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Chapter Twenty-Five:

"Whatcha got for me, Cisco?"

Harrison was sitting in the cortex, taking a break from saving people. He was tired—he felt as though he couldn't save another person. Not that day. Not the way he was feeling. The young man missed home so much, his heart ached. Now that Christmas had passed, it felt as though the clock was ticking down. It had been well over a year since he had been sent to Barry's time. A month after Christmas, and now it was nearly a year and a half.

He missed Tess.

Harrison longed to just see her face. Sure, there were pictures—memories—but it wasn't the same as seeing her in person. He longed just to hear the ringing sound of her laugh—one of her quick jokes. A year later, and it felt as though he had entirely forgotten the sound of her voice. Harrison sighed and put his head in his hands.

"—You've been playing Good Samaritan all morning," Cisco was groaning to Barry, sitting in the main desk across the room. "Take a break—Harrison's taking one."

"Leave me out of this," Harrison muttered from the other side of the room.

"Are you sure you don't want to get to CCPD?" Cisco asked.

"No, I can catch up later."

"—'Cause we cannot afford to waste any more time," Harry muttered from beside Cisco.

"Oh, the ever consistent raincloud of joy," Harrison muttered under his breath.

At the same time, Cisco asked, "What, 'cause we've been sipping Mai Thais since you got here?"

"I don't know what you've been sipping, but Barry needs to get better, stronger, faster. We need to train to prepare for Zoom."

"Oh, I see," the young man said once he finished, picking up his mug from the desk. "You haven't had your morning coffee yet."

"I had my coffee this morning," the older man dissented. As Cisco raised the cup to his lips, he ordered, "Don't slurp."

With a slurp, Cisco took a sip out of his cup.

"Don't—"

The young man slurped again, cutting him off.

"Don't…"he drew the word out, long and annoyed. Just to spite him, Cisco did the same—taking a long and annoying sip. His last slurp was cut off by a beeping on the computer. Instantly, he was sitting up and attentive, shouting directions at Barry through the microphone.

Over at his desk, Harrison shook his head, not in the mood to deal with either men in the room with him.

Then, Cisco called, "How's that for training? Now take a break!"

He turned to Harry and said, "Look, we're gonna catch Zoom. All we gotta do is figure out how to steal Zoom's speed, and then we'll get your daughter back."

"That might take longer than we thought." Harrison finally looked up to see Jay in the doorway.

"Why is that?" Harry asked.

"The Turtle's dead."

Cisco turned and caught eye-contact with Harrison, whose eyebrow's lowered in confused concern. The former leaned forward, turning on the microphone and saying, "Barry, we need you back here, STAT."

…

Harrison stood with Cisco, Harry, and Jay as Caitlin and Barry crouched over the dead body in the cell as Cisco muttered, "He'd better not be pulling a Juliet," Caitlin looked up from her iPad and gave him a pained look. "Yeah," Cisco said, responding to her gaze, "I watch plays too."

"He's dead, Cisco," she emphasized.

"How'd this happen?" Harry asked quietly, one fist resting on the wall.

"Preliminary brain scan shows an acute brain aneurysm," the doctor told them, glancing down at her iPad.

"The night we captured him," Jay observed. "How's that for timing?"

"What does that mean?" Harry asked. "You think I did this, Garrick?" The man in question raised his eyebrows. "This man is the key to us stopping Zoom—the key to me saving my daughter. Why would I want that?"

"I never understood why you do anything, Harrison," he replied.

"Uh, no," Harrison interrupted, leaning forward. "I'm Harrison. He's Harry."

"You realize my name is Harrison as well?" Harry retorted. "Why do you earn that name and not me?"

"I got here first."

"Okay, okay!" Cisco interrupted, shoving between them. Both tall men looked down at him. "You're both a little antsy. Why don't we all just sit down, and talk this through?"

Harrison shoved his friend out of his way, into his own doppelganger. Jay warily stepped to the side and the young man walked briskly past him and out of the room.

…

Harrison sat on his bed, running his wand through his fingers. Just beyond him sat a picture of Tess that he had printed out months ago and framed. He glanced up at it, and then slammed it down where he couldn't see her smiling face.

"Hey, you okay man?"

