Disclaimer: All rights to the Flash belong to the CW. They do not belong to me...nor do all rights to Harry Potter :(
Here's the third chapter! We get to see what happened to our idiotic hero. This one's a bit short, but I can assure you that nearly all chapters to follow will be nearly twice as long. So, without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter Three:
"Go get him," Joe West whispered, breathing heavily as he lay on the ground.
Barry Allen breathed a sigh of relief that his father figure was still alive for only a second before dashing out of the building at top speed. He wore a red suit and streaks of lightning flew out behind him as he moved faster than the blink of an eye. Outside, standing in the middle of the wet, dark road, Barry found his bad-guy. He was bald, skinny, and wore a short-sleeved button down shirt. Barry skidded to a halt.
"Come to finish what the gas chamber couldn't do?" the man asked.
"You're going somewhere you can't hurt anyone ever again," Barry told him firmly, shaking his head a little.
…
The man condensed into his green, gaseous state with a roar and flung himself fruitlessly at the glass door. Standing just outside the pipeline were Barry's three friends—Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, and Harrison Wells. Cisco stood with his arms crossed, his long dark hair tucked behind his ears. Beside him, Dr. Wells sat in his wheelchair. On the other side of Wells was Caitlin, who was looking at the man with apprehension.
"Will it," Caitlin hesitated, "hold?"
"The barrier is powered by an 8.3 tesla superconducting electromagnetic, which is about one hundred times the strength of the Earth's magnetic field," Cisco replied, eyeing the make-shift cell.
"In other words, yes," Dr. Wells added, looking up at Caitlin.
Caitlin nodded and let out a tiny huff. At another one of their prisoner's yells, Wells shook his head with a wry smile. "Hm," he mused shortly. "He's mad. Well, goodnight."
He tapped a few buttons and a large bulkhead closed, cutting off their view of the angry man.
"So, we're just supposed to get used to working above a make-shift prison housing evil people with super powers?" Caitlin asked.
"You can be surprised what you can get used to, Caitlin," Dr. Wells, replied. With that, he turned his automatic wheelchair around and headed up out of the pipeline.
…
Barry was out visiting his father in prison—his father who was unjustly accused of killing his wife. Cisco and Caitlin were leaving to go get ice-cream. This left Dr. Wells in STAR Labs by himself. He sat in the main room, looking at Barry's—The Flash's—red suit. While he sat there his mouth twitched into a grin.
He could vividly remember that day, over nine months ago, when the particle accelerator exploded. Ronnie Raymond died, sealed into the pipeline trying to contain the blast. That was the last day he himself walked freely. But most of all, he remembered watching Barry Allen get struck by lightning from the time vault.
"See you soon, Barry Allen," he whispered, and then wheeled away.
The lights turned out behind him, leaving STAR Labs empty and closed for the night. Everyone returned to their respective homes and went to sleep. But in the heart of the building built by Harrison Wells, a blue light flickered. The air pulsed, condensing like a fog. It rippled, warped, and convulsed like a living organism. Then, without warning a body was catapulted through the void onto the ground.
Young Harrison Wells groaned and attempted to sit up, but his head was throbbing terribly from where it had collided with a dark shape—a desk of some sorts. Harrison fell back to the ground, his head rolled to the side, and he passed out.
…
"Guys?" a voice called out.
Harrison shot up, hitting his head on the desk again. Wincing, he rubbed his head and let out a sigh as a wave of emotions hit him: curiosity as to where he was, anger at himself that he didn't listen to his fiancée, guilt for probably worrying her to death, and then a wave of anxiety that almost made him feel nauseous—his throbbing head didn't help matters.
"Anyone here?" The unknown voice called out once more. There was a brief pause as a young man with long hair walked into the room. "—woah."
The young man, who looked to be around his age (or perhaps just younger), came to a stop—freezing at the sight of Harrison. The scientist was looking around his strange surroundings with curiosity, his feelings of guilt and worry still writhing within his stomach.
"What?" the unknown young man asked, his mouth hanging open. "Wait, what? No, I must be seeing things." He raised a hand to cover his eyes, and then lowered it again. When he saw that Harrison was still standing there, his dark eyebrows drew together in confusion and he muttered, "What are you doing?"
"Trying to figure out," Harrison replied haltingly, "where—I am?"
He walked around the room, looking at the computers and the tech. Catching sight of the Flash's red suit, he came to a halt and peered at it. The unhappy turmoil was slowly ebbing away, leaving a silent, empty feeling that buzzed around his head.
"But—no—you can't," the stranger floundered. "You can't walk. How—? You're walking?"
"Yes—I am," Harrison muttered, confused. He turned to face the man.
"But you've been paralyzed from the waist down ever since the particle accelerator exploded."
"Particle accelerator?" Harrison asked.
"Yeah, you know?" the long haired fellow retorted. "Your particle accelerator? The one that blew up nine months ago? Created a whole bunch of whack-a-zoid criminals with powers."
"Look, uh—" Harrison broke off, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder.
"Cisco," the man informed him slowly, his eyebrows drawn together and his tone suggesting that Harrison should have known his name.
"Cisco," Harrison repeated. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just minding my own business and suddenly I was here…wherever here is."
"So you're not Dr. Wells then," Cisco surmised.
"I—I am Dr. Wells," the dark haired young man muttered, a look of confusion in his eyes. "Dr. Harrison Wells."
"This," Cisco said, holding up a hand, "is weird."
