A/N: I'm so excited for different reasons. One-chapter ten you guys! This has been so awesome! Thanks for supporting my story! 2- Suicide Squad is out and I'm going to see it tomorrow! As you all can tell, I kind of love it. Let me know how you feel about this chapter!

-Lex

The Superfriends minus Joe had gathered in the Cortex in order to discuss my meeting with Fox. Being a girl that liked her dessert before the vegetables…I disclosed the good news first. At least that had been my intention.

Sometimes…I'm wrong. The name Malcolm Thawne had brought a chorus of gasp, groans, and even a few face-palms. After their initial shock, the team all began rapid fire explaining.

"Okay…so let me see if I got this straight." I drawled, standing in the center of the Cortex once everyone had calmed down. "Thawne is related to the man that murdered Barry's mother and was engaged to Iris."

"No," Iris answered at the same Barry said…

"Yes,"

"Why does this keep happening?" Cisco asked, moving the lollipop to one side of his mouth. " it's like we can never escape the cycle of Eobard Thawne-blackslash-evil Wells. Talk about the gift that keeps on giving!"

"He's not Wells," Dr. Wells insisted with a tired grunt. "I'm Wells."

"I'm still lost!" I reminded the team, taping the dry-erase marker along my thigh.

But I was certain of one thing: the plot just got a lot thicker…

"Ok, from the top." I regrouped, silently upset with myself for not easily connecting the dots. "Eddie murdered your mom."

"No EoBard killed Barry's mom before taking over the body of Dr. Wells in order gain access to train Barry only to betray him by being the Reverse Flash." Caitlin explained in one long confusing huff. "Who showed back up again this year."

"Say 'Reverse Flash' five times fast." I challenged absently while processing the information.

Cisco sent an exasperated glare toward Caitlin before propping himself next to me on the computer desk. Overzealous butterflies beat against my ribcage in the most annoying fashion. My body was always acutely aware of his. His proximity, his scent, his warmth, the subtle vibrations that he released into the air. I inwardly scolded myself for letting Cisco wreak such havoc on my senses.

"Okay EoBard Thawne murdered Barry's mother. Eobard was also the speedster called the Reverse-Flash, one of Barry's nemesis which he defeated because of Eddie Thawne's sacrifice. Eddie, a Central City detective, was engaged to Iris." Cisco broke down the timeline, eyes scanning my own for understanding. "This Malcolm Thawne is Eddie's half-brother."

"Why did Eddie's sacrifice have anything to do with defeating Eobard." I questioned, slightly excited that I was starting to understand.

"Because Eobard was one of Eddie's relatives from the future." Iris supplied, her chocolate eyes unreadable.

"The future?" I checked.

"Yes." The entire team answered.

"The futu…"

"Yes," They answered once again.

Well, there goes understanding. But if the Reverse-Flash was a speedster…that could time-travel…And Barry was a speedster…oh hell.

"Are you telling me that you can time-travel, Hero?" I questioned, hoping for a stab of denial from Barry. However, the speedster just stood there…with the nerve to shrug his shoulders absently. "Oh come on. I thought Time Travel was supposed to be impossible!"

"And just how Impossible are you?" Dr. Wells rasped the question.

Touché

"Perhaps I can serve this team better by leaving the super science stuff to you all." I took the time to lay my gaze on each individual before heading back to the evidence board. "I'll stick to the hitting."

"Speaking of all the hitting that you enjoy." Caitlin tsked with slight disapproval. "Who is the next target?"

"His name is Ricky Wolfe." I breathed, writing his name on the clear surface.

"Ricky Wolfe? Like the police officer Ricky Wolfe?" Barry grumbled, scrubbing a hand down his porcelain face. "His dad is the Warden of Iron Heights."

"Pretty…. Ricky…" I drawled, already writing facts about him on the board. At least there wouldn't be much stalking on his mark.

"Did you know Ricky?" Iris asked, her voice just a tad shaky. "From Before?"

"You could say that I know Ricky." I answered, twisting the marker through my figures as something else to look at as I debated with myself on my full disclosure clause. Somehow the news of my ex-boyfriend paled in comparison to the news of Iris's ex-fiance's brother/ a relative of Barry's nemesis… "And you can certainly say that he knew me."

"You're anxious." Cisco pointed out, easily reading me from across the room. "Whyyyyy are you anxious?"

"So. Ricky is my ex-boyfriend and I'm not completely certain the term Ex really applies because we never officially broke up." I fired back, resting my gaze his Cisco's.

"You mean…?" He attempted but I continued over him.

"I mean that I died first." I sucked a calming breath down. "We hit the ten-month mark the day before the Particle Accelerator explosion."

"Kane, I…" Caitlin began to coo, relating to ending a relationship that night.

"It's fine." I deflected. "Plus we have a bigger problem to deal with. Like the Fact that Fox wants me to kill you, Barry. I told him that wasnt really my thing anymore but experience tells me that Fox'll have a trick up his sleeve."

"Then so will we…" Cisco assured. A slow smile creeping onto his lips. "I have an idea."