The young man glanced up at Cisco, who was hovering awkwardly in the doorway to his bedroom. Harrison set his wand down on the side table.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know that's the exact thing Harry said, right?" Harrison shook his head unhappily. "Anyway, you've been acting…"

"Mopey?" Harrison suggested, receiving a nod. The young man laughed mirthlessly. "I suppose it would seem that way, wouldn't it?" He paused. "No, I'm just…missing home."

"I suppose that the fact that you no longer have to fear for your life when you return makes it harder," Cisco muttered.

"Yeah," the young man agreed. "And…one week will mark the day I've been here a year and a half. Almost two whole years." He shook his head with a sigh. "I just want to go home."

It was a plea so small and quiet that somehow made him seem a hundred years older and sadder. Cisco's face contorted with sympathy. Then, he said quietly, "I, uh, I may have vibed you earlier when you shoved me."

Harrison's head shot up.

"What?" he asked. "What did you see?"

"I'm—I'm not quite sure," Cisco replied. "It was kind of hazy…but I could make out a man. I…"

"What?" Harrison asked as he trailed off. "Who was he?"

"Well he didn't have a nose," Cisco said slowly. "Just two slits like a snake. And his eyes were red…" he trailed off. A mental image of a man with the same description popped up in his mind. "You know, the Harry Potter movies weren't quite accurate with their casting, so he looked a little different, but I think it was Voldemort."

"Harry Potter?" Harrison parroted, his voice very quiet. Then, he seemed to snap back to the present. "Iris mentioned something about a book series when I first met her."

"Oh, yeah, I own all of them," Cisco replied. "I can lend them to you."

Harrison nodded very slowly. Then, he looked up at his friend. "Hey, you don't think you could vibe me, do you?"

Cisco shook his head and replied, "I don't know…I still don't have a whole lot of control over it." They both looked down. Then, Cisco's eyes widened as an idea popped into his head. "But maybe we can get Harry to help us."

…

"So what do you think?"

Harry looked up at the both of them with a very reluctant look in his eyes.

"We could find out where Zoom is," Cisco added. "Get the jump on him."

"Good idea," Harry replied. "You do that."

"We need your help," Harrison interrupted.

"What you need, Ramon, is to figure out what triggers your powers."

"Exactly," Cisco agreed, "and I don't know what triggers them. It's completely inconsistent. Sometimes it's when I touch something that belongs to a breacher, sometimes it just happens."

"There's always a cause," Harry muttered. "Cause—Effect—It doesn't take Einstein to figure that out."

"Okay, so what is the cause?" Cisco asked. His tone reflected how fed up he was beginning to feel with the man. Harrison could help but feel a twinge of annoyance as well. "You saw when I tried to vibe Dr. Light—when I tried to vibe you—it took a long time."

"Yes," he muttered, blinking. He stood up and looked at the two young men standing before him. "Yes, it did. Meet me in the Time Vault."

And he turned and walked away. Cisco and Harrison shared a partly confused, partly

worried look. "For what?" Cisco asked. As he disappeared through the doorway, the older man said nothing, only waving a finger at them. Cisco walked out of his work room.

"What do you think he's up to?" Harrison asked, following him. His earlier sulking feeling was completely forgotten.

Cisco shrugged in reply. They walked down the hallway and saw that the Time Vault was open. Cisco peeked a head inside and asked, "Hello?" It was dark, lit only by the light in the hallway. Harrison followed his friend inside. "Harry?" At no response, Cisco muttered, "Great, now he's going to make us wait in this freaky braille room."

There was a sound behind them and a quiet voice, whispering, "Hi, Cisco."

Harrison jumped out of his skin and clutched Cisco's arm, who screamed. They both turned to see a man standing in the dark room with a yellow suit on.

"Stop! Don't do that!" Cisco shouted as he realized it was Harry. He let out a growl of annoyance, still clutching his heart.

"I figured out your trigger," Harry whispered, walking forward. "The rush of adrenaline. Dopamine floods the brain, and the quickest way to achieve that result…" Cisco swallowed as he trailed off. Harrison stepped back warily as Harry grabbed Cisco's shoulders and exclaimed, "Fear!"

