Welcome back everyone to a new story! This own popped into my mind and since I love HR so much, I thought making a story all about him would be fun! I do not own any of these characters!

Reviews and ideas are always welcome! ENJOY!

Summary -

Iris is at a meeting as a journalist to receive a job but forgot her paperwork at the lab. She tries to call Barry, but he's fighting a metahuman with both Killer Frost and Vibe, so HR is the only one left to get it to her in time or she won't have a chance getting the job!

Iris picked up a magazine, one of beauty and flipped to the first page. She straightened herself in the armchair.

It was a big day, perhaps getting a job as journalist in a fine company nearby. Barry had told her all she had to do was be herself and not stumble with her essay she wrote to impress the workers that could grant her a spot with a study on a local event that occurred a week before. She hoped it was enough.

Her bag she had brought was leaning up against the chair. Iris grabbed it and put it on her lap after placing the magazine back on the table beside her. She bit her lip. This was her first interview and she didn't want to be declined.

She unzipped the bag hoping to review her essay before they called her in the room but found no folder. Shaking the bag, making sure nothing was at the bottom she started saying quietly, "No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening!"

Iris put her hands to her head. "What do I do...? Barry!" She slid her hand into her pocket and checked for his number and dialed. "Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up," she begged quietly until a voice mail popped up.

"Hey it's Barry Allen. I'm busy right now and if you'd like to call me back or leave me a message that would be fine." Before the beep for a message was heard she had already started scrolling through her numbers again. One read, 'Star Labs.' They might know where Barry was.

HR whistled and twirled his drumsticks into the air. Underneath a desk drawer, there was a shiny object poking out of the bucket. He placed his drumsticks on the table and reached for the object. HR took it out, it was a boomerang that had very pointy sides. He examined it for a moment before throwing it across the room.

In a matter of seconds, it had stopped in midair and came flying straight toward his face but managed to fall to the ground before it hooked him. "I hate boomerangs," he said stumbling to his feet.

That's when the phone started to ring on the desk. He grabbed it and put it to his ear. Before he had a chance to say a word, a loud whisper made him jump. "Barry! Barry, is that you?"

"Oh, hey! It's me!" He pointed to himself, then remembered he was alone in the lab.

"HR! Where's Barry?"

"Um, he's out fighting some bad guy, I think!"

"Is he busy?!" HR reached for the monitor and powered it on. Breaking News had popped up showing images of the Flash getting smacked to the ground by a huge man with Killer Frost and Vibe fighting alongside the Flash.

"Yeah, I think he is."

"Then how about Cisco and Caitlin?"

"With him," he said. She groaned.

"Well then, HR, I need your help!"

"My help?" he asked excited.

"Since no one else is there!"

"So, I was your 4th choice?" he asked. Iris was losing her patience.

"Listen, HR. HR, are you listening?" He put down his coffee mug after taking a sip.

"Huh?"

"You need to listen very carefully! Can I trust you to grab my file papers from my dad's house? They should be on the table, my dad's at work. I have an important interview and if I'm lucky, I could hold off for about 10 minutes! This is important to me!"

"Got it! So, get paperwork from house then where do I go?"

"I'll text you the address! Can I trust you?"

"Yes sir! I-I mean, yes ma'am!"

Iris ended the call with a very loud sigh. She had a feeling this wasn't going to go well.

HR grabbed his drumsticks and quickly ran down the hallway. He ran into the cortex. "Wrong way!" he turned back around and ran the opposite direction outside of Star Labs.

He pressed the elevator button and stomped his foot. The doors opened and he stepped inside. HR started to whistle elevator music while descending to the ground.

He ran out the doors and into the streets where a car came zooming by. It stopped quickly, barely hitting him. "Sorry, sorry!" he yelled continuing to cross. "In a rush!"

'House. House,' he thought. 'What house? Right, the West house! Where was the West house?' He reached for his phone to only pull out piles of lint from his pockets. The phone was back at Star Labs.

"Sorry! Sorry!" HR yelled running through the streets again. "In a rush!"

He took the phone of the desk and rushed back to the elevator. HR pressed the button a million times before it opened.

The doors shut behind him and he whistled once more on the way down.

He exited unsure where he was. He didn't have a car here, nor a way of direction. His mind went blank. In the distance a young man and woman stepped into the street and waved his hands around. In an instant, a bright yellow car pulled up and they hopped in.

That was his ride! HR took a step and started to wave his hand around and jump. There was a loud honk and he backed away. "Move it!" someone shouted from their car.

"Hey, do you know how to get a taxi?" he yelled after the car, but nobody answered back.

He tried once more, waving his arms around, it seemed like a miracle when one slid over to the side. HR smiled and jumped into the back.

"Where you headed?" there was a male driver in the front seat with a large beard.

"Um," he told them the address. At least he remembered something! This couldn't have been more convenient!

The car pulled up to the door, and the driver turned to face him. "$8.10."

"What?"

"$8.10," he repeated.

