Hello my dear readers, sorry it has been so long since I posted something, but like I said in the Island, I had my end of Highschool exams, that I passed, yay! Now, I am back for the summer, and I plan on doing a lot of chapters during that time. On with the story! Enjoy!

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Chapter 11: normal life

Barry was no longer happy at his job, it has been a few months since he got it and he still had the same charge of work and the same salary, he was tired of it. But, he still got the job done. Maybe after yelling at his colleague and getting a few beers, but he still had the job done. After work, he always went for a few drinks at a bar and when they cut him off, he went to another, to finally call Iris in the worst hours of the night to pick him up in National City, which she always did. Barry, since starting out, had two problems his coworkers and boss don't like, he was always late, and hungover every morning, but still came back after lunch almost drunk. It happened once, but his boss let it slide since he did a great job.

But that day, Barry's boss had had enough. He decided that when Barry would show up after lunch, he would fire him.

Half an hour later, Barry finally showed for work after he went to eat lunch at a bar. How did they know? He had a beer in his hand and was almost drunk… again. Barry went to do his job as usual, ignoring the look his colleague gave him and started working on his project.

"I need to see you in my office, Allen." His boss said, opening the door to the lab. "Just give me five more minutes and I am all yours, mister Millers." Barry said, not even bothering to looking at Millers as he said that. "Allen. My office. Now!" he said, annoyed and very angry. "Fine, coming, no need to yell." Barry complained, getting up and out of the lab, noticing the smirk his colleague had on his face. Barry went to his boss' office and closed the door behind him and sitting down where Millers showed him to. "Allen, your behavior has gone unacceptable. I have tried to ignore it, but I can't anymore, your colleagues are complaining about you, now. They say that when, if, you get to work in the morning, you are hungover and late, that when you get back from lunch, you smell like alcohol and you drank a lot." Millers said, and Barry was annoyed, anyone could see it. "Cut to the chase sir, tell me what you have to do so I can go back to work, I have a project to finish." Barry said, sighing. "Fine. Since your behavior has gone off the rails, I will have to terminate you, permanently, this time." Millers said, and Barry's jaw dropped. Sure, Barry was terminated once or twice, but his boss always made him go back to work after two weeks, but now, it might be permanent. "Come again?" Barry asked, when he unfroze. "Mr. Allen, you are fired! Don't even bother finishing the day, clean up your desk and leave, I don't want to see your face anymore." Millers basically yelled, and Barry got up afterwards, leaving the office of his newly former boss. Barry took his time to clean his desk, taking all of his personal belongings, not even bothering to say goodbye to his former colleagues.

When he got out of the building, Barry looked at it one last time before leaving for good. When he saw a recycling bin, Barry all but threw his stuff in it, mad that he got fired, but expecting it at the same time. Since he was too mad and too depressed to look at the photos he had taken from his desk, he placed them in the bin.

Barry started his new unemployed afternoon by going to the closest bar to his location. He drank many strong drinks, throwing up a lot, but continuing to drink. He danced with many hot girls and kissed some of them, forgetting Kara and Oliver. They were dead, and they would want him to move on, right? Barry, when he got cut off by the bartender in the end of the afternoon, left and went to another nearby bar.

He also drank a lot, but seeing how waisted he already was, he was cut off fast by that bar, so he left, finding a new place to have fun.

He finally found a good bar, where he stayed a few hours, drinking, but mainly dancing with the girls and boys and eating a little.

When he got cut off by that bar as well, it was in the late hours of the night, at around eleven, so he walked on the sidewalk, going to get his phone, when he threw up on the ground, groaning in pain and depression.

When he got up and started walking again, going for his phone, Barry heard and saw the police getting close to him, and then nothing. He passed out on the ground, letting himself being dragged by the cops.

When he came to, he was in a holding cell in the NCPD precinct. "Well well, sleeping beauty awakens, finally. I was thinking that you might have hurt your head on the ground." A very familiar voice told him, and he groaned, not in pain, but exasperation. The one person in National City he did NOT want to see, even less in a holding cell. "Shut up, Danvers. You lost the right to insult me when you went on your hell rage against Kara." Barry spat, regretting that quickly as he placed his hand on his forehead. "Fine, but she did start…" Alex paused, as she heard someone clear their throat in front of their cell. "Hello Miss Danvers, Mr. Allen." A man said, he was tall, well built, and African-American. "Who are you? I didn't ask for a lawyer, nether of us did." Alex stated, looking at the man in front of them. "Not a lawyer." The man simply said, smirking. "Then are you a priest? I hope not, cause man, we aren't the best people for that kind of stuff… whatever you do…" Barry said, gesturing to the man as he said the last words. "Not a priest ether. And I know that you aren't the best for that, because if you were, you wouldn't be in this cell. People that believe in a god, don't end up in a holding cell because they had problems that they tried to resolve with alcohol, they pray instead." The man said, shocking both Barry and Alex. "Then why are you here?" Alex asked, tired of the game. "I know if your sister, Alex. I know what she is, or what she was. I know about your relationship, Mr. Allen." The man said, shocking both young adults even more. "Who are you? How do you know about all of that?" Barry asked, once he got out of his stupor. "My name is Hank Henshaw and I work for a government agency that deals with people like your sister, Miss Danvers. I am here to offer both of you a job for me. You don't have to answer today, but I do want to show you the DEO before you give me your answers." Hank said, unlocking the doors, and leading them outside.

He showed them the agency and explained what they did in details. DEO, short for Department of extra-normal operations, deals mainly with rogue aliens in covert operations, so that no one know of them.

Alex and Barry were fascinated, but still wanted to take the time to take all that in and to decide weather or not they would accept the job.

A/N 1: I hope you liked this chapter, it was fun to write, like all of them!

A/N 2 (PLEASE READ): I have an announcement/question for you, readers of Bonds and the Island. I am now posting on Bonds to ask this question, because I thought it would be better then just asking you on the Island. Ok, I am planning a special chapter, like Worlds Finest in Supergirl, but different, I am not telling you anything more, though. So, for that chapter, I was planning a very special visit, but I don't know from who yet, that is where you come in, I am giving you choices of people, and you tell me which you want to see (I know I am repeating myself, because some of you don't read the Island, maybe, with modifications, so please use this version to answer, and not the one on the Island).

1) Kara's alternate twin sister (Origins about the alternates are different than in this story) : Skylar

2) alternate Barry

3) alternate Cisco and Kara

4) alternate Kara

5) lost alternate of any character of the story

6) unknown person: random character in the multiverse/DC universe

A/N 3: Please review and answer this question, please! I am writing for you guys, so you have the right to choose this newest character(s). And next chapter is one of the chapters you have (maybe) all been waiting for!

Next, on Bonds...

accident:

"I am director Hank Henshaw, and this is agent Danvers, we are here to take possession of this facility." The African-American man said, giving her a card. "On who's commend? What organization are you?" Wells asked, rolling towards them. "The president asked us if we could do it. At first, we did not want to, but when we heard that you were treating one of my agents, we took it as an order to do it. We work for an agency called the DEO, we monitor alien life on earth, but now, we also monitor the ones affected by the dark matter released by your particle accelerator when it exploded." Agent Danvers answered, taking a step forward.