Me: Hey, so thanks for all the praise and such! My sister brought up some questions for me so here are explanations. Yes I know Stiles and Barry's age doesn't line up if Barry is twenty-four, Stiles is sixteen or seventeen, Stiles was born six years after Barry. I don't care. Ignore it.

Stiles: *waves hand dismissively* There's always some sort of issue when it comes to logic.

Me: And how Lydia, a banshee, was able to sense Barry in a coma. Barry's file was in her hands. Technically the file is Barry's, so she could sense Barry in the coma. As for the file being out of date it's only two years, which is around the time Scott got bit. Explanations for it being out of date will be in the story.

Disclaimer Here → NOTHING IS MINE, NOTHING. Any OC's will probably die in the same chapter so don't worry about it. Now go watch the video.

3rd Person POV

It was reaching evening, the sun dipping below the horizon. While Stiles was still awake his eyes felt heavy. There were too many thoughts roaming around in his head, however, for him to be able to drift off. Where was his brother now? Who was the girl in the house? Could it possibly be that she was his foster sibling. Stiles knew he had a foster father and a foster sister, but there was no picture attached. All the pictures were of Barry, growing older. Until stopping when he turned twenty-two. There was no reason for this, as far as he can figure out.

Something thudded onto the ground out in the hallway. Sitting up abruptly, eyes wide and wild, Stiles slipped off the bed. Slinking over to the door he peeked outside, eyes widening in shock when he saw a guy that looked like Colossus from X-Men, complete with the metal body. The metal man's face turned and Stiles disappeared back into his hospital room. Screams erupted from different rooms and more things were thrown around. Quickly switching off the lights in his room Stiles slid under the bed, praying with all his might that metal man would walk by his room.

Squeezing his eyes shut Stiles heard the thudding of the metal man's feet on the aluminum floor. For good measure he held his breath, seeing the sneakers metal man was wearing from underneath the bed. The man hesitated outside the room before entering. Already he could feel the strain on his lungs from holding his breath. Something shattered and Stiles flinched, but kept quiet. Things were thrown around his room, the sheets on the bed torn off. Then the man left and Stiles let out the breath he was holding. Seconds later a flash of lightning appeared, streaking in his room before leaving, upsetting the mess even more.

Crawling out from under the bed, Stiles stared at the mess in his room. A ruckus started not far from his room, fighting maybe. Without another thought Stiles left the room, finding a random scalpel on the floor. It wasn't his trusty baseball bat and so far he hadn't found any long pieces of anything. Not even a broken of piece of anything. Turning the corner Stiles was stunned by the sight.

Metal man was standing over a guy in a red suit, hooded mask over his face. The red suit guy was struggling, before his eyes met Stiles. Fear flooded them and Stiles wondered if it was for himself or for Stiles. Deciding to ignore it Stiles shifted his weight onto his non-injured leg. If he needed a quick getaway, well that wasn't going to happen.

"Hey metal man," Stiles shouted, "Shouldn't you pick on someone with, I don't know?, the same material as you. Like metal?"

The horror in Red's eyes seemed to build. However the distraction worked and Stiles realized that the scalpel in his hand probably wouldn't work. Thinking quickly Stiles assumed metal man was probably made out of steel, which meant that heat would make it more malleable. But how to get it warm? Boiler room maybe? Steel was a poor conductor of electricity but maybe if he could turn the shock paddles on all the way it would… shock him into returning human. Could he even return human?

Stiles ran down a corridor, noticing that the sprinklers were going off. The ache in his ankle was building. If he kept up this way he might break his ankle. It wasn't like he could just stop, however, as that would end with his ultimate demise. The boiler room door appeared in his point of view and Stiles threw open the door, hearing metal man catching up. Rushing down the stairs he turned the heat up all the way, already feeling sweat bead on his forehead. A second later a flash of lightning appeared, sweeping him up, before discarding him in the main area of the hospital again. Sirens wailed in the distance and Stiles looked around, confused.

