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"Honey! Breakfast's ready!"

He opens his eyes to the sound of her voice. A voice he should find familiar. He looks up to a ceiling and down to a bed that he should recognize after rubbing his eyes to confirm that he is not hallucinating. To his dismay, Oliver does not.

He quickly sits upright, confused as to why he is here. He does eventually recognize his current environment as the bedroom of Barry and Iris Allen. Oliver remembers it from the time he and Felicity came to visit last year.

Oliver looks all around the room, seeing a couple of shelves on the side, a white, thin brick wall behind him. Outside the window is a view of a street in Central City and, to his surprise, a red sky.

Oliver has no recollection on how he got here. Just as he feels himself about to call out to Iris and ask, he stops and takes a deep breath.

No. Try to remember. I must have gotten here somehow. What was the last thing I did? I…I woke up this morning and… Oliver pinches the bridge of his nose, his hazy memories becoming clearer. I went to ARGUS because John challenged me to a match to see if…

"Come on!" The voice booms again, the tone now clearer and more distinct with Oliver feeling more awake. It was Iris West-Allen. "It's going to get cold!"

Not seeing Barry in the room, Oliver assumes that Iris is talking to him.

"Uh…coming!" Oliver responds, seeing if Iris would respond in confusion. For some reason, Iris doesn't even check up on him.

Oliver sighs. Just…go with it. For now.

As soon as Oliver enters the living room, he is greeted by a reflection of himself in a green shirt and tan pants. He doesn't even own these cloths. But what also catches his eye is a photo of him sitting with…

Iris!? But …wait. The date on the photo. It says… Oliver shakes his wide-eyed head. This is years ago! We've never even met. How—

"Morning babe," Iris, who is wearing a black skirt and a black shirt with colored stripes, says with an enthusiastic tone. She hands Oliver a plate of pancakes shaped like lightning bolts.

Still not seeing Barry, Oliver begins to assume to whom Iris is talking to. Did she call me—

"I cooked them right this time."

Without warning, Iris plants a kiss on Oliver's lips. His confusion turns into shock as his eyes become even wider than before.

WHAT THE HELL!? WHY THE HELL!?WHAT AND WHY THE HELL!?

Iris leans away, not looking shocked as Oliver is. Not even guilty. She just smiles as she moves to the table, as if she does not know what she has done.

Oliver doesn't know what to do or say. Thoughts are shooting out all at once.

"Uh…I…" Oliver stutters. As he forces his brain to focus, he walks to the table while trying to form a sentence. "He…He's probably coming back at any moment."

Iris maintains her smile as she sets her pancakes on the table. "Babe, I know we haven't caught Cicada yet, but Cisco and Caitlin are working round the clock to—"

"Iris!" Oliver interrupts with a controlled tone. "Who is Cicada?"

Iris raises an eyebrow. "Cicada. Our newest baddie that we've been tracking for the last 3 months." Iris then leans on the table. "Are you okay Barry?"

Oliver freezes in place, trying to show no emotion. Barry? She thinks I'm Barry? Okay, something is very, VERY wrong. She somehow doesn't know it and, most likely, nobody else does. Just play along for now.

"Yeah," Oliver says as he walks to the table and sits in the seat next to Iris. "Yeah. I'm fine. I just…I just didn't get enough sleep last night because of…Cicada."

"Oh," Iris responds, Oliver glad that she didn't see through the lie. "Well, listen." She sits down and takes Oliver by the hand, making him uncomfortable inside, making it harder to keep his poker face up. "Don't worry. You ARE going to stop him. You always save the day. I believe this. Nora believes this. and so should you."

Her assuring words don't give Oliver comfort. If anything, they accomplish nothing except cement the fact that something is very wrong. These are things he should be saying to…

Barry! If I somehow became him, he's also become me. I need to find him. Fast. Just come up with an excu—

Suddenly, a beeping is heard from Iris' skirt pocket. She reaches into it and takes out a phone.

Oliver stays silent, trying to stave off the frustration he feels.

"It's Cisco," Iris says. "He says there's been a break in at IVO Labs." Iris quickly gets up and rushes to the bedroom. "Wait here! I'll get the ring."

