In the Lab at Night

by Crazedtroll

Dr. Wells and Cisco are working in the lab late at night when they come up against a Meta like nothing else before. Can Cisco get past his distrust of Dr. Wells to accept his help? The third in my Meta-Tests series. Should be able to stand alone if you've not read the other two. A completely silly subject written in a completely serious manner.

2. Chapter 2 - After the Attack

For those of you who didn't know, I don't start posting until a story is complete, so don't fret. This story is finished, I'm just posting one chapter at a time. I'll try to post every day but I'm working on the next story in the series so you may have to wait a little more than 24hrs for the chapters. Thank you to everyone who has read. Big thanks to those who have left comments. Believe it or not I sometimes get inspired to write extra chapters by comments. Enjoy! -CT

Chapter 2: After the Attack

Cisco groaned in pain. A bit hesitantly, he opened his eyes, closing them quickly against the bright lights. "Take it easy," an all too familiar voice cautioned him. Why was Dr. Wells in there? What did he want? "Try to go slow."

Fighting the pain, Cisco opened his eyes again, squinting up at the face looking down at him. At first the face was blurry, but it quickly came into focus as Dr. Wells. "Good. When you're ready, try to sit up, carefully." Dr. Wells watched Cisco closely.

"What happened?" Cisco asked, slowly sitting up. He was on the floor. Dr. Wells was next to him, his wheelchair nearby. The pad from the wheelchair had been removed and placed under Cisco's head. As Cisco sat up, Dr. Wells moved the pad back to the seat of the wheelchair.

"I don't know. I was coming down to check in with you. I heard you shout. When I got here, you were unconscious on the floor. Sorry I couldn't get you someplace more comfortable." Dr. Wells looked frustrated with himself, but also concerned for Cisco. "Go slow."

Realizing that Dr. Wells had a hand on his back, Cisco shrugged the man away, getting quickly to his feet. He immediately regretted it when he saw the hurt look on Dr. Wells's face and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Shaking his head, Dr. Wells moved towards his wheelchair, pulling his body with his arms and positioning his legs. Cisco watched, a little fascinated as the older man lifted himself back into his wheelchair. It took a moment or two and several positioning of legs which kept dropping back towards the floor.

"I'm happy to see you're feeling better," Dr. Wells said once he was back in the wheelchair. Wiping at a small droplet of sweat on his forehead, he then grabbed the joystick on the wheelchair and started guiding it out of the room. "Scream if you need me again." He shot his last words over his shoulder.

Harrison didn't look back as he left Cisco behind. He knew he was being a little childish, but it hurt so much to have a man he'd considered a friend suddenly distrust him. They'd explained to him what they'd been through, and logically he could understand what they were feeling. Logically. Emotionally, it was hard not to be hurt. Shaking his head, he steered the wheelchair out of the room and back towards his office. As he turned a corner, a sound reached his ears and curious, he went to investigate.