Hey guys! Welcome to a new story. Of course credit goes where credit is needed. I don't own The Flash or anything related to The Flash. I also don't own Arrow or anything related to Arrow. But I do own my O.C(s).
So I hope you like it. Sit back...relax...and enjoy the read-cupcakekiller12

Ok…my name is Samantha Park-most people call me Sam or Sammie-I used to be normal like you-had a good life-nice friends-great job that I actually enjoyed to go to…but I'm getting ahead of myself first we have to begin where it all started…

An unfortunate disaster,

ZZZZZZZZ

I was awoken by loud police sirens and zooming engines of the ambulances rushing to the scene. Drowsily I sat up and rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes, what is going on? I didn't think that the police come out this late.

The sound didn't fade away like it always did, it continued blaring in my ears-geez don't they know some people are trying sleep?

Curiosity took over my tired body as my feet found my fuzzy bunny slippers; I found my way to the single window in my bedroom where the sound was coming from.

What I saw-I almost couldn't comprehend…it was the Allen's house…what happened at the Allen's house? I-it can be bad can it?

Looking back at my door a part of me wanted to go see how awful it was, another told me to just go back to bed and pretend that this never happened…but I knew I couldn't. I had to go and figure out what occurred down.

For moral support I brother my sock monkey, Moro, he's always there for me. Through thick and through thin, nothing could replace him.

Quietly I tiptoed out of my room and down the oak stairs, if mom and dad caught me I'd be grounded for life. Not to mention they'd lock my door from the outside.

The police officers muted their sirens after a few minutes, but the sound still seemed to echo in my ears. Like as if it were bouncing off the sides of my skull infinitely-never to end.

My legs had a mind of their own as I walked to the yellow caution tape. A black shiny bag laid before me, a mourning boy knelt down next to still in shock. His hands shaking as clear tears rolled down his face, "M-mom…"
Barry…

No police officer stopped me, so I continued going as I clutched Moro for dear life. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see, and I couldn't do anything to make it better. Everything seemed to happen in a blur that night I heard a lot of voices, a lot of crying and yelling. All I really remember was waking up the next morning-hoping that it was just a dream-a nightmare-but looking out the window I felt my heart drop into my stomach-the crime tape was still there and the forensic people were now there investigating…

…he must be devastated…oh if only there was something that I could do.

Wait a minute…

Time skippdy…

Walking back from school I saw a boy with dark brown hair combed to the side, his face was solemn and darkened, his baby blue eyes carried a certain sadness, he looked down at feet taking each step slowly and precisely, that must be Barry. We weren't very close, sure we lived across the street from each other-but we never talked-I'd walk on the other side of the street from him. Back before his mom died, I never really bothered to get to know him…but now-I just need to. I need to get to know him-I want to be around him. He just seems so down-he just needs a little pick me up you know?
Speeding up my pace I found my way right next to him. Barry didn't even notice my presence, his gaze was locked on the ground, so I guess I have to break the ice, "Hey,"
As if a switch were triggered the boy looked at me, but then broke our eye lock, "Hi,"
"What's up?" I wondered never looking away. I studied his face, and the sadness in his physically features.

Barry shrugged but gave no reply as he stared at the boring dull white color of the sidewalk, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Again his mourning eyes met mine but yet again no words were said.

"Come on Barry," I cooed as I bumped into him playfully, in doing so the strap of his backpack fell loose and without even scorning me he placed it back on his shoulder.

"I heard about your dad." I informed and at those words his whole body went stiff and he finally replied to me.

"He didn't do it!" Barry stated with tone full of conviction, "He didn't kill her! A guy in lighting did it! But they won't believe me! Nobody believes me…"
"I do," I informed.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me and cocked his head, "Y-you do?"
"Of course," I assured with a smile, "That's what friends are for,"
"We're friends," the blue eyed child repeated confused.

I nodded, "Why wouldn't we be?"
"I-I don't even know your name…" he confessed as scratched his head.

Sticking out my hand I stated my answer, "Sammie Park,"
Hesitantly Barry shook it, and looked to our left-his look went from calm to annoyed but yet fear marked his delicate face, "Here they come…"
I chuckled and grasped his warm comforting hand, "Then I guess we better run fast then."

Ever since that moment I've been running, I've been racing to keep up with Barry. I've been sprinting to keep up with his pace. And it seems…the race to keep up with Barry will never stop-because I'll always be chasing him…from now till the end of time.
Present

I stared at my dress choices that were neatly placed all on my made bed.

There's the summer peach dress that I wore a few days ago-so that's out.
Then there is the knee length floral patterned skirt, the background color was brown-I found it very flirty and comfortable. With it I pared black legging that go to my ankle and with that I wear my black and white converse that I bought last week. The shirt is mainly white but the long sleeves are black.
Finally there is a white button up dress shirt with a long sleeved navy blue sweater. I could wear black skinny jeans with those and nice shiny black boots-but that's too Barry-he'd notice that. I don't want to be too flirty and I don't want it to look like I was copying him. I just want him to look at me-I want him to look at me the way I look at him.
Oh what should I do?
What will make him look at me-but not look at me weirdly?

After contemplating a series of options I finally chose the second choice…now for make up.

I won't even say how long that took-but after many wasted minutes-I finally was ready for. I was ready to see Barry-I was ready to go to work.

