By far, the biggest chapter and I want to give a HUGE thanks to my new fans…

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Eobard POV

He rolled over in his bed… for some reason, he was always cold…always…

He curled up tighter and felt something warm against his face, a very earthy scent hit him, forcing his wide blue eyes open.

"What the fuck!" He snapped and saw a furry black blob fling itself off the bed and ricochet out the window.

"Uhhh…" He fumbled with the sheets and looked at the dusty mark on the pillow beside his head.

How the hell had he'd manage to get a cat in his house?

He rose from the bed, rubbing the loose patches on his thighs before reaching the window.

"Hmm…" He closed the window and saw a tiny black mass of fur under the bush in his front yard, wide eyes stared, catching the echo of light in its retinas.

"Dammit…" He felt bad for the animal, but he didn't have time for saving every animal he ran across…

He rubbed his face and headed for the bathroom and peeled back the patches and tossed them away. He looked at the pink skin beneath them.

"Not too bad…" He ghosted his fingers over the sensitive flesh, letting out a slight hiss. He checked his cabinet and discovered that he only had one patch left in his box.

"Dammit" He muttered, Now I have to go to the damned pharmacy…

He hated….loathed any kind of shopping. EVERYONE stared while he would wheel around with a fake smile and buy stuff in the tiny ass roller cart. It was like the stigma of Harrison Wells would never leave him; to be honest with himself, he wasn't really sure how to go back to the way he was originally in the first place. Did he miss his copper hair? He ghosted his palm through his hair.

"Nahhh…." He shrugged and padded down the hall with a slight spring in his step.

"Ughh…" He groaned like a teenager and stared at the bath like it was his doom. He wasn't ready for that kind of pain….torture really. His cell phone buzzed in the other room and he stalked over, snatching it up in his fist, seeing that it was Barry, he lightened his tone as best as he could so the kid couldn't tell how miffed he was.

"Hello Barry." He smiled, despite the use of familiarity that rang in his tone….Need to remember to watch that….he thought to himself.

"Breakfast?" Eobard chewed his lip and glanced at the clock….

"Yeah, I could eat." He answered without thinking too much of it. He thought they'd go somewhere, but Barry had in mind that he'd bring something instead. He smiled and clicked the phone off, nearing the edge of his bed and fell on his back, watching the circles slide across the ceiling. He had no idea how they really got there, probably a trick of his peripheral vision, but he'd always remembered them slowly sliding across the ceiling when he wasn't focusing his vision anywhere specific. He placed a hand against his stomach and felt the cool skin beneath his palm. He closed his eyes and groaned, rolling up from the bed and yanking off his black socks and headed for the goddam bathtub. He turned on the tap and stuck his hand in only to tear it away with a zap.

"Jesus…" He stuck his hand beneath his other arm to warm it up, the water was freezing! He got up and pulled off his briefs and tossed them at the hamper, missing the edge.

He rolled his eyes and gingerly stuck his foot into the rising bathwater. He felt a warm wave rise around him, causing his skin to prickle over. A deep sigh left his mouth and he curled up into the warmth. A dull throb reached his thighs and grew sharper when he bent his knee back to situate himself better in the large tub. Eobard felt himself get half hard when he turned over, and turned on the water jets. He mewled slightly, enjoying the sensations of pressure massaging his muscles that always seemed to be cold. He kept his legs up higher, so they would get hurt any further. He stayed there like that, simmering for fifteen minutes before he glanced at the clock and forced himself to get out. He reached behind himself and pulled off an oversized grey towel, shrouding himself in it and shaking.

"F…uck…" His lip started to tremble and he hurried to his dresser, grabbing all he could quickly, but at a normal human speed. He slipped on a black S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt and stepped into a pair of maroon briefs. He felt around his bedside for the patches he'd left there earlier and gingerly placed them on the worst spot of his wound, sine he'd had to cut one square in half. He then got his black dress pants and slipped on his saddleback shoes. He hurried along the kitchen and shrugged, grabbing his coat instead. He felt around the shelf for his beanie, growling at the empty space where he usually left it, then scolding himself as he went out the door.

