I'm back with season 3! Just like I promised. Now the first few chapters are going to be about Flashpoint. It's an entirely new world I created that I hope you all enjoy. My co-authors as always are Brightburn1985 and ThomasMarieAmell2.0.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Arrowverse.

Barry had done some quick searching in this timeline to find a decent hiding place to keep Eobard locked up.

It wasn't like he could just drop him off at a prison, even though it seemed this timeline was also aware of the impossible events he used to deal with.

There were even aliens in this timeline, like that Supergirl person he met previously on another Earth.

Barry had found an abandoned site where he could set up a cell with inhibitors to disable his powers so Thawne wouldn't be able to escape.

Just to let him suffer, Barry would leave him there for a week without any visitation just because he could. He would be all right. Humans could survive months without food, even a speedster who wouldn't be running anytime soon.

As soon as that was all cleared up, he needed to find where he lived. Barry supposes he could live with his parents for the time. It was the entire reason he changed events. To be able to get his parents back after losing them. He just hopes they're still in the same house.

Rushing to his parent's house, Barry slowly walks up the stairs to knock on the door.

When the door opens, it reveals the couple that he dreamed about for the past decade and a half.

"Barry!" his mother shouts. "This is a surprise. What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't find time out of your busy schedule to see us anytime soon."

Barry just shrugs. He had no idea what they're talking about. A smile is stuck on his face as he looks at them. "I just really wanted to see you two. I hope you don't mind I just showed up,"

"Nonsense Barry," his father piped up. "This will always be your home. Never forget that. Your mother and I love having you over. Come in,"

Henry ushered his son into the house. "You're just in time. We were about to have dinner. You can join us. Your mother made plenty,"

"Smells delicious," Barry compliments her.

The three of them sat down at the table and began to eat. "So Barry, what have you been up to? Is everything okay at the hospital?"

Hospital? He worked in a hospital? Barry thought he would've continued to be a CSI, but he supposes a career change wasn't that much of a stretch. His entire inspiration to go into crime was due to his mother's murder and father's wrongful incarceration. Obviously that didn't happen here, so he would've gone into something else.

It looked as though he'd followed in his father's footsteps to become a doctor. Or maybe he was a nurse. He'd have to look into it.

"The hospital is fine," Barry nodded his head. He had to steer the conversation to something else. Something he actually could talk about. "Can we not talk about work? It's just…"

"No, we understand. Don't want to bring work home with you," Henry nodded to his son. "We get it. It's just that it's been a little while since we've seen you. We're just not sure what's going on in your life,"

"I'm your son. You can ask me anything, I promise," Barry said.

"Well is there anyone in your life?" Nora asked. "I know we'd both love to know if there is a person you've taken a little interest in,"

"I'm not seeing anyone right now," At least he hopes not. That would be awkward. "I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment."

"Okay, but is there someone you have your eye on?" Nora asked her child with wide eyes, both hopeful and resigned at the same time.

"No one that comes to mind," Barry shook his head. Of course at that moment his brain conjured an image of Caitlin Snow. He mentally shook his head at the picture. He hated her. He told it to her straight to her face before he left her. But that Caitlin was gone now. A new one had taken her place. One that was destined to become his future wife.

But that was all in the past. This new timeline was a fresh start for him. He'd just have to catch up on what his life had turned out to become.

A knock on the door interrupted any further investigation.

"I'll get it," Henry said, getting up from the table to answer the door.

Curiosity peaked in the mother and son and they both tilted their head to view the front door.

Henry opened the door to show a pair of men wearing suits, looking very official. "Can I help you gentlemen?"

"We're here investigating a disturbance in the area." one of the men stated. The other one pulled out a tablet to display an image. The picture was Barry's lightning trail as he was running to his parent's house. "Have you seen anything like this?"

"What am I looking at? A lightning bolt?" Henry asked as he saw the picture.

"We believe it to be a living bolt of lightning. We've had reports stating it's been travelling through the streets as though it were a living entity,"

"Have you seen something like this in the area? It's last location was somewhere around here." the official stated. "Before you answer I would like to remind you that in accordance with the 'Transcendence Act' created by President Lex Luthor, a transcendent being is to be listed with the government. Anyone found guilty of this, or anyone in association with the transcendent being and fully aware of the fact will face grave punishments."

"I've just been having dinner with my wife and son. I haven't seen a lightning bolt traversing the streets. Sorry to disappoint you gentlemen." Henry replied.

"If you see anything, please be sure to notify us. Here is our card," The officials handed Henry a business card before they both left to talk to the next people on the street.

"Sorry about that," Henry said as he rejoined the dinner table, "where were we?"