ZZZZZ

I earned all the eyes of the police crew, but those weren't the eyes I was hoping for-I honestly didn't care what they were looking at, my boobs or my butt, their attention didn't even faze me. There was only one man's opinion that I care about-only one person can make me insecure. Only one person that I've ever met makes me do crazy stupid things for love…

"Sammie," one of the officers greeted.

"Bert," I acknowledged.

Running up the wooden stairs I entered a warehouse type of environment, glass test tubes and lab equipment filled with various colored liquids filled the shelves that took up some of the empty space. Most of them didn't even have names-they were just placed there and we haven't had the time to come back to them. Right us…

Looking over at the computer station a young man sat their, his dark brown hair combed over, showing off his beautiful crystal blue eyes. He wears neat formal clothing that made him look official-yet timeless and handsome. Those azure eyes found my gaze and a perfect white smile shined, "Hey Sammie,"
His words made me melt, his soft, calm, kind stature made my walls crumble down. His amazing personality just made me got into a trance. Every where he goes the sun shines, my hope and foolish dreams follow. Truth be told he is the highlight of my day, he makes me smile and laugh, he's just…perfect.

"Hey Barry," I replied as my heart fluttered just looking at him.

Placing my purse down on the other side of the desk I steal a look at his perfectly sculpted face, I must've been doing that for a little while because Barry looked at me, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah-why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged, "What case did you get this time?"
"Bank robbery," he replied in an interested tone, "Right now I am tracking manure,"

"Manure," I repeated back, "Need help with that?"
"Nope," Barry instantly replied as he tapped a key.

Shrugging it off, I started my music and got lost in the sound.

ZZZZZZ

"So are you coming to S.T.A.R. labs with me and Iris?" Barry wondered.

Iris, the name sent venomous jealousy through me. She is the woman Barry is in love with. The way he looks at her so dreamily and adoringly, he's been in love with her for as long as I can remember…but she doesn't love him the way he does. Iris looks at him like a brother, she thinks of him as a close friend-but nothing more then that. I wish he could see it-I wish he could see me. I wish he could look at me with eyes he looks at her with. I wish and wish… but it never comes true.

"Na," I replied, "I kind of like to put some distance in between me and a potentially dangerous or deadly object."
He chuckled, "Ok, see you later."
"See yah,"

When he left the whole room felt lifeless and boring, it was meaningless and dull. Without Barry I didn't want to be here. He's so lively and smart-he makes the most boring case seem interesting. Is it bad I already miss him?
Sitting there I stared at my computer screen which was filled with files and an endless pit of crime scene photos that could make any other job seem great. This is what I live for-murder and crime. I live to solve to the mysteries that killers leave behind. I piece together the puzzle that is left for me, and the only reason why I do it is because I made a promise to my friend I'd follow him every step of the way.

I'm not saying I haven't had fun-and I'm not saying that this job isn't enjoyable-in fact I love this job. I love solving cases, I love finding redemption for people who can do it themselves-it's rewarding seeing the smiles of the parents who can finally put their child's killer away for good.

But I'm going to be honest-I wouldn't have chosen this as my first profession. Maybe teaching or something with computers-something to keep me entertained.

The one thing I've learned from being here though is patience-rushing things only makes everything worse. I learned that the hard way on one of my first cases-I thought I could have everything done fast and easy-but thanks to my newbie mistakes-the case took a month to complete and three more innocent kids died. Now I know better though and I get killers off the streets and get the answer that all people want…why were they killed?
Anyway, I don't know how long I sat there just plugging in numbers and searching for places that would hopefully help with the investigations I am working on.

It was at the moment I heard steps coming up from the staircase, are they back already? I didn't think that the particle accelerator came on that fast. Machinery that complex has to come on gradually and very, very carefully. Having it go on all at once will end in a catastrophic event, I can't imagine what would happen if that went wrong. Can you think of how many people will be killed-how many people will be injured-oh lets just hope and pray it won't go south.

A depressed sigh echoed in the room as the small T.V was turned on beside me, "I have just received word that the particle accelerator has just gone array. The officials are trying to shut it down-but it seems that all efforts on attempting to turn off the machine are failing."
God damn it

The storm must've gotten to it-oh why can't scientist ever listen to reason? Why can't they just ever look outside and say 'oh today looks bad to set off a particle accelerator."
Looking over I saw Barry-wide eyed at the news given to him, I was a baffled as he was. We both expected the particle accelerator to succeeded, I was just joking about it being dangerous-even though it sorta is. The only reason why I didn't go is because Iris was there and to be honest I don't want to see Barry making those googly eyes are her.

"That's not good," I muttered to myself as I stood up.

The rain pounded on the flimsy glass above us, that isn't going to stay up there for very long.

Without even consulting each other Barry and I headed over to where the long chain was, at first we both pulled together on the heavy load but then-the impossible happened.

All the multicolored liquids started floating; they engulfed the air-levitating before us. The sight was mystifying, so this is what Barry talked about. The day his mother died-this happened. It's true-it's all true. Something did happen on that night-something unexplainable. Something not even science can explain. We both stood there frozen as our eyes were glued to the floating liquids.

Then without warning the glass broke, I covered my eyes as sharp glass points and cold ice water poured down onto us. I thought that, that was that…but I was wrong.