Oliver stands up with a raised eyebrow.

Ring? What ring?

He looks to the door, seeing this as his opportunity to escape. However, he hesitates.

Even if I do get out, I don't know how I'm going to find him. I don't have his super… He looks over to the kitchen counter, tilting his head a bit. Do I though? He then shrugs his shoulders. Only one way to find out.

As if by reflex, he runs to the counter. As he does, a strange surge of power overflows him, like lightning coursing through his veins. The world around him seems slow, and yet he is halfway to his destination in nanoseconds.

As he reaches the counter, he tries to stop himself. Taking too long to figure out how, he ends up almost falling face first on the countertop, his arms supporting him.

Oliver takes a moment to breathe. "WOW, that is a rush," he whispers, not wanting Iris to hear that.

"Barry!" Iris calls out. Remembering that he is Barry now, Oliver runs normally out of the kitchen and finds Iris holding a ring with the Flash emblem on it. "Here."

Iris tosses the ring to Oliver. He gazes at it for a moment after catching it. It feels almost familiar to him. Then, as if by instinct or reflex, he puts the ring on, closes his fist, and points the ring away from him. The ring opens and dispenses what looks like the Flash suit, but with a different design.

Again, out of reflex, he speeds up and puts the suit on. The instant he stops, He looks back at the mirror, seeing the suit in full display. Unlike Flash's last suit, which had more armor and gadgetry, this suit looks simplistic, while feeling comfortable and light.

Oliver lets out a subtle sigh, for seeing himself in a different suit didn't sit right with him.

"Barry," Oliver begins to ask with a shaky voice. "What did you do?"

Seeing that Oliver is being dragged into this, he rushes to IVO Labs, hoping that wherever Barry is, he can hold out for just a little while longer.


Barry slams onto the floor and…

Wait! Where the hell…

"Come on man," a familiar voice above him calls. "Get up!"

Barry looks to where the voice is coming from, seeing John Diggle extending a hand to him.

"What…" Barry tries to ask, out of breath. "What are you doing Diggle?"

"I'm kicking your butt," Diggle vaguely explains with a smirk. "Now get up!"

Barry takes the hand and allows Diggle to pull him up. As he stands, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place. The corner they are in is covered by a blue practice mat and wall while the rest of the room spreading outward has exercise equipment and a couple of computers.

"Uh, Dig. Where are we?" Barry asks. "Is this part of the Bunker renovation?"

"Come on Oliver," Diggle says, "You've been to ARGUS dozens of times."

Barry's eyes grow wide. Did he just call me—

Suddenly, Diggle throws a jab, which Barry dodges at the last minute. John then throws cross and an under-hook jab, which Barry oddly knows how to deflect and avoid. Almost as if by reflex. Suddenly, when Diggle employs another hook, Barry blocks it with both arms. He does not counter, still amazed that he even blocked at all. Diggle tries to take advantage of this with a series of punches, but Barry bobs and weaves like a boxer. He still takes a couple of hits, but he brushes them off. Barry then quickly counters with punches of his own, Diggle blocking most of them, but not all. Barry, seeing an opening, finishes Diggle off with an uppercut, which forcing him to the ground.

Taking a breath, Barry finally figures out what is happening. "I'm Oliver Queen."

Diggle groans as he gets up. "Yeah. I'll say."

"I'm the Green Arrow!" Barry exclaims with silent enthusiasm. But that soon faded away when the realization hits him.

If I'm Oliver, then Oliver is…

"Oh, this is bad."

"I know," Diggle says as he rubs his jaw. "Even with 6 months in prison, I'm still not as good as you." John then points at Barry with a smirk. "But I'll get there."

Barry looks away and ponders, Right. Diggle doesn't know I'm not Oliver. I need to play along.

Barry clears his throat as his attention turns back to Diggle. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you will. Listen, I need to make an emergency call to Star Labs. So, if you'll excuse me—"

Suddenly, a computer across from them starts blaring. Diggle walks over and checks it out.