But at that point, Barry had stopped paying attention. This timeline was drastically different, and not just in a personal way. It was now illegal to be a 'transcendent being' without being registered. And the president was a completely different person.

Barry needed to find out what happened to the timeline, and fast.

"Oliver?! Oliver, are you here?!" Barry yelled out at the empty base. "God, what happened here?" He silently muttered to himself.

The Arrowcave was full of vines and there was only a limited source of light coming from outside. There are bottles of beers and shards of glasses everywhere and a picture of Oliver and his father together.

"Hey Oliver, I need your help!"

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" A familiar voice yelled out from behind him, stepping out of the shadows.

"Oliver it's…" Barry trailed off as he saw the figure approaching him. This man was not Oliver Queen. He was much older for one. This must be Robert Queen, Oliver's father. If Robert was still alive, then what happened to Oliver?

"Oliver died 12 years ago." Robert pulled out an arrow from his quiver and struck it at Barry's knee. "You still have one knee left, you better tell me who you are and how you know Oliver."

"Oh my god, if Oliver is dead then that means he was the one who died in that boat and you survived, his father survived, you're Robert Queen."

"Say that name one more time and you'll get an arrow straight through your other knee." The vigilante grumbled, pressing the arrow against the other knee, drawing a small amount of blood.

"Wait wait wait! I'm a friend of your son, my name is Barry Allen."

"I don't know any Barry Allen, and my son certainly didn't either. He's dead. You're lying," Robert growled, the arrowhead piercing into Barry's flesh.

"I did. I swear I did. I've talked to him. I know him. We're friends. When Oliver was first going out with Laurel Lance, Oliver confided with you. He said, 'I really like Laurel dad, but she deserves more than a college dropout.' You replied, 'It's not whether you think you're worth her time…'"

"'It's whether she thinks you're worth her time.'" Robert finished, remembering that night. Finally, Robert released the pressure he was applying on Barry's leg. "How is this possible?"

"I told you. I know Oliver. I've talked to him," Barry answered. He pulled the arrow out of his knee, and steadily pulled himself up.

"You might want to-" Robert cut off as he noticed what was happening with the wound. The hole was already closed when there had just been a piece of metal sticking out of it. The only trace he was ever injured was the blood and the hole in his pants. There wasn't even a scar.

"You're… You're a transcendent." Robert gasped at the realization.

"That's what you would call me," Barry nodded his head in confirmation.

"You have accelerated healing. What else? You said you talked with my son. Necromancy? You can speak to the dead?" Robert guessed.

"Not after they've died." Barry shook his head. "I'm a time traveller,"

Robert snorted. "Why does that not surprise me anymore? Lately, it seems a new transcendent with a new quirk comes along every week. Why did you come here?"

"I was hoping I could talk to Oliver. He usually always had good advice and information. I hadn't realized he'd died,"

"Time travel is a bitch," Robert announced. "Too many complicated theories, and nothing to test them. Not until now at least. I'm guessing Oliver was alive before?"

Barry nodded his head solemnly.

"That's good to know," Robert nodded his head.

Barry looked at him with a confused expression. "You're not angry? You're not asking me to bring him back or something?" This was usually when people would demand him to bring their loved ones back from the dead.

"I've made my peace with it. Frankly, it's nice to know that somewhere out there, my son is able to have a peaceful life without all this weighing him down," Robert gestured all around him.

Barry didn't have the heart to tell him that if Oliver were to live, he would go down the same path as his father would. So he just nodded his head noncommittally.

"Hey, what kind of host would I be if I were to let you leave without anything? I could give you some answers if you're looking for some. Lay them on me kid," Robert sat down on a desk behind him, ready for the potential onslaught of questions.

"When I came back, things were different. History had changed. Where I come from, there is no 'Transcendence Act'. And I've never even heard of Lex Luthor until I came here," Barry explained.

"Well it really started a couple years ago. An alien superhero, Superman, had been killed after a particle accelerator explosion. With the golden hero dead, people were desperate. Luthor stepped up to the plate, and soon he was president. His first act was to stamp out the anonymity of superheroes. He couldn't do anything about vigilantes like me, but those with powers, he forced their hand. Register or face the consequences. Even those who were simply trying to get by with their lives weren't safe."

"Why are we called transcendent? Back in my timeline, we called ourselves metahumans," Barry asked.

"The term was first coined with the appearance of aliens. Beings out of this world possessing powers mankind had never seen before. It wasn't soon after that people started exhibiting powers of their own. Nobody is sure what started it though. A couple dark matter explosions didn't exactly help with pinpointing a specific time these things started happening. It wasn't hard to think of them as angelic. Transcendent beings that soon became shortened to transcendent."