A bright white flash blinded me, it came down struck us both, the sensation was like electricity-I could feel it running through my veins like horses let out to race. I could feel the pain like fire had engulfed my whole body. My mind slowed down, I no longer had control of my own body. My arms my legs, everything was frozen ice solid. Barry and I fell together and as I feel I felt the light from the room disappear, as my thoughts drifted from me and I was set afloat into a never ending darkness.

OOOOOO

The first thing I remember feeling is a thin blanket placed halfway across my body, I feel a rubber tube on my face pouring in thick air forcing me to breath it in. The whole world is blurry; it's just a blob of many colors. There are feint distant sounds that I can barely hear, maybe its music? Maybe it's someone talking? I can't tell…it sounds familiar…yet I can't place a finger on it.

After blinking away my blindness I could see the world for what it truly is…and then as is a switch were trigger everything came back at once. All in a flash-I can move, I can think clearly, I can hear and see everything like as if it were on T.V. Quickly I ripping off the clear tube I sat up trying to figure out where I was.

I don't know where I am. I don't how I got here. Who brought me here? Why am I here? This doesn't look like a hospital I know. Where is Barry? Where are my mom and dad? Where are all the doctors? Where the hell am I?

Taking a quick look around I found a long mirror which reflected anything in it's path. At first I didn't even recognize myself; I saw my head on someone else's body. My long black hair cascaded down to my shoulders as navy blue eyes stood out because of my fair skin.

Instead of my normal, just skinny, no muscle what-so-ever self; I saw a woman who looked like she had worked out for years. I saw a body of a woman who lives and breathes fit. I saw someone who if-she wanted to-could run a superman without even breaking a sweat. That's not me-not saying I don't like it-it's just that-I don't remember getting this fit or muscular. I don't remember how I got here or why I am here. It's all so...fuzzy.

Thankfully the people who took me here have some decency, I was in a comfortable purple sports bra and baggy grey sweat pants...which makes me wonder-how long have I been here?

Walking to the door it opened automatically and this is where curiosity killed the cat.

The whole place was humongous and breath taking, if my mouth could-it would hit the floor. This whole place is amazing-I don't think I've ever been anywhere this cool before. Wow…just wow…

"So you're awake," a cool voice said behind me, "Hello Samantha,"
Turning around I saw a man in a wheel chair, he had the curious light blue eyes of a scientist. His black hair was spiked up and off of his face. The man wore a long sleeved black shirt that fitted his body pretty well…but I wonder how he got to be in that chair?

"I'm Harrison Wells," he informed.

"Oh you're that S.T.A.R labs guy," I figured out, "How did that particle accelerator go?"
Wells gave a sigh and avoided my gaze for a few seconds but then made eye contact with me, "It went to plan for about 45 minutes and then it all went wrong."
I chuckled, "Doesn't it always?"
"It seems so…and it's the reason you're here today." Harrison informed with a slight reassuring smile on his face, "You've missed a lot."
"Eh," I shrugged, "Couldn't have missed much,"

Walking to another door it slid open for us with ease to reveal a half naked man sitting on a hospital bed being examined by two curios scientists. One was a man; he had medium length black hair which went down to his neck. He wore casual clothing, a plaid shirt and jeans.
"You should sit down," he said.
"How long have I been here?" Barry wondered.

"9 months," Wells replied and they all looked back at us, "Welcome back Mr. Allen."
Barry's expression softened when he saw me and he gave me a small smile and a wave. I returned the action as my heart picked up it's pace as I saw my crush's bare chest. Wow…he looks amazing. Even hotter then the last time I saw him, without even thinking I went to hug him. I guess he had the same intention.

I could feel his heart beating, its speeding, Barry's warmth radiated onto me. His now strong arms held me place. We stood there for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"So anyone care to explain?" I wondered.

OOOOO
Long story short, I was struck by lightning and fell into a coma for nine months. I was at S.T.A.R labs, and all those people were Doctors-well except one of them-one of them was an engineer. Cisco-so far the only person I can think and not shudder.

I don't like doctors, not because of needles or not liking to going under aesthesia-I just…it's like…it's hard to explain. Something happened when I was kid-it's made me scared of any doctor since. Call irrational if you want-I can't stand to be near them. They scare me even though they don't even try; just the thought of having to be alone with them terrifies me.

Mom and dad tried to put me through therapy to try and help me with it-but it didn't work. Trying to recall the memory was even worse then being in a hospital. So eventually after lots and lots of money my parents just gave up. Barry knows about my fear, and even though not even he can wrap his brain around it-he doesn't question it.

"I'm sure you'll warm up to them." He assured, "It'll just take a little time."
"Don't pin your hopes on it," I replied as we walked to the café that Iris-Barry's crush-worked.

She was turned around talking to a customer completely oblivious to our presence. Oh was she in for a surprise. Barry is going to melt in her arms and it's going to be a happy family reunion. Geez why don't you let me go to the bathroom and barf while you're at it…

…but I digress-this is a happy moment I should at least be happy for Barry's sake.