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Being the speeding best friend that he was…Barry wasn't very shy about putting in his two cents without a prompt from Cisco. He had acknowledged that Kane's trust in the metahuman wasn't something to gamble…as if Cisco needed a reminder. As if he wasn't already feeling like he got to open a Christmas present early. That being said, Barry felt like Cisco should have a conversation with Kane. In particular, a conversation about their Earth-2 dopplegangers' relationship and the Vibes about her.

Cisco had groaned, knowing that it was a mistake to tell Barry about the vibes.

In the back of his mind, the metahuman knew that the hero was right. Withholding such information from Kane was a huge gamble. Life had granted her a rather dark outlook on…well, everything. Especially on herself. There was a no denying that Kane walked a tight-rope-fine-line on good versus bad. Deep in his bones, Cisco feared that she was one bad day away from going full Darth Kane.

Yes, Cisco knew that he needed to have that conversation with Kane. But this didn't seem like the time.

At this particular time, Cisco was sitting on a park bench with Kane as they waited for Tajsa. Less than six inches between them as he told her about the partially repaired relationship with Dante. About how he knew exactly how it felt not living up to his parents' expectations. All the while, Kane's doe-ish green eyes bared into his own with rapt attention.

"Your big brother sounds like an ass."

"Oh he is." Cisco agreed. "But he's my brother."

"So which instruments did you take up?" She asked, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"I played the drums for a while." Cisco hummed. "That was until I got into the Spanish Guitar."

"Should have known a guy like you would be good with his hands." Her voice took on that purring quality, a staple of her not to subtle flirting. "I bet you're good."

"I don't like to toot my own horn." Cisco sniffed smugly. "But ya boy…has maddddd skills."

"Well, show me your skills." Kane plucked imaginary lint from his hoodie. "And I'll show you mine."

The genius nearly swallowed his tongue in response.

"That's her," Kane whipped her entire body in the opposite direction. "Tajsa."

Cisco followed the line of her gaze to a gang of teenagers in neon orange vest ushering a bunch of excited dogs out of a van. His eyes easily fell on the McMillian sister that seriously looked so much like Kane. Y'know…except for the actual smile on her face.

"Take it from a little brother." Cisco dropped his voice down to a more private tone. "She'll be happy to see you."

Kane didn't reply, her green eyes still watching her sister with hawk like focus. The final dog unloaded from the van, Tajsa beckoned to an older teenage boy with a cute little smirk that was all too familiar to the young genius. Only a few words and a bat of her long eyelashes before the teenage boy assisted her in climbing onto his back. He carried her to the meeting space of the volunteer team.

"That is sooo my sister." Kane giggled as Tajsa wrapped her arms tighter when the guy pretended to drop her. "And Abe thinks that she hardly notices guys. I knew better."

Kane turned back suddenly, her green eyes flickering and darting…the way they did when she was calculating and processing information.

"Cisco, why do I always have the feeling that you know something I don't." she asked, her eyes searching his own.

"Engineering?"

"No, smartass." Kane clicked with a toss of her curls. "About me. I always feel like you know something about me. It's just…you look at me like…"

"Kane!" a voice shrieked, interrupting the rest of her statement. The pair turned in the direction of the voice…and none other than Tajsa was running toward the park bench. Her curly ponytail whipping from side to side.

Kane rose to her feet just in time to catch her speeding sister. The younger brown-skinned girl slammed into his friend with a certain cry of what Cisco could only identify as relief. The McMillian sisters held each other closely, unwelcoming any air to pass between them.

"I knew it!" Tajsa's voice was muffled by Kane's shoulder but the Kid sister was easily heard. "I just knew it."

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"So you've been somewhere." Tajsa stated, folding her legs Indian style after jumping up to sit on my trunk with me. "Somewhere you aren't proud of."

"Explain to me how you've always been able to do that?" I asked, shifting to sit beside her. "Read me like you do?"

"Experience." My sister shrugged, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Guilt. You've got the same look on your face did when you snuck out all those times to see Ted."

"Ted was teaching me to fight." I nodded at the fond memory of Ted Grant. "And for the record. I felt guilty because Ted thought I liked him. Not because I snuck out."

"Well despite your best efforts I did pick up some of your old habits." Tajsa nodded toward the teenage boy that was currently struggling with two very excited golden retrievers. He had given her the ride on his back. "Making a guy think that you've got a thing for him."

"Careful Taj," I warned, shaking my head. "I'm no role model."

Tajsa didn't answer immediately: her lips twisted and her green eyes were suddenly interested in the sole of her shoes. My gut twisted at the tell-tale sign of my sister attempting to hold back her tears. Crying was something Tajsa hated with a passion…a trait that she might have picked up from me.

"Let me have it, Kid." I curled my fingers around her high ponytail as she shook her head fiercely. "Say it."

"You were my role model." She whispered so low I couldn't tell if she really meant it for me to hear. As the tears started spilling down her brown cheeks… "You Died, Kane. You died! And I was mad at you Kane! I know none of it was your fault but I was so mad because you promised that you would never leave me. You've always said that you would never leave me because we're sisters. And I know that it's selfish but…"

"Taj I'm sorry. I never wanted any of this happen." I wrapped an arm around her, her frame a tad wider than I remembered. "And you never left me while I was out there. Not even once."

