Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out my story, I'm new at writing fanfiction (this is my first ever one) so I was so happy to see so many reviews already. Special thanks to-

-AReiss215

-Peterfrost2001

-aylel

-for the support. Anyway here's chapter 2, only a few snipbits of Snowbarry but I needed to set up the foundation of the story so I hope you don't mind.

Chapter Two

*Nine months later*

Barry Allen could feel himself waking up from what felt like a short-lived nap. His fingers twitched and were almost nagging him to get up for he had work to do in the morning, like a student needing to get up for school. Therefore rather reluctantly, he slowly began to open his eyes whilst sighing heavily.

Like a camera coming into focus, his eyes began to absorb his surroundings. However, instead of being greeted to his usual messy bedroom with scattered clothes and the overpowering scent of morning coffee, he found himself in foreign surroundings. A lab, to be more precise. He could tell it was a lab straight away, having worked in one for quite some time – the shiny white surfaces and multiple scientific monitors surrounding him gave it away. It was then he noticed the monitors strapped to his chest and the rather annoying sound of his own heartbeat echoing the lab. The familiar red line beeped at every interval and –

Wait.

Red line?

And similarly to the sea crashing into the Cliffside with impeccable violence, Barry's world came crashing down around him.

The bedsheets he was wrapped in were a tinted white. The curtains beside the only window were a light shade of blue. The clothes he lay comfortably in were a deep, dark, luscious red. The walls surrounding him? Blue. The bluest of blues. The monitors on his chest? A mixture of greys. The cables connecting them? Green. Red, orange, green, purple, blue, yellow, pink, brown, black, turquoise, white and all the colours of the world stood before him, sweeping him off his feet and drowning him in their light.

This could only mean one thing. Everybody knew what this meant. But when had he-

"He's awake!"

-found his soulmate?

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"You're probably very confused Mr Allen, but I can assure you that you are in a safe environment with the very doctors that helped conserve your life. We are happy to oblige in filling any gaps you may have in your memory of how you ended up here." Spoke Harrison Wells to Barry with a satisfied look on his face. They were currently occupied in Wells' office with Cisco and Caitlin standing nearby, both shocked to see the body they had been monitoring for several months to be active – alive and well, or so it seemed. However, if any of the men had taken a closer look at Caitlin's current expression rather than marvel over Barry they would have noticed how she seemed more in shock than the rest (even more so than Barry was at that very moment.) She couldn't help but simply stare dumbly at her soulmate that has somehow managed to make every colour in that room more vivid and bold than before.

He had literally brightened her World.

"Why am I here?" Started Barry, beginning the endless list of questions that were raiding his mind. #

"You were struck by lightning in your lab and thrown back into several active chemicals the night the particle accelerator exploded. Which is pretty awesome man, nobody survives a lightning strike!" Grinned Cisco before continuing, "Well the lightning part was awesome, the slipping into the coma for nine months was less so but-"

"I was in a coma for nine months?" Cried Barry, thinking of all the time he missed – thinking of Iris West. His best friend and love that he had left alone for nine months.

Nine months.

Caitlin Snow grimaced at the look on Barry's face as it troubled her how exposed he was at the moment. Barry was devastated and upset that he'd missed so much, that much was obvious. He was unlike her in that aspect; he wore his heart on his sleeve. She, on the other hand, had learnt to guard her emotions well.

"Sort of?" Shrugged Cisco, not knowing what to say in this situation. Quickly he looked at Caitlin for help, who in turn widened her eyes at the idea of talking to him for the first time when he was conscious.

"She came to visit you. Everyday." Caitlin blurted, the very first thought that sprung to mind. Damn it, why had it been her that popped into her head first when talking to her Barry? Why couldn't she have mentioned Joe, his father instead?

"Iris?" Said Barry, a warmth filling his chest as he said her name. It was nice to know he was not forgotten by the one person that mattered to him more than anyone else – his life partner and best friend. If it had been the other way around and it was she who was in the coma for nine months, he knew he would never leave her side. Not for one single moment.