When Iris caught sight of us it looked like her heart stopped. She was lost in thought for a moment but then came back to reality and ran towards Barry, "Oh my God,"
Gritting my teeth I looked away as anger and jealousy ran through my veins. Please don't hug me, please don't hug me please don't-

Long, soft, warm arms wrapped around me as I cursed in my mind-but instead of pushing for away for Barry's sake I hugged back gently. Surprisingly Iris's embrace was comforting and friendly. I haven't felt this welcomed for anyone besides Barry…maybe she isn't as bad as I thought she was. Maybe I could find a liking towards her?
Iris pulled away and looked at Barry, "You're awake-why didn't S.T.A.R labs call us?"
"We just woke up." Barry replied as he looks at me with a huge smile on his face.

"You just woke up?" Iris repeated leaving me irrelevant, "Are you sure you should be walking around-"

"I'm fine," Barry assured as he wrapped his arm around my back, "We're fine,"
"I watched you die Barry." The young repeated, "I saw you die-your heart kept stopping."

"Well it's beating now," he point out as he took her head and pressed it to his chest.

Oh god-ok right now I only take back half of the bad things I said about Iris-she still has to earn the right to make the other half go away.

Again I looked away and held my tongue, taking a deep breath in an attempted to calm myself. I shouldn't be angered by this little act-Iris is Barry's sister-in-law…kinda. She grew up with him-she had a right to be worried about him-I just wish it wasn't in such a physical way…oh why should I care? Barry likes her better anyway.

At that moment I saw something impossible happen, the whole world slowed down, everyone was barely even moving-they actions didn't even looking like they were happening. A waitress that was falling looked like she wasn't even moving-what the hell-what the hell is happening? Why am only I being normal paced? Why is everyone so slow? As soon as it happened the moment ended and everything was…ordinary…

Confused-yes-scared-no-is my mind blown-is there a wrong answer to that question?
Barry and I made eye contact-did he experience the same thing I did? Oh god what the hell is happening to me? I couldn't make sense of what was happening-no science I knew could help me figure out this enigma-all I could do is lie my way out of it.

"I'm going to go call my parents-call me if anything happens." I ordered.

Without another word I left, it's time to test my new abilities

OOOOO

The whole world blurred around me, the rodes the cars, the people, even the day and white puffy clouds blurred into one mass. I wonder if anyone noticed me-I bet all they could feel was a sudden gust of wind or see a blur of color past them. It's amazing really just to see a whole city pass by you in a blink of an eye.

This is great and all…but how do I stop exactly? Where are the breaks on this thing?
Stop-

Break-

Pause-

Oh crap…

Ok I guess it's time to put on the air bags.

Taking a turn I think…I hope…it was an abandoned.
My speed was too great and the door only took away a fraction of the momentum, and I was still going. My feet continued to run but then-thankfully-I ran into a concrete wall. I hit it with a smack and…oh god did it hurt. I think I may have a concussion-and several broken bones-and probably some brain damage. And I think I'll have to buy some new shoes, these are pretty worn down.

After just laying on the cold floor for a few minutes I was ready to get up. Standing up pain shot through my body, all the blood that went to my head was now making me dizzy and preventing me seeing my surroundings. My skull throbbed while I clutched my hurting arm. Regaining my sight I saw that I was in an abandoned warehouse, it was mainly empty-just some tables and chairs covered in a white fabric. I was about to just about to shrug off the meaningless of this place…but something-in the corner of my eye-there's a door-a staircase-a staircase that shouldn't be there.

And let's just say curiosity got the best of me-against my better judgment I went to it. Pain engulfed me every step. I should stop and go home-I should go back and call my parents and tell them I'm ok…but I won't.

Pushing the door open I encountered a world I never thought I'd see. Inside there were various different weapons, there were expensive looking bows. An endless arsenal of bows…very sharp, deadly bows, there were also some costly looking guns, ammunition, and training equipment. They were all shown off in display cases lit from the bottom-all of them are beautifully made. Who ever has this hide out must have pretty deep pockets. Besides the weapons there were also computers, I guess this isn't just one guy-by the looks of this main base type place; this has to be a team…but a team of what?

Lost in my own thoughts I examined the weapons-but did not touch the bows. I learned that unspoken rule a long time ago-don't touch things that aren't yours…but I can still admire from close up. These bows were amazing-I used to take lessons when I was a kid-stopped once I hit college. I can say I'm good shot-but who ever uses these-they're the best of the best of the best, nobody I know has any thing near as good as these.

Then I heard something wiz by my ear and slam into the wall in front of me, I froze.

Looking at it I saw an arrow, a green arrow. It plunged itself into the grey wall, uncaring about its target.

Looks like somebody is home,

A deep voice gave me a command, "Put your hands up and don't turn around."
Obediently I did slowly and precisely, not wanting to make any sudden movement, I stood up straight and looked forward-pushing away any curiosity of the people behind me. These people probably thought I was an intruder-or a robber. I'm kinda an intruder, I came in here without permission-but I didn't take anything. So I can sort of tell why they are on high alert.

"Tell us who you are," the distorted voice ordered.

"I'm Samantha Park," I informed, "Forensic examiner for the CCPD."
"How did you find this place?" It demanded, "Who told you about it?"
I shrugged, "No one, I kinda just stumbled upon it."
More like I crashed into it,

"That's a lie," it stated.

