"Barry! Barry!" Cisco yelled at his tablet.

"Did I miss it?" Barry yelled back over the coms.

"You overshot by about six blocks." Cisco walked back over to the Cortex station.

"My bad."

"Who are you talking to?" asked Caitlin.

"No one." Said Cisco shiftily.

"Were you talking to Barry?" inquired Caitlin pointedly.

"Who?" Cisco tried to bluff.

"Barry Allen, struck by lightning, was in a coma for nine months, woke up able to run faster than the speed of sound? Ring a bell?" interrogated Caitlin.

"Nope. Haven't talked to him." Lied Cisco.

"Cisco, there's fire everywhere! Cisco can you hear me?!" screamed Barry.

"Busted." Said Britney in a singsong voice from her designated corner. Not that anyone heard her, or seemed to care if they did.

"Everyone's out. Cisco, what else you got for me?" Britney could hear the stupid grin in Barry's voice.

"Barry, its Caitlin."

"Heyyy, Caitlin. How's your day?" asked Barry innocently.

"Get back to STAR Labs. Now." Caitlin barked.

"On my way."

"OOOOOOOHHHH! Barry's in trouble~!" said Britney from the corner.

"Shut up." Said Caitlin.

Barry Allen arrived shortly thereafter. It did not take long for Caitlin to start yelling.

"Have you three lost your minds?"

"Hey, I wasn't part of this. I told them it was a bad idea." Said Britney, but Caitlin ignored her.

"Who do you think you are?" Caitlin asked the two boys.

"Well, I'm the eyes and ears and he's the feet." Said Cisco.

"You can't be running around the city like some supersonic fireman!" shouted Caitlin.

"Why not? This is what we talked about. Me using my speed to do good."

"If what you're doing is so good, why did you and Cisco try to hide it?" asked Britney.

"We talked about using your speed to help find and contain meta-humans, and aside from Clyde Mardon, we haven't found any."

"People in this city still need help and I can help them."

"Will you please say something?" Caitlin asked Dr. Wells.

"I think what Caitlin is saying, in her own spectacularly angry way, is that we're just beginning to understand what your body is capable of." Said Dr. Wells as he wheeled into the room. "Not to sound like a broken record Mr. Allen, I do caution restraint." Dr. Wells came to a stop.

"Dr. Wells," Barry looked like he was gearing up to say something stupid, "I doubt restraint is how you got to be where you are today."

Fucking called it! Thought Britney.

"In a wheelchair and a pariah. LACK OF RESTRAINT is what made me these things. Know your limits." Dr. Wells wheeled off.

Britney went after him, but still heard Caitlin's "Don't expect me to patch you up every time you break something," to Barry. Britney had almost caught up to Dr. Wells when Caitlin's stomping heels beat her to him.

"Are you alright, Dr. Wells?" Caitlin asked.

Given that Britney was about to ask the same question, she decided to back off and give the two of them space after a quiet, "I'm fine, Dr. Snow," was uttered by her boss.

"Britney." Dr. Wells called after her, "Was there something you wanted to speak to me about?"

Britney went scarlet. "I just-um, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I guess you are, so I'll just," she pointed over her shoulder, "go."

Dr. Wells smiled. "Thank you both for your concern."

Britney didn't know what to say to that, so she just smiled awkwardly in acknowledgement as Dr. Wells wheeled away again.

"You've got it bad." Said Caitlin.

"What do you mean?" asked Britney.

Caitlin was smiling now, albeit sadly. "You're in love with Dr. Wells."

"You know?" Britney gasped.

"It's kinda hard to miss." Replied Caitlin.

"Do you think he knows?" asked Britney timidly.

"He's probably waiting for you to make a move, so make one! Ask him out!" Caitlin urged.

"Oh, no, I-I couldn't-"
"Britney," Caitlin said seriously, "life is too short not to be with the people you love."

"I- I just can't." Britney said. "I need time."

"Time for what?" asked Caitlin.

"Just time." Britney said. She was spared the awkwardness of running away by Caitlin storming off in a huff.

Time to continue your training. Said Azriella.