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Barry POV

Barry tossed his phone on his nightstand table and held up his book, giving it a quick kiss, checking around before he brought the glossy paper to his lips. He grinned and set it down, glancing at the picture of he and Iris beside it.

"Ohh…" He suddenly realized that he didn't have actual pictures of Harrison. He'd have to see what he could do about that soon. He smiled and hoped in the shower, washing quickly, probably faster than he should have, but he shook himself off and toweled off with a whirl and he tore through his closet, figuring out what he'd wear. He pulled out a flannel that was green, white, and red…

"Christmas-y…" He said aloud and paired it with a green sweater vest, then slipping on his black and white lace up shoes.

Eobard POV

He eventually made it down the street and pushed his foot on the brake pad, thankful that he was alone. He poked the radio button, curious to learn what mainstream music was on that Barry seemed to like so much. "

Traffic was a bitch….

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He made his way down the corridor, to his secret room, since none of the others had made it back yet. He placed his palm on the wall, opening the door and greeting Gideon.

"Good day Dr. Wells…" her feminine voice never ceased to comfort him.

"One can always hope Gideon…" He chuckled, "bring up my log, would you?" He glanced at the screen, shifting files in front of him in seconds.

"Certainly, go ahead doctor." She smiled as he cleared his throat, preparing for his next entry log.

"New entry, it has now been …." He glanced at his watch, " three hundred and eleven days since lightning struck. Subject has been relying on his speed in everyday life… using his extraordinary powers to solve ordinary problems." He bit hard on that last word, irritation nagging at him for something so mundane… "Accomplish ordinary tasks… unfortunately, his penchant for heroics persist." He paused, "Fact is… he can be a bit of a show off; and while his desire to help others is….commendable… it is impeding him from realizing the full scope of his abilities, but…" He swiped his palm through the air, accessing the newspaper file image Flash Missing Vanishes In Crisis.

"But there's still time…" He buried his hands in his pockets, "as the future remains intact." He finished his log and closed off the files, saving before his departure. He didn't want his whereabouts known to the rest of the group, so he made a hasty retreat. He mumbled and found Cisco getting things out of his bag and watching YouTube videos, while eating a purple sucker. Eobard placed his hand on his chin and scoffed,

"Where's Barry?" He asked in a nonchalant tone that came off as more annoyed than he intended. He was fucking starving, where the hell was that kid? He came to the dawning realization that Barry had probably forgotten about their breakfast together at the lab, which honestly was a bit of a surprise given Barry's recent attraction to him…or was it all in his head? Eobard chewed his lip as he considered all of this.

Was he really making this into something more? He pulled out his phone and found no new messages from the gang…

"Hmmm…" He started a list for the store that he wanted to make as quickly as humanly possible. There was no way he was going to waste any of his abilities on something so mundane.

"Late… is kind of his signature move." Caitlin walked into the room. Cisco mentioned a signature move then Barry sped into the lab.

"Sorry guys, I got a little held up." Eobard narrowed his eyes at him, eyeing the coffee in his hands.

"You had to be there…" He mumbled and sipped his coffee.

"I'm gonna need a moment o two alone with Barry." He literally warned the kid as the other two quickly scurried off with terror in their eyes for Barry's fate.

"Now, may I remind you Barry Allen…. that we had an agreement. We will help with your heroics out there while you let us further develop our research on your abilities in here, right?" He was trying not to get himself too riled up, watching Barry's expression change to startled. He stared hard while Barry gathered himself.

"I….I yeah I know… I…just gotten a little caught up with…..helping people." He smiled boyishly, "Yeah, put bad guys away, it feels good." Eobard twitched when he said that.

"Imagine how good it will feel to cure diseases, stop aging, reverse paralysis" he threw that one in for good measure.

"All good causes." Barry chided, "So, how can I help you do that, do you need more MRIs, more blood?"

"I need more speed." He urged.