"This is all so confusing," Barry said, trying to process all of this information at once.

"It can take some getting used to. The question is, what are you going to do?" Robert asked.

"Well, this is what I wanted. Sure, things are different, but it's not a bad thing. I can be happy with this," Barry replied.

"Well, if you're going to keep living with us, stop using your powers or get registered. Either way, get out of here,"

A couple months flew by and Barry was starting to get in the swing of things. His new career meant needing to do some light reading, but he'd called in sick to the hospital so he could have a day to learn everything he'd need.

Barry obviously couldn't go back to school, but he still had his notes and medical books from this timeline. With his speed, he was able to read through all of them in a day.

Within a few hours, he'd combed through everything from his college days and going over the reports he'd had at his apartment. He needed to re familiarize himself with his patients.

With breaks for food and the restroom, Barry had a firm grasp on everything he was doing at the hospital. He had regular visits from a couple patients. Other than that, it seemed he was mostly occupied with the paperwork.

If only his social life was so easily obtained again. A quick search on the internet showed that this Barry didn't have much of a social life. His last social media post was a couple years ago. So he had no idea what he was up to recently.

Barry didn't seem to have a girlfriend, which he was thankful for. That was one less awkward conversation he needed to have.

When he came into the hospital the next day, he tried to act natural, but this just wasn't what he was used to. He was used to looking at disgusting things, but those were usually from the dead. Now he was operating on the living. And there were even more disgusting things to look at.

He'd had a string of patients all day. Some were just for common things. Headaches, superficial wounds. There were a couple heart problems and even a broken arm.

The entire day, his body worked on autopilot, which was fine. It managed to get him through the day. The motions he was making were so familiar, yet different. There was a distinction between the dead and the living and it showed.

And there was a lot more paperwork. He had no idea how his previous self managed to get through the day without super speed.

And speaking of that, he had no idea what happened to him. When Barry changed the past, he should have disappeared without a trace, because this version shouldn't have existed at all. There should only have been the version that had grown up in this timeline, but that version was gone without a trace.

Whenever Barry wasn't busy, he just kept thinking of anything that would occupy his mind. Robert Queen was right. Time travel was a bitch.

There were so many things he didn't understand. Whenever he'd traveled back in time before, any previous version disappeared into their own timeline, allowing him to continue with his life in this new timeline.

When he'd gone back in time that night, there were four versions of him that night. His child self, his future self, the one that had planned to save his mother but didn't, and now him.

Based on previous experience, all of them should have gone off on their own timelines when they showed up. But they didn't. His child self could be explained. Without him, none of the others from the future would exist. He was the root of their existence.

But the other three of them shouldn't have been able to exist at the same time. Their timelines were too different. The original future version was the first to disappear. It could be since he was so far in the future, he was most vulnerable to the changes of the past. But that point in time was so fundamental to them, the moment the other versions made their appearance should have driven him off to his own timeline. And then he disappeared when their mother was murdered, the exact point in time when it became clear his future had ceased to exist.

But if that was true, where was he? And for that matter, why was he here? When he saved Nora, he should have disappeared as well with his previous self that had wanted to save her but didn't. Barry saw his past self vanish before his eyes, and that should mean he should have vanished as well. Ceased to exist.

This version of himself may have been the one to change the timeline, but he shouldn't exist in the first place.

Then Barry remembers Eobard Thawne. When Thawne murdered his mother, he changed the timeline where Barry wouldn't become The Flash. Without The Flash, that version of Eobard ceased to exist. But he was still there. Albeit, his speed was mostly gone, but still there.

And that begged the question of why Barry was still able to harness The Speed Force. By all means, the same thing should be happening to him. Barry shouldn't be able to hold onto his speed so easily. Were the effects just not catching up to him? Were the Time Wraiths after him to correct this mistake in the timeline?

But after months of his repeated existence, there was no change. It wasn't like with Thawne. He wasn't hiding. He was still going by his own name and face. The Speed Force should be able to tell that there was an extra speedster that shouldn't exist. His time there had revealed that The Speed Force could see through his eyes. They knew he was here. They just weren't doing anything about it.

Maybe that was the problem. Barry was still here, because The Speed Force wanted him here. Maybe this was a reward of some kind.

Or this was some kind of mistake on their part. A delay in their response. He wasn't posing a threat to the timeline. Not anymore at least. Maybe there were other more important dangers that he wasn't aware of that The Speed Force needed focus on rather than him.

That made as much sense as he could make it.

"You can do it. You can do it. Just talk to her." He looked at his watch and saw that she was late. "Come on come on come on."

