Previously On The Flash
A mortecian in a blue lab coat walked back into his dark lab.
He was on his fifth cup of coffee
He sighed, unzipping the body bag on the table.
He pressed the tape recorder, "Once again, this is Josh O'Brien speaking on December 22nd, 2015 at 2300 hours. Subject has been post-mortem for well over 48 hours, TOD is still unknown. But boy," a staticy sigh, "She still looks hot. I mean, uh, there are no signs of decay. Subject is "5.11", 118 pounds, mid to late 20s. Female. Scar on left shoulder blade. There are contusions under the finger nails, the skin is swollen and a abnormal level of frost bite. So far, no signs of foul play, probable cause of death: hypothermia."
The young man unzipped the bag further, grabbing a hand to take finger prints.
Her eyes snapped open.
THE FLASH
Her eyes snapped open.
The young man jerked back and shrieked like a little girl.
The woman's eyes were no longer brown but a unnatural light blue with shrunken pupils.
A hand snatched out and grabbed his neck.
It was so cold it instantly turned his neck red with frost bite.
"Aah!" The mortecian squeeked and swallowed, "Sweet Jesus. You're alive!"
The corpse suddenly smirked.
It just made his eyes widen and try and pull away, "HELP! Somebody MMFF!"
The naked very attractive zombie kissed him.
It was the best one he'd ever had.
A sharp flash of pain went through his stomach.
Josh gasped.
She pulled back.
A crushing pain went between his ears and his body felt like it was on fire.
A sudden case of tunnel vision turned everything black as he fell to the floor.
The woman watched the mortecian collapsed to the floor as his head shattered turning into a sudden block of ice.
She stared at her hands apathetically as they turned from a vampiric white to a healthy warm peach tone.
Her eyes flicked up to a mirror.
They were brown.
Caitlin frowned in sudden realisation, "Ronnie."
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Cameras flashed all up and down the CCPD's morgue.
The whole room was frozen over.
A body rested on the floor his head completely blown.
Barry nearly threw up at the sight.
What could have caused this?
"Josh O'Brien. Moved from Bludhaven at five years old, grew up in Keystone, attended third year college with you and Iris," Joe came up behind him, "Has worked for the CCPD for three years, never really had a life outside this mourge. And I'm betting whatever killed him wasn't just another one your run of the mill pre-meta human accidents."
Barry stood, "Joe whatever did this to him was diabolical. Captain Cold couldn't have caused this."
He had the older detectives attention, "So now we have somebody else out there running around with unstoppable control over ice?"
The CSI could only shrug slowly, head shaking, eyes trailing the body.
Then, "Joe I think whatever this was, whoever, wasn't alive to begin with."
He could have slapped him and it would of produced the exact same reaction, "...Keep talking."
Barry held up a baggy with a tape recorder, "Whatever's on this tape will lead us straight to our meta human."
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A cold figure huddled in a stolen army jacket and stood in the night besides a even colder grave.
Tears shimmered in her hazel orbs.
Flash.
HIVE alarms were blaring and flashing red across the entire facility.
Caitlin ran down the corridor.
She stopped when a masked figure jumped out and unleashed an electrical current.
A head slam to the cold hard ground sent her world spinning.
She awoke in a boxed in compartment.
Her breath fogged a small stream of light.
Caitlin scrambled to her knees, crying out and dropping right back down.
The scientist gently grabbed a slowly bleeding head.
Her breath hitched.
Caitlin searched for a way out.
There was a small window she could hardly see through.
Dr. Strange and his crew were outside running tests.
Dawning realization nearly knocked her back over.
She was the test.
This was it.
This was the weapon HIVE had hidden all along.
The thing she was investigating for Oliver and Felecity.
They had led her straight to it.
Caitlin's heart pounded.
Why was she trapped inside it?
Hands slammed against the door.
Lights came on, she could see the blood on her hands.
And the sticky prints on the small compartment door.
Her heels stuck to the icy ground.
It peeled off some of the bottom, sticking to the material.
Caitlin wrapped her arms around her small frame.
Then she screamed.
A light shined in her eyes.
The pupils were unresponsive.
"Sir?"
"Run some more tests, Jerome. She's in there somewhere."
A pause of silence.
"Patience my dear."
A hand so hot it burned her dragged Caitlin to the surface.
She let out a starving gasp of air.
Everything was absolutely, 100% freezing.
The geneticist was experiencing the complete absence of warmth.
Her gaze snapped violently to his hand.
"Caitlin..." a warning. "Don't do anything you'll regret. Calm down, let me explain what happened to you."
Heat.
She swallowed.
The only source of heat in the room.
She had to have it or she would die.
Strange sighed and clicked on the radio, "Adelin, bring in containment. She's awake."
Flash.
Ronnie Raymond.
August 4th, 1988-October 31, 2015
A friend, a husband and a hero.
Caitlin snapped back to the present.
She inhaled sharply.
Heat.
Heat.
Fire Storm.
Why was there no heat?
Caitlin felt like she was dying.
Her hands were returning to the same exact undead parlor she had in the morgue.
It wasn't working.
Freezing him made it last only temporarily.
Her hair was changing.
The red was disappearing.
She needed warmth.
Her frame shook.
Caitlin's eyes landed on a dog walker in the cemetery.
Heat.
THE FLASH
A deep breath.
A long exhale.
Finger nails biting into her palm.
How had she gotten into this mess?
After Roy?
After finally doing something good with her life?
A door opened, "Miss Deardon? The Doctor's willing to see you now."
Thea walked into the man's office.
The AC was on full blast.
It was cold.
A hand wave.
"Please, take a seat."
She did.
"...The test came back positive, Miss Queen."
A century of silence.
..."Miss Queen?"
A broken voice, "Deardon."
"I'm sorry?"
"It's Thea.." she tried not to sob, remaining strong, "Thea Deardon."
A buzzing at the back of her brain tuned out the rest of the world.
"There are certain prescriptions you will be able to take, a few possible treatments your family could afford. I must caution you however. Against spreading the dieses."
She swallowed.
She wanted to scream.
He kept on talking.
She was a superhero!
How on earth did this happen?!
Except...well...
Ollie would kill her.
She would never be able to have sex with Roy.
"I can understand this can be a frustrating time. But there are people who will be able to help you through it."
The secret partner of Green Arrow stood to her feet, "Thank you."
It was wobbly.
A foreign sound to her own ears.
How could she ever tell Ollie?
Tell anyone?
That she was HIV Positive.
Author Notes: Was this done right? Should I continue? Leave your comments below.