It's been a few hours now since both myself and Barry discovered we weren't exactly the same as before we got hit by lightning, since we discovered we weren't the two people we once were before that one fateful night, since I found out I was officially a freak.

And above every emotion I was feeling, it was fear I was feeling the hardest hit from. If I'm honest, I'm absolutely terrified of what I'd become, knowing I would never be the same ever again. I haven't felt fear like this since finding my father's body.

What am I gonna do now?. How can I carry on day after day, just wake up in the morning knowing I have these freaky-ass powers?. Most of all, how can I be around Cisco now that I'm...God knows what?. Once he finds out about my powers, he won't want to be around me let alone be my friend anymore.

I have a feeling Barry is feeling pretty much the same as I'm feeling right now though he's slightly more optimistic then I am about the whole thing. As terrified as I am, I'm glad I'm not alone in this.

We'd both woken from a nine month coma into a whole new world, one in which we could both run at super fast speeds, the only difference being the colour that comes off us as we run, his being bright red, mine being pure white just like the streak in my hair.

It had taken us a good hour or so to return to S.T.A.R Labs where not surprisingly Caitlin had given both of us a scolding, something which would have normally amused me. And she'd put us both through numerous tests and examinations making me feel a little like Steve Rogers after he'd had the serum to become a super soldier.

Dr. Wells had quite naturally become fascinated by the two of us which hadn't helped lessen my fear. He may have become like family to me, but there were moments where I couldn't figure him out. Doesn't help that none of us at S.T.A.R Labs knew much about his past.

Then there's that nagging feeling gnawing away at my brain aswell as my guts that there could be more people out there who were affected by the explosion remembering all too well that shockwave that had hit the entire city. What if there's more folks out there with strange abilities?.

"You don't believe they can run that fast, do you?," Caitlin asks, her conversation with Wells being heard from inside the S.T.A.R Labs van where myself and Barry are, the team having taken us to some disused runway.

"Well, I believe anything is possible and in a few minutes maybe you will too."

"How does it fit?," Cisco asks watching Barry step out of the van, his lean, toned figure now clad in a bright red lycra suit, a red helmet on his head, a pair of googles covering his eyes.

I follow him out a few seconds later feeling incredibly awkward, myself in a similar get-up, but one in white and blue, my hands pulling at the material a little. I still find it hard to look Cisco in the eye, staring down at my feet.

"It's a little snug," Barry answers, his equal discomfort evident in his voice.

"At least you'll be moving so fast, no one will see you. See, you and Raven thought the world was slowing down. It wasn't. You were moving so fast, it only looked like everyone else was standing still. Dr. Wells will be monitoring your energy output and Caitlin your vitals."

"And what do you do?."

"I make the toys, man."

"He's our regular little Q, Barr," I grin looking at him, still trying desperately not to look at Cisco.

"This is a two-way headset with a camera I modified typically to combat battlefield impulse noise. Or in both your cases, potential sonic booms. Which would be awesome."

I snort, my grin widening a little hearing him talk about potentially serious things like they're the most amazing things in the world. It was one of the things that made me fall for him, his childlike enthusiasm.

And that grin falls away a little hearing Barry and Caitlin talk, hearing her mention Ronnie, the pain over losing him hitting me in the gut all over again making me swallow hard trying not to break down all over again, feeling sick and tired of crying.

I feel a hand land on my shoulder making me jump a little, finding that hand belongs to Cisco finally finding the courage to look at him, our eyes meeting and locking. And he smiles weakly, his hand dropping down to find mine, squeezing it gently before he slips the helmet back on my head having removed it so he can attach the camera to it.

"Now as eager as I am to determine the full range of your abilities, I do caution restraint," Wells says looking between me and Barry.

"You got it, Doc," I smirk getting a bit of an eye roll back in return, walking out with Barry to the edge of the runway moving into position on the ground, my feet slotting into two plates, a little like what runners use at the Olympics, Barry doing the same.

I close my eyes feeling the power course through me, opening them a few seconds later. Then I push myself forward, starting to run, glancing to the side of me seeing Barry running at the same speed I am. I grin wildly at him, pushing myself faster and harder, overtaking him unable to resist letting out a squeal.

I don't know what went wrong, but I find I'm suddenly running alone, Barry nowhere to be found making me stop, spinning around. Then I see him lying on the ground in amongst some water barrels clearly having run into them.

I speed back to him dropping to my knees seeing he's obviously in a lot of pain, holding his arm up, his wrist at a funny angle. Something had obviously distracted him and deep down I know exactly what it was.

"Looks like you had a distal radius fracture, Barr."

"What do you mean had?," Barry asks looking at the x-ray of his arm, whatever injury he'd sustained having somehow miraculously healed.

"It's healed. In three hours," Caitlin explains.

"How is that even possible?."

"We don't know. Yet."

"You really need to learn how to stop," Cisco grins.

"What happened out there?. You were moving pretty well and then something caused you to lose focus," Wells asks, wheeling closer to him.

"I started remembering something. When I was eleven, my mother was murdered. It was late. The sound woke me up. I came downstairs and...i saw what looked like a ball of lightning. Inside the lightning...there was a man. He killed my mom. They arrested my dad. He's still sitting in Iron Heights for her murder. Everyone, the cops, the shrinks, they all told me what I saw was impossible. But what if the man who killed my mom was like me and Raven?," Barry says.

"Well, I think I can say unequivocally, you are two of a kind."

"But...but what if we're not," I think still unable to get rid of this feeling that there's more affected people out there.

And what if not all of them are especially nice?.

AN: I am also publishing this story on Ao3. My username is Bexyrogers41.