watching his back, and watch out for any intended attacks directed towards himself.

Barry glanced back at Oliver, to find that he seemed to be putting handcuffs on his captured prisoners; two whom were knocked out, and one who seemed to be cowering back in fear and giving up.

While his attention was on his partner, Barry barely had the time to react when he turned around.

She was attempting to stab him in the shoulder, but he quickly dodged that, not having time to counteract the next stab to his forearm. He hissed in pain as he recoiled back, he looked up to see a sick smirk on the twenty year old's face, and then looked back down; quickly yet painfully yanking the dagger out of his arm and throwing it aside.

A strangled shout escaped past his lips, but he clenched his jaw and ignored the blood starting to gush out of his arm, and instead focused on his new goal; apprehending his prisoner.

When he looked back up, a look of pure fear was plastered onto her face, and as much as Barry felt bad for being the cause of that, he didn't waste anytime in using that fear to his advantage. He immediately started to use his super speed to run around her in circles, and as hard as she tried, she couldn't fight him off.

"Arrow, now!" He shouted towards his friend, and watched carefully as right at the last second, an arrow flew by, and Barry suddenly stopped so he was out of the way and watched as the arrow came at the girl, and suddenly a rope was wrapped around her.

Man, Barry loved those arrows.

They saved a lot of hassle.

The girl stuttered, obviously shocked that the arrow wasn't harmful, and instead had captured her. She looked utterly disappointed and angry that she hadn't won. Barry smiled as he went over next to her; one hand on his opposite arm. She struggled against the ropes, but nothing happened.

Those were Cisco's new 'edition' of ropes; they dampened meta-humans abilities to the point of them being useless. Courtesy of the most recent team-up of Team Arrow and Team Flash.

After the first couple of weeks, Felicity and Diggle were sent back to Star City by Oliver, since he himself couldn't go back, somebody still needed to watch over the city; as Thea couldn't do it by herself anymore.

"You won't get away with this, you know! The rest of my team will break me out!" She claimed, and Barry nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure. But how will they do so without their leader?" Barry questioned, and the girl glared at him. He didn't usually boast like this, but it just felt so darn good to apprehend the cause of this whole group.

Maybe now they could actually capture the rest of the team and put an end to this nonsense. Oliver came up beside him, before escorting the girl to the back of the van where the others were. When Oliver returned, it was to a grimacing Barry who was currently clutching his right arm.

"Hey, you okay?" Oliver questioned; voice deep from his modifier. Barry inhaled a sharp breath and nodded harshly,

"Yeah. Yeah, no I-I'm fine. Just got stabbed by one of those stupid dagger things." Barry said, the pain evident in his voice, because dang, did those things hurt. Oliver carefully moved his overly bloody hand away, and inspected the wound for himself.

Barry bit his lip and winced as his hand was taken away, jostling the wound. And also, because it seemed that when he had his hand on it with pressure, the pain seemed to be lessened to a certain degree.

"That's bad, Flash. We need to get you back to Star Labs." Oliver claimed and Barry nodded.

"It's not that bad. Nothing a little bit of time wouldn't heal. It's already closing up. See? The pain has already lessened to a dull sting," Barry lied, but the grimace in his voice gave him away. Oliver sighed and shook his head.

"You go on and I'll meet you there, okay?" Oliver said and Barry nodded sharply, wincing as the pain continued to throb, but was grateful that it had lessened some. He watched and made sure that Oliver could get the vehicle running and had everything under control, before he decided to speed over to Star Labs.

He felt a weird sensation in the area around his arm, but blamed it on the pain to be causing 'hallucinations'.

He opened the door to Star Labs and sped down the corridor, coming to a stop in the middle of Star Labs. Papers flew through the air and Caitlin instinctively grabbed at them, even though she wouldn't ever catch them

"I'm never going to get used to that," She muttered under her breath, and looked up at Barry. But the look of annoyance on her face quickly turned to worry as she spotted Barry clutching onto his right arm. "Barry!" She exclaimed as she ran over to him. "You're bleeding. A lot,"

"It's not that bad, I've had worse. Besides, it's not like it's-" He winced. "Life-threatening or anything." He said and she sighed as she gently moved his hand away and he hissed slightly in pain.

"Just because it's not life-threatening, doesn't mean that it's not damaging or dangerous. This could have broken some very important nerves and if you were a normal human, it could paralyze your right hand," She stated.

"Yeah, but, I mean, I'm not a normal human, so it's fine." He said and started to walk away but she grabbed his other arm.

"Oh, no, you are not getting away that easily. Come with me, so I can get a closer look at it and bandage it up." He sighed and grudgingly went with her. Cisco just watched with amusement from the computers; happily sucking on a lollipop. Barry sat down on the bed, and Caitlin gently shoved him into a lying position, when he had claimed that he could sit up during it.

"Mother hen, much?" He muttered under his breath and Cisco laughed.

"You should really know that by now, man." He said before typing on the computer. Barry sighed and Caitlin started doing a blood test, because as she had claimed; 'you never know if there's poison on the dagger or not,'. She then grabbed the peroxide, and Barry clenched his jaw and fist, preparing himself for what she was about to do.