"It's not a lie," I replied, "Really I just stumbled upon it,"

Looking at the bow I chuckled, "Beautiful bows though, I used to shoot-but then life got in the way."
You know what-fuck it-if they wanted to kill me. They would have done it already. Upon turning around I saw only one face that was familiar. He had short brown hair and lovely ocean blue eyes. A partial beard appeared on his face as he wore casual clothing, a red plaid shirt and dark jeans. He looked handsome and dashing…and his name is Oliver Queen.

I heard about him on the news, he went missing for 5 years. Everybody thought he was dead, his whole family-I think they even pronounced him dead and put a grave stone up and didn't bury the body-because there wasn't one to bury.

Next to him there is another man, close to my age. He bares Oliver's physical appearance, dark brown hair-and beautiful, enchanting indigo eyes. The man also was in a defensive stance, not taking his eyes off me and just waiting for the command to take me out,

"Oh, so rich boy and pretty boy," I shrugged, "Should've known."
"Who told you of this location?" Oliver repeated in a threatening tone.

"Oh for Christ sake-again-nobody," I pointed out, "I ran here-how was I supposed to know it was a secret base?"
Putting my hands down I looked at Oliver, "Put the bow down-do I look like a killer to you?"

"Not all murderers look like killers." He pointed out as he increased the tension on his bow.

"Point taken," I admitted, "But seriously-it was a complete accident coming here-just let me go and I won't breathe a word."
"How can we trust you?"
I shrugged, "You can't, you just have to hope and pray I'll do the right thing."
Blind trust, that's what most people have. The blindly trust the people around to, we all blindly trust each other. I sometimes let the people around me lead me to the right option-because I don't know which one to choose. Sometimes you have to let the people in your life choose for you. If you don't-then-life gets hard…because making all the choices in your life in impossible, other guide you, shape you, and carry you along through the hardship you face…and that all comes form blind trust.

But no one let their guard down; both of them were as stiff as a tree, and I sighed, "Great, I guess the hard way it is-see you guys around I guess. Oh and pretty boy-catch me if you can."
Without even trying I ran into a super speed only I could achieve. This is what makes me feel free-I forget the world…and I all I have to do is run.

ZZZZZ

Arriving at my house I pushed the white door in, I'm finally home. The place is slightly covered in a thin layer of dust, it feels like just like yesterday I had left here and went to work-I feels like I just had a late night and was coming home to sleep for a few hours…but it'd been months. I hadn't been at my house for nine months.

Nine months…

The reality suddenly hit me-I had been gone for almost a year-it almost doesn't seem possible.

How could I have been gone for so long and not remember it?
Heading over to my couch I plopped down lazily, in doing so a cloud of dust entered the air. Right…nine months…nine months…I have some cleaning to do.

Broom, pledge, vacuum…lets get this started I guess. I can use my super speed to get this down really quickly-but I can't control it-I don't want to have to fix a whole wall because I had to use it has a brake. So I guess it's the old fashioned way for now…

This may sound a bit stupid-but whenever I start cleaning I pretend I'm Cinderella. That this boring life that I have is soon to be over and I'll find my prince some where in the night. I sweep and hum a song that I've always known, I pretend that tomorrow I will find my true love and we'll get married, have a few kids. We'll have the perfect life and we'll always love each other through thick and thin. Sometimes I almost trick myself into believing that…but I know that it's never as easy as bippty boppity boo.

Soon I was done with cleaning the apartment, it didn't take that long, it's only like 5 rooms, it's not like a mansion of anything…now it is time to un-dust the furniture and wash some dust ridden cloths. God I wish mom was here, she'd be the multi-tasking person who would be folding, cleaning, talking, and making tomato soup and a grilled cheese. I'll call her tomorrow, knowing my mother she'll catch the next plane and make my life miserable.

Deep in laundry I heard a knock at the door-a demanding, hard, knock that could get anybody up from a deep sleep. Rushing to go answer it I stumbled on a few piles of cloths on the floor, "Coming-hold on a whoa-ment,"
Sliding the silver chain lock across white door I opened entrance to find Cisco, the engineer. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. He looked at me with happy brown eyes and nice white smile, "Hey Sammie."
"Cisco," I questioned, "Hello,"
"You need to come to S.T.A.R labs." He informed, "Like right now."

"Um," I started as tried to come up with an excuse to not go…but to be honest lying to doctors never ends well, "Fine,"
OOOOOO

Many people hate S.T.A.R labs and I can't really blame them. The scientists unintentionally lied; they said everything was going to be safe. The particle accelerator was going to come online and it would launch us into the future. When things started to go wrong-they tried to fix it…and they failed. Peopled died, many more were injured-and unfortunately people don't forget very easily.

I can speak from experience…it's harder to forget then it is to forgive.

"Ah," Doctor Wells said as he caught site of me, "Samantha-nice of you to join us."

"Nice to see you Doctor Wells," I acknowledged.

My heart began to race, as a small wave of panic and terror started to wash over me. A little voice in my head screamed at me to run away and don't look back. It told me escape and don't look back. It screamed and shouted at me to leave, ordering me around like as if I were a helpless child. So I ignored it like as if I were listening to an adult. Pretending as if it were just music in the background-fading away, I willed it to go away. Go away, that's what I told it, go away. And soon it did, it faded away to a sound like rain droplets coming down on a roof lulling me to sleep.

"Where's Barry," I wondered as I strained to keep the frightened tone unnoticeable.

