AN: so that Flash season premiere really hit me with some inspiration to continue with this. :) I remembered all the ideas I had for the sequel of Wallflower and how it involved a bit of Flashpoint, and then I was thinking about how much I had planned for this story… and how much I love Ella. And Barry. And endgame Ella and Barry. Bella? …. Elarry? :P (oh I actually like the sound of Elarry hahaha) I'm so lame I'm so sorry… but this is it. thanks for all the love in my absence!

PS. I also realized when I was reading through my story earlier I don't know how to count and I missed chapter four and went straight to five and somehow managed to have two chapter sixes hahahaha

PPS. next chapter will contain all the Flarrow! I know I've been promising this for months… it will be called 'An Arrow Of Truth' and I've literally named the past two chapters that, only to realize it's not going to happen. but it's definitely happening this time, so stay tuned! REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK xx


Chapter Seven: To Have Faith

After Ella began to appear in the lightning bolt that lit up the lab, Barry could immediately tell she was shaken. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide, and her chest rose and fell roughly. His hand ran through his hair. When she went crazy in that tiny apartment and killed the murderer's accomplice, he shouldn't have yelled at her and disappeared.

Yet another thing was his fault. Ella losing her identity to someone was a direct line of error from him. She was just scared and needed Barry's help… and he let his own fear guide how he treated her. No more.

"El, you okay?" Cisco was the first to speak. He walked over to her and squeezed her shoulder and she gave a watery smile, before breathing deeply and visibly trying to pull herself together.

"Captain Singh saw, and his husband. I'm going to… I'm going to go talk to him, as Ella, and try to explain. Maybe they haven't identified me yet, and if they have…" She didn't finish that thought, but began another one, "I'm so sorry for this. I'll do everything I can to fix this."

And before Barry or Oliver or Caitlin could put in another word, she was gone.

"Yeahhh, can't get much worse than Singh," Cisco said in a dry tone, his arm slowly falling back to his side.

"Well, there's a slight chance Singh didn't tell," Caitlin put in, though her face mirrored different words.

"It's… it's my fault. She flipped at the apartments and then I yelled at her. She can't do this alone," Barry finally said and stiffened to try to follow her, though he wasn't quite sure where she was.

"Barry, wait-" Oliver began, reaching out for him, but it was too late.

When Barry opened his eyes again, he was in a different room in the lab. Not too far away, really only just a room over, but that's exactly where Ella was.

She was struggling to get out of her suit, a combination of shaking hands and not enough practice.

"Ella." Barry said her name softly, but she still startled. She looked up at him, nervously, but still continued pulling her arms out of the sleeves.

"The only time I've ever wished I had super speed since meeting you is getting in and out of this dang thing," Ella finally said, her voice slightly shaking. She got it down to her waist, down to her feet, before kicking it off. She stood there in her bra and underwear and Barry felt weirdly affected by the sight, but he pushed it away. No time for that, though he wasn't actually sure where to look. The tips of his ears began to redden.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. Go as Ella, go as Bolt, I don't care who you are, but I'm not letting you do this alone."

"Your mood swings are so exhausting, Barry. One moment you want nothing to do with me and the next you're not leaving me alone. I can't… I can't, Barry. I can't handle them," Ella replied, genuinely sounding tired to match her words. She grabbed her jeans from the folded pile on the floor and began putting them on.

He looked toward the wall, not wanting her to see his flushing cheeks, though she wasn't looking at him anyways. Was his attraction to her Fate talking, or his choice?

Why did it matter?

Again he pushed those thoughts away and said, letting out a sigh, "I'm all shades of messed up right now, El. It's not every day I bring someone back from the dead or people I don't even know is telling things about my future. I'm just kind of a bit freaking out right now."

She pulled on her shirt, but Barry still couldn't look at her.

"Barry, I-"

"And I'm taking it out on you. And it's wrong. And I'm sorry. I was recently told I need to own to all I've done and I've done so much, that I'm… overwhelmed," Barry spoke over Ella in rush, trying to get the words out before he lost them.

Her mouth opened for a second, though nothing came out. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she held it back. Ella's lips closed before forming a smile. "Okay. Okay, I could really use you as support, Bear. Thank you for coming with me."


Ella would have loved to use Barry as support for confronting Singh… if she could actually confront him. She checked his home and then the station, and neither Barry or her knew where to check next.

Barry was able to find the report on the incident when they stopped by the station, and to both of their reliefs, placed a fully suited Bolt at the scene.

After trying to locate him through some officers and still failing, they decided to head home, and try again in the morning.

Ella's secret was safe… for now.

They had agreed to meet at Barry's home, but instead he stopped at the turn of his street. Ella, despite the motion of color that made her slightly dizzying, had kept her eyes open on her way back, and saw his bright ray of light stop, and so she did too. Ella swayed slightly upon landing.

"Well, looks like you did good with your powers today, El. Just gotta give you a lesson in not revealing your identity," Barry joked, bumping Ella's shoulder. She tried to smile, but it was tight and she knew Barry could tell she was still worried. "And you'll get the hang of it. Maybe Singh didn't get a good look at your face. Maybe the stress of the situation made his memory of the whole thing a bit foggy. It'll be okay," he tried to comfort her in a low voice, but it didn't help much.

