I woke up to a blinding light, but when I go to raise my hands to block it, I felt one of them restrained. Looking down, I noticed my left wrist handcuffed to the bed, which I seem to be in. My eyes finally adjusted, I looked around and noticed that I was in some form of lab with a bit of a hospital air to it. Looking down, I noticed I was in hospital scrubs, but a quick look underneath told me that I was wearing the same bra and underwear I had on.

"Ok, I was struck by lightning during a weird ass storm so that I'm pretty sure is true." I told myself as I tried to remember what happened before I blacked out. "Somehow appeared in a room in front of two men without knowing how before going under. So where in the name of God am I?"

"You are inside one of the medical labs of STAR Labs." I looked to where the voice came from and saw a man walking in dressed business like and wore glasses. If I were to describe him, I would say unnaturally handsome. "You appeared in front of my colleague and I in a flash of light in a need of treatment. He was the one who cuffed you to the bed." I arched a brow at him. "We weren't sure if you were a threat or not."

I shrugged. "I understand… Wait! Did you say STAR Labs?" The man nodded. "Impossible!" Cue me beginning to panic and freak out. "There is no way that the lightning bolt teleported me to the DC Universe! It's supposed to be fictional! Central City isn't a real place! STAR Labs doesn't exist! This whole universe isn't real!"

I felt a pair of arms grip my shoulders, causing me to come out of my minor freak out. I looked up into the blue eyes of the man with glasses. "Listen to me." He ordered in a calm yet stern voice. "You need to calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me your name and what you are talking about."

I closed my eyes and did what I was told. Once I was calm, he released my shoulders. "Thanks." I told him. "My name is Cassandra DeLuna. Before I tell you more, can I know your name?"

He looked shock, but quickly schooled his features. "My name is Dr. Harrison Wells." He introduced himself. "I'm surprised you don't know who I am. My work on the particle accelerator is well known by everyone."

I knew I heard that name before and it all came back to me when he mentioned the particle accelerator. "You are the Dr. Wells that help the Flash in the show!" I stated when it came back to me. "Well, in the episodes that I was able to watch, which were the first few. So don't know much." I looked at his curious expression, but I swear there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Um… Can you tell me what year it is?"

"It's 2009." He smirked as my jaw dropped. "Is that a problem?"

I looked down and began to fiddle with my fingers. "You won't believe me if I told you." I said quietly.

A chair wheeled to my side and Dr. Wells sat down. "Why don't you tell me? I will be the judge on whether I would believe you are not." He told me.

I nodded. "I'm from the year 2015. Before you say it is impossible, what I am about to say next would make you doubt me further. Where I come from, it is a completely different universe from this one. This whole universe was created by a popular comic book industries known as DC Comics. Soon it turns from comic books into amazing cartoon and live action TV series that take the world by storm. DC Comics is known to make up extremely popular superheroes and, of course, super villains. One of the heroes is known as the Flash and he lives in this made up city called Central City. Although, from what the year is at the moment the Flash does exist, but he doesn't have his powers yet so I don't have to worry about any future changes as of yet. You," I point at Dr. Wells. "are in the middle of creating the particle accelerator, right?" He nods. "Just to give you a heads up, you might want to invest in a wheel chair. That's all I'm going to hint at. Anymore information I may know might end up ending the universe."

Dr. Wells sat back in his seat, his hands pressed together as he studies me. "So you know about the project and the possible outcome." He stated. I nodded my confirmation. "You also said that there is someone known as the Flash. Do you know who they are?"

I nodded. "If I could tell you I would, but I rather see how it all unfolds. Like I said he has no powers yet so you will have to wait a long time before meeting the person." I told him, being careful of not mentioning that the Flash is a 'he'. Suddenly, I remembered something that may get me into trouble. "Uh… who is your colleague? The one that was in the room when I appeared?" I asked, hoping that my memory was wrong.

"That was General Wade Eiling. He and I are working together on a project-" he started.

"- on a project on creating mental powers to help the military end war against enemy countries." I finished. "Did either of you find any items, any tech, on my person?"

He sighed and reached into his jacket pocket. "I did, but Eiling doesn't know." Pulling out of his pocket, Dr. Wells holds up my iPhone. "I'm guessing whatever is on this device isn't something you want the general to know." He pass it to me and I take it.

"You have no idea." I placed my thumb on the home button. "May look like a normal iPhone, but with the right print…" The lock screen unlocks and shows the home page. "Touch ID- still need a passcode, but any of your fingerprints that you save on here can be used to unlock your phone. Another reason why I rather not have the general is my music playlist." I pulled up my music playlist and picked a song. "See this song?" I asked, showing the man the screen. He nods and I swipe the screen to show the music bio. "Don't you think the name of the artist or the year of the song would have given me away?"

After looking at the information, Dr. Wells met my eyes and smiles. "Looks like we have something to keep between ourselves, don't we?" I giggle and gave him my phone back. "You don't want to hold it?"

I shook my head. "Does it look like I have anywhere to hide that from the general?" I asked gesturing to the dressing gown I'm in. A door sounded and Dr. Wells shoved my phone into his pocket once more. "Let me guess… a hot headed general heading our way?" I asked in a hushed tone.

Dr. Wells coughed to hide his laughter just as a certain general came walking in. "So how is our favorite party crasher?" General Wade Eiling asked. I only saw this guy once in an episode that I saw parts of and could already tell he isn't to be trusted. Also, I want to kill this guy so much because of how much a risk he is to the Flash and Dr. Wells. I'm pretty sure there are some of you who would want to as well? Maybe borrow the cold gun or heat gun? Call in Deathstroke?