A/N: Hey, here with the next chapter. Once again I own nothing but the plot and my OCs. Enjoy.


Chapter Three:Meeting Wells and Well..Daymares?

Cisco Ramon looked around the house. The living room seemed as though it was barely used. The only television was an old fashioned box set that looked as though it came straight out of the 90's, but in the back of the room was a desk with a high powered laptop. So they aren't anti-tech? Cisco mused. Just anti-television? Weird. Usually a foster family wouldn't like to have too much tech. He remembered one instance, back when he was still living with Hunter. He'd tried to mess with one of Hunter's experiments, an AI that he had been working towards creating. After that instance, Hunter had banished the tech to one room in the back of the apartment and he and Cisco would take an hour a day, no more no less, to work on tech related projects. The rest of the time would be spent with him helping Cisco with schoolwork or just simply talking, usually through one of the nightmares, a recurring tradition that had seemed to help, at least until the news of the deployment.

"Cisco," Hanna's voice broke through. "Did you hear me?"

"Huh…?" Cisco shook his head. "Sorry, I guess I spaced out for a second there. What were you saying?"

"I was asking what you thought about this place." Hanna gave an amused smile, but Cisco had learned to see when adults thought something weird was going on, and Hanna definitely had that look.

"Oh...uh…" What did he think? It was definitely different. Not nearly as small as the apartment, not nearly as uselessly massive as the Queens' mansion. The property itself though...Cisco knew that despite the humble means, Dr. Wells had to have some sort of influence, or at least formerly did. Most of the property was taken up by the old lab building. "It's cool." That was one thing he could say for certain. Living within a hair's breadth of the lab would definitely mean he wouldn't be bored. "Kinda strange though." That was another thing. Cisco couldn't put his finger on why, but something about this place made his hair stand on end.

Hanna nodded. "New place, I'm sure it'll take some getting used to."

"Mrs. Jordan, hello." A new voice joined the conversation, brusque, distinctly male. Cisco looked over toward the door to see a man standing in the entryway. His hands were clasped in front of him. His eyes never lingered, that is, until they met Cisco's. "I take it you are the one that's going to be staying with us."

Cisco swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling as though he was behind a piece of glass. Should he answer? "Y...yes…Yes Sir."

The man's lips quirked. It would barely be recognizable as a smile. "If you must know, you can call me Harrison...or Dr. Wells if you feel you have to stay with formality." The man held out a hand. "What do I call you?"

"Cisco...Cisco Ramon." Cisco said. He grabbed the man's hand, and suddenly he was no longer in the living room.

" , thank you...for the opportunity I mean. I know you didn't have to…" Cisco was watching as a young man stood in a lab, wide eyed with a cup of coffee in one hand, the other pumping Harrison Wells' hand eagerly.

"I simply thought you deserved an opportunity to do your own work on your own merit." Harrison Wells said. He looked down at the hand pumping his with an unreadable expression.

Just as quickly it was gone. Both Wells and Hanna were looking at Cisco in concern.

"Are you alright?"

Cisco blinked, noticing he was still holding Harrison's hand. He quickly let go backing away a few steps. "Uh...yeah. Yep...migraine." He pointed to his forehead.

"I'll go get some aspirin." Hanna said. "Would you mind directing me Dr. Wells?"

"Certainly." Wells nodded, but his eyes stayed slightly longer on the boy in front of him. "This way."


Jesse watched the social worker and her father leave the living room, and head in the direction of...the medicine cabinet? Why would they be going to the medicine cabinet? She peeked into the living room to see Cisco sitting on the couch trembling with his head in his hands.

"Hey...I know my dad can be a bit intimidating, but was it really that bad?" She sat beside him.

"Oh!" Cisco suddenly sat up. "Uh...too fast…ow..." He shook his head. "No, Migraine." He winced. "Sorry...Jesse right?"

"You got it." Jesse nodded. She looked him up and down. He was shivering. "Does it...happen a lot?"

Cisco shrugged. "Dunno…"

"You don't know?" Jesse said. "Cisco…"

Cisco seemed to realize what he had said shaking his head quickly. "Not that much. It's fine."

Jesse dropped the subject, reluctantly. "So did my dad make you call him Dr. Wells?" She smirked, but her eyes still held some hidden concern.

"He...gave the option?" Cisco's face pinched. "It was weird."

"That's Dad for you." Jesse laughed. "You'll get used to him."

"I guess…"

"Hey...can I show you something cool?" Jesse said. "After breakfast tomorrow, I think you'll like it."

"Uh…" Cisco looked at her. He nodded slowly. "Sure."

"Sweet. I've been dying to show someone. None of my friends from school want to come. Think it's insane."

Cisco was beginning to second guess saying yes. "Is it?"

Jesse shrugged. "Depends, do you know about the Particle Accelerator?"

"A...bit…sort of…"

Cisco was going to probe more when they were interrupted by the return of Wells and Hanna with aspirin in hand. Cisco had never been more relieved to see a glass of water.


A/N: So...thoughts? Let me know what you think. I'd love to know.