Barry was standing next to the coffee machine in the lobby of the CCPD, pouring himself a cup of (horrible) coffee, when Captain Singh approached him.
"I looked up your personal file, you know." Singh told Barry.
"Yes, I assume you did. After all, you had to have done a background check on me when you hired me." Barry answered, not knowing where his boss was going with this.
"You're right. When I hired you, I did do a background check. But I neglected to look at anything before you received your bachelor's degree. After all, you did graduate top of your class at Colombia University in New York, I thought that spoke of itself. Now, imagine my surprise when I looked you up again, and this time went deeper, past your graduation." Singh informed him.
"And what did you find?" Barry asked nervously.
"That's the crazy part. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not where you went to high school, not any old addresses, not anything. It's almost as if between the age of 16 to 22, Barry Allen didn't even exist."
"Is that so?"
"Quite so. It was until I remembered something. Back when you had lunch with my fiancé and I, Isabel called you 'Sebastian Smythe'. So I looked that name up." Singh admitted.
"Look, I can explain…"
"You don't have to." Singh interrupted, "Everyone has a past Allen, you're not exempt from that. I'm just surprised that the 'son' of a billionaire is working for me."
Barry gave a good hearted laugh, "Why do you think I've never complained about my salary?"
"Too true. You don't have to do so now, but someday I do want the full story behind 'Sebastian Smythe'. The only thing I have gathered so far about you is that you're some rich musical prodigy with a penchant for leather jackets and blazers. Well, that, and you always seem to find yourself as the subject of Blaine Anderson's tweets." Singh told him.
Barry took a sip of stale coffee before answering, "Yeah, Kurt is always complaining about the fact that his husband tweets about me more than him. And I'll tell you the story someday, but I must warn you, it's quite the story."
"I'm sure it is. After all, it has to explain why girls flock to you like a bee to a flower."
Barry laughed, "No, that all has to do with my astonishing good looks, and perfect charm."
"I'm guessing Sebastian is the cocky side of you?" Singh assumed.
"Pretty much."
"Well, do me a favor and keep Sebastian at home. We don't need your ego here at the precinct."
"Sounds fair enough."
"It's obvious you don't want people to know about Sebastian. I'll honor your wishes, and not tell anybody. But may I ask, just how many people know about your alter ego"
Barry sighed, "Honestly? Only people that I went to high school with, no one who lives in Central knows about Sebastian."
Singh looked shocked, "Not even Joe and Iris?"
Barry shook his head, "No, not even them. Like I said, I told no one about what happened. After I moved to Paris when I was 16, I became a completely different person. I changed my name, my look, my personality, hell, even my prime language. Before, I used to be bullied, thrown into lockers when Iris wasn't around to stop them. I was forced to pick up the habit of wearing long sleeves in the summer, so that I could hide my bruises from my family. I never did want them to worry.
One day, after I received a particularly brutal beating, my Uncle Richard called to check in on me. He heard me wince in pain as I raised the phone to my ear, and he forced me to confess what had happened. A week later, I was on a first class seat to Paris. To this day, Iris and Joe don't know the real reason of my sudden move, since I used the excuse that I missed my Aunt and Uncle.
When I arrived in France, I decided that I would never let anybody bully me ever again. I was determined to make the best out of my life, and live like a king for the remainder of high school. So I did what any kid in my situation would do, I became a rich gay prick."
"I'm sorry, did you just say gay?" Singh asked incredulously.
Barry laughed at the look on the Captains face before saying, "I only stayed in Paris for a few months. After that, I ended up moving to Ohio, where I attended an all male Prep School. Pretending to be gay not only brought drama in my life, making my life much more exciting, but protected me, sort of like a barrier. As Sebastian, the crowds of people will part as I walked down the hall. People would be afraid to look me in the eye. I was mean and cruel, I took no prisoners. I was the typical Prep School Bad Boy."
"So that explains the videos of you on YouTube singing in a uniform." Singh realized.
Barry groaned in slight embarrassment, "You found those?"
"Yup! Now that brought me great amusement. You're just lucky I swore to keep your secret, otherwise those videos would be circulating the CCPD as we speak."
"It's times like these when I'm glad I'm on your side."
"For now. Now get back to work before I change my mind." Singh threatened.
"Yes sir!" And with that, Barry went back up the stairs towards his lab.
A few days later, Barry found himself hanging out with Caitlyn and Cisco at Star Labs.
"Why can't the two of you just decide on a movie already?" Barry asked. It was their monthly movie night, the popcorn was already made, yet they just couldn't seem to agree on a movie to watch.
"Because there is no way I'm watching The Prince and Me… Again." Cisco stated, with a glare directed at Caitlyn.
"And there's no way I'm watching Insidious, not after the last time you made us watch a horror movie." Caitlyn retorted.
"Why can't I choose one?" Barry questioned.
This time, Cisco directed his glare at Barry, "Because last time you chose a movie, we somehow got roped into watching Breakfast at Tiffanies, with you reciting. Every. Single. Line. So now, your opinion is considered null and void."