Cisco's eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open limply as he froze. His mouth slowly drifted shut and he blinked a few times. Harrison and Harry both looked at him with concern, asking, "What did you see?"

"Reverse Flash," Cisco breathed. "He's here."

…

"Great, and we thought we had enough going on," Harrison muttered bitterly.

The Reverse Flash was indeed back, and he had kidnapped Tina McGee.

"So, I'm confused," Joe said from beside Barry. "How is the Reverse Flash here? I though he disappeared—is he back?"

"He didn't know we've met each other before," Barry said, shaking his head. "Not in this time, anyway."

Harrison nodded in understanding. Then, he turned to Joe and said, "He's a past Thawne from the future."

Joe's eyebrows lowered and his tilted his head.

"Not helping," he finally said.

"Here, let me show you," Harrison said, walking over to the clear board. He drew three circles in a line, explaining that the one on the far left was their time, the one in the center was Thawne's time, and the one on the right was the moment Thawne left his own time and went back to Barry's. He drew a line from that bubble to the one on the left. "The Thawne that's here now is the one from this time," he pointed to the center bubble.

"He has not yet travelled back in time to kill Barry's mother. He's here now in this timeline for the first time—" Harrison added.

"He does not know your name," his doppelganger continued.

"—or any of us," the younger Wells finally finished.

"If Thawne dies before he can travel back again," Joe mused, "would that save Barry's mother?"

"No," Harry replied. "That's not how it works."

"You see," Harrison said, "The death of Nora Allen is what people call a fixed point in time. She is dead in this timeline—nothing can fix that."

"All right, well, I'm gonna end this," Barry interrupted. "Him—in this time—once and for all."

"Let's find Dr. McGee," Joe argued. "Then we'll deal with Thawne. Okay?"

In the doorway, Eddie shook his head, muttering, "I can't believe a descendant of mine ever went so nuts."

Joe walked over to him and as the two headed back to the elevator, Joe asked, "Can you go find Iris? Keep her safe?"

"Already on it," his partner replied.

The elevator door shut, concealing them inside.

Harry set the dry-erase marker down and muttered, "Ramon," gesturing for the young man to follow him. Curious, Harrison came as well.

…

"So what did you do to my goggles?" Cisco asked as he and Harrison looked down at the goggles they had used to cause Cisco to lucid dream the year before.

"I added a wavelength trigger to stimulate the fear receptors in your brain," the older man replied. He picked them up. "And then, I took what you already had to induce slow-wave sleep and upgraded it to get you to stage four sleep—it will give us more control."

"Okay," Cisco muttered slowly.

"Now I'll be able to dictate how long you vibe for," Harry said, holding them out to the young man. "Put 'em on."

Cisco looked at him warily, asking after a pause, "What am I gonna see?"

"I don't know," Harry replied, raising an eyebrow. "I've never done this before. You'll have to tell me so I can steer you where you need to be."

Cisco took the goggles and looked at them, turning them over in his hands.

"Come on, Cisco," Harrison prompted. "Go ahead and put them on."

"Okay," he mumbled.

"Atta boy," Harry said as the young man sat on a stool and shook his head, before sliding the goggles onto his face.

They lit up with a green light, and Cisco fell silent. Then, he laughed, "Oh, yeah, man. I'm in full vibe-mode right now."

"What do you see?" Harry asked.

"It's hard to explain," Cisco replied. "It's different events in time."

"Concentrate on the Reverse Flash."

"Okay," Cisco muttered, falling silent once more. "I see him."

"Move toward him," the older man instructed.

"Okay, now what?"

"Try to picture him with Christina McGee."

He was silent even longer this time. He must have been watching something. Then, he cried out, "No!" Both Wells' smiles fell and Harrison's eyebrows lowered in concern. Harry stepped back as Cisco stood, throwing off the goggles and panting.

"Well, what is it?" Harry asked.

"She's dead," Cisco breathed.

…

"Dr. McGee is dead?" Caitlin asked with a concerned look on her face.

Cisco rubbed his own face and sighed, "I don't know—The Wells and I were trying to hone my powers to find Zoom, and then we ended up using them to find the Reverse Flash. And that's when—I saw him kill her. And then he left."

