None of the Hunter Zolomons are quite right. Not all of them are Zoom, but none of them are Jay.
"This one's definitely got a Zoomish thing going on. Black suit, no blue lightning. Uh... he has some weird science thing going on in his lair. Dude, I think it's a meth lab."
"Definitely not."
Cisco takes off his glasses, giving me The Look. He'll slightly lower his chin but raise his eyebrows, looking up at me flatly.
"You don't mind him trying to take over an entire planet, but you draw the line with drugs?"
I can't explain it. Cisco knows. If anyone would understand that some things go deeper than words, it's Vibe.
"Perhaps," says Harrison Wells, walking into the room. "You should make yourself useful around S.T.A.R. Labs, Miss Claythorne."
I look up guiltily. I had relied on S.T.A.R. Labs and the people there for everything, but had nothing to give in return.
"I don't know that I'll be of any help," I say quietly.
"Dust, vaccuum, bring us coffee, clean the marker boards, there are many ways in which you can make yourself helpful at S.T.A.R. Labs, believe me."
"Don't touch my stuff," Cisco warns, walking backwards out of the room.
I look at Harrison.
"You understand, don't you? Being willing to do anything to get back the person you love."
"Yes I do, Miss Claythorne, and as I recall, you stood in the way of me doing exactly that." He's wiping down a board of numbers and letters, making quick, jerky movements.
"I never helped Zoom with anything," I say.
"You helped him by not resisting."
"I did resist," I snap. I don't know why. I will gain nothing by argument.
Wells stops moving, hand over his head on the board. He lowers his head, sighing.
"We'll try to find you a place you can call home, Claythorne. But please, remain the least irritating you can possibly be." He resumes wiping up past mistakes.
You cannot imagine what it feels like to go from being a person's most important person to being the least important person in not one but two worlds. All the worlds.
I want to lie and say I'm still fighting for Jay. But I know I'm fighting for myself. Because there isn't a Jay that misses me. The Jay-my Jay-is gone.
I straighten.
Or is he?
"Where is Allen?" I ask. I know Barry's identity, much to the others' dismay. But I have no wish to use it against him.
"CCPD," answers Harrison.
I'm gone in a flash.