We sat in silence for a few minutes but I could see Tajsa gathering her thoughts. I knew my sister would have questions about my whereabouts and I would answer them…although begrudgingly.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you. Cause I am." Tajsa smiled up to me. "Why are you here?"

"I made some new friends and…"

"Is he one of them?" Tajsa asked, nodding her head in the direction of Cisco. The man in question was literally wrestling with a corgi puppy. "He's like…adorable. I see why you like him."

"I never said I liked him."

"Please," Tajsa snorted. "When I saw you, you were looking at him like he could read a crystal ball."

She wasn't that far off.

"You are distracting me." I scolded. " I made some new friends. They're really amazing people; doctors in fact. They say that there is a cure for…"

"Not this again," Tajsa groaned. "Kane there is no cure for this condition. We've been through this. Plus, things are different now. My pain is more under control than ever."

"Things are different now." I agreed. "These aren't just any doctors. They're from S.T.A.R. Labs…"

"Those wacko scientists that blew up the city two years ago?" Tajsa asked, her voice raising in surprise as she whipped around to face me. "They killed you!"

"Let's get really clear, Taj." I insisted. "I never died, okay. Not once. And even if I had, an accident would have killed me. It wouldn't be their fault."

"Kane, I don't get it." Tajsa jumped down from the trunk. "I've got so many questions."

"And I will answer every single one of them." I promised, rolling my shoulders back. "But until then you need to trust me. Just like you always have."

Tajsa made ready to speak but one of the other volunteers called to her. It was the same olive skinned boy. He was waving his hands over his head, with two golden puppies circling his heels. Giving him a quite sarcastic thumbs up, she turned back to me.

"I need…I need to…" Tajsa halfheartedly nodded towards the dogs she had volunteered to handle.

"I'm already ahead of you." I promised, reaching into the back seat and pulling out a drawstring gym-bag. "I've got a gift for you. Some snacks that I know Abe isn't letting you have and a phone. It's a burner and my number is already programmed into it. I'm free anytime. We'll schedule a time that you can come to S.T.A.R Labs."

"You don't want Abe to know." She uttered, not bothering to question why I was keeping our communication from Abe a secret. Tajsa knew that there wasn't much love between of foster father and I. "What about you? Where are you staying? How are you living, Kane?"

"You know how this goes Taj." I reminded, the words were so familiar on my lips. I felt like I had said them to her over a thousand times. "Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself."

"Just promise me." Tajsa sighed tiredly, offering out her pinky. "Promise me, Kane."

Her mirroring green eyes misted and I nodded inwardly. I knew exactly what she wanted me to promise. It seemed like we had this same conversation out entire lives.

"I promise, Tajsa." I vowed, wrapping my own pinky finger around hers. We leaned in- a practiced, synchronized motion- and kissed our respective thumbs. "Now go."

My sister turned and half-ran back over to the teenage boy. I shook my head as she flashed a smile and the boy picked up a puppy to offer to her. Tajsa had really picked up on a few of my teenage tricks. There had been plenty of times I got us food, entry, gifts and a bunch of other things that I probably wasn't entitled to have.

Unfortunatly, that was on my resume.

"I told you that she would be happy to see you." Cisco's tenor voice sounded off smugly behind me.

"I see that you got a chance to play with a puppy corgi." I said on a turn, trapping Cisco between my body and my driver's side door. "Congratulations."

"And I saw you making the unbreakable vow with Tajsa." The genius rocked on his feet. "What did she want?"

"What she always asks for." I looked up, trapping myself in his onyx gaze. "For me to take care of myself."

Cisco blinked, obviously taken aback by my sister's request.

"Well," He cleared his thoat. "We all want that. I want…I want that."

I hadn't even completed the thought of what I wanted before my arms were thrown around his neck. Although the first hug had spontaneous…it was natural. So easy for me to wrap around him, to relax into the embrace. Cisco's warm arms circled tightly around my waist, his well-conditioned hair falling down to tickle my shoulder. I felt so…small. Small in the that a girl without ridiculous metahuman powers and a double-digit body count might have felt. All that being said, it shouldn't have surprised me that I followed the trail of his coffee infused breath…right to his full lips. Cisco's lips tasted just like he looked. Like coffee, like honey, like warmth and sugar. But I couldn't really focus on that.

There was a strong contrast between Cisco's hands and lips. His lips were gentle as the move against my own. Almost overpoweringly soft-coaxing me futher into the flames. Kissing me as if we weren't standing in a parking lot with my baby sister less than thirty yards away. And his hands…his hands were more aggressive: fingers of one hand digging into my waist, the other slowly on the move from the base of my neck to the base of my spine. A shiver passed through me as his fingers skimmed my ARGUS scar.

"Cisco," I breathed, his forehead pressed against my own. I wasn't certain on which of us pulled away. "Still want to be friends?"