Harrison Wells x Reader

You couldn't stand the fact that he was here, acting as if he was genuinely interested in helping Barry, when in reality all he wanted was to be the savior of his own Earth, Earth-2. At least that was the conclusion you had come to, but you were willing to bet you weren't that far off from the truth.

"Do you have a problem with me?" Harrison asked as he tampered with some machine at the small table he had claimed in Cisco's work room.

You looked up from the screen in front of you and saw that he had stopped what he was working on and was watching you with those intense blue eyes, the same eyes you had admired just over six months ago.

"Is it that obvious?" You said sarcastically.

"Care to let me in on what I did wrong?"

"Why do you care?" You took off your glasses and cleaned them with the sleeve of your dress.

"As Dr. Snow and Mr. Allen said, we're a team, and the members need to be able to at least tolerate each other, and it doesn't seem like you tolerate me very well."

"And why should? You're only here for the glory, right?"

Harrison's eyes widened, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What glory?"

"If you stop Zoom, you can go back to Earth-2 and tell them all that you single handedly took down him down and they'll all consider you a God because you save their city."

"You're wrong." He stated simply, pushing himself to stand up and removing his glasses as well.

"Am I? Really? Then why are you here? Why are you helping Barry?" You stationed you hands on you hips, fixing with a look that easily said I-don't-believe-or-trust-you-at-all.

"You weren't there when Ramon told everyone about the Vibe he had about me, were you?"

"No, I was down here trying to find away to stop the metahumans, that you created, from getting through the Breaches."

The Earth-2 scientist came close and soon leaned back against the table directly across from you. He kept his eyes on you, studying you. "I came here to help Barry, stop Zoom, because Zoom has my daughter."

Your eyes widened at the mention of a daughter, you had had no idea he'd even been married let alone that he'd had a child. "I didn't know you had a daughter," you muttered quietly, suddenly feeling very guilty about the way you had been acting towards him.

Harrison nodded and ran a hand down his face, stopping it so that it rested on his chin.

"What's her name?" You questioned cautiously, not wanting to set him off.

"Jesse."

"That's a nice name," you said truthfully, you had always wanted to name your own daughter that one day, it had been your favorite name since you were ten. "What's she like?"

"She's…" he paused, unsure of how to proceed in describing the one good thing he still had in his life. "She's incredible. She's so bright, she graduated high school at fifteen. And she has this amazing smile that can light up any room. She's so optimistic and full of joy, even after her mother died she never lost her light."

You smiled unknowingly as a smile grew on Harrison's face. You could tell that just talking about his daughter made him happy and that she was an important part of his life.

"She really does sound incredible," you said, not letting your smile fall, even when he noticed it.

"You know, when I met you, I thought there was something familiar about you, but I couldn't put my finger on it, and then I realized, the reason you seemed familiar was because of how alike you and Jesse are. You two would've gotten along so well." He let out a chuckle which made your smile grow, it was a sound you didn't hear often and you found that you like it.

"We'll get her back, I can't wait to meet her."

Harrison raised his gaze so that his eyes could lock with yours. The corners of his lips tugged upwards in a smile. "Thank you, (y/n)."

You nodded, "Of course Harrison."

That was the first time you'd called him by his name, you'd been avoiding it because you knew saying it would make it too real, but as it rolled off of your tongue, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

You had been wrong about Earth-2 Harrison Wells. Very wrong. He had his own motive for helping Barry, yes, but it was a good one. You glanced over at him, silently watching as he began messing with the same machine from earlier. Maybe Harrison Wells wasn't as bad of a person as you had originally thought.


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