Under his breathe, Barry muttered, "That movie is great. You can take the boy out of the Prep School…"
Cisco and Caitlyn just ignored him, as they continued to argue about what movie to pick.
Some time during the argument, Dr. Wells wheeled into the room, "The army is on their way to Star Labs."
With that one sentence, he had everyone's attention, "General Eiling again?" Caitlyn asked, worried about their safety.
"No no, don't worry. The army is just sending a representative to pick up a sample of the new vaccine Dr. Snow created. Apparently, it's been quite useful to soldiers over seas." Dr. Wells explained.
"Thank God." Cisco sighed, relieved.
"Here he comes right now." Caitlyn told everyone, as she checked the monitors.
The elevator doors opened, and a handsome man in a military uniform stepped out.
Dr. Wells approached the man, and shook his hand, "Hello Major Clarington, it is an honor to have you here." Pointing to everyone, Wells introduced them one by one, "This is our head of engineering, Cisco. This is Dr. Caitlyn Snow, the one who produced the vaccine. And this is…"
Dr. Wells was quickly interrupted by Major Clarington, who said with a serious face, "Captain Sexy."
With an equally serious face, Barry acknowledged, "Major Hotness."
The two kept staring at each other with serious faces, before they broke out into laughter, and hugged each other tightly.
"I missed you Bassy, you don't visit anymore!" Hunter complained, letting go of Barry, but keeping an arm around his shoulders.
"Aw, I knew you never could get enough of me Hunt. Is there no one else that could warm your bed at night?" Barry teased with a smirk and a wink.
"No one as flexible as you." Hunter replied with a smile, before laughing once more.
"What in the actual hell?" Cisco exclaimed, his jaw dropped to the floor.
It was then that Barry and Hunter remembered that they weren't alone. All three of Barry's friends looked downright shocked, not believing what was happening.
Hunter only tightened his arm around Barry shoulders before fake gasping, "Didn't Bassy tell you? I'm hurt. We did after all share a bed room for an entire year!"
"True, but we spent most of that year testing our endurance and flexibility." Barry added with a smirk.
"You always did give me quite the workout." Hunter said with a wink.
"What?" Cisco questioned once more, going slightly pale.
At that sight, Barry and Hunter died of laughter. "Don't worry guys, neither Barry or I are remotely Bi-Curious. We were roommates our Senior year of high school."
"Plus, we were both on the lacrosse team, so we spent most of our time together training. Since I was the Captain, I was in charge of warm ups, and running the plays. Hunter is just bitter because I was a little bit of a 'slave driver'." Barry explained, carefully leaving out anything that had to do with Glee Club.
"You were on the Lacrosse team? As the Captain no less? At least that explains his nickname for you." Caitlyn asked.
"Yeah, though I had no idea I was even good at it until I was 16. Trust me, it came as a surprise to me as well." Barry said.
"You were a 'slave driver'. I find that hard to believe." Cisco scoffed.
"Only a little bit." Barry reasoned.
"A little bit! Before I went to Dalton, I was in Military School, which was a walk in the park compared to Barry's training!" Hunter cried.
"And that's why we won State Championship twice in a row, and carried an undefeated record the entire time I was Captain, for the first time in Dalton history." Barry pointed out.
"Your methods might have been affective, but you were still a hard ass. Or do you not remember that time that Thad showed up to the game drunk?" Hunter asked.
Barry visibly darkened as he remembered. It was the day of an important game, and Thad showed up completely wasted. He was forced to sit out for the game, causing their entire game plan to change, and almost causing them to loose. Thankfully, Barry was always prepared with different plays to switch out in the last minute.
"First of all, Thad had what was coming to him. He almost cost us our winning streak. Plus, it was never proven that it was me!" Barry revealed.
Hunter sent him a questioning look, "Really? Who else do you know can hack into the school system, so that every time someone opened the schools website, they would come face to face with a video of a drunk Thad belly dancing on top of the library table to Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie'?"
"No idea, but I commend whoever did it." Barry easily lied. "Plus, it did teach him to take practice and game days more seriously. No one ever showed up unprepared after that."
"You're insane." Hunter muttered, shaking his head.
"Wow Barry, you were kind of bad ass back in high school." Caitlyn said.
"I guess I had my moments." Both Barry and Hunter had to hide smirks at that wild underestimation.
"What time do you have to get back to base Major?" Dr. Wells asked.
"They don't expect me till tomorrow sir. And please, call me Hunter."
"Well Hunter, why don't you spend the evening with us? I'm sure you and Barry have a lot to catch up on, and we were about to begin our monthly movie night." Caitlyn invited.
"I'll be glad to, thanks." Hunter agreed with a smile.
"Any suggestions? We can't seem to agree on a movie." Caitlyn asked.
"What about Breakfast at Tiffanies?" Hunter suggested. Barry bit back a laugh as he took in the others expression.
"That's it! I officially give up on the two of you!" Cisco yelled.
10 minutes and one pointed gun later, the four of them settled down in the couches, as Barry and Hunter took turns reciting the lines from Breakfast at Tiffanies.