"Barry!" I shivered out, gasping for air as I was brought back over the edge. "What are you-what-you're alive?!"

He carried me completely over so my body wasn't dangling loosely. He looked at me with those sullen eyes, trying to remain calm while I am panicking like a hyena over here.

"Yes..." was all he said and followed with, "what exactly were you trying to do?"

He caught me, I find it hard to lie to people like him. He didn't do a thing to make me want to lie to him. All he ever did was help.

I did the next best thing, avoided the topic altogether.

"Why are you in Starling? How are you...here?"

I had a million more questions but I had to start with the basics. Barry doesn't look tired, lifeless or weak at all. He looks...fit, agile, different. Only slightly out of breath.

"You were the first person I thought of when I-look, let's go back inside, there's something I need to tell you, err, explain to you."

My eyes were the biggest they've probably been before I could stop them. Barry looked like he wanted to say more but all he did was offer his hand to me. I took it unsure of what's going to happen now.

I noticed Barry was wearing some kind of form-fitting burgundy, flame retardant suit. Not even sure why. It's not Halloween and even though Barry did look up to Oliver this was an aberrant tribute to his friend.

I couldn't take the silence anymore...

"How are you walking right now? Weren't you struck by a billion volts of electricity? Barry..." I grabbed his arm, I really wanted answers and I was tired of people shutting me out. "What happened to you?" My shifty eyes tried to find his but he wasn't looking at me like I remembered.

He was avoiding my eyes. Whenever someone did that I knew they were going to lie to me. Not now. Not Barry. Not like this.

He sighed heavily, nodding to the door. It felt as if he was waiting for the right moment to tell me a big secret.

My eyes were crestfallen but I followed him despite my anxiousness. I was honestly afraid of what he was going to tell me. I thought the worst. Or just possibly, I am imagining this in my mind. Just like I had so many times when he wasn't here. Any minute I'll wake up.

I almost can't believe he's in front of me. What he just did, he saved me. Just like Oliver had, or wait, this was exactly like Oliver did.

Barry's breathing scared me most of all. I could barely hear it and after what just happened, I was expecting him to be extremely out of breath also. Yet he was eerily calm.

Something about that didn't make sense...

Barry casually took a seat near the research table. I quickly covered the work I was doing earlier. Barely was work, I only did one analysis and gave up after I failed the concoction, zoning out.

"One of us has to talk for anything to make sense." I said with a slight huff.

I was annoyed with his standoffish attitude. What did he have to be so carefree about?

There come those direct eyes again, he had my attention. "You're right, Felicity."

I tried not to blush when he said my name. Crossing my arms, I waited for him to continue.

"Well...?" I asked when he didn't.

Barry took a deep breath and relaxed his body. "Truth is, I, the night of the particle accelerator, I, well let's just say I saw it happen, the explosion I mean. I saw the disaster first hand."

"Yes, we all were watching the TV, glued to the event. What exactly does that have to do with why you're still alive from getting struck by lightening?"

I uncrossed my arms and shook nervously as Barry bit his lip, taking another deep breath. Oh boy, this is the part where I am supposed to get extremely worried.

"And I survived...I don't understand how, but I was brought back by these strange circumstances. But it didn't make me weak...it only made me stro-"

I gave a confused look. "OK, well, 9 months after a coma, it is scientifically impossible for any human with normal biological responses to survive that long of a knock out. And another thing," I just remembered something vital, "how in the hell did you react so fast when I began to fall off the roof?"

"Felicity," there he goes saying my name again, this can't be good news. "It's who I am now, I have these abilities that will make me react faster than anyone can imagine. I can also do something else..."

"What?"

Barry looked behind me to a picture frame on the wall. "You graduated from Vasser College?"

I crossed my eyes, what does this have to do with anything? "Uh, yes, this is relevant, how?"

Suddenly, Barry sped passed me, took the frame off and ran back to his seat in under 2 seconds flat. Least I thought it was. He ran so quickly I barely had time, or rather seconds to compute it.

All I could do was stare at him while he intently looked at my certificate diploma. I stood up and almost screamed but went into my scolding mold, feeling the bubbles rise in my throat as I was stuck in utter shock.

"Hey, whoa, no. Barry, what? How did you just do that?" I tried to make out the words but all that came out was a bunch of stuttering.

