Barry lay in the medical bay, hearing the beeping of his own heart. He wasn't dead. The last thing he remembered was talking to Blaine and Kurt. Wait, no. The man. He had to blades and he stabbed him. One in the leg and the other in the chest. He used his super speed to move an inch away. Unnoticeable to the human eye, but it kept him from being stabbed in the heart.

He was in S.T.A.R Labs. How he got there, he had no clue. But he was glad he was there instead of a hospital. "I'm Dr. Snow, by the way," he heard in Caitlin's voice. He wasn't alone. He could hear breathing right next to him.

"That's a good poker face you've got there," Blaine was there too. This was the perfect moment to open his eyes.

"Dejavu," he smiled.

Kara turned her head around so fast, a human would have gotten wiplash. "Barry," her tense face softened. She enveloped him in a hug, then slapped his shoulder, which he promptly clutched. "Don't you ever do anything like that again," she looked at him very sinserously. He gave her a groan of pain with his hand firmly placed on his shoulder. "Sorry," she pet his hand.

"Barry?"

Barry turned his head to Blaine, who had spoken. He smiled brightly, and then realized he was shirtless. He tugged on the covers, pulling them up at least over his stomach. "Blaine, Kurt," Barry had petrified and stressed emotions.

"Who's Barry," Kurt had this 'don't give me any crap' look on his face.

"Barry is my birth name."

"Why change it," Blaine asked.

"That is a story I don't want to go through right now," Barry verbally pushed them back. "Ka- Marley, can you go get Caitlin."

"Yeah, sure thing," she gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Another question," Kurt pushed. "Lightning?"

Barry let out a groan. "Yes I was struck by lightning," he admitted.

"How," Kurt asked. Barry could almost hear a tone of sympathy in his voice. He hated that coming from Kurt. Thankfully, before he had to explain how his mom was murdered, for the seven thousandth time, Caitlin came in and shooed them away.

Everyone was out of the room, and she had finished all of the routine tests for when Barry gets injured (which happens more often then not). She leaned closer to Barry and wispered, "No Flash for twelve hours," in a very doctoral manner.

"What? No! Caitlin," he whined. "You can't do that."

"I'm sorry, but you need to give yourself some time to properly heal."

"What about the city? What are they going to do in my absence?"

"Barry, it's only eight PM to eight AM. If a problem comes up in the night, then the police can handle it. If not, then we have Oliver and Kara."

He gave her the pouty lip, and flopped himself on the bed. He sat there with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed, like a toddler would. She just rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.

"Well, I think it's about time for us to be getting back to our hotel," Blaine said getting prepared to leave. "Tell Sebastian I will keep in touch like Warblers do."

"We will meet up for lunch tomorrow at wherever is best here," Kurt said as they were walking out the doors.

"Warblers," Felicity searched her mind. "Where have I heard that before? Must've been someone I went to college with."

Once again, the morning had arrived, and Barry was anxious to finally leave S.T.A.R Labs. Caitlin had once again, made him stay the night there. She did have probable cause to worry about him. If he so much as walked on his wounded leg, it would cause him an undesirable amount of pain. But it was morning time. He could finally go back to work, his girlfriend, his normal life.

Eight o'clock rolled around and as he expected, he could do all things as usual. He was released back to his life and the first thing he did was run (literally) home for a fresh change of clothes.

He found Joe sitting at the table, drinking homemade coffee. His eyes turned to the sound of the front door closing. A streak of lightning flew through the house. "Hey Barr," Joe greeted his son as he rushed downstairs.

"Hi Joe," Barry adjusted his shirt. He was wearing a simple blue flannel button down.

"How you feeling," Joe asked with concern.

"I've been through worse. What time did Singh want me in?"

"He doesn't," Joe shook his head. "The attack in Jitters was on the news. Everyone heard about it and once again, expected to to be dead."

"So what? Did- did Singh give my position away?"

"No. But he wants you to rest, heal. Just give him a few days, jut to put his concise to rest."

"Alright," Barry said in defeat. He was looking forward to going back to work. That was not going to happen that day. He considered the parts of his day. He could spend time with Oliver; no, he was working. He could be with Kara; no, she was also working. The only other option he could think if was to Flash around the city, doing random deeds, per the norm. Within seconds, he was running out of his house, back to S.T.A.R Labs. He was a little disappointed to have to be going back there just after leaving, but he couldn't just be sitting around doing nothing.

