A/N: Right, so this story is not dead and I fully intend to finish it. Unfortunately, life, other stories and writers block have been getting in my way up until now, but I have this next chapter ironed out at most of the next so I feel comfortable posting this again. I really am sorry for the long wait, but I wanted to make sure I did this right, not just for all of you, but for me as well. Not to sound narcissistic or anything, but I do love my own stories, both in terms of reading them and writing them.

Thank you to everyone who has followed, favorited, read, and/or reviewed this story. I sincerely apologize again for the wait and I thank you all for sticking with this through my creative rough patch.

Right, so without further ado, Chapter 10 of Sick Day.

-BG

PS As for the ending, please do not hate me.

Previously on Sick Day:

Leonard Snart had been in the middle of bickering with Mick still when there came a knock at the door. The duo immediately fell silent, the only sound being that of the faint voices of Barry and Lisa talking in the kitchen. Snart grabbed up his Cold Gun, Mick grabbing up his own weapon though somewhat awkwardly with his bandaged arm. He nodded to Mick and Mick nodded back. Despite their dispute seconds before, they had bigger problems now.

"Cover me." Mick nodded again, aiming his weapon for the door as Snart approached it, glancing through the peephole. He had a split second to react to the sight of a maliciously grinning Harrison Wells before the door was suddenly propelled inwards. Snart was blown backwards from the force and he hit the floor hard, his Cold Gun dislodging from his grasp and going skittering across the floor.

Mick immediate attacked the figure of Harrison Wells who wore a startlingly familiar and yet unfamiliar yellow suit that was a dark mirror to Barry's own suit. The man dodged the flames with incredible speed, knocking Mick's weapon away and hurling him at Lisa who had just stepped in the room. The two tumbled to the floor, both cursing loudly.

Harrison Wells was almost immediately looming over Snart who tried to stand only for Wells to shove him back down and kneel on his stomach, effectively pinning Len down. Wells' psychopathic grin and glowing red eyes all that Len needed to see to feel true fear for the first time in a very, very long time. Harrison Wells was the Reverse Flash. This was the Reverse Flash and he was about to die. "Wells…"

Harrison Wells smiled a little wider. "Mr. Snart," said Wells in a deep and distorted voice as he donned his mask. Wells gripped Snart firmly by the throat before slowly lowing a vibrating hand toward Snart's chest. "It's time to die now."

Len squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to get free. This freak was going to kill him and then Lisa and then Mick and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it.

"No! Leave him alone!"

Leonard Snart opened his eyes.

Now:

Something snapped inside Barry as he spotted Harrison Wells and his hand descending towards Leonard Snart's chest, time slowing around him. This was the monster who had pretended to be his friend and mentor, the monster who had killed his mother in cold blood and framed his father. This was the monster who had ripped his family and his life apart, the monster who had threatened Iris, Joe, Caitlin and Cisco. The monster who now threatened to destroy Leonard Snart and the family the master criminal had built for himself.

Barry steeled himself and raced forward. No one else would die at the hands of the Reverse Flash tonight or ever more. No one would ever have to lose their family like he had ever again.

"No! Leave him alone!" Barry suddenly barreled into the Reverse Flash just before the villain's hand could pass through Len's chest. The two speedsters tumbled away from the stunned criminal, both locked in battle as they crashed through the wall and out into the front yard.

Len stood shakily, watching as the two metahumans battled across the yard, a ball of yellow and red lightning all that he could see. That had been far too close. He glanced to the side to see Mick and Lisa making their way over to him. Lisa handed him the Cold Gun before helping Mick get a grasp on his Heat Gun and retrieving her own weapon. Len gave his sister and Mick a slight nod and the trio advanced towards the battle between the two speedsters. Enemies or not, for better or for worse, they were united now against the Reverse Flash. They had to be.

The Reverse Flash suddenly threw Barry off and into the house, leaving himself wide open for the smallest of moments. Len Immediately fired, striking the Reverse Flash once in the side. Mick fired off a shot himself a mere instant afterward, but the Reverse Flash was already moving and Mick's shot barely glanced the corrupt speedster as he charged at the Rogue trio.

Barry slammed into the man again, blindsiding him and sending him careening away once more. "Enough! Stay away from them, Wells!"

The Reverse Flash let out a harsh chuckle and Len couldn't help but grip his weapon a little tighter. "You and your allies are no match for me, Barry. I will destroy them before you can even try to stop me and then you and I can get back to the way it should have always been. Just you and me."

"Over my dead body," replied Barry.

"And mine," said Len. He stepped next to Barry, his weapon aimed at Wells, "Together then, Allen?"

"Together," said Barry bitterly, his hands clenched into fists.

"How touching," snarled Wells, "The Flash and Captain Cold. Allied against me. Now this is something I did not imagine could ever happen in any world… At least, not this soon."

"What can I say? The enemy of my enemy is my friend," said Len coolly.

"Not for much longer I'm afraid," said Wells. He started to step forward only for two arrows to suddenly slam into the villain's left shoulder blade, eliciting a yell of agony from Wells.