"It's what I do, um, wow, cool. I didn't know you could double major in under 4 years at an I.V. school. Those classes together must have been astronomical. Wow, impressive. I was a fan of this school growing up-"

I groaned, he was stalling. "Barry?"

He rolled his eyes at me, did he really think this is a joke? "Yes?"

"Yes?! This is what you do?! That's all you have to say about this? Barry, I thought you were gone, forever. I thought I lost you, and here you act as if..." Barry stood up placing my diploma down calm, holding my eyes with his, "nothing happened. When it did. So much has happened."

"I know exactly what happened, Felicity. I'm alive and well. I am ok. You don't need to worry. And hey, why were you on the ledge of the roof? Don't dance around the answer this time."

I didn't want this to be about my pain. This was about Barry and I am keeping it that way.

"No reason. It was an accident. I was looking outside, getting some air. Stop changing the subject. This is big Barry. Gargantuanly, preposterously ginormous."

Barry looked at me like I just told me a pop culture reference. "And that's a word, how?"

"Oh it's a freaking word. I can't believe how lightly you're taking all this. After everything that's happened. How is your heart even beating correctly? Weren't you stuck on IV drips for nearly a year? Your heart stopped several times during the during of your sedated state. What is going o-" Barry took my hand, stopping my heated rant and placed it over his chest.

The heat radiating from his body was giving my hand some warmth, almost calming my nerves. I didn't know my hand felt cold until I touched him.

"See? Might be a little faster than yours but it's still beating, still very much alive." He smiled, letting his eyes dancing over my ruffled hair trapped in that ponytail I wore.

I felt like I was under his spell, everything started to slow down and even my heart flowed with the rhythm of what was taking place.

"It's good to see you again, Felicity."

"Barry..." I hadn't meant for that to come out as a whisper. I regained my professionalism, barely. "Have you been examined yet?"

"Yes, by Dr. Harrison Wells. He took my vitals and measured my limits; and has even encouraged my potential."

I removed my hand from his chest. Weird how he didn't take his hands off mine until I did.

"Potential, potential for what?"

"What I can do. My abilities. Felicity, I can help people with what I was given. I finally have a reason to do more with my life and with all this power, I need to use it for good."

I tried not to show my sour expression but I was failing miserably. Barry understood me. Plus I find it hard to hide my true self the more I am near him. I find it harder not to grow closer. Not to fall deeper into those eyes of his. The way he smiled at me just because I'm near him. It's scary, knowing how I feel for him. How I can't bring myself to really tell him. And now this...doing good, yes, Barry is not dead, yes, thank god, but I'm still on the doing good part. Using this ability?

Barry is still a human, still vulnerable to life. He could be entering into a world of pain ahead of him if he takes on this responsibility without thinking of the ramifications at stake.

"I'm guessing there is no stopping you once you've made up your mind." I said, looking down for the most part.

"I mean, it's really not the end of the world if you don't risk yourself, your life, Barry you could, you know how this is going to be. I'm having trouble accepting this...Oliver has stopped listening to me. Now...you don't h-"

"I have to, Felicity. It's what I...it's what I always felt I was meant to do with my life. Be great. Be the light at the end of everyone's pain. Give them all a second chance." Barry said, as if it was a matter of fact.

I couldn't believe how stolid he was being about this.

I shook my head, yes everything was good on paper but he was not an immortal, "But what about you, Barry? Who is going to be there when you get hurt? Do you think you won't?"

Barry touched my cheek with his palm, I couldn't help but lean into it. Maybe there was a chance he could rethink this whole crazy thing and go back to Central Police headquarters forensics lab. I was hoping of all choices that would be the safer option.

I looked in his eyes and saw something I never saw before: hope. But at what cost, I wondered. Barry really can't live this way, he just can't.

"I know I will, but it's a big risk I am willing to take. Oliver would understand. I know you don't right now, but, perhaps you will, someday." Barry said, turning on his heal and sped out of the office before I could retort.

Who am I kidding? I can't catch up to him, nobody can now. He is really doing this. He is going to turn out just like Oliver.

This is my worst nightmare come true. I closed the door behind me of the nearest office and slid my numb body against the wall until I felt the carpet.

I just lost the two most important men in my life. I could hear the familiar cracking of my heart as I cried uncontrollably into my hands.