So he ran. He felt the wind in his hair, his face. He was breathing the speed force. His limbs moved so quickly, he became only a blur to the rest of the world. The running helped him clear his mind from the tragedies of his past, should he be thinking of them. The world seemed to be going at a pace so slow, that he could dodge obstacles before they knew he was coming.

He was so focused on his running, he didn't even notice nine blocks away from the lab. He ran back there to find a very shocked man. The burst of wind, the crackle of electricity, blinded Barry from who was standing there.

"Sebastian," the silhouette called at him. He would recognize this voice for a long time, if not forever.

Kara couldn't believe the article that lay before her eyes. 'Supergirl and Flash: just colleagues, or more than friends?' Her employer would never write an article like this. Or would she? Kara read on.

'While I was interviewing Central City's hero, we were inturupted by the arrival of Supergirl. The two promptly locked lips with each other, ending with the two admitting their secret relationship.'

Kara was unable to read on. Partly because it pained her to read her fifty something year old boss describing what had happened that night. Partly because her fifty something year old boss had entered the room.

She had given Kara a look. "I see you've found your way back into your old habits of looking at my articles before they're public."

"I'm sorry," she tried to think up an excuse to why she was reading it in the first place. "I was just curious about The Flash."

"Is that so," Cat half smiled. "Because I've been watching you make googly eyes at him for a while now. If I didn't know better, I'd say you have a celebrity crush on him."

Kara set down the article. "Well then it's a good thing you know better." Kara brushed past her, feeling really good about herself. Had she really just said that? Maybe Sebastian was beginning to make an impact on her. Weather it was positive or negative, seemed unclear.

After those words were uttered from her lips, Cat stood there in shock. She felt the younger woman brush her cardigan against her exposed shoulder while leaving. She found her way out of this funk in a matter of seconds, coming into a complete smile. After all this time, Kara finally stood up to her.

Barry squinted his eyes trying to make out the face of the unmistakable voice. It belonged to Kurt. He stood there unable to make a sound. Short unfinished bursts of 'how?', 'what?', and 'when?', escaped from his mouth. He was as pale as a sheet of paper. Kurt took a long while to take it all in before it could make any sense.

"You're... Flash," Kurt had his jaw hanging from the rest of his face. Caitlin and Cisco had gone out for lunch at a 'Stilton Pizza', Kara's favorite pizza place. That meant it was just he and Barry.

Barry rubbed the back of his neck. "You might want to sit down," he gestured at an office chair.

Kurt gladly accepted this invitation. His eyes never left Barry. He was afraid if he took his eyes off of him, he would run away.

"You heard about the lightning."

"Vaguely," Kurt was very interested in this topic.

"Well, around two and a half years ago, I was struck by lightning. It put me in a state of comatose for nine months."

Kurt let out a sharp gasp.

"I know. Somehow my muscles were defined instead of atrophied. Not three hours after leaving this place, I discovered it. I had super speed." Barry smiled to himself at that last part. "It was a bumpy start, but I became a superhero."

"Yes, but how?"

"Um, you've heard of the particle accelerator? Why am I even asking? Of course you have. That explosion released dark matter into our atmosphere, creating a storm cloud with lightning, which struck me. That's basically how we got all of these other meta-humans."

Barry purposefully left out the tragic back story. As fun of a conversation starter it was, he wasn't ready to tell this person who could, and would, tell everyone he knew. Kurt stood up to shake his hand, or give him a hug, when Oliver walked in the room. He saw what was happening and misread the situation and flipped Kurt to the ground, too fast for The Flash to react.

"Oliver," Barry shouted. "He wasn't hurting anyone!"

Oliver heard these words and removed his arm from Kurt's throat. Kurt stood up, rubbing his throat and catching his breath. "You... you know Oliver Queen." Kurt was finding a lack of words. He never expected to meet the hottest billionaire, let alone have his close acquaintance be buddies with him.

"Barr, the rest of us are going to be going back to Star City," he was choosing his words very conscientiously. The last thing Oliver needed was to have more people know about his secret identity.

"Right now," Barry asked.

"Yeah, there's another um, problem back there."

"Okay then," Oliver let Barry hug him. It was a stiff and awkward hug, but it meant a lot to Barry. "Bye Ollie," Barry called out while the other was leaving.

Kurt stood there in awe of what he just witnessed. Had his teenage tormentor just hugged Oliver Queen? "You know Oliver Queen," he repeated in shock.

"Well, when you're a superhero, you tend to meet some pretty important people."

"Can I be a superhero," Kurt have him the most devilish smolder he could conjure.

"No."