100 Days of Arrowverse 2017 Volume B: The Flash & Legends of Tomorrow
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"OF MANY EARTHS"
(The Flash: Jesse Wells, part 4 of 5)
How could she not be drawn to think of the future? The power she had been given put the ability within her grasp to see past, present, and future, but that wasn't so much what she thought of. The future that concerned her was not the one she could run to but the one that one day would be hers, not to be altered by turning back the clock to prevent it. She knew better than to play around with all of that, she believed she did, but she couldn't know it all, could she? There may come a day where something might come to challenge her convictions.
Until that day, the only future she had to ponder was the inevitable kind. One day her life would be something else, something different. What would she be, where would she be? Still out there? Still running, mask on and all? Sometimes she would think about it, not because she was so concerned over it in the day to day, but because… she missed people, or she came up against a great shock, a loss, a fear she could not shake. And when those moments would come…
'Stop,' her heart would say. 'Stop, look back… Think, look ahead.'
This was her life, maybe not every day, but most days, especially here. From day one, she'd been forced to learn the dangers that came hand in hand with this life. And some of those days she just thought this couldn't possibly be her life, and definitely not for the rest of her life. But how could she even explain it without anyone thinking she couldn't handle it; she could already see them look at her that way a lot of the time.
In the midst of all those dangers, when she could have a normal day, when she could feel like a normal person, it was something she could only cherish. Working with her father, or watching movies with Wally… hanging out with her team here on Earth 3 and not thinking about where she was, where she was from or where she should be…
But then she would run and, oh, she would not trade it in, not ever. There was absolutely nothing like that feeling, and there were only those few like her who could know what that feeling was. How often could anyone say that? She still remembered the first time she had run like that, but she could not remember what it was like not to have that ability.
Maybe what she feared the most was to lose that sensation, not only for what it might feel like, but what would have gotten her there, to feel so let down by what she could – or could not – do, that she would lose the vibrant joy that it now gave her. If she didn't know that it would do anything but calm her down, she'd be running now.
Instead, she was back on the couch, letting the sounds of this Central City do everything they could to lull her to sleep. This was one more day behind her. Tomorrow would be a new day, and it wouldn't matter that she'd stumbled, or that she'd been left battling to reach sleep that wouldn't come for her. It would come. It had to. Oh she had to sleep eventually.
And then it dawned on her. Maybe she was still awake for a reason. She had seen something earlier, while she was chasing down the gold thief. She'd seen something, and now she knew what to do, how to get her.
Tomorrow. She'd get her tomorrow, no point in doing a thing now. As it was, the moment she'd solved her problem, all the tension seeped out of her, and sleep pulled her in like an embrace and she was out. In the morning, she would have her team, and before they knew it, Lisa Snart's thieving days would be brought to a halt. The past couldn't touch her, the future was far away, and the present was right here, right now, Jesse Quick looking after the city just as she was supposed to.
See you tomorrow in Volume A for Arrow!