"O…k…kay." Barry mumbled.

"More speed is the key to more progress…" He kept on. Barry could feel his hair stand completely up when his tone deepened. His phone rang, jarring him from that place he was about to go when Harrison used that tone of voice.

"You need to kick it up a notch." He ordered, "this is not just about you Barry." The speedster reddened and nodded. Barry told him there was a homicide and he had to leave.

Eobard watched as Barry took in all the information on this new bad guy. He had some kind of ability to absorb electricity and kill others with it. He didn't even get to finish telling Barry to be careful and the speedster was out the door. He chewed his lower lip with seething rage. If Barry became too reckless, it'd be the end for both of them and the speed force and his chance of ever making it back home. He listened on the comm for what was going on. Seconds later he could hear Barry shouting over the comm.

"Barry, what was that, what's happening?" He asked.

"Get out of there….Run Barry!" Eobard demanded, having a sinking feeling about the shocking sounds that filled the lab.

"I…. I can't… my speed…it's gone." Barry admitted.

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Eobard watched Barry run at a pathetic speed of six miles an hour. He could have cried for him at that moment if they were alone. This new villain siphoned Barry's electricity away.

"Barry…" He spoke before the young man left, "we will find a way to restore your speed, I can promise you that." He spoke to him, eyeing the kid's doubtful expression.

As soon as he was alone, it took all he had not to run to his secret room and scream at Gideon to show him the future.

"Certainly…" she spoke a little too calmly for him to bear. He stared at the headline and saw that it mentioned something about the post office shutting down. He steepled his hands together and covered his face, taking a deep breath.

"Run a complete search, show any references to the flash." He snapped, watching the screen fill with yellow zeroes.

"Look again!" He ordered, "Find any references to Barry Allen!" again…. zero references. He argued with the computer, feeling hopeless.

He looked at the screen and watched Barry tell Caitlin how much he loved being fast… and how he couldn't stand losing a part of himself.

Cisco came in and showed them Farooq, the man that was on a powerline during the explosion. Then the worst happened.

Barry POV

Barry sneered at the screen, the man capable of stealing his speedforce was banging on the door f S.T.A.R. Labs and wanted Harrison Wells dead.

"I need my speed back….now!" He growled at Eobard.

"I have a theory, but it's untested." He turned and watched the gang.

"I have to go out there, maybe I can talk to him. I saw him at the station, his friends got murdered and he woke up with a disease." Barry didn't finish.

"No, it's too risky and the last time he killed an innocent man…He's a murderer!" Eobard growled.

He went down the stairs and met Farooq.

"Wells did this to me…" Barry couldn't reason with him once the other metahuman reached his point of rage, sending a bolt at Barry that caused him to fly backwards into the floor.

Eobard POV

"Done talking?" Eobard scoffed and Barry replied with a curt nod as the older scientist instructed the others to get Barry to the treadmill. Cisco was not going to leave him alone. It was then when Eobard told him that his greatest creation was the Flash and he had to survive, even if it meant putting himself in danger.

He went down to the particle accelerator and pulled the door up with a grunt.

"Come to check on your pet, why don't you just kill me?!" Tony snapped, glaring at him with dark eyes.

"Quid Pro Quo…" He raised his hands as he spoke, "that's Latin….have you heard of Latin?" His eye twitched, "Quid pr quo means something for something… in this case, that something is your freedom, and I'm prepared to grant it to you."

"How do you know I won't kill you?" He argued, turning himself to metal as he slammed his arms against the ceiling of his cell, intimidating Eobard, but he gave a knowing look,

"Let's just say that that's a risk I'm willing to take."

"Really?" Tony asked, seeming doubtful.

"Yes." Eobard answered in full.

"Why would you do that?" Tony asked.

"Because there is another metahuman loose in this facility…. and I want you to kill him." He glared.