What training? You still haven't explained everything to me yet. Retorted Britney.

All in good time, patience. Cautioned Azriella.

Come on. Whined Britney.

Training. Now. Azriella replied.

What am I going to do for training? Asked Britney.

You're gonna jump off a building and then you're gonna fly. Was the response.

Pfft. I'm not gonna do that.

You don't have any choice.

Suddenly, Britney's limbs no longer belonged to her. She found herself headed up to the roof of STAR Labs. She screamed inside her head, but could not stop. Sheer terror froze up her body of its own accord.

Oh, honestly. Said Azriella. Have I been wrong yet?

No.

Then you're just going to have to trust me, aren't you?

She was on the roof of STAR Labs.

If this doesn't work-

It will.

If this doesn't work, it was a privilege knowing you. Britney continued.

Catch you on the flip side.

Britney knew that if she hesitated now, even to take a breath, that she would never go through with it. This was one of the only things stopping her from suicide anyway that if she even thought of taking her own life, she froze. So, Britney ran forward and jumped.

She had no breath, but what little she would have had would have been taken away. She felt a tingly sort of pain all over her skin. The ground blurred in a cloud of red lightning. When she could see again, she was in a white room covered with hemispheres. Dr. Wells' wheelchair was in the corner. The doctor himself loomed over her. He looked enraged.

"What were you thinking, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? I told you if you were having problems you could come to me. Why, why would you even consider taking your own life?!"

Britney felt Azriella bubble to the surface. Dr. Wells took a step back, his eyes widening as hers turned red.

"She wasn't trying to kill herself. This was simply a training exercise. Had you not caught her, she would have flown." Explained Azriella.

"To whom am I speaking?" asked Dr. Wells, scientific curiosity getting the better of him.

"She calls me Azriella van Helsing. I am an alternate version of her who can travel between dimensions and keep my other selves company."

"So you could do this before the particle accelerator?" Asked Dr. Wells, sharp as a tie tack.

"Yes. But the particle accelerator made things easier." Replied Azriella.

"Can you do anything else?" queried Dr. Wells.

"Yes. As I am a hybrid creature of dragon and siren, I can both fly and sing. Unfortunately, for me to be able to share these abilities with my other selves, there needs to be a biochemical catalyst. Adrenaline, of course, being the easiest." Rattled off Azriella.

"May I speak to Britney?" Dr. Wells asked.

"Go ahead. She can hear everything we are saying and she has some questions of her own."

"Britney," Dr. Wells asked, "Are you… comfortable with this arrangement?"

"Yes, Dr. Wells. It feels as though I finally have a friend." Britney replied.

Dr. Wells sighed. "I suppose I can answer your questions now."

"You can walk?"

"Obviously."

"How?"

"I wasn't paralyzed by the particle accelerator."

"Then why-?"

"Why the charade? I need the wheelchair to sort of 'charge' my abilities. They come and go. Think of it as a battery pack."

"Abilities?"

"I have almost the exact same powers as the Flash."

"The Flash?"

"That's what people in the future call Barry Allen."

"The future?"

"I'm from the 25th Century to be exact."

"And you're just like the Flash?"

"Oh, I'm not like the Flash at all. Some would say I'm the reverse."

"The Reverse-Flash?" Britney tested out.

Dr. Wells smirked. "I kind of like that name. But don't tell Cisco. Or anybody, about any of this. "

"Why not?"

Dr. Wells sighed again. "I've done some terrible things. Things the others will not forgive me for."

"What things?"

"I can't tell you. You'd turn from me if I did. I can't- I can't risk losing you."

"What-why?"

"Isn't it obvious? The one thing I told myself was to not get attached. To me, all of you have been dead for centuries. Yet, I could not help but be attached to you. You're smarter than you'd like to believe, more beautiful than you think an you're just so- so you." Dr. Wells sighed again. "This wasn't how I meant to ask, but will you go out with me?

"Like, on a date?"

"Yes, like on a date."

"I'd be happy to, Reverse-Flash."

"Call me Harrison."

"Okay… Harrison."