Chapter 36: Well, This is Awkward
Kara's Point of View
It's a Wednesday afternoon and I was sitting at my desk, at CatCo, filing papers, when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Ma'am, we have a situation at Central City Airport," a DEO agent said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Harrison Wells just got off a plane, I figured you should handle this one, due to his powers," the agent said.
"I'm on my way," I said, anger bubbling up within me. I couldn't believe that after all of the pain that man had caused us all he had the nerve to show up again.
"Mrs. Grant," I said, entering Kat's office.
"I have to go really quickly, I might be a little while," I said. She just nodded and shooed me out the door.
I landed at the airport about a minute later, my anger had fueled my adrenaline, which caused me to fly faster.
"Harrison Wells," I shouted as I landed in the middle of the terminal.
"Supergirl," a voice said, from my left. I turned to see Wells, standing there with a tall blonde and a brunette, who looked like she could be their daughter.
"This isn't what it looks like," he said cautiously.
"Prove it," I said.
"I am not the Harrison Wells the world knows. About fifteen years ago, the exact night that Nora Allen was murdered, Tess and I were on a beach just outside Starling City, while we were on our way back home we drove onto a strip of spikes, causing the car to crash, the crash itself left Tess on the brink of death. I was trying to get to my phone when a man in a yellow suit approached the car," Wells began to explain, then reached into his pocket and pulled out some sort of recording device.
"I managed to activate a recording device, thinking that it might come in handy, it did," he continued, then pressed a button to start the recording.
"Harrison Wells," a voice I had never heard before said. It was slightly staticky and the voice seemed to vibrate like the Reverse Flash's always seemed to.
"My name is Eobard Thawne, but that name doesn't matter it won't matter for many years, the only thing that really matters is who you are, Harrison Wells."
"What are you talking about, I don't understand," Wells' panicked voice stammered.
"In the year 2020 you and your wife, Tess Morgan, successfully launched a particle accelerator that changed the course of history. I need it to happen a bit sooner if I'm going to get back, much sooner," Eobard continued. There was a whirring noise.
"What is that?" Wells asked.
"My way home," Eobard answered simply. The noises that followed I could exactly tell what was happening, but I could tell that it wasn't good.
"Eobard Thawne used this small silver device to become me, I was left alive, and told to move far away if I wanted to live," Wells explained.
"I know how ridiculous this sounds, but judging by everything that has been happening lately, you must know I'm telling the truth," Wells said and I nodded.
"Stand down," I called so that all the agents in the area wouldn't make this situation worse.
"You must be Tess Morgan," I said to the blonde, who nodded.
"Yes, I am, and this is our daughter Jesse," she said quietly.
"We're going to need to head somewhere else as to get the full story, that shouldn't get out to the public," I said quietly to Tess, she just nodded.
Caitlin's Point of View
It's been about four months since the Wells family arrived. Jesse and Tess have both integrated into the team really well, Harry, on the other hand, not so much. We revealed to the public a simplified version of what had happened, not revealing all the detail for safety reasons and because some of it, such as the years in between the recording and now are personal.
After about a month of being here, Wells decided to repair and relaunch the particle accelerator. S.T.A.R. Labs was reopened which made it a bit difficult for the team, so we sectioned off part of the building so that we could use that part of it. Instead of having a lock and key we have a retinal scan, which technically can be hacked, but since only a select group of people knows about it we don't have to worry about it as much. Point is it's the night of the accelerator launch and I was trying to keep my composure, due to the fact that I had been in this exact situation about two years ago. I was leaning against a wall, one hand on my totem, and the other by my side.
"This is it," Wells said, sitting down at the central computer and activating the particle accelerator.
"Now, don't ask about the bang," Ronnie said jokingly, not even thirty seconds later there was a loud bang, louder than last time. Cisco, Ronnie, and Wells dashed out of the room, Tess and I on their heels. Ronnie and Wells ran into the accelerator and Cisco shut the door behind them.
"What are you doing?" I asked, scared that the same thing that had happened two years ago had happened again.