Len looked around for the source only to spot Barry grinning and looking up in the sky. Len followed his gaze. There, parachuting down toward them was the Arrow, the archer notching another as he flew down toward him. He landed a short ways off, Wells glaring at him as he removed the parachute. "Harrison Wells," came the distorted voice, "Stand down."

"Mr. Queen," said Wells bitterly, turning to face the archer, "What a delightful surprise…"

Len just stared at the Arrow, the lights from the house illuminating the man's face. There was no way that the Starling City vigilante could possibly be…

The Arrow flipped off his hood, allowing Len to see the face of Oliver Queen. He looked to Len, his gaze warning, but not sinister. His attention almost immediately diverted back to Wells, keeping his aim directly at the dark speedster. "Why are you doing this, Wells? Why this whole charade? Why drop it now?"

"An array of excellent questions," said Wells, "None of which I shall answer."

The Arrow merely glanced toward Barry, holding out a bag to the speedster. "Cisco sent this to the cave a while back. In case you needed a spare when you were…visiting."

Barry was gone and back in a split second, tossing the empty bag from his hand, now clad in the familiar crimson of the Flash suit. "Thanks."

Wells seemed to smile. "Fantastic. Now we can begin."

Len fired before the last syllable escaped Wells' mouth, but the man was already moving and so was Barry. The two slammed together in a ball of crimson and gold, the duo once more locked together in battle.

"Barry, move!" Snapped the Arrow, his bow and arrow carefully following every movement of the battling speedsters.

Len followed the archer's lead, tracking the lightning ball with his own weapon. If Barry moved out of the way for even a second, Len had to be ready to fire. There was no telling what Wells would do now if they gave him even the slightest bit of room. And Len sure as Hell wasn't going to give Wells that chance if he could help it.

Barry fought with all the strength in his body as he grappled with the Reverse Flash, getting in far fewer punches than he was taking. He vaguely heard Oliver call out for him to move, to give him an open shot at the Reverse Flash, only for the psychotic speedster to tighten his grip on Barry's suit and send them both tumbling away from the archer.

"You and I both know that you're not ready for this, Flash," sneered Wells, landing a solid punch to Barry's side, the scarlet clad speedster feeling three of his ribs break with serval horribly audible pops. Barry, however, merely grabbed the other man's suit and held on tight as he laid into Wells' face, feeling the satisfying crack of the man's nose under his fist. The satisfaction was short lived however as Wells began attacking the hero even more fiercely than before, clocking Barry across his jaw and repeatedly slamming his fists into Barry's stomach. "You're not strong enough, Barry. You're too weak to protect them. Just like you were when I killed your mother."

Barry felt his blood turn to fire in his veins, rage coursing through him. "Wrong move, Wells!" Barry grabbed his former mentor by his suit and cowl, leveraging himself despite the pain in his ribs to hurl the psychotic speedster across the yard and into the wall of the house, the force of Wells' impact sending brick shards everywhere.

The moment Wells slammed into the wall, Leonard Snart and Oliver fired, Oliver's arrow pinning Wells' right hand to the wall while Snart fired relentlessly, encasing most of Wells' body in ice.

As the dust settled, Wells let out a dark, but sickeningly chuckle, sending a chill down Barry's spine. "Well aren't you three quite the tag team?" The psychotic speedster tried shifting in his encasing, visibly wincing. "Are you going to kill me now, Barry? Stop me from killing anyone ever again? Stop me from ripping out Leonard Snart's heart? Stop me from driving a knife through his sister's chest like I did your mother?"

Barry growled, striding over to stand face-to-face with his former friend and mentor, the monster who had murdered his mother and framed his father. "You don't know how much I want to kill you right now."

"Oh, I do," said Wells cryptically, "But..."

"But I'm not you," said Barry flatly, "I'm not a murderer or a two faced friend. You're going to pay for your crimes and I'm going to see that my parents receive the proper justice for your crimes. And I'm going to make sure you never destroy anyone's life ever again."

"You expect me to confess for you, eh, Barry? To put it on the record?" said Wells teasingly.

"But you already did confess," stated Barry, "Twice." He tapped his com, knowing that his friends had been listening in the whole time. "Cisco, please tell me you got that?"

"Loud and clear, Barry," said Cisco, "We all heard it."

"I can have it to the DA within the hour," said Captain Singh.

Barry let out a sigh of relief, shooting a relieved look toward Oliver who had come to stand behind him. It was over. They'd taken down Wells.

"Um, Barry?" Eddie's hesitant voice came over the com. "There's a couple of people here who might need to be filled in when you get back…"

Barry felt himself pale. "Um, who exactly are you talking about…?"

"Barry." The sound of Iris' voice over the com made Barry want to immediately go crawl in a hole and die. "It's me. I'm here with Linda. I think you owe us an explanation." There was a pause. "That means Dad and Eddie too."

Oliver smirked at Barry, obviously amused. So much for secrets…

Barry merely groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was not the time or place to discuss this. "Iris, Linda, I'm sorry, but I'll explain. Later though. After this is cleaned up. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Barry."