There was no way he was going to let anything happen to Barry…

Barry POV

It was then… when Barry ordered Caitlin to turn on the treadmill and give him the voltage that would electrify his cells again, making them active. Barry encouraged her to do it, even though he was scared, but he was ready for this…

Huge thick bolts surged through his chest as he held onto the bar of the treadmill for support. It was scary and he could feel parts of himself ignite up. He wasn't sure if it had quite worked when he was thrown from the bolts and slammed into the wall.

"Did it work?" She asked, staring at him. He wasn't sure, but when he pulled his hand up and saw it blurred and vibrating, he could have cried. Had he gained his speed back?

"It….it didn't work."

They both ran back to the corridor to find the others and then Tony ran into him.

"Tony?!" He exclaimed, "what are you doing out here?" Barry grabbed his arm as his childhood bully fell over in front of them.

"Hey Allen, you know I never run from a fight." He muttered before falling down completely, but not before he told him to run.

"I can't believe he's dead…" Barry muttered aloud as they met up with Cisco and Caitlin was checking his blood.

"Dr. Wells?!" Cisco exclaimed, seemly terrified.

"N…no, Tony Woodward." Barry answered quickly, still uncertain of where Harrison Wells was.

"He must have gotten out during the blackout." Barry spoke.

"No, that's not possible I designed those pods to a generator, the only way for him to have gotten out was if someone had let him out." Cisco replied.

"I did…" Eobard spoke as-a-matter-of-factly, "I released him."

"W..why?" Barry was shaking his head, not believing what he heard.

"To divert our intruder's attention while we work to restore your speed." He looked straight at Barry as he spoke.

"You used him as a distraction?" Barry questioned.

"A necessary one at that, it seems that it has failed." Eobard turned around the corner while Barry turned the other way, facing him and staring down at his hands.

"I have his blood on my hands." He uttered, "How could you do that?"

Eobard looked up, eyes vivid eyes blazing at him through his thick lenses, "You sure have a lot of sentient for a man that tortured you as a child." He hissed.

"Tony might have been a bully, but he didn't deserve to die." Barry's voice rose, breaking in mid-sentence.

"Does Caitlin, or Cisco….or me or you?" He retorted, "I had a choice to make, him or us and I chose us without a second thought."

"All you talk about is scientific facts, miracle cures, and medical breakthroughs. You don't even care about people at all." Barry's voice rose again, still in shock over what his mentor has done.

"Maybe you care too much Barry, I know being a hero is important to you and I respect your ideals I just don't have the luxury of sharing them." He growled, challenging him.

"I think I got it now, you're game is chess…" His green eyes got darker, "we're all just pawns to you, right?" His eyes had glazed over with emotion.

"So what's your move, Doctor…" He added that last bit in spite of himself and his feelings, scared of what could happen between them and that this was all just a sick game to him.

"Which one of us gets sacrificed next?" Eobard stared hard at him, looking guilty.

"We have to get out of this facility." Eobard spoke as the gang moved towards the computers and seeing that Farooq was on D level. They could make it to the van if they were quick enough.

"Look Barry your cells are rapidly regenerating!" Caitlin pointed at the screen while the others looked.

"I still don't have my speed." He mentioned while looking at his hand blurring around in front of him, almost gangly looking.

"Must be mental." Eobard paused, watching Barry with interest, knowing he might have to do something extreme. Barry ran to the car after they figured out it was the "yips" in which he was mentally stuck from using his powers, which probably occurred because of what Wells had done to Tony.

Just then, the garage door stopped midway and the van died with Barry at the wheel. Eobard looked down at his wheelchair and jerked the handle back and forth, knowing what could happen.

"He's here…" Eobard barely spoke above a whisper, but it felt more like a roar in Barry's ears. Farooq slammed blue lightning into the front of the vehicle while Barry rolled out, Caitlin and Cisco ran for him, and tucked themselves close. Farooq lifted his hand to kill them.

"HEY!" Eobard boomed at him, his voice reaching some register Barry had never noticed before.

"You're here for me…" His voice deepened.

"Finally, you show your face." He answered.

"Well, I wasn't exactly eager to be killed." He scoffed.

"Neither were my friends." Farooq came closer, lighting building in his hands.