"He's at work," Doctor Snow informed, "We already ran the tests we needed from him-we just need to run them on you."
"Oh yay," I said unenthusiastically, "Tests-it's what I live for."
Sitting down I sat up straight and placed my hands in my lap and waiting for Doctor Snow's instruction and zoned out to avoid having a panic attack. It's hard not to flinch away when her hands touch my body. Just endure it Sammie, I thought to myself to try and calm to down, she'll be done in a few minutes.

Run…have to run…please I have to get away, the other half of me begged, it isn't safe here. It isn't safe.

Finally Doctor Snow went to go face her computer to put it some results or something I don't know.

"You alright Samantha," Doctor Wells wondered catching my uneasiness.

No, no I'm not alright. Does it look like I am alright? Does it look like I want to be here? Can't you see I am terrified? Can't you see that I am this close from going into a panic attack?!
But…

I shrugged, "Fine, I guess,"

My tone was very monotone, uncaring, and robotic. It showed my fear and nervousness more so then my action. Each word was short and silent or long and unsure. There was no assuring pitch or confident swag. I was terrified…and hiding it wasn't very easy.

A small chuckle came from him, "You're scared of doctors."
"That obvious huh," I assumed.

"No," he replied, "Barry warned us that you may not be very open to the idea of coming back to S.T.A.R labs."

That's a nice way of putting it I guess…but my fear isn't as bad as it was when I was a kid. I couldn't even go past a hospital without going into a panic attack. I couldn't sign up to do any sports because I refused to have a physical done. I had to be home schooled for a year or so because I didn't want get shots done by the doctors. The very word doctor terrified me, and it still sends a shiver down my spin and makes my hands go all clammy…but now I control it. It doesn't control me. I tell myself what to do-my fear isn't a handicap. Even if it still makes me second guess myself-I will not succumb to it. I will not let it take me.

"I know it'll take a little while getting to," Harrison stated, "But I'm sure you'll get used to us."
I gave a small chuckle and shrug. As much as I wanted to believe him-I couldn't. My fear will never go away. It'll follow me like a shadow during the day and the moon in the night-always to scare me without warning. It's something I'll never get over…it's only another voice I'll have to ignore until it shouts to loud to be over looked.

OOOOO
It isn't until I am halfway home that I can relax and stop looking over my shoulder. It's not till then I can breathe deeply and not in short shallow breaths. It's then I can be fully assured that I am not in danger. Its then that the voice in my seized to yell and scream at me to run away, it's then I can walk a little lighters…I can jog…I can run.

While running my thoughts cleared, the clouds in my head turned to open blue skies. Everything was crystal clear and crisp. My mind was no longer sluggish from being around the doctors-it was now running fast-almost as fast as my legs were moving. It processed the world around me-letting me see the slow world walk past. It feels amazing; it feels like I can do anything. The impossible is no longer out of reach-it is now in my grasp-it is with me.

What is the use of walking-when you can run? What's the use of running when you can sprint? What's the use of sprinting when you can run faster then the speed of sound?

This is what I was born to do. This is what I was destined to become. This is what I needed to become. The feeling of rich and pure energy surged through me as I run seeming endlessly

Then as if unintentionally-I stopped, I didn't know why-but I just had a feeling. You know that one where something is going to happen and it's most likely not good thing.

I stopped outside of a warehouse type building. The outside almost blended into the night-it warned me not to go in. It told me-to ignore everything and go home-but again-who said I had to listen?
Silently I found my way inside; each room I checked seemed to be empty. Some wall designs were up on the walls, several photos; shiny metal tables appeared in each room though. Not too sure what to think about that, better not ask questions-I don't want to know who or really what is going on here.

I have an inkling that it's not a good thing.

In this building my shoes slapped the ground and made echoing noises that reverberated off the walls alerting everyone of where I was. Even lightly walking on the balls of my feet, there was no denying I was heard.

It was then I heard, "Oh it looks like you pricked yourself."
On high alert I stood as still as a statue next to the door listening in to the conversation, "Everyone has a fear," a man said, "What is yours?"
I heard several punches being swung; I heard sluggish feet move on the concrete floor. They moved slowly and ungracefully. What was going on in here? Drug deal gone bad, drug test, someone stumble in wrong place wrong time? Were they kidnapped and I am listening to someone trying to escape?

Then as if someone was trying to be a hero, another man shouted, "Hey, let him go!"
Series of gunshots set course to a target, they reverberate in my ears leaving me shocked. It took me a few moments to collect my thoughts and restore my alertness. After a few seconds the chaos had disappeared and the sounds of normal life return.

I could hear a body fall to the ground as someone struggled to breathe. Feeling the need to help I rushed in on the scene and what I found…I couldn't believe. A police officer lay on the ground with labored breathing. A man knelt down next to him, increasingly worried, "Call an ambulance-call an ambulance."
"I can get him there faster." I informed.

The masked vigilante looked at me surprised, but then looked back at his…friend-I'm guessing.

"Help him," he ordered.

Without question I knelt down beside him and carefully picked him up, the police officer wasn't as heavy as I thought he was going to be…but it light as a feather I can say that, "Are you sure you can get him there?"
"Faster then any driver can run a red light," I replied and went full speed down and out to the nearest hospital.

