Another serious chapter! If you came for the comedy, hang in there for a little bit longer. I promise things get fun again in later chapters. Thanks to Alisha Winchester Collins, EyesOnly-with-wifi, and Precognitive Numbers for their reviews. Thank you for sticking with me for so long. Nearing the finish line I think. Comments and suggestions welcomed, although this story is complete, I do have others in the works!

Chapter 10

It was dark when Harrison opened his eyes. He'd allowed the Grey Lady to push him down the street.

When she'd turned a corner, she must have clocked him on the back of the head; he had a killer headache and his neck itched, probably from dried blood. Trying to look around the room proved fruitless. She'd blindfolded him and when he tried to lift his hands, he found they were zip tied to the wheels of his chair. Groaning, both because his head was spinning and because his neck hurt, he tried to figure out if anyone else was there with him. Hearing a noise, he called out.

"Hello?"

"Nice to see you awake again," the Grey Lady said. "Pardon the blindfold, but I couldn't have you knowing where we were going."

"Goes great with my pounding headache. What did you do my neck?" He badly wanted to reach back and rub at it, but the zip ties were already cutting into his wrists.

"Clubbed you on the back of your head with the butt of the gun," She stated, "Sorry. But it needed to happen."

"Grand." He blindly tried to look around the room, frustrated as all hell with blindfold.

"Don't worry. As soon as I finish my revenge, I'll let you go. Besides, right now, nobody even cares you're gone." Her voice was sugary sweet, and it made his stomach roll even worse than it was already.

"I think I'm going to puke," Harrison declared. Leaning as far over the side of his wheelchair as he could, he did just that.

"What is wrong with you?" There was anger and disgust in her voice.

"I already had a concussion, then you use your voice on me, crack me on the back of my head, and then blindfold me. What do you expect me to do?" He would have glowered at her, but that wasn't going to happen.

"I'm not cleaning that up," she snarled back at him. "You'll just have to sit here and enjoy the smell while I finish out my plans." Harrison opted not to answer, sitting the darkness forced by the blindfold. Listening carefully, he could hear her footsteps as they faded away. Grunting, he started pulling on the zip ties which held his wrists to the wheels of his chair. He had to get out. Despite what he'd told the Grey Lady, he had a bigger problem. His head was spinning, that was true, but he suspected it was from blood loss. Without the connection, he had no way of knowing how badly his legs were injured or how badly he was bleeding. Either he got free, someone rescued him, or he bled to death. Harrison desperately hoped it was one of the first two.

It was silent for a long time. Harrison was feeling light headed and was happy his stomach was empty. If not, he probably would have been sick again. As it was, he'd been struggling to get his hands free. He was certain that he'd rubbed off several layers of skin. Growling in frustration, he shook his head, immediately regretting it. He needed to get loose. Trying to calm down, he took several deep breaths, listening to the air enter and exit his lungs.

First he had to take into consideration his condition. The concussion he was certain of, and he was certain that he had lost a great deal of blood. At the moment, he wasn't certain if he was still bleeding or not. The concussion may have been contributing to his legs staying crapped out, but either way, his legs were out of commission. They weren't going to be of any help. That meant he had his brain and not much else to help him get free.

Using his ears, he tried to figure out if there was anything else in the room he might be able to use. All he could hear was the drip of water somewhere. Biting his lip, he tilted his head to first one side and then the other, struggling to hear something, anything he could use. There was nothing. With a surge of frustration, he yanked on his hands again. This time he felt the glove on one hand shift, giving him some extra room to wiggle his hand. With some work and effort, he worked the hand free.

"Ow, ow, ow," he grumbled as the stitches Caitlin had put in his hand earlier pulled and then tore. As his hand slipped free, he yelped in pain and then clutched his hand to his chest, the glove still stuck in the zip tie. As the pain abated a little, he reached up, yanking off the blindfold she'd tied over his eyes. Blinking against the light, he looked around.

He was in an abandoned warehouse. The rain which had been pouring down all day dripped through the roof in random places. "Get your hand free," Harrison ordered himself. Ignoring the pain in his hand, which flared up when he used it, he freed his other hand. After a moment of checking the damage he'd done, and wiggling his fingers to regain some feeling, he pulled his gloves back on and started to explore.

"Damn, steps." He frowned at the steps, looking to his legs and back to the steps. "Not happening today," he muttered to himself. Backing away from the steps he continued to explore, unfortunately, he found no phone, and no ramp. It was starting to look like his only way out was the steps. It left him wondering how the woman had gotten him into the warehouse to begin with.

"Okay, no phone. No ramp. Looks like I'm going down the steps." With an angry grump, he went back to sit at the top of the stairs, contemplating them for a long moment. He knew it could be done. He'd even attempted it once or twice, when he was having bad days for his legs. Taking a deep breath, he turned his chair and slowly backed towards the stairs. He got as close to the railing as he dared, clutching the railing, he leaned forwards, backing his chair up so that he was at the very top of the stairs. Letting his breath out, he slowly lowered himself down the first stair.