Barry whirled around at the sound of Wells' distorted voice and everything went black.

Wells watched the proceedings with growing interest. Obviously, there was no turning back now from his reveal, but there was still a way out. Barry and his allies believed he was defeated. That he had been vanquished. In fact, he was far from it. Vibrating his body ever so minutely as to avoid their attentions, he had slowly melted the ice until it was merely a thin shell around his body with plenty of room for him to break free. All he had needed was a minute to free himself and the idiots had given him more time that he needed.

And now it was time to bring Barry Allen's hopes crashing down once and for all.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Barry," said Harrison, bursting out of the ice and ripping his hand free from Oliver Queen's arrow just as Barry turned to face him and striking the kid hard across the jaw. The boy's body spun and Barry hit the ground, down for the count. Now to deal with the others…

Len had been so close to feeling safe again when Wells had suddenly shouted out at Barry, the criminal turning around just in time to see Wells burst free from his icy restraints and take down Barry, the young hero taking a punch to his jaw and collapsing to the ground, utterly motionless.

Before Len even had a chance to raise his weapon, Wells was upon the remaining quartet. Wells first attacked the Arrow, snatching the hero's bow from his fingers and brutally beating him with it. The Arrow tried to put up a fight, but barely laid a hand on Wells before the emerald archer fell to his knees, clutching at his throat and struggling to breath.

Wells attacked Len next, relieving him of his gun in the blink of an eye. A millisecond later, he backhanded Len as he ran past again, knocking Len away from Lisa and Mick, both of whom immediately fired upon Wells who gave a hasty retreat. Meanwhile, Len had tumbled over to Barry who he saw now had merely been stunned by Wells' attack, the kid struggling to get to his feet. "Hurry up, Scarlet!" Barry gave Len a half-vacant look, clearly still out of it. "Damn it, Allen…"

Lisa suddenly screamed and Len's attention was instantly on her again. Mick was lying motionless on the ground, his already broken arm twisted at an unnatural angle and a gash across his forehead. Before Len could even yell out in warning, Wells was plowing into Lisa, sending her flying into the side of the house. She fell to the ground with a sickening thud and Len felt his heart shatter.

"Lisa!" Len was suddenly on his feet and racing to his sister's side, all too relieved to see her alive and trying to sit up. "Lisa, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm-" Lisa froze, her fearful eyes locked on something behind him. Len turned, following her gaze. Harrison Wells stood a few yards away, Len's cold gun in hand. A quick glance around told Len that he was on his own. Mick was down, the Arrow was down and so was Barry Allen unless the kid miraculously recovered in the next sixty seconds.

"You know, I'm not much for weapons, particularly firearms," said Wells coolly as he removed his mask, "They're quite crud. Still, Cisco did a fine job making this weapon almost elegant and I must admit I see a certain irony to killing you with your own weapon."

Len stood, placing himself between his sister and Wells. The all-too-pleased grin on Wells' face made Len sick to his stomach. There was no way out of this, at least no way that didn't end up with Len dead. Still, maybe he could make sure Lisa didn't suffer the same fate. "Then kill me. Just spare my sister. She wouldn't have had anything to do with this if it wasn't for me. It's my fault. I deserve the punishment, not her."

"Len-!" Lisa fell silent as Len shot her a pleading look. She looked absolutely terrified. He hadn't seen that level of fear since the day before their dad was arrested. He had hoped to never see it again.

Len turned back to Wells. "Please… Do whatever you want with me. Just spare my sister. I won't even try to run."

Wells let out a soft chuckle. "Now I see it…"

"See what?" asked Len coldly, wanting desperately for this to be over already.

"How you became a hero," stated Wells, startling Len, "In the future, you would have become a member of the Justice League. You wouldn't have been a villain anymore, but a hero and a friend to the Flash. At least, that's how it should have been in a future, obviously not this one. It's a pity you'll never live to see such a future come into fruition. Wells took aim at Len and the master criminal tensed. He knew what was coming next. "As for your sister, Mr. Snart, I'll grant the last wish of a dying man. I do have some small measure of mercy."

Len saw Wells' finger pull tight against the trigger and the bright rush of white and blue ice fly toward him. He did not expect the flash of crimson that suddenly blocked his line of sight.

Barry's faculties came back to him swiftly at the sound of Snart's scream. Watching the man rush to his sister's side and bravely place himself between his sister and the Reverse Flash stirred something inside Barry, willing him to his feet again as he listened to the exchange between Wells and Snart. So that's how it was going to be. A life for a life. Maybe Snart was a hero after all, but Barry couldn't let him be a hero this time. No, he couldn't let Wells win.

Barry charged forward without a second thought as he saw the ice blast fly toward Snart, hurling himself in front of the man. He wouldn't let Wells destroy another family.

A cry of agony from Barry's lips as he felt the ice slam into his chest, the cold piercing its way straight through his suit and into his lungs and heart. The last of his strength left him instantly as his body struggled to heal the damage. His knees buckled and he fell backwards only for a pair of strong hands to catch him, easing him to the ground.

"Barry?!"