++++++ A/N: As you may all know, the Christmas season is upon us which for most of us FF writers means that our updates get a bit few and far between. There is the possibility that I will not get a chance to update any story on Friday. Christmas day is pretty hectic around here.

Anyway...regarding BtF-I had originally planned for Barry to discover Charlie's meta-human status later on but after a month long search of all the Flash FanFics I can find, many of the sister-fics have them as meta-humans but Barry doesn't know. So basically Charlie will just come right out and tell him.

So I hope you enjoy.

I do not own ++++++

Six

And the dinner I had planned that night didn't go ahead.

Joe bailed through Iris and Iris bailed via text alongside Barry so to blow of some steam, I decided that I was needed in desperate need to patrol. I put on my suit and domino mask, changed my hair and then I went out. I managed to find Joe and his partner-from henceforth his name is now Detective Douchebag-what's with that hair? And the smile?

So I followed him.

Joe and Detective Douchebag got out of the car at a warehouse and after a calculated look around, they went inside and out of my view.

"Too easy," I smirked. I melted in through an open vent and found myself inside where Joe and Detective Douchebag were talking to a guy by the name of Stagg.

"You honestly think that someone wants to kill me?"

"Well," Joe frowned, "we're not sure, Mr Stagg, but an event you were being honoured at was robbed at gunpoint and your head of security was found murdered this morning."

"I am a scientist and a philanthropist," he argued. "We're not often the targets of assassins."

"Well what about lawsuits?" Detective Douchebag asked. "You got about twenty of those pending against you."

Stegg snorted. "It's a sad fact of life, Detective, that when you earn a lot of money, people who haven't think they can take yours."

"People like this guy, for example?" Joe asked. Unfortunately I couldn't see from my position.

"Danton Black?" he frowned.

"Danton Black," Joe repeated. "You fired him. Now he's suing you."

"Unfortunately, our working relationship wasn't successful," Stegg defended, "but I can assure you both of one thing. Danton Black is not a killer. He's a clinical researcher, not a criminal mastermind. Now if I can help you in anyway, please let me know. I want these people caught as much as you."

"Then here we are!"

My eyes widened when I saw three clones of the same man.

"DOWN!" Joe shouted.

I threw my arm out as bullets flew towards Joe and his partner, the ground below them cracked as I pulled water out from the pipes below their feet, turning it into a thick wall of ice. "Nobody dies on my watch!" I snapped. I dove off the section of shelving I was sitting on and landed on the ground in front of my ice wall. "Oh…this is new…three at once…I'm not that kind of girl."

Yeah vigilante me was a big ball of sass-no different from regular me I suppose.

"Who are you?" they demanded to know, holding their assault rifles up.

I cocked my head to the side and gasped in mock hurt. "You don't know me? Well…friends call me Pisces. Wanna be my friend?" I raised my arms and pulled water from the pipes beneath our feet as a flash of lightning zoomed past me. "What took you so long?" I teased as I took out two of the clones. I knew that this was Barry-the media was calling him the Blur.

"Who are you?" he demanded to know.

I rolled my eyes. "Name's Pisces. Look me up. Really I'm offended, like super offended." I pulled more water from the drain pipes to use as projectile objects. "Batter up, ass wipe." I flung the projectiles at Danton Black and his clones.

The Blur wrapped his arm around my waist and ran off. I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of an alley on the other side of town. "This isn't your fight. I don't need another Meta-human. I can handle this."

"It's because I've got boobs, right?" I asked, getting some joy out of messing with my brother. "You feel that this considerable small, yet fantastic figure can't handle the crime fighting lifestyle. Look me up-I'm very popular in Starling City."

He disappeared in a flash of lightning.

"Oh yeah I'm gonna kick your ass," I smirked.

I was sitting on the control panel flicking through a science magazine when Barry and his little team came in talking about clones followed by what they were having for lunch. "Oh hey took you're sweet time getting here," I smirked, pretending to read an article on climate change. "Thought you were the fastest man alive-gotta suck having that title when it comes to women."