The door opened and a familiar african-american woman walked in with a smile, it was the face Barry grew up with. It was Iris.

Iris smiled at everyone as she walked towards the counter with her phone in hand. She even smiled at Barry as she passed by him while he just stared at her with his mouth slightly agape.

Now that he had a fresh start on his life, he decided to see if there were any hope of rekindling any romance between himself and Iris. In this timeline, they didn't grow up together. They weren't as close, so that didn't give them a sibling bond. It meant there were no pre-existing feelings that might get in the way between them.

He got up from the chair and gathered up all the courage he can get to talk to her. He was about two steps from reaching Iris before someone else bumped into him, spilling their coffee all over him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

Barry furiously dabbed at the stain, trying to get as much of the scalding liquid off of him. The burns would heal within seconds, but they always left an itchy feeling behind that he just couldn't get at the right place.

"It's fine. It's fine, it's a little hot, but I'll manage," Barry said. He looked to see who was the one to bump into him. Imagine his surprise when he looks into the face of Caitlin Snow.

"Still, it was my fault. I totally ruined your shirt. I promise, I'm going to pay you back to get this cleaned up, or to buy you an entirely new one. I am so sorry," Caitlin assisted in helping him wipe off as much of the coffee before it could stain.

"It's okay. I should have been paying attention to where I was going. You're not entirely at fault," Barry had forgotten about Iris entirely at that point and focused all of his attention on the pale brunette. He gripped her hands to stop her from making the stain any worse than it already was. When they touched, Barry would swear he felt something between them, or maybe it was just his powers.

Caitlin looked up at him and within moments, her eyes widened in shock. She blinked a few times, and Barry almost thought her cheeks were tinted with a hint of pink. "I'm Caitlin. Dr. Caitlin Snow,"

"Well doctor, I'm Dr. Barry Allen. I work over at the Central City hospital. I'm on my lunch break, but it seems I'm going to need to run home to get a change of clothes,"

Caitlin nervously laughed at the handsome man. "Well, I'm not really a doctor. I'm actually an ophthalmologist,"

"An eye doctor?" Barry asked.

"A pediatric eye doctor," Caitlin smiled at him. Most people wouldn't have even known what she was talking about. And even when she told them she specialized in eye care, they would automatically assume she was an optometrist, which was a huge difference to what she actually does.

Barry all the while was trying very hard to get on the right foot with Caitlin. Their introduction left something to be desired, with her showering him with scorching fluids, but he could work with this. He wanted to be friends with Caitlin.

"What hospital do you work at? I don't see you at Central City hospital."

"I work out of a private clinic. It's called Optic Construction. Actually here's my number," Caitlin pulled out a business card with her name on it as well as a number on it. "That's actually my personal number so you can get in contact with me directly. You know, when you need me to pay you back for your shirt,"

"Right, of course," Barry nodded his head, "just to pay me back for my shirt."

"Or you could call me for any reason at all. Maybe so we could catch a movie or grab a drink. It could be any drink. It doesn't necessarily have to be alcoholic." Caitlin was rambling. Honestly, when it wasn't rage infilled, it was astoundingly cute.

"You don't do this often do you?" Barry chuckled at her obvious nervousness.

"No," Caitlin admitted. "Yet here I am doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this. Why am I doing this? You're probably seeing somebody,"

Barry thought back to a few moments ago when he was about to do something, but now he couldn't seem to remember. He was heading to the counter. Maybe he was about to order something? It seemed important at the time. But now he honestly couldn't care less about what he was doing before. Barry decided to be truthful. "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment. And I'll definitely be calling you."

"You will?" Caitlin's face brightened up at the mention that he would be calling her at some time.

"You know, for the shirt," Barry reminded her, gesturing to the brown coffee stain that was now stuck on his clothes.

"Right, of course," Caitlin's face fell at that. He wasn't actually going to call her for intimate reasons.

"And maybe I'll take you up on that offer for a drink. It doesn't have to be alcoholic though," Barry repeated the words she spoke back to her.

"I'll be waiting," Caitlin breathed out with a smile plastered on her face that they were going on some form of a date.

"I should really run though. I need to get myself a new shirt before heading back to the hospital," Barry said, backing to the exit of the building.

"Oh, of course. Don't let me keep you waiting," Caitlin waved him goodbye as Barry left through the door and rushed back to his apartment to get himself a new shirt for the day.

Well hope you all enjoyed that. We still have more to see of this brave new world. The consequences and the eventual time travel back to the original timeline. But I'm going to make the reason for that much more important. I didn't like how the show ended Flashpoint. It was so upsetting. Tell me what you thought, any questions you may have. I'm always happy to respond.

I'll see you all next week.