"It's the Ninth Circle," Diggle says. "They're in a turf war with the Bertinellis at one of Diaz's old storehouses. We need to move."

Move?! No, no, no. I can't do this. I don't know how to go all Green Arrow!

"Can't we, uh, let ARGUS or the others handle these Ninth Circle guys?" Barry asks, his voice trembling a bit.

"We can't," Diggle says. "We're the only ones that can get there in time." Diggle grabs a suitcase from one of the tables and hands it to Barry. "Suit up."

Suit up? Wait!

Barry opens the case up, seeing the Green Arrow suit in all its glory. He takes it out, seeing a few key differences from Oliver's old suit that he oddly recognizes. This actually looked like William's old suit. Most likely, he leant it to his father after becoming the Red Arrow.

Oh man, this is going to be awesome. But wait. How do I…

He looks away from the suit, seeing Diggle already getting on his Spartan suit. Barry catches up, asking, "Hey, uh, how do I put this on? Do I always put it on by myself? Is there a manual?"


Felicity gets a whiff of the pancakes inside the pan, taking in the aroma of the fresh, light breakfast treat. She hears the timer goes off, indicating that it is about time for them to be served. She takes the pan off of the hot area of the stove and places it near the plates. She takes a spatula and scoops up the pancakes, placing 2 on each plate.

"They ready?" The voice of Mia, the daughter of Oliver and Felicity asks.

"Yeah," Felicity says as she takes 2 of the plates and hands them to Mia. "Take these to the table."

Felicity grabs the last plate and follows Mia. As they place them on the tabletop, a knock on the door is heard.

"I got it," Felicity says. "You eat up."

Mia sits down, cutting up the pancakes as Felicity goes to the door. When she opens it, she sees the face of her stepson from the future.

"Hey Will," Felicity greets him with a smile.

"Hey," William responds back, though his tone sounds a bit disgruntled. "Sorry I'm late. I kind of overslept."

"Don't worry about it," Felicity says with a dismissive hand. "You're just in time. Come on."

"You should try these," Mia says with a somewhat full mouth. "They're actually pretty good."

"I'm sure they are," William says, before whispering into Felicity's ear, "You made those by yourself, right?"

Felicity playfully scoffs as they walk to the table. "Like I said, I have MAD cooking skills."

"Is Dad still at ARGUS?" William asks.

"Yeah," Felicity asks. "Most likely whooping John's butt." Felicity stops halfway to the table to turn to William and ask, "You want coffee with your—"

William isn't even close to Felicity. He is looking at the row of family photos, squinting slightly and leaning in closer, as if inspecting them.

"William?" Felicity calls out. He doesn't answer, his focus on the pictures. She walks towards him and looks at the photos as well, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. It was just them and Oliver, who looks pretty much the same in all of them, including the recent one of them with Mia at the park. Maybe William is surprised at how Oliver still maintains that black combed hair after all this time.

"Look, William," Felicity begins to say. "I know you probably haven't seen a lot of photos with me and your Dad, but that photo was take—"

"You think this is Dad?" William asks when he turns his head to her, his brows furrowed.

"Well, yeah. Who else would that be?"

William takes a photo and points at Oliver. "Felicity, this is Barry Allen."

Now Felicity's brows are furrowing. She shakes her head, but…part of her feels as if William is telling the truth. Somehow. But why?

"No," Felicity denies. "That…that can't be right. I…"

William looks over to Mia. "Mia hasn't changed." He then moves his hand close to his face. "And I haven't changed since I looked in my bathroom mi—"

William's eyes then grow wide and his jaw slightly drops.

Felicity becomes worried. "William? Are you okay?"

For a while, William does nothing. After a few seconds, William puts the photo down and points to Felicity and says, "Call ARGUS and ask them where the Green Arrow is." William quickly takes out a breach beacon and rushes to the door.

"Wait," Felicity calls out. "Where are you going?"

"I need to get to the bunker. Get my suit. Call Billy. He may be the only one who will believe me."

"Will!" Mia calls out as well, running to Felicity's side. "What's going on?"

William opens the door, but he takes a moment to turn around and tell them, "I think someone has tampered with reality."