"Okay, I can do this," he assured himself, lowering his body carefully down another step. By the time he made it to the bottom, he was shaking, and his hands were hurting from how tightly he'd been gripping both the railing and the push wheel on his chair. Looking back up the stairs, he nodded, turned and headed out into the pouring rain.

"And now… I need to get some help." He tried to figure out where he was as he started across the street. Surely the others were looking for him. After exploring the warehouse, he had an idea of what the Grey Lady was up to, he just didn't know how to stop her. Shivering in the rain, he headed in the direction of what he hoped was the hospital.

STAR Labs

Felicity's fingers flew over the keyboard as she set a program searching for Harrison Wells in the footage taken by any computer anywhere near the accident. When they'd all woken up and realized Harrison was gone, she had immediately started to fret. The others had been a little more sedate on jumping to the conclusion that the worse had happened. Barry had managed to follow the blood trail a short distance. It stopped at a curb, making Felicity think that Harrison had gotten in a car.

"We have to find him," Felicity said.

"It looked to me like he left of his own volition," Joe declared, looking over Felicity's shoulder. "I mean, why else would he take my gun?" He hated that he'd lost the firearm. It angered him to know that Harrison Wells was out there somewhere with it.

"He didn't," Felicity declared. She threw an image up on the screen for all to see. "He was taken hostage." They watched on screen as Harrison Wells rolled past a camera, a woman following him, Joe's gun to the back of Harrison's bloody head.

"Where is this?" Joe asked, glancing over at the hacker. Nodding, Felicity looked at her computer.

"Three blocks from the accident. Looks like she's forcing him to go with her," Felicity observed. They watched as the woman raised the gun and cracked Harrison upside the head with it. With a grim smile on her face, the woman dumped Harrison into the back of a truck, struggling some with his legs. Once he was inside, she dumped his wheelchair in as well.

"Why did she take him?" Barry asked, moving forwards.

"Why did she have to knock him out?" Felicity added, a hand straying up to her own neck, as if she'd been injured instead of Harrison. "I mean, everybody else she just put to sleep."

"We don't know that she's the one responsible for the sleeping sickness," Joe protested.

"Either her or Dr. Wells," Cisco said. Everyone stared at him. "What?"

"Guys, we don't think Dr. Wells would do that, do we?" Cisco looked around at the group.

"No, we don't," Felicity declared. "He was here when Barry first met this crazy chick," she added. "We just have to figure out why Harrison didn't fall asleep like the rest of us."

"And why she took him," Caitlin added.

"Maybe she took him because he didn't fall asleep," Cisco suggested.

"But why didn't he fall asleep?" Barry asked. Felicity was reviewing the video footage, trying to find something that would explain it all.

"He must have such a headache," Felicity observed. "First the car accident and then that crazy lady hitting him on the head."

"That's it," Caitlin said. Moving over, she watched the images on the screen more closely. "Look, Dr. Wells is rubbing at his temples like he has a headache. What if the blow to his head altered his brainwaves enough that when this meta tried to put him to sleep, it didn't work?"

"So, we're assuming she can control brainwaves?" Joe wasn't at all sure he was following the line of thinking. "Can she do that?"

"It would explain why her power didn't work on Barry," Caitlin declared.

"His brain is moving too fast, it would make his brain waves completely different," Cisco added. "So, we're thinking that Dr. Wells had different brainwaves because of the concussion? Is that possible?"

"Combine a head injury with his higher intellect and Dr. Wells could easily have brainwaves altered just enough to make him immune to this meta-human's ability," Caitlin said, settling down to start going through data. "I've scanned Dr. Wells a few times, with his consent of course."

"So, we compare his brainwaves now with what?" Felicity asked.

"With yours, mine, Joe's, anyone who is susceptible," Caitlin said. "We can also compare them to Barry and see if they have anything in common. Then maybe we can find a way to mimic the brainwaves, give the CCPD a leg up on this crazy woman."

"I might be able to rig it so their riot gear helmets help alter their brain waves just enough," Cisco said, coming over to look over Caitlin's shoulder.

"But what about Harrison?" Felicity demanded. "He's bleeding, or was, badly. If he left a trail of blood for Barry to follow, how much longer does he have?"

"Hard to say," Caitlin declared. "I didn't have time to check his leg injuries before that woman put us to sleep. We'll have to hope that finding this woman helps us find Dr. Wells." Caitlin smiled gently at her friend.

"Then let's get this done. I'll be your first scan victim," Felicity declared. Nodding her thanks, Caitlin got to work. "Let's hope Harrison can hold out until we can get this woman to tell us where she has stashed him."

Over the next hour Caitlin scanned everyone, and started helping Cisco work on the helmets, while Felicity and Barry searched for Dr. Wells. Felicity used her computer while Barry ran the city, randomly searching.