OOOOO
The doctors took in the man quickly and automatically dropped any no life threatening cases to go work on him. I stood at the door making sure that the police officer received the medical care he needed. I still don't know his name…but I guess I won't have to considering I'm leaving anyway.

As soon I walked a block from the hospital a wave of nausea hit me. A headache pounded my skull mercilessly, in this condition I had to stop. My shaking hand gripped a brick wall for support as my world began to spin. My mind slowed to the speed of molasses coming out of a bottle. Even my feet no longer worked and my arms became jelly. My center of balance tipped from side to side…before my weariness over took me I saw a red man…a red man hovering over me.

….

I woke up feeling fine, a bit drowsy-but nothing an energy drink can't fix. Sitting up I looked at my surroundings…it's the base I found. Why am I here? Who brought me here?
A womanly voice stated the obvious, "Oh you're awake,"
"The Arrow Cave," she replied as she came towards me. The blonde woman gave me a friendly smile as she stuck out her hand, "I'm Felicity Smoak."

Hesitantly I repeated her actions and began to say my name, "I'm-"
"Samantha Park," Felicity stated, "You're a forensic scientist for the CCPD."
"How did you-"

"Know that," she finished, "I looked you up."
"Ah," I replied, "Hacker…how did I get here?"
'Oh, Roy found you." Felicity informed as she pointed behind me, "He's the one who brought you here."
Turning around I saw handsome young man sitting in a chair unknowingly brooding. He looked surprisingly cute there, just doing nothing, staring into the distance, Roy's blue eyes stood out to me. They're full of emotion and question, they were beautiful and amazing…and a little distracting to.

Roy gave me a small wave and I turned around to see Felicity again, "I-I saw that you woke up from a coma with some one-"

"Barry," I interrupted, "His name is Barry."

The name is like velvet…or silk. I say it smoothly and carefully. Every syllable is crisp and clear and cared for. It's like the name is sacred, almost god like. The end is like the finish on wooden table. It only makes it more admirable.
"Yeah I was just wondering if…if he's alright…"
"As far as I know," I shrugged, "Anyway I have to go, I have a job to get to and some people who get very worried when I don't show up."

Going to the door I continued my statement, "Thanks for saving me and uh-lets hope we don't meet again by the same means."

"Uh, ok-"

ZZZZZZ
Let's just say as soon as my head hit my pillow I passed out into a blissful sleep. All noise around me was muted, my bed was a cloud and my pillow was heaven. It felt so good to finally be in my own bed. It felt like it had been years since I had been in it. My blankets embraced me with a kind warmth that lulled me into a deep sleep.

…but it only felt like minutes once I closed my tired eyes that my annoying alarm clock started beeping.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Oh please just let me go to sleep, please just let me-just five more minutes…please.

Reaching my hand over I attempted to find the snooze button and I failed several times. Once I finally found the flat hidden button I was searching for I opened my heavy eyes.

It's time to get up.

…

When I arrived at station I received a few relieved faces, most of them were the detectives I helped with on their cases.

But it was Detective West that actually gave me a welcome, once he laid eyes on me a sigh of relief escaped him and he gave me a quick hug, "Welcome back Sammie-you gave us all a scare back there."

Stepping back I gave him a smile, "It's nice to be back Detective…where's Detective Chrye?"
He opened his mouth but didn't answer…that was the only response I need. I guess I did miss a lot didn't I? I didn't really want to know what happened-I didn't want to know how he died or when…

Instead I asked, "I'm sad to hear that…hey do you know where-"

"I don't-"

Reaching for my phone I cut him off, "It's ok, I'll just ping his phone….looks like he's heading towards S.T.A.R. labs. I'll catch up with you later Detective."
Leaving I heard Joe's confusion behind me and as soon as I hit the sidewalk…I walked…then went into a light jog, and then-I ran.

…

Walking into S.T.A.R labs that voice that screams at me to run began yelling again. It told me to go away-it said it isn't safe…but I swallowed my fear and went in anyway.

"-we have to go stop him." I heard Barry say.

"Barry," Well's stated, making him stop and turn to look at him, "That's a job for the police."
"I work for the police." Barry pointed out.
"As a forensic assistant-"
"You're responsible for this-for him!"

"What's important is you!" Well's stated loudly, "Not me, I lost everything, my company, my reputation, I lost my freedom and then you broke your arm and it healed in three hours! Barry what's in you can change the world. We can't risk everything just because you want to play hero!"
Oh great here we go again,

"Because you aren't a hero," the doctor said, "You're just a man who was struck by lightning."
The way he said it made me want to slap him. I wanted to curse him into oblivion. I wanted to take him out of his wheelchair and pin him to the ground. Nobody talks to Barry like that. He's fragile, you can't just treat him like he's kid.

When Barry left I let it out, "Don't treat him like a lab rat, he's a person just like you. Sure trying to be a hero isn't the brightest of all ideas-but at least he wants to help…unlike you guys."
Without another word I followed Barry, "For the record, you are the best forensic assistant I've ever had."
ZZZZZZ

Barry refused to talk to me about what he was thinking. He pushed me away like he always does when he's treated this way. It pains me to step away from him though; it's weird when he doesn't let me in. I've been with him since we were 11, and when he just alienates himself like this it kinda worries me…but I'm not his mother-I can't just hover over him waiting for him to make a mistake. I just have to step back and let him do what he wants, he's a grown man. He can make he's own decisions.