"Yes. Iris West." Replied Caitlin flatly.

It was at that moment that Barry turned to face the auburn haired female with the frown on her face. He didn't appreciate her tone when talking about Iris but couldn't help but be distracted by her hidden beauty. Emphasising the word hidden. The scowl on her face masked that beautiful demeanour but it couldn't hide everything. He could still see her deep, chocolate brown eyes and pale pink lips. Her pale with tinted pink cheeks and long auburn hair that glowed when the sun hit it. She possessed an unearthly beauty matched only by his Iris. Perhaps even superior- if she smiled more. His life-partner on the other hand did nothing but smile.

"Why do I see colour?" Barry asked, staring at Caitlin who gulped as he did so.

"You couldn't see colour before?" Exclaimed Cisco as Harrison Wells raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"No."

"We were under the impression Miss West was your Soulmate Mr Allen." Said Wells.

"No, she's my life-partner," Replied Barry, turning from Caitlin to Wells "When I went into this coma, I could only see yellow. Everything else was grey. But now, I can see red, blue, green, brown-"

"We understand your predicament Mr Allen." Said Wells cutting Barry off, "But we can assure you that no soulmate of yours has come forward in the last nine months we have had the pleasure of assisting you. Neither one of my colleagues knows of any soulmate either."

Barry's mind raced back and forth with the sudden news of his soulmate. She had obviously been here, been in contact with him; or else he wouldn't be able to see colour. But where was she now? How had she disappeared so quickly and yet been in reach? She was just gone, a vacant space in the physical and mental reality of it all.

Gone in a flash.

"How could she just be here and, gone the next" He breathed, sitting himself down.

"I do not know Mr Allen-"

"Call me Barry, sir."
"I don't know Barry." Wells started again "But I can promise you that we here at Star Labs shall do everything in our power to find her."

"We will?" Cried Cisco and Caitlin in unison, their arms folding in synchronisation.

"But why?" Asked Barry, not understanding how his doctors could be so nice. Especially when this was something that really had nothing to do with them.

"You are our patient Barry Allen, and we take care of our very own."

"I'm not your patient anymore, I've woken up from that stupid coma."

"I wouldn't quite say that just yet Barry. I assume you have not yet learnt of your newfound abilities? How your genes mutated themselves on the night of the particle accelerator?"

Barry merely shook his head as Harrison Wells began to explain how he, Barry Allen, was now the stuff of myths and legends. How he was a meta-human. How he was no mere mortal, not anymore.

Caitlin and Cisco had learnt of Barry Allen's meta-human transformation during his third month of comatose. The statistics and data all pointed towards the same thing and with new cases on screen each passing day of humans of unearthly powers, neither of the pair could deny the evidence in front of them. Barry Allen was the impossible – he was not human yet he was not alien. That night of the lighting strike had given him the power of a God, the power of speed. Why, that was why his heartbeat didn't register on the hospital monitors when the event occurred; it was going so fast that they couldn't pick up the beat. Although it had taken a while to accept, now she could not imagine another scenario. Her soulmate was someone particularly special indeed.

Caitlin found herself unable to tear her eyes away from Barry as her boss explained to him the multiple variables involved in the lightning strike and how he was the impossible. She watched as he paced around the room, sat down, got up again, smacked his head against his palm, fell back down again, stood up, walked out in distress, come back a few hours later with a cup of coffee in hand and the story of the incredible spilling from his lips, showing them how fast he could really go, how he was a meta-human. She watched as he ran back and forth, in a literal flash and how he had decided to team with the lab to fight the crime on the streets. She watched as he smiled at her for the very first time, and she noticed how colours sparkled whenever he was around. She watched as they began the search for his soulmate, beginning with making a list of all possible people he may have come in contact with when in comatose.

Caitlin watched and said nothing.