"I know… I hurt a lot of people that night." He started.

"People? You don't even know any of their names." He moved closer to the doctor.

"Jake Davenport, Daira Kim, Ralph Digny, Al Rostein, Grant Emerson, Will Everett, Beia DeCosta…Ronnie Raymond." He glanced over at Caitlin.

"I know the names of every person that died that night and I know that they all mattered." He snapped, "and the fact that the world is derived of their potential and I have to live with that every day, that these people," he nodded towards the kids huddle together protectively, "have done nothing wrong. You want to punish me, then fine, let's do that… but let these people live."

Farooq stared at him for a minute, then turned his hands up and spoke, "You died that night too." With that, he exploded lighting from his hands and blasted Eobard with energy, knocking him out of the chair and tumbling across the floor. Barry screamed and was filled with rage, jumping up and staring hard, his eyes dilated and filled with the rage of the speed force. He exploded forward, watching the tendrils of light flow through the air, Caitlin and Cisco's hair blew around while he flashed over towards Harrison. He curled around him, protectively. His arms encircled around his chest and he almost straddled his backside as he pulled him flush against his chest. Was were seconds for the world around him felt like years. He buried his face against Eobard's back, gently feeling his pectoral muscles indent with his touch. The doctor's heady scent flooding his senses when he'd started to lift him off the ground, carrying him halfway, then turning him around, facing him. He looked at the wide blue eyes behind those dark frames, looking directly at him, as if he sensed what was happening. Barry tucked him close against his chest as he made it back to Cisco and Caitlin, carefully placing the doctor's hands over each one of their shoulders. When Barry pulled back, he saw beads of sweat roll off the side of his head, knowing he was scared, he reached and pressed a palm to the doctor's cheek before turning and facing Farooq again.

Eobard breathed a sigh of relief as he felt that hand on his cheek, his eyes darting upwards, watching every minuet second of Barry's movements.

Barry could have sworn that the doctor knew he'd done something. He could see his eyes move, detecting that movement humans couldn't see…

Farooq aimed his lightning at him as he donned the red flash suit once more. He dodged a few attacks, but then was caught in one when Farooq blasted him. He fought back and rather than let his energy get siphoned again, he charged him with it, using it as a weapon itself.

But the pain of it being ripped from him hurt….

Eobard POV

Eobard stared hard, watching with a grimace. Then Farooq keeled over and couldn't handle the amount of electricity that Barry had. He'd overwhelmed him completely.

Barry watched everyone leave the make-shift prison and headed there himself, but turned when he saw that the doctor hadn't left.

"About what I said…." He wiped his lip, "How you don't care about people…" he mumbled.

Eobard placed a hand up to stop him, and pursed his lips, Barry caught every second of that movement.

"Look, Barry…" He smiled as he turned around, "There's a reason that my biography describes as…arrogant, prickly, brusque…" He waved a hand through the air, watching Barry's smile go wider.

"At times contentious." He muffled a chuckle as he quoted his favorite book, "I read it twice." He blushed.

"You're right Barry, I don't care much for people…I find them misinformed, short-sided." Eobard turned.

"So why do you do what you do?" Barry asked.

"Because I believe in a better future…. One that I very much want to see… That you are a part of." He added.

I might not care as much for other people, Barry, but I care about you." He admitted. Barry blushed and moved closer to him, leaning down slightly as Eobard inhaled sharply, obviously he hadn't anticipated this intimacy… he briefly recalled how Barry had scooped him up off the floor. He couldn't hide the visible shudder, forcing himself to contain his emotions. Barry leaned closer and wrapped his arms around him, sinking to his knees. A sob pulled from him as Eobard's eyes widened, not expecting this side of him.

"Barry…" He spoke in a slightly surprised and calming tone. His hands gliding over Barry's back, soothing the poor kid.