Going back to my apartment I contemplated going after him-but that'd be too clingy wouldn't it? It would show I didn't trust him-when I do obviously. I trust Barry with my life-I would die for him. I'd go to the abyss and back. I'd travel Heaven and Hell. I'd move mountains just get him where he needed to go. He's my best friend-and I'd do anything in my power to make sure he gets what he needs.

That is how he got the job as my assistant in the CCPD. I pulled a few strings, used a favor or so and now owe a favor or two.

Thankfully he was already close to one of the detectives, so I didn't have to work too hard to get him in. But he's been a blessing, he's taken half the work load off my shoulder and now I can pay attention to other cases that badly need my help.

Speaking of our job, in the lab there is a pull down map that covers a pin board-which Barry thinks I don't know that he is still looking for his mother's killer. I wish he'd get over it-but look at me, I can't stop looking back at the deaths in my family. And I can't blame him-because I can't do any better.

Answers are what kill us in the end. They are spoken-yet we don't want to listen. The lies we tell to gloss over the truth are sometimes better then the real truth. Because the truth hurts…it hurts and it sticks with you forever. You can ever never escape it…it finds you in the darkest and most vulnerable places and attacks prepared or not.

So telling him to get up and over it would make me a hypocrite right? Not that he knows anything…what-we both can keep our secrets…not that Barry is good at maintaining one. He's terrible at keeping secrets-he's a very talkative person. What can I say-scientists love to talk and sometimes they don't know when to shut up.

ZZZZZZZ

I laid my couch while my T.V nosily continued to play some night time soap that repeated every week. From what I heart there was a love triangle going on between two brothers and a girlfriend I think…or was it that vampire one with the slayer? I don't know-I can barely tell sometimes-I swear half the shows I watch are just repeats of each other. Same storyline, same problem, same character flaws-just different people and actors, I swear-I may have been gone for nine months-but it's good it know that I don't need to catch up on anything.

"Why don't you just tell him?" The girl's friend wondered.

"Because," she stated, "It's not that simple."
"How simple does it need to be for you Kyler?" She asked again, "What's the worst he can say? No?"

"We've been friends for most of our lives and I don't want to mess it up." Kyler stated.

"Then just ad I was dared or just kidding or something." The friend pointed out.

"Addy," Kyler said, "This isn't just some T.V show where we say our lines and then we go home at the end of the day. Its life-I know that Eddie doesn't like me the way I like him. It'll just be weird to know that your best friend fantasizes about kissing you or something."

"Preach it sister,"

Why does my life have to resemble a night time soap? Why am I the one who can't I fall in love with a guy who isn't my best friend? Why is it that every time I look at him I find myself seeing the rest of my life with him? Why is it that when I'm with him-the world isn't around us?

His kind blue eyes make me melt and his pearly white smile sends electricity up my spine. His sacred touch sets aflame to my skin and makes my knees weak. All I want to do is kiss him…just one…just to know how it would feel. Just to know if my feelings for are real…or of they just a figment of my imagination.

Laying on the couch I slowly drifted to sleep, letting the T.V carry me to sleep.

ZZZZZZZ

"Ok that was awesome," Cisco smiled.

"I need to run some tests." Doctor Snow stated as she ran up from her computer.

Barry was in the suit that Cisco, the 'toy maker', made. It's a dark red color with accents of gold and a few blacks. A gold lightning bolt was on his chest and his ears and from what I've over heard-it has a life monitoring system which tells them everything that is going on.

Every thing seemed to be going swell, everyone is celebrating, laughing, having a good time…and doing tests apparently.

In the middle of it Barry Allen stood, smiling and having a blast. For once he was fast-he was the fastest man alive. He can be the difference. He can be the hero. He is the hero. But he doesn't know that he's always been the hero…at least to me he has. To me the best kind of hero doesn't need a mask, or a superpower. Because sometimes the best superpower isn't a superpower at all,

To knock me out of my daze Doctor Snow tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around, "Hm?"
"Hey-since Barry is now apart of this…thing," she started, "We were wondering if you could maybe take some of his cases or…"
I shrugged, "I don't care, I've it done before."

Yes I do, before Barry came I easily had 25 cases during the work week. The idiots are out more on the weekend so let's just say I didn't have much of a weekend. There wasn't much sleeping back then, I slept more on my couch then on my actual bed. I lived in the prescient. I think one time I even stayed there for a week trying to get information on a case. Then there was the coffee, I went there so often the cashier knew my middle name. I could recite every thing on the menu backwards, and I had tried everything on the menu at least 4 or 5 times.

Just grin and bare it, I told myself, Grin and bare it.

"In fact," I stated, "I have a case to go to now."
I knew they wouldn't call me if they needed me, because I knew they didn't. They had Barry…and they only need me for is side by side comparison. Besides I'm only a forensic scientist…what use could they possible need for me?

My name is Samantha Park.

And I was struck by lightning,

Now I am faster then light and I'm so quick that the world around me looks like they are moving is slow motion. When I run all you can see a streak or feel a gust of wind.

But what am I called?
That's easy.

I'm just a normal city dweller just like you…just a tiny bit faster.

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