"I don't feel okay," Ella finally admitted the thing she'd been trying so hard to hide. A jagged sigh escaped her and she looked at the ground.

"Ella, you don't have to be okay all of the time," he said softly, his eyes fighting to meet hers, but hers were steadfast, staring intensely at a clump of lose gravel in the street.

"But I… I don't want to be a burden, Barry. It's all I've ever been, but I didn't realize till my mother killed me of how much of it I was. I don't know how.. not to be one." The words came out in a rush, and before they were done, she began to walk back to the house, as if she could get away from those feelings faster.

"That's the last thing I think you as, El. I started this mess by bringing you back, but I don't regret it. I don't regret you in my life at all. Now, as we fight to control your new powers, and before, when your powers were only being there for people, for being kind, and steady," Barry replied, catching up with her. Her eyes jerked up to meet his, wide at his words. He noticed her before all of this? Somebody had actually noticed her?

"And Caitlin's right, you know. I had to push myself for my powers to grow… yours came out this powerful. You'll get it, though. I promised in the beginning we'd all help you, and I meant it," Barry finished, his eyes still on hers.

They made it to Barry's house at this point, standing in the walkway, but before Ella could reply, a flicker of movement in the window distracted them.

"Singh's here!" Barry exclaimed, before pulling him and Ella out of view of the window.

"What's he doing here!?" Ella whispered, glancing back at the window were Joe and Singh stood in the middle of the living room. She started to breath heavily.

"El, it's fine. Meet me upstairs. I'll see what's going on," Barry replied, causing Ella to bite her lip, but she did what she was told.

She imagined Iris' room and she felt her body melt into a bolt, and in a blink, she was there.


Barry did exactly as he said he would. He tried to play it cool as he unlocked the door with his keys and entered, but it was really hard to do that when the captain of the police force was in your living room.

"Captain Singh! What are you doing here?" Barry exclaimed as he walked through the door, an exaggerated look of confusion on his face. He noticed right away there was something slightly off with Singh. His hair was a mess, like he'd run his fingers through it one too many times. His eyes were slightly too wide and he breathed a bit too roughly.

Singh breathed deeply, his face relaxing ever so slightly. "I was just leaving, Allen. See you both tomorrow." He started for the door, and Barry looked at Joe, who slightly nodded. Barry backed away from the door to let Singh out.

"Yeah, see you then," Barry replied, and shut the door behind him when he left. Barry turned abruptly to find Joe rubbing his beard, before plopping down on the couch.

"Wow," Joe finally said to Barry, before looking around. "Where's Ella?"

"Here." Ella appeared at the top of the stairs. "Does he know? What did he say? Why did he-" she shot off the questions, but Joe waved his hand to silence her. She swallowed and entered the living room. Barry sat next to Joe, but Ella stood pacing as she waited for Joe to answer her questions.

"He knows, and he knows that I know," Joe took a deep breath, before finishing, "but he's not going to tell anyone."

Ella stopped pacing then, and her shoulders dropped all the anxiety she'd been carrying over it. "Why is he protecting me?"

"Because you asked him, and I promised the Flash was looking after you," Joe answered, but paused to think. He had more to say. "You have so much potential, Ella, and he easily believed you were trying your hardest to do good, but… so far you've proven you can't control your powers and that is something to worry about," He finished carefully, but her face fell nonetheless. "No one is saying you won't learn to control them, and I have complete faith in you, Ella, but if it proves to be too much, and you hurt more people, it's on us for knowing and not doing anything."

Her eyes dropped to the floor, but not before Barry saw how shiny they got. "I-I know. I'm dangerous."

"But we all are, all of us metas, in a way. I've got your back, though, El," he was quick to reassure, but her eyes still stayed down, as Joe voiced what she was actually thinking.

"You've done a pretty bad job at demonstrating that, Bear," Joe replied, a stern eyebrow raised at him, and Ella was surprised to see Barry hang his head in shame.

"I know running is kind of my thing, but I'm going to give taking it slow a go. At least, you know, when lives aren't at stake. One day at a time, for… everything," Barry said, catching Ella's eye, though losing it again when he emphasized 'everything'.

"Sounds good," Ella smiled, though her heart ached. Feeling so close to Barry, yet so far away.

"Yeah?" Hope filled Barry's one word response.

"Yeah."


Early the next morning, Ella was woken by her phone going off. Exhausted had worn her into a dreamless sleep and at this point she'd take what she can get, but not only was she confused from the lack of sunlight peeking through her window, but also because only four people in existence had the number to the phone Cisco gave her a couple days ago, and it wasn't Caitlin, Harry, Barry, or him who was calling her. She didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" She answered sleepily, scooting up against the bed post. The movement slightly clearing her tired brain, though a few webs of sleep where harder to shake off.

Zoom wouldn't call her, would he? That thought blew the remaining webs away.

"We haven't exactly met yet, but I'm the Arrow, and I'm about to give you a crash course in how to defend yourself. Meet me at the lab in ten minutes."