"You're back!" Caitlin exclaimed. "Barry, this is the meta-human Cisco and I were telling you about that was from Starling."

"Well I was at the crime scene first and this one comes in faster than a speeding bullet come in and whisks me away like I can't defend myself," I answered. "Friends call me Pisces, by the way. So much better than Aphrodite. Do I look like the Goddess of Love?" I sat the magazine down. "So how do we do this? Huh? Do I get my own crime fighting team?"

"So you have a name now?" Wells questioned, coming in on his wheelchair. "Your entrance into the lab was spectacular by the way. You literally melted through the cracks. Are you one hundred percent water?" he inquired. "Much better than the last time you were here I must say."

I shrugged. "When I want to be I suppose."

"I did some digging when you first appeared in Starling City," he told me, "Pisces-your first heroic act was jump of a bridge and save a family with two very impressive giant ice arms. Very brave."

I shrugged and sighed. "Got any spare clothes? I hate to change in the nude."

"There's some STAR Labs gear in the locker room," Wells replied.

I jumped off the counter and walked into put some clothes on. When I came out, I reached over and pressed the button on the watch that held my suit. The nanobots started to change colour and disappear back into watch. My hair started to change colour and I sat back on the counter to read that magazine. "Hey did you read this article on climate change? I could really get someone to translate what this shit means."

"Charlie?" Barry gasped. "You're a-"

I grinned. "Yeah. I'm a-what do you call them? Meta-human. I prefer superhero."

"What are your limits?" Wells asked me, looking me over.

"Can we not do this right now?" Barry asked him. "This is my sister-my meta-human-"

"Combat trained, field tested, more experience hero," Wells answered. "I have my reservations about the vigilantes in Starling City-I take it you trained with them?"

I nodded. "Yes. You'll never meet a group of finer, more dedicated people, Doctor Wells. I never did get to say thank you for making the cure to the Mirakuru. It helped-more than you three will ever know."

Barry grabbed my arm. "Excuse me but we need to talk in private." I blinked and found Barry and I standing in the middle of the street. "Does Joe even know you're back?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Like he cares, Barry. And yes, before you ask-Iris does know that I'm back. I went to her first."

"Charlie you can't run around and do this!" Barry objected.

"Fight crime?" I snapped. "You fight crime!" I couldn't believe it! I was there in the Arrowcave when Barry called Oliver to meet him for some advice. "It's because I'm your little sister, is that it? You know I was there, Barry. I heard every word you said to Oliver about being a hero!"

"I've spent my whole life searching for the impossible, never imagining that I would become the impossible." Barry sounded lost, confused and hurt.

"So why come to me?" Oliver inquired. "Something tells me you didn't just run six hundred miles to say hi to a friend."

"All my life, I've wanted do just do more…be more…and now I am. And the first chance I get to help someone. I screw up," Barry confessed. "What if Wells is right? What if I'm not a hero? What if I'm just some guy who was struck by lightning?"

"I don't think that bolt of lightning struck you, Barry," Oliver smiled. "I think it chose you."

Barry sighed. "I'm just not sure I'm like you, Oliver. I don't know if I can be some vigilante."

"You can be better," Oliver assured him. "Because you can inspire people in a way that I never could. Watching over your city like a guardian angel. Making a difference. Saving people. In a flash. Take your own advice. Wear a mask."

Barry blinked. "You heard that?" he asked.

"Maybe before you make up your mind about 'allowing' me to fight crime," I snapped, "maybe you should take a look and see what I've done in Starling City. I've saved lives, Barry. I finally found a purpose in life, something to do, something to be. I'm better and you just want to shit all over that! I thought I could trust you, Barry. Guess I was wrong." I turned around and walked away, wishing I had my phone on me. I needed to talk to my best friend.