"What?"

"You heard me." HR then realized. He brought no money!

"Um..." the driver raised his eyebrows. "I didn't bring any money."

"Then I'm going to have to bring you back!" he took the wheel.

"No!" HR reasoned. "What if I gave you this phone?" He held out the phone from Star Labs. "You can wipe off its memory!"

"Fine," he took the device and HR stepped out of the car.

"Okay," he sighed, relieved. He went on the porch. "Wait, how to I get in?" He checked under the doormat. "No key? Only my universe?" he questioned to himself. "Okay." Maybe the backdoor could work. He ran to the other side and jiggled the lock. Nope.

When he thought he lost all hope, a window on the side of the house was open. "It's not technically breaking and entering if that person actually wants me in their house, right?" he asked himself, hoping what he said was right.

With that, he slipped through the crack. He fell to the ground landing with a thud. "Who's there?!" someone yelled. "I'm a cop!" Suddenly, Joe stepped into the kitchen where HR lay on the ground.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" he shot his hands up. Joe lowered his gun.

"HR? What are you doing here? The front door was open." HR sighed. "What are you doing here? Is Barry okay?"

HR walked past him and toward the stairs. "But Joe, what are you doing here?! You know, never mind! Nothing!" his shoulder hit the wall but continued walking backwards. He grabbed the folder from the stairs slipping it behind his back. "We are totally fine! Nothing to worry about here!" HR slammed the door.

"That was odd." Joe said.

HR was on the sidewalk. Maybe he could use the GPS! Wait, he gave the phone away to that driver! His only hope was to find a phone in the West house. He sprinted to the door and barged in. Joe jumped.

"HR?! What are you doing in my house?!"

"Can I use your phone?" he asked innocently.

"Why didn't you just ask?" he pointed to the phone that rested on the table. HR smiled awkwardly and picked it up.

"Hello?" it was Iris, she sounded anxious and worried.

"Hey, it's me," HR replied.

"HR! Where are you? What phone are you using?"

"I gave the phone to a stranger that drove me to your house." Iris sighed.

"Of course, you did," she muttered. "Please, just hurry!"

"You have to calm down. Breathe. Breathe in," HR instructed. "Breathe out-"

"This is not helping! I'm at the red building eight blocks away. Get there!" The line went dead. He walked out the door. The red building. He knew where that was!

With the papers held firmly in his hand, he sprinted around the corner where a man who wore a black suit and tie bumped right into him. The papers he held came tumbling to the ground.

Iris still paced the room. She had just slid her phone away when a man, tall and slim with a black suit stepped out holding a clipboard. He checked the paper. "Iris West," he stated in a deep voice.

"Mr..."

"Larry. Call me Larry."

"Larry, if I could just have a minute beforehand to-"

"I'm sorry, but we have others scheduled to see us. You must present the papers now." Iris's eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed. 'Please, HR. Hurry.'

HR managed to scoop up three of the papers. The wind took the last one ahead. He sprinted after it, only losing sight around the corner.

Suddenly, a man caught his eye. He was large and held a cigarette in his hand. His other hand inspected a white piece of paper. Iris's paper!

HR ran over. "Excuse me, that paper is my friends and I need to make it, or she'll lose her job!"

"Why would I give it to you?"

"Look, I'll give you anything! Just, please?" he practically begged.

The man looked at him and something must have caught his eye. "Give me those sticks!" HR glanced at his pocket where his drumsticks were.

"My drumsticks?"

"No sticks, no paper!" HR bit his lip. Iris was his friend and if she lost the job knowing it's his fault? It would make him feel awful. With hesitation, he slowly pulled out the drumsticks and placed them in the hands of the man. He smiled and took the paper.

"Yes!" HR shouted a little louder than expected. The red building was only a block away! He could make it!

HR bolted into the room where Iris was. "Don't worry! I handled it!" He held up a door handle. "I might have broke it on the way in..." Larry raised his eyebrow from where he sat. Iris stood up, with a relieved look.

"There you are! Do you have the..."

"Yes!" He handed her the crumpled paper. She pursed her lips.

"Thank you." she said sincerely. HR saluted and let the interview continue.

"How about a coffee for a celebration of your new job?" HR gave Iris a cup as they sat the cortex.

"HR. I just really want to thank you, so much, for... Wait, I didn't give you my keys to the house-"

"Joe let me in!"

"Dad was home? Wait, if dad was home, why didn't you let him drive you there?" HR was silent. "You know what, that doesn't matter! Where are your drumsticks?"

"I gave them to a guy on the street. I lost your paper and he had it." Iris's eyes widened.

"You traded your drumsticks for my paper?" she asked. He nodded. "I don't know how to repay you!" She thought for a moment. "Come on! Let's go the store, I'll get you another!"

HR smiled. "And get some more coffee?"

"And get some more coffee!"

FIN

Authors Note:

Wow everyone! That was a lot for a chapter! Hopefully it wasn't too long! Thank you so much for reading!