"I found Harrison!" Felicity yelled after nearly two hours of searching. "Look." She tapped a few keys, and the image of Harrison Wells wheeling down an empty street popped up.

"Got him." Without hesitating, Barry sped out of the room. In no time he was skidding to a stop in front of Harrison Wells, who once more looked like a drowned rat. "Dr. Wells."

"Flash," Harrison said, relief filling his body. "You need to get to the hospital. The Grey Lady is going after Dr. Michael Jones. I think she blames him for the death of her husband."

"What about you?" Barry hesitated before running off to rescue the unknown doctor.

"Have Cisco or Caitlin come get me. You need to go. Central City Hospital. Go!"

"Barry, tell him I'm on my way," Felicity called out as she pulled her coat on.

"I'm calling it in," Joe said, pulling his phone out as he rushed out.

"Felicity and Joe are on their way," Barry told Harrison.

"Right. Go." Harrison watched Barry vanish in a blur. "Good. Now I'm sitting in the rain again. Talking to myself." Deciding he'd be better off if he kept moving, Harrison started down the street once more, glancing up as a car drove past. He couldn't believe the street had been as empty as it had been when he'd first come out.

"You'll drown," a voice said to his left. Looking over his shoulder Harrison managed a confused look as a young woman stepped out of a shop. "Here." She started walking next to him, holding an umbrella over his head.

"Thanks," Harrison said. "I appreciate it." He continued down the road, slowing down so that she could easily keep up with him.

"No problem. Though, mind if I ask what you're doing out in this?" They stopped at a curb, and Harrison squinted up at the woman.

"Just trying to survive the day," he answered honestly. A violent shiver overtook his body and he frowned. "And you?"

"Going to visit a friend." She smiled at him. A siren sounded and Harrison looked up. Joe had pulled up in front of them, Felicity jumping out of the passenger side.

"Are you okay?" Felicity flew at him, enveloping him in a bone crushing hug. "I was so worried. I woke up and you were gone." For his part, Harrison wasn't sure how to respond. He sat, with Felicity wrapped around his upper body, his arms sticking out like he was some sort of scarecrow. "God, you're freezing cold again."

"Dr. Wells," Joe said, getting out and coming around to the trio. "Who's your friend?"

"Just a good samaritan," she said. "Have a good day." With that she headed on down the street.

"Seems people are willing to help me when they don't know who I am," Harrison said, shivering.

"Come on, let's get you in out of the rain," Felicity said. Nodding, Harrison headed over to the car. "I'll ride in the back, with you." She opened the door, watching as he transferred himself into the backset. As he reached down to get his legs, Felicity yelped.

"What?" Worried he looked up, seeing her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. "Are you okay?"

"Your legs. Joe, I think we need to take him to the hospital." Without waiting for Harrison to respond, Felicity got his wheelchair folded up and into the trunk. Instead of going around to the other side though, she squeezed in to sit next to him.

"Joe, I don't really think the hospital is necessary," Harrison protested.

"Harrison, you're pale, your legs are still bleeding, and you probably have a concussion. Caitlin is busy trying to help Cisco and Barry."

"Plus, I had to report you missing," Joe said, glancing over his shoulder as he headed towards the hospital. "I need to get an official statement from you."

"Not sure I can be much help. She told me to call her Grey Lady and then forced me to go with her," Harrison said. "When we got to her van, she clobbered me."

"Yeah, we found video footage with that. We've tried to keep everything out of the news, but I had to explain why you weren't there to give a statement about the car accident," Joe informed him. "Right now, we need to follow protocol. Which means taking you to the hospital, getting an official statement, etc."

"If that's what you think is best," Harrison agreed. He sat back, shivering in his once more sopping wet clothes. Really, he had absolutely no desire to go through the chaos of the ER and giving a statement to the police, but at the moment he wasn't in control of the situation. So, he sat shivering, staring out the window as they drove towards the hospital.

"Here. You're freezing," Felicity said, snuggling in close, putting an arm around him. "Come on. Let me help." Surprised at her offer, Harrison ran a hand through his sopping wet hair. As another shiver ran up his spine, he decided he would rather take a hug and cuddle than ending up naked in bed again.

"Thank you." Leaning into her, he tried not to snuggle up too close. She was so warm, and he was freezing.

"Man, you are really wet," Felicity observed. "And cold." She wrapped her arms around him, trying to decide if she should feel uncomfortable that Harrison Wells was resting his head on her shoulder. He didn't respond and when she looked at his face a jolt of fear rushed her.

"Harrison?" Shaking him, Felicity felt her terror grow when he didn't respond. "Harrison, wake up." His head fell into her lap and she yelped. "Joe! I can't wake him up."

"Hang on." Flicking his lights on, Joe put the pedal to the floor, getting on the radio to call ahead.

"Right." Uncertain what else to do, Felicity wrapped her arms around Harrison and tried to protect him as best she could while the car barreled through the rain.