West didn't get near as far as he hoped. As soon as he re-entered Central City, his father tripped him (yes, tripped him - Emily was never going to let him live that down), and he went down, gaining a pretty nasty road rash on the way.

"Ow," he groaned, pushing himself up as best he could. "Thank god I inherited the healing factor."

"Who are you?" his father asked.

West flipped over, still lying on the ground, but getting a better view if his father. "Well, my birth certificate says Weston Edward Allen. But with that fall, my memory might be a little scrambled."

"Allen?" his father repeated.

West smirked, deciding that the earful he was bound to get from Emily was so worth the chance to mock his dad.

"Yeah, see, I'm from the future. Weston, West? Grandpa Joe still gets teary eyed, and it's been 17 years." He finally stood up, taking the time to dust the gravel off his suit. "Hey, can we get some take out? Running back over 20 years takes a lot of energy."

The Flash was frozen, his arms crossed and a mixture of panic and confusion swamping his features. "STAR Labs," he ground out. "Now."

West paused. Barry wasn't even a dad yet, how the hell did he perfect that scary tone already?

Barry took off first, going fast enough that West had to pump his legs harder just to stay even with his old man.

Except, he wasn't old. Really, he was only a few years older than West himself.

When they reached the cortex, West slid a good three feet before he came to a complete stop. Uncle Cisco smirked, and Caitlin smacked him on the back of the head for it. Joe stood with his arms crossed, looking him up and down, making West feel uncomfortable.

His father had taken off his mask, and for the first time, he could actually see the resemblance. He had his mother's dark hair and skin tone, but he had his father's green eyes and facial structure.

"Cool," West smirked. "Now I know how Emily feels standing next to her mom."

"Who's Emily?" Barry asked, then held up his hand. "Never mind. Don't tell me. If you're really my son, you should know better than to go back in time. Especially 20 years!"

"Well it's not like I was given much of a choice, Dad. It was either this, or we fight the Corpse-Clone back in my time with terrible, terrible odds."

"Corpse-Clone?" Cisco asked. "Did I die or something? Because there is no way I would let a terrible name like that go pass me."

West furrowed his brows. "You came up with it."

Barry smirked, but stopped his amusement when West grinned.

"Anyway, I know better than to give away information." West raised his goggles, and plopped down on the chair next to his mother. "So, how much do you guys have on Chuck Kinkead?"

Joe shook his head. "Kid, that's the guy you just put in jail."

West jolted, falling out of his chair in the process. "Oh shit."

"You're telling me that you came back in time to bag a Meta, and you just delivered him to the police?" Barry asked.

"Awe, man!" West stood from his seat, and lowered his goggles again. "Cait, prepare a cell."

He took off, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar and yanked off his feet by his father.

Joe held up his hand. "You can't just put a guy in jail for assault and then take him out an hour later accusing him of being a Metahuman," he pointed out. "He hasn't done anything."

West glared at his grandfather. "Listen, Gramps, I know this isn't protocol, but where I come from, we take out the Meta's first and then put them on trial. You can't give him the chance to destroy us."

"What does this guy do?" Barry asked. "How serious is he?'

West shuffled his feet. "Well, his name is the Corpse-Clone, and when he walks, it's like life and death battle it out. Uncle Cisco said he raises the dead and takes control."

"He raises the dead?" Caitlin gasped. "How could he...?"

"He was a grave digger," West explained. "A really bad, really creepy grave digger. And we can't take him down alone. Mr. Queen - I mean, Oliver - said we needed all the help we could get. Emily is in Starling now."

"This Emily is...?"

"Emily Queen, my girlfriend," West clarified. "Daughter of Oliver and Felicity."

"Oh my god," Cisco paled, "you poor boy."

"Tell me about it," West grumbled. "He threatened to break my legs the first time I picked her up for a date. I mean, they would heal, but still. Ow."

"Okay, so Emily is getting her... parents." Barry shook his head as if to clear it before continuing, "And... And you're getting yours?"

West nodded.

"And for some reason, future us sent you two back to help take down a Metahuman we don't even have on file."

"Well, Cisco sent us back, but otherwise, sounds about right," West shrugged.

"But then, shouldn't Corpse-Clone have already been defeated?" Cisco asked.

West shrugged, raising his hand in mock surrender. "I dunno, man, you're the guy who can see through the vibration things."

"I don't know how to control it," Cisco stated. "I didn't even know until about a month ago."

"Well, then, call the League." West received blank looks, and he cringed. "I wasn't supposed to mention them, was I?"

Barry groaned. "I hate time travel."