"He left?" Barry asked. "What do you mean, he left?"

"I mean, he—McGee built him some sort of time machine, he ran into it, and got flung back into his own time."

The speedster sighed unhappily, looking away.

"Well, you'd need superluminal energy to send someone through time," Harry mused.

"You mean like tach—?" the Flash asked.

"Tachyons," Harry finished.

"We can track their location once they've been activated," Barry told him. Harrison wandered over to the computer and ran the scan. "Anything?"

"Nothing."

Cisco sighed and put a hand on his head.

"Cisco, you're sure that's what you saw?" the speedster asked.

"Positive."

"What else did you see?" Harry asked, turning back to Cisco.

"There was all sorts of weird tech everywhere," the long-haired young man responded. "A clock…"

As he reached into his memory, to name something else, Harry interrupted, "What time did the clock say?"

"'9:52', I think," he muttered slowly. "How is that relevant?"

"It's six o'clock now," Harrison realized.

Cisco stood quickly, pushing the chair away from him, and asked, "Are you telling me I can see the future?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Harry responded.

"Those goggles are getting named," Cisco breathed. "Immediately."

"But that means Dr. McGee is alive," Caitlin smiled.

"That's right," Harry said.

"Okay, so we have three hours, fifty-two minutes to find her and the Reverse Flash," Barry told them.

…

"Tachyons!" Cisco exclaimed. "87th, and Avenue J!"

As Barry sped off, Harrison said into the microphone, "All right, I'll grab Dr. McGee. You make sure Thawne doesn't do any more damage."

Harrison then apparated there and to the outside of STAR Labs within a fraction of a minute with Tina McGee in tow. He turned to her and said, "You need to get somewhere safe."

"What's going on?" she asked. "Who are you?"

Harrison hesitated, and then pulled off his mask, saying, "Hello, Tina." Her mouth fell open in shock. He paused and then said with a laugh, "Where I come from, you're around twenty years younger."

"You're dead!" she exclaimed.

"Well, the Harrison Wells in this world….is," Harrison replied. "I'm…not him."

"I don't understand," she said quickly.

Harrison shook his head.

"All you need to know is that there is a man here from a different time who wants to return home—"

"The man in yellow."

"Yes, and he will stop at nothing to return home. That means going after, using, and even killing people who can help him. You need to get to a safe place."

She nodded and ran off. Once she was gone, Harrison raised a hand to his com and asked, "Barry, what's happening?"

"I'm back," the Flash replied. "Thawne is taken care of."

…

"When you said 'taken care of,' I thought you meant sent back to his own time!" Harrison exclaimed, looking at the video feed of Thawne locked in the pipeline. "Why is he here?"

"He's not going to hurt another person again," Barry muttered in response.

Cisco rubbed his nose beside Harrison, who shouted, "You don't know what you're messing with! It never turns out well when you screw with time!"

"What could happen?" Barry yelled in return.

Harrison started forward and Barry turned and stalked out of the cortex. The former turned away with a sigh, his eyebrows contorted in annoyance. On the other side of him, Eddie looked at the security feed of Eobard looking up at the camera.

"I've got to get back to work," the cop muttered.

"Yeah," Joe agreed. "Come on."

And the two of them left.

Just a few minutes later, Thawne stood and began talking to someone—Barry had gone down to the pipeline.

"Don't worry," Cisco whispered. "We'll get you home soon."

Harrison shook his head. "No—it's just—" he sighed. "Sometimes he's so stubborn."

Cisco nodded, rubbing his nose again. Harrison glanced over, and then did a double-take as he realized there was blood on the young man's hand.

"You okay?" he asked, reaching out a hand to support his friend as the young man swayed unsteadily.

"Yeah," Cisco said. Then, he seemed to choke. "Ye—"

He cut off and fell to the floor. There, he shook uncontrollably, flailing his arms. His nose was now pouring blood. Caitlin rushed forward and Harry turned and watched with concern.

"What happened?" Caitlin asked, looking up at Harrison.

"I-I don't know!" Harrison exclaimed. "He just—fell over!"

"Help me get him to the med-bay," Caitlin said quickly.

