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Summary: Finding the light in the dark is a hard concept for eleven year old Barry Allen to understand. After his parents were murdered before his eyes leaving him orphaned, he can only focus on the bad things happening around him. However with the help of Harrison Wells, his wife Tess and their two kids, Caitlin and Cisco, Barry learns that sometimes the good can outweigh the bad.
Chapter Two
Barry stared at the sticky note in his hands, part of him was excited to have the famous Harrison Wells phone number, but another part him was confused. Despite what he had said, Barry didn't understand why he would want to help some kid he didn't know. People usually only helped others if they got something out of it in return. Was there something he scientist could want from him?
Barry wasn't sure, but he decided not to think about much longer. With any luck, Dr Wells did really want to help him. If that was the case, Barry was glad to have met the man today. Barry folded the yellow sticky note in two and put it into his Jean pocket for safe keeping. In case of an emergency, Barry would have the phone number and make a call.
"Hey Barr," Joe said pulling Barry from his thoughts, "I cleared it with Neville, he said he would love to show around the lab upstairs."
Barry smiled, anything science would make him happy, "Cool."
Joe grinned, "Come on, the labs this way."
Barry got out of his seat and followed Joe to the lab upstairs.
Harrison had been distracted at the lab and opted out of doing any and all experiments. Instead he just observed his employees as they did their thing, but he avoided going over to Tess' station because he knew, she would ask him what was on his mind and he couldn't talk now. The eleven year old boy from the police station, Barry, was the only thing on his mind that day. He wanted to help the young boy, but he just didn't know how he could help.
The officer he had spoken to did not like him in the least and had clearly stated that he should stay away from Barry. Harrison didn't want to stay away. All he wanted to do was help a boy who was going through a tough time, tough time like his children had gone through. Harrison was sitting at his desk in his office, he looked out the clear glass walls to see some of his employees testing out the new equipment.
Running his fingers through his black hair, Harrison sighed and leaned back further into his chair wondering what he could do. Although he knew he couldn't help everyone, he swore to himself that he would always try to help as many as he could.
"Harry," he heard a voice say, Tess, "What's going on with you? You've been acting… I don't want to say strange, but you've been distracted. Distant even."
Harrison looked up at his wife dim blue eyes, "I know."
Tess walked over to Harrison with worried brown eyes. Rarely did she ever see her husband in such a sullen mood, sure he could be somber at times, but he was usually nonchalant. He was the calm one in their relationship, very easy going unless talking about science. Tess leaned against the desk.
She looked at her husband and asked, "What's on your mind?"
Harrison inhaled, he looked at the pictures on his desk and smiled weakly. Tess followed his line of sight to see their family portrait, the one they had taken three months ago. The background of the photo was just a black backdrop while they all wore white to contrast with it. Harrison wearing a white tux with a black shirt and white tie was sitting on the box.
Tess was wearing a sleeveless milk white dress that fit her body perfectly and highlighted her curves. Next to her was their daughter who was wearing a white dress, sheer sleeves that cut off at her elbows and the smooth white fabric cutting off at her knees. Her auburn hair was curled, her brown eyes shimmering as she smiled professionally at the camera.
Beside Harrison was their son. His dark brown hair cut off at his ears and he smiled widely as though he had just walked into the candy store. He wore white pants and a black oxford like Harrison, but he did not have a jacket. This was because he spilled blue gatorade all over the white jacket as they were walking out of the door to get to the pictures. The memory always made Harrison smile.
"How old are they now," Harrison asked absently, "Twelve? Thirteen?"
"Twelve and eleven," Tess replied smiling at the image.
Harrison spoke softly, "While I was at the station I met someone, a boy who looked about their age."
"Really," Tess questioned curiously.
Harrison nodded slowly, "His… His parents were murdered a few days ago."
Tess was at a loss for words, she could only stare at her husband in disbelief. The word murder echoed in her mind.
"Murdered," Tess repeated quietly.
"Yes," Harrison replied, "I talked with him briefly and.. I feel terrible for him."
Tess shook her head, "That poor child."
Harrison sighed, "My thoughts exactly. It's awful that he has to go through something like this, especially at such a young age and well it-"
"It got you thinking about our kids," Tess finished with a knowing look.
Harrison nodded, he glanced back at his two children with a somber look. Both of them came into his life through tragedy, even though it turned out for the best, it killed him to know that his children had to suffer before they could be happy.
Harrison replied weakly, "Yes. I thought, if I could help Barry… I don't know. It just seemed like his world is torn apart and I wanted to figure out a way to help."
"How could you help him," Tess asked, "What could you do?"
Harrison frowned at the question, "I don't know. I just wish I could help him in any way possible."
Tess understood where Harrison was coming from. When she first met him, he had this deep desire to only help people, to make the world a better place for everyone who lived in it. Tess wanted to help people to, but for Harrison it was different. If there was any chance that he could help Barry, Tess knew he was going to take it. That was all they needed to figure out was how they could help him.
"Maybe you could contact a relative, send them some money," Tess replied, but she knew it wasn't the best idea.
Harrison shook his head, "I don't know if he has any other relatives. I spoke with the officer in charge of him, but he blew me off to say the least."
"Well a stranger asking about a random boy is a bit odd," Tess teased with a small grin.
Harrison rolled his eyes, "It was genuine concern… I told Barry if he needed anything, all he had to do was contact me and I would help him."
Tess smiled, "That's something. Now if Barry ever needs anything, he knows to contact you."
"It doesn't seem like a enough," Harrison said sadly, his eyes on his the picture frames.
Tess placed her hands on his shoulders and told him, "Well maybe for Barry it's all he needs. Someone willing to be there."
Harrison smiled, his wife always knew what to say to make him feel better or make a situation better than it was. It was one of the many reasons why he loved her so much.
"You're right," Harrison said gently, "I love you."
Tess grinned, she leaned down and brushed her lips against his, teasing him. "I know," Tess replied still grinning.
Tess glanced at the clock on her husband's wall, it was half past one and in two hours she would have to leave to get the kids. The thought of her kids gave Tess an idea, one that might actually help her husband and the boy he spoke about. She was about to speak when Harrison's phone began to ring, the tone echoing in the office. Harrison rarely used his cellphone, the only people who ever contacted him on it were the kids and his wife.
Harrison reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the phone to see a number he didn't recognize.
"Unknown caller," Harrison said his brow furrowed.
"Maybe it's Barry," Tess suggested.
Harrison answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Dr Wells," a voice said, the voice of an eleven year old boy.
"Barry is that you," Harrison questioned as he stood from his seat.
"Y-Yes it's Barry," Barry said hoarsely, "We talked earlier. You said i-if I needed something t-to call a-and I-I-I-"
"Barry take a deep breath for me," Harrison said, he could tell by Barry's stuttering and sniffling something was wrong.
Tess stood in front of Harrison, concern apparent in her brown eyes as she waited anxiously for him to say something, to explain what was going on. If this boy was calling her husband then that could only mean something has happened to him. However the question that Tess had was what had happened to him?
Harrison could tell Barry was in a frantic state and needed to get him to calm down before he did anything. Several seconds of silence passed, but Harriosn could hear the slow breaths coming from Barry, he counted seven before speaking.
"Okay, Barry tell me what's wrong," Harrison spoke in a calm and what he hoped was a gentle tone.
"I need help," Barry said shakily, "T-They're going to t-take me a-way. I don't want to g-go. I c-can't leave."
Harrison looked to his wife uncertainly as he replied, "What do you mean Barry?"
"They're going to take me out of Central City."