The Burning Man had broken off the kryptonite in Kara after being tackled to the ground, and it had now worked it's way deeper into her. Caitlin was having difficulties, seeing as how it was a large piece, and was now starting to return to it's original state of being a regular piece of wood. As she saw that her hands had begun to shake she set down her tools and walked out of the makeshift O.R.

"Is her cousin here yet"? Barry shook his head, eyes trained on the floor.

"That was supposed to be my fight Caity. Now she could die because of me".

"Barry, you were injured. There wasn't anything you could have done".

"That's just it, I..."

"Caitlin, Barry, he's here".

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Clark Kent walked briskly through the hallway and into the Cortex where he saw Kara laying on the table in the O.R. Caitlin, resting a comforting hand on his arm, looked into his eyes.

"Mr. Kent, I need your help. The kryptonite has worked it's way deeper into her. Thankfully it has prevented her wound from healing, but because it's not true kryptonite our instruments are too dull to cut through to extract it. It has already begun to return to it's natural state and, at this rate, it will be another couple hours before it's no longer kryptonite, but even sooner, her wound will close and more damage could be caused by the object. What I need is for you to be with me in the O.R. and cut through her skin with your heat vision so we can remove the object".

Clark nodded, willing to do whatever it takes to save Kara. After taking a quick shower he stepped into a set of scrubs and followed Caitlin into the O.R. Caitlin was right, but wrong. The return rate of the object had increased, and time was short. quickly he stepped up to the surgical area and looked at the ugly wound in his cousin's side. But, now was no time to cry. Cutting off his emotions for the time being he went to work.

Caitlin watched, fascinated as Clarks eyes began to adjust to shoot out a concentrated beam of heat. He carefully slid his hand in to act as a protective barrier between the beam and her organs. It was a slow process, and painful, Kara's screams could be heard all the way to the waiting area where Iris, Tobi and Alex sat, waiting to know their friend was going to be alright.

Alex was the least attentive as she thought about the three men locked inside one body. She saw the pain in their minds and was hurt for them. But right now another man needed her help. Barry Allen stood apart from the group. His face was contorted in a mix of pain, anger, and self loathing. He was so lost in thought he didn't realize someone was touching him until he felt a wave of calm wash over him.

"Forgive me Mr. Allen, but I thought you could use some company".

"Thanks, I'm sorry, you are"?

"Alex Benton, I'm Kara's roommate".

"I'm sorry for this".

"It is not your fault Mr. Allen. Despite her outward demeanor, Kara has an irrevocable desire to protect people, but she didn't expect to fight someone with the power to manipulate objects".

"Neither did we".

Alex didn't mean to look into his mind, Barry's thoughts were just so outward and strong that she couldn't help but hear. She wanted to help, to say something that could help, but she held her peace. He needed comfort now, and that was something she could provide.

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Dr. Harrison Wells drove his chair into the hidden closet behind the wall, looking around to make sure nobody followed. He didn't turn on any lights, any electricity that ran through the room would activate Gideon, and he didn't need the trouble of explaining an extra mind in the building to the Martian. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and found what he was looking for. Pressing the button on the wall a drawer popped out anf he reached for the contents inside, but it was gone. Out of nowhere a hard push yhree him into the opposite wall.

"Things are not moving fast enough"

"I'm doing everything I can, but things are different this time around", Wells told the dark figure. The figure simply kicked him in the ribs.

"That is of no concern to me, you're a speedster, move faster".

With that the figure disappeared, leaving behind the content of the drawer. A solitary photo of a brown headed man and woman, and a little girl. Silently he pulled the picture closer and held it to his bruised chest.

"I will save you Nora. I swear it".

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I know this is short buy it builds to something BIG and I wanted to give y'all a BIG hint to who Harrison Wells really is. Thanks for reading and I love y'all and reviews, good and bad. Thank You once again

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