As Harry grabbed his feet and the two of them carried him to a bed, Harrison ran his hands through his hair nervously. Caitlin ran over to the microphone and shouted, "Barry we need you into the cortex now!"

Then, she ran back and check a computer. As Harry and Harrison stepped forward, holding Cisco gently, Barry sped up and asked, "What's happening?"

"He's experiencing an uncontrollable amount of electrical energy in his brain, putting him in a prolonged state of clonic seizing." she responded.

"What?" Barry breathed, his eyes widening. "Can you stop it?"

"I don't know." As he continued to jerk, Caitlin turned back to her computer, ordering, "Hold him down!"

"We're trying!" Harrison shouted.

"Sedate him, Snow!" Harry commanded. "Now!"

"Benzodiazepine," Caitlin muttered, pulling out a needle. "This should do it."

She injected the needle into his arm and Cisco's seizure's slowed to a stop. Harrison let out a sigh of relief with the others. Then, they all jumped back in surprise as Cisco's body phased out, leaving him unstable—he resembled a ghost that pulsed and lay on the bed.

"What was that?" Barry asked.

"What's going on, where the hell am I?" Cisco shouted.

"Cisco!" Barry exclaimed.

"It's the timeline," Harry told them, walking forward.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"When you—when you captured Reverse Flash, we ruptured the timeline!" Harry explained in a disjointed manner. "That's what this—All the blood, and the seizures—a-and all! Cisco is being affect to—to—by the changes to the timeline—the changes to the past, and the changes to the present! This is what is this is. We need to do something and we need to do it fast."

"All right—all right—what do we do?" Harrison asked.

"We need to restore the timeline," the older man replied. "Barry, you need to get Reverse Flash and send him to the future as quickly as possible!"

"What?" the Flash spluttered. Then his voice raised to a shout. "Are you—I just caught him!"

"Barry—"

"—and you want me to just let him go?"

"Him being here is killing Cisco!" Harry bellowed in return.

Barry raised his hands up to his head and his face filled with anguish.

"Barry, if this is the only way, you have to do this," Caitlin pleaded.

"I can't!" he breathed. "A-all right, look, even if I wanted to I can't. I destroyed the tachyon in the speed machine. There's no way it'll reach the speed necessary to send him back home."

Harrison raised a hand up to his mouth and Harry rubbed his head, causing his dark hair to stand on end. Then, Harrison whispered, "You've time travelled before."

"What?" Barry asked.

Much louder, the young man exclaimed, "You've—time traveled—before! You're—you're speed, coupled with Thawne's, will be more than enough—"

"To send him through the time continuum," Harry finished. "You can do it."

Barry looked around at them all.

"All right," he nodded. "All right, let's do it."

They went down to the pipeline. Barry and Harrison were in their respective suits and Harry had his enormous gun in hand. As Barry opened the door to Eobard's cell, the man smiled.

"The paradox," he said. "You're all messing with something you don't understand."

"Can you do us a favor," Harry asked, "and shut up?"

Thawne laughed.

"And how exactly are you going to send me home?" he questioned skeptically.

"Don't worry about it," Harrison retorted.

"You fixed Dr. McGee's tachyon machine?"

"He said 'don't worry about it'," Harry repeated. "We came up with a different method."

"Is that so?" the man asked, raising his chin and looking at the two men with a critical eye.

"Uh huh," Harrison replied.

"Who are you?" he asked, finally stepping out of his cell.

Harry, his gun trained on the man, and Harrison with his hands raised ready in defense, shared a look.

"No one of consequence," the older one replied.

A smile slowly spread across Thawne's face as he said, "Oh, I highly doubt that."

…

As the two speedster ran inside the pipeline, Harry muttered, "This is his origin story. This is where he learns about all of them—about us—the Harrison Wells from this Earth."

"And there's nothing we can do about it," Harrison sighed, pulling his hood off. His short black hair stood wildly on end.

"Yes," his doppelganger affirmed.

"The Harrison Wells on this Earth is doomed to die."

The both of them fell silent—a strange understanding finally coming between them. All though they were two very different people, there was a strange link between them—their very identity, the thing that made them unique from everyone else in the world, is what connected them in their silent agreement.

A vow to make sure that no one else died needlessly.

~LittleMissMycroft