"Ready?" She asked and he nodded, and suddenly felt a tremendous amount of pain burning in his forearm; surprising him just a bit, because he wasn't sure that it could get much worse. He glanced down at the fizzing, and grimaced at the disgusting sight of it.

"Okay, that's just gross." Cisco said and Barry sent a glare in his direction; or at least what he had hoped was his direction, as he was having difficulty seeing right now due to the pain. He felt her start using some clean rags to clean the wound, before she started to stitch it and then bandage it.

"Sorry," Cisco held his hands up a gesture in front of him. "Just saying," He mumbled before going back to his work on the computers. Suddenly the doors to the room opened and Cisco jumped, earning a questioning look from Barry, to which he just returned with a shrug. Barry sighed and focused his attention Oliver, who had just returned from locking up their prisoners.

"Is Barry okay?" Oliver asked and Barry guffawed.

"Really, people? It's not like this is going to kill me!" He said, but everyone ignored him.

"Well, I've cleaned it and stitched it up, so now I'm just going to bandage it. I'm going to check over a blood test that I took of his, to make sure that the knife that he was stabbed with, isn't infecting his system or something." Caitlin explained and Oliver nodded.

"Yeah, you might have to give him a tetanus shot," Cisco added, and Barry scoffed.

"Really, guys? I'm right here. It is my stab wounds, so feel free to include me in whatever the heck this conversation is," He ground out, wincing as he moved his arm and aggravated the wound.

Caitlin sighed and fixed the bandages that he had just messed up, causing him to have to stay longer. "Caitlin, it's basically healed by now, it doesn't need bandaging." He said and she shook her head.

"Every deep wound needs a bandage, because the outside will heal faster than the inside, and once it is healed over, that doesn't mean that the inside has healed yet. And you could aggravate the wound, thus causing the exterior to re-break, and bleed again." She explained. "Now get some rest so that it'll heal faster," She commanded and he sighed.

"Fine," He muttered as she left. Oliver walked over to Cisco, and started talking about the still missing meta-humans of the group 'The Destroyers', and how they could find them.

Or if there were any way they could draw them out.

Barry fidgeted, finding it nearly impossible to sleep after the mission; he never could fall asleep after a fight, the adrenaline was always too strong in his veins. After about a half hour, he was finally about to sleep, when Caitlin yelling at him jolted him out of his resting.

"Barry!" She shouted as she ran into the room and he jumped out of the bed out of reflex, instantly regretting it when his vision blurred. He winced as he grabbed onto the bed to not fall over, and then sat back down on the bed. He rubbed at his temple to ward off the oncoming headache.

"Sheez, Caitlin. I thought that you wanted me to rest," He said, shaking his head slightly and blinking a few times to clear his vision. When he looked up at her, she wore a look of extreme worry on her face. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"You didn't fall asleep did you?" She asked cautiously and he frowned.

"No, not yet. Why?" She sighed in relief.

"Thank God." She breathed out as she held the clipboard against her in relief. "Barry," She began. "I was checking over the blood test that I took of yours, and found a very interesting substance that was duplicating itself in your bloodstream from the knife. You see, the dagger that you were stabbed with, possessed a poison like substance that latches onto your blood cells and duplicates itself."

"Once it becomes strong enough, it will start shutting down your organs, and literally start tearing apart the inside of your veins." She said, and his mouth fell open in shock. "However, it can only do so, if you fall asleep. It's potency is only strong enough when your body is asleep, as your body can't fight it off as well." She explained.

"But since my metabolism is faster than others, it should fight it off, right?" He asked and she sighed.

"It was specifically designed for meta-humans. However, since your metabolism is significantly faster than others, even meta-humans, it should run it's course in about seventy two hours. Until then," She was saying.

"I can't fall asleep."

"Exactly." She stated and he sighed as he rubbed a hand over the back of neck.

"Okay, I could probably do that." He said, and Caitlin started speaking again.

"You're going to need to be under watch until that times up, and since I'll be busy seeing if I can find an antidote for the poison, I won't be able to do it. And Cisco can't stay up that long-" Cisco pulled a face at the remark that basically meant; 'really?'. "So, that means that Olive would have to. Would that be okay?" She questioned and Oliver nodded.

"Yeah, sure. I can keep an eye on him for that long." Caitlin smiled and sighed with relief.

"Good. We can do this; just make sure that he does not, and I repeat, does not fall asleep. Otherwise, he'll die within ten minutes, okay?" She said and Barry swallowed hard.

This was going to be a long seventy two hours.


Oliver cursed again as he lost yet another game of ping pong. Barry wasn't even using his super-speed, yet Oliver lost every single time. Oliver sighed as placed his racket on the table.

"Ya' know, how about we play something that doesn't waste our energy as much," Oliver stated and Barry laughed. Since Barry's arm had healed for the most part, they had decided to play some games in order to keep him distracted, and alert. So they had both agreed on ping pong. But now, since Oliver had already lost six games to him, he was really starting to regret that decision.

"Sure. You pick," Barry said as they both started to put away the ping pong table.

"Okay...how about chess?" Oliver questioned and Barry paused, a grin working it's way onto his face as he remembered how close he had come to beating Dr. Wells; a champion chess player.

"How do you feel about cards?"


Ta-da! Chapter one is officially up! :D This'll probably just be three chapters long...I don't know. Please drop a review on your way out and tell me what you think! ;)