"I thought you were this…cold person…but, you're not. I… I'm sorry." He muffled against his shoulder. Eobard could feel a warm wetness against his shoulder, his eyes widened and he pulled Barry closer, desperate to calm him. Barry pulled back and dug his hands beneath his arms, pulling him flush against him with a sigh. He sighed and felt Barry pull back, staring at him, through him really.

"Barry…" He uttered, watching him. His pupils widening and he could feel his pulse amp up and pound in his ears, forcing him to breath faster. Barry scooted closer, bracing himself against the arm of the chair.

Eobard could feel the weight of him slowly bear down on his lap, what was happening right now wasn't sinking in for him… He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Barry pulled his arms back and gingerly leafed them through Eobard's dark hair.

"Barry…" He spoke above a whisper.

This Barry was very different from the one he'd known… fought…hated.

He sucked in a sigh as Barry leaned closer, the almost floral scent of the kid filled him. He felt something pound inside of him, deeper….lower.

He huffed through his nose and broke the distance between them, leaning in and pressing his mouth to Barry's. The kid let out a soft whimper as Eobard pulled him harder against himself, running his tongue against Barry's lower lip, wanting more.

Barry's tongue felt hot and foreign against his and he bit down on his lower lip, forcing a gasp from the speedster. He groaned against him, knowing full well that Barry's heart rate was elevated. He could sense it…feel that crackle of raw energy inside of him. Eobard's arms gripped the back of Barry's head, mussing his hair and pressing his nails slightly in, eliciting a second gasp from him.

"Hnnn…" the kid mumbled against him, pulling back with black eyes, a red flushed face, and very abused pink lips tinted dark from Eobard. He pulled back, almost panting.

"Barry…" He whispered, but the speedster leaned in again to kiss him, Eobard turned his face away.

"Barry…" He hissed between his teeth, watching the younger man lean forward once more, threading his fingers through his thick hair with a soft sigh. Eobard felt himself harden completely, slamming his eyes shut with a growl. He couldn't do this….they…couldn't do this.

He'd killed Nora Allen…

Eobard jerked back, Barry's hands leaving his hair a wild mess. He glanced up with blazing eyes, pupils blown black as he visibly shuddered in front of Barry.

"W…why not?" He mumbled in a stricken tone.

"We are…" He couldn't even think for a second, "I am old enough to be your father, we work together, I'm a social pariah…Need I go on?" He snapped. He suddenly remembered who he was.

"B…but you like me." Barry stammered. He leaned forward and dug his fingers through Eobard's hair once more, turning his head slightly with the effort, watching him, eyes…fixated on his lips.

"I see it in your eyes." He whispered in his ear coming closer, the heat of his breath…forced a sharp inhale from Eobard. He couldn't say anything to save himself or his pride. He furrowed his brow and turned his face away, hoping that the movement would deter the forensic investigator's advances.

Barry leaned in and ran his tongue over the heated skin of his neck, relishing his first taste of him.

Eobard choked on a gasp and bit his lip furiously, fighting the urge to jump out of his chair and scream. Then….Barry bit down.

"Barry Allen!" Eobard gasped loudly, drowning the space between them with a sharp moan he could not stop from leaving his mouth with a strangled sound. He glared at Barry, pissed that he'd broken a barrier between them that meant respect, yet all of it had been shattered in this one moment.

"Barry!" Eobard hissed and grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him back as far as he could without leaving the chair. Barry looked shaken, his eyes were just as dark as Eobard's. The older man shuddered again, despite his efforts. He looked down, tearing his gaze away. He couldn't look at Barry anymore, not after him crossing the line, but he only had himself to blame…

"G…get…out." He spoke in a broken voice. Barry left in an explosion of yellow without another word, blasting Eobard at least a foot from his original spot.

"Goddammit…." He whispered, running his hands over his thighs, feeling the blood pounding in his veins…and harder in other places. He whined barely above a whisper and shoved his face in his palms.

How the fuck had he managed to get himself this riled up over a kid….not just any kid… Barry Fucking….Allen…

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, sorry it took so long and I don't give a shit enough to worry about Iris in this chapter….because we know what we're really here for, right? Lol…