The moment was interrupted by a loud shriek. Harrison and Cisco both jumped out of their skins, turning away from each other to see Caitlin standing in the doorway, holding her hands up to her mouth, her chocolate colored curls framing her pale face. Holding out a shaky finger, she said, "Y-you're walking! H-how?"
"Uhhhh," the two young men said with hesitation, looking at each other.
"What's going on here?"
Behind Caitlin sat Dr. Wells—well, the other Dr. Wells—in his wheelchair.
Cisco let out a little scream, jumping and spinning around to look at the Wells in the wheelchair, to the Wells standing in the center of the cortex, and back to the other. He held out a shaky finger and breathed, "Whoa…doppelgangers?"
Dr. Wells rolled forward and put a finger up to his lips thoughtfully at the sight of his doppelganger. "Well this is interesting," he muttered, almost to himself.
"I guess you could put it that way," Harrison said faintly, staring in return.
"May I ask how you got here?" Dr. Wells asked.
"Where is—here?" Harrison retorted, looking around in a dazed manner.
"You are in STAR Labs," his look-alike replied.
Harrison's mouth fell open and he looked around in renewed wonder.
"STAR…Labs," he breathed. Then he let out a laugh. "Scientific Technological Advanced Research Laboratories…I actually did it—or will do it I suppose ."
That made sense. Perhaps he was in the future. The young man had no idea how he had managed to time travel or why, but at the moment it seemed the most viable answer. Dr. Wells tilted his head with curiosity and rubbed his lip thoughtfully.
"Dr. Wells," he addressed the younger version of himself, sounding out the name as though he had never heard it before. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"Well," Harrison muttered, trailing off slightly, trying to reach into his memory and figure out what happened. "I was on the waterfront with Tess…" he trailed off as another wave of guilt hit him. He shoved it aside, trying to focus on the task at hand. Things were becoming foggier in his mind. "We were talking about building STAR Labs, and this thing appeared."
"What 'thing'?" Dr. Wells asked, rolling forward slightly in his chair. He was leaning forward, hanging onto every single one of Harrison's disjointed words. He had a hand resting on his chin and his green eyes shone bright through his glasses.
Harrison delved into his memories, attempting to find words to describe what he saw. Suddenly, something intruded in on his mind.
"Let go of me!"
It was dark and he was struggling against two hooded figures.
"I'm sorry," said a man that stood before him, wearing a lab coat and glasses. He had sandy blonde hair and a square face. Suddenly he started forward, thrust a knife into his side, threw out his hands, and a portal just like the one that sent him into the future appeared. "I can't do that."
And with that the hooded figures tossed him through the portal and everything went black.
Harrison stood in the center of STAR Labs frozen, unsure of what he just saw.
"Dr. Wells?" Caitlin asked nervously, stepping forward slightly. When she said this, both of their heads turned. "Are you all right?"
"Can't we just call this one something other than Dr. Wells?" Cisco asked. "I'm gonna get confused. We could just call him Harry."
"Harrison," he corrected. "Call me Harrison. Only my parents call me Harry."
"Ok, well, Harrison," Cisco indicated to the younger Wells, "Dr. Wells," he indicated to the older, "I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna get to work."
The young man didn't mind all that much that these people weren't bothering him or trying to press him to tell them more. Content to go and figure out his situation, he made his way towards the door, but as he walked past his older doppelganger, the man held out a hand.
"What are you doing?" Harrison asked.
"You cannot leave this facility," Dr. Wells said quietly. "I am a very infamous man in this time. If people see you walking around…"
"They would be just a little overwhelmed," Harrison finished.
"So you understand why you have to stay here," Dr. Wells asked, receiving a nod. "And another thing. This—is your future. If you find out too much, it may disrupt the timeline. If you stay here and listen in to anything that's going on, you—have—to—repeat—everything—the—exact—same—way. Do you understand me? Otherwise there's no telling what disasters may happen."
Harrison observed the very serious man sitting before him, wondering what happened to him that made him like this—almost like an entirely different person.
"All right," he nodded nonchalantly, and walked to the door. "Where am I going to sleep?"
…
"So there are two of Dr. Wells?" Barry asked, looking efficiently confused. Harrison and his counterpart nodded. Barry Allen was a young man—also slightly younger than Harrison from what he'd guess. He was tall, thin, and had light brown hair.
"And we don't know why?" the speedster continued, receiving two affirmatives. "So we're helping send him back."
Cisco, Kaitlin, and the two Wells shared looks.
"He is just staying here until he figures out how to get home," Dr. Wells replied.
Barry looked between the four of them, asking, "What? We can help him! Five heads are better than one."
"It's fine," Harrison muttered, holding up his hands. "I prefer to work alone."
"Guys," Barry tried, turning to the others.
Dr. Wells looked resolute, but Cisco and Caitlin looked at each other thoughtfully.
"Barry is right," Caitlin finally said. "We have some of the best minds here at STAR Labs. If we work together, we can find something out together. Let us help you."
Harrison crossed his arms and looked around at all of them. He rubbed his lip. He ran his hands through his hair making it even messier than before.
"Fine," he finally said. "I just—I don't want to see too much."
Dr. Wells gave him a nod.
"We can't help that," Cisco said. "You're here—you'll end up seeing stuff anyways."
"I guess," Harrison muttered, not really believing the man but not quite in the mood to argue.
"Well," Barry smiled. "It looks like we're a team. Dr. Wells helped me after the particle accelerator blew—now it's my turn to help him by helping you."
Harrison shook his head, unsure of if he even deserved help.
Most of you probably saw that one coming! I just couldn't resist myself! Please review you thoughts.
~LittleMissMycroft