"I'm sorry, Cait, Tess, but I had to, Harry wasn't thinking and put in two things that need to be deactivated in order for the accelerator to turn off," Cisco explained. I just nodded and Tess started to cry. She sat down on the side of the hall and I sat next to her, knowing what she was going through, even though Ronnie and I hadn't been together since the first accelerator.
A few minutes later there was another bang and orange light flew through the room. Tess began to sob even harder, her tears didn't last long though. She soon wiped them away and stood.
"I need to tell Jess," she said. The three of us headed back into the cortex. Tess immediately started to make her way over to Jesse, whose hands had begun to flicker out of visibility.
"Jess," Tess asked.
"It's fine, a side effect of the dark matter," Jesse said calmly.
"I know that silly. I need to tell you something," Tess said hesitantly.
"Dad's dead, it was the accelerator," Jesse said hugging her mother and starting to cry, but only slightly.
Tess's Point of View
I knew from that moment that I wanted nothing to do with the labs, I wanted to run, leave Central City, and run. I wanted to take the possessions I actually need, travel the world, forget what had happened, and start a new life far from here. The only problem was that Jesse seems to have actually found a group of people she's comfortable around. Jess has always been smart for her age, due to Harrison and I having insisted that she have the best education available, but honestly, I'm not being biased, none of her classmates' intelligence ever compared to Jesse's, her intelligence has even begun to compete with her father's and mine.
The next night I decided to talk to Jesse about it. She was sitting in her room, researching something or another.
"Jess, I need to talk to you about something," I started. Jesse turned around on her chair.
"You want to leave Central City," she said, a touch of sadness creeping into her voice.
"Mom, I don't want to go, I finally have some friends that aren't weirded out by my mind and I don't want to have to find new ones," she continued.
"I know, but I can't stay here any longer, although I am willing to let you stay here if you can find a job and somewhere to stay," I said, reluctantly having thought about this a lot. I couldn't stay here, but I also couldn't rip away everything Jesse had grown used to over the past four months. Jesse's face broke into a smile and then fell back to frowning.
"Wait, but I can't do this without you, Mom, I'm only sixteen," she protested.
"Jess, I didn't say you have to stay here, you are more than welcome to come with me, but you are more than capable of handling yourself," I reasoned.
"Can I think about it?" Jesse asked. I just nodded and left the room. After she went to bed I filled out the necessary documents to turn over S.T.A.R. Labs over to Barry Allen and the future Kara Danvers-Allen, along with the rest of the companies linked to it, knowing my daughter well enough to know she would never want to run them herself. I knew that I wouldn't be around much longer due to the fact that my health is quickly deteriorating and I will only be around for about three more months.
Jesse's Point of View
A few weeks later I managed to come to a conclusion, my mom had already packed all her stuff and was ready to leave whenever I came to my decision, whatever it was.
"Mom," I said, walking into the kitchen.
"I'm guessing you made up your mind," she said sadly as if she already knew the conclusion that I came to. I nodded.
"I'm going to stay here in Central City," I said, tears already pricking at my eyes.
"I figured you would. Let me guess you made a pro and con list," she said teasingly.
"Oh stop, and yes I did, I came to the conclusion that the only guaranteed positive to leaving is spending more time with you," I told her and my mom nodded.
"So, I guess this is goodbye," Mom said.
"What now?" I asked.
"I have a flight today, I should have said but, I didn't want to rush your decision," she explained. I felt my eyes starting to actually fill with tears.
"Once you settle down somewhere let me know, I'll come and visit," I said, hugging her. About half an hour later she was gone, heading to Scotland, never to return to Central City or the United States ever again due to the pain it had caused her. I wasn't sure what to do other than find somewhere else to stay until I had enough to live on my own.
The first person I went to was Caitlin Snow. I walked into the cortex. She looked up, eyes sad, already knowing what had probably happened.
"Let me guess you need somewhere to stay," Caitlin said. I just nodded in response.
"Well, you are staying with me then, I have plenty of room, and my younger sister is your age," she said.