The police rushed inside, but it was too late. Both the lightning, the guy in red, and metal man were gone. As Stiles was the only one that had seen the metal man that was still living, a few bodies getting carted away in body bags, the police had been questioning him for what felt like forever. Off to the side a CSI and a police officer were talking. Not long after the police officers left another person showed up. A person that he didn't exactly enjoy seeing.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess, what a shocker," Agent McCall said.

Out of the corner of his eyes Stiles saw the CSI and police officer turned to look at him. However he ignored them, the startled look on the CSI's face, and instead cocked his head at Agent McCall. This was somewhat annoying and while he had his own clothes back on, being with Agent McCall frustrated him. Glaring at him he crossed his arms, not planning to cooperate with him.

"Think you can answer some questions without your usual level of sarcasm?" Agent McCall continued.

Stiles considered it and nodded partially, deciding what to answer, " If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid."

The CSI and police officer glanced over at each other, before heading over to Stiles. Glancing over at them Stiles' eyes widened at the full view of the CSI. It was his brother, his brother! Sure he had aged a bit from the picture and looked more muscular than he did in the pictures. The police officer gently touched Agent McCall's shoulder, gesturing for him to move away.

"I think we've got it from here," the police officer said.

"This is a federal investigation," Agent McCall replied stiffly.

"Under what orders? We haven't gotten any calls from the FBI to hand over the case. Until then you're intruding on a police investigation and harassing a witness," Barry cut in, "So if you'd be so kind as to leave."

Agent McCall straightened up and looked almost snobbish in the way he looked at the other two. Walking away from Stiles and the other two officers (well a CSI and a police officer… detective… whatever he was?), Agent McCall disappeared outside. A soft sigh escaped Stiles and he relaxed against the wall, pressing his head back against it.

"Did he say your name is Stilinski?" Barry asked, face full of so much emotion that Stiles didn't even know where to start.

"Yeah," Stiles replied tiredly, "Stiles Stilinski."

"Your parents named you Stiles?" the police officer asked.

"Nickname. Do I get to know your names?"

Stiles looked over at the two, already knowing Barry's name. However Barry didn't know that so it was probably a good idea for them to give up their names instead of him just happening to know theirs. The two glanced at each other before Barry sent him a miniscule shrug and offered up his hand to Stiles.
"Barry Allen."

"Joe West," the other said after a moment's hesitation.

The name clicked in Stiles mind. This was the man who took Barry in after arresting Barry's own father. Almost immediately a small surge of anger burned inside him but he stifled it. While Officer West had taken his brother away from his Dad… he had raised his brother. And, from what it looked like, he had done a good job at it.

"You're a Stilinski?" Joe asked.

"You already asked that," Stiles said, crossing his arms, "Try a different question."

"Who is your dad?"

"The Sheriff, next question."

The look on Joe's face let Stiles know that he had figured it out. Yet Barry still seemed to be in the dark. When Barry left his father was still a normal deputy. His Dad being sheriff probably never crossed Barry's mind. Looking up at the two, head tilted to the side slightly, one eyebrow raised.

"Your mom?" Joe asked.

"Dead," Stiles replied shortly.

"Her name."

Stiles' lip darted out and wet his lip, "Claudia Stilinski."

"Claudia?" Barry's voice was tight.

Not daring to look at them, Stiles stared down at his shoe laces. He heard footsteps going away and dared to look up slightly. Barry and Joe were staring at each other, Barry's face half hidden by the back of Joe's face. However from the little bit of his face he could see, Barry's eyes were glistening and staring right at Joe. Distrust was covering his face. Stiles briefly wondered why that would be. Had Joe lied about something.

"Why wouldn't you tell me the truth?" Barry said, Stiles overhearing it despite the near whisper.

"I couldn't," he overheard Joe say.

"Why?" Barry's eyebrows scrunched together, eyes getting a squinty look. Confusion possibly?

Before Joe could answer however Barry came back, kneeling down in front of him. Pretending that he hadn't heard any of the conversation, which was obviously private, Stiles' eyes flicked up to Barry. There were a few similarities between the two. They had the same face shape, Barry's was slightly slimmer but that was due to the age difference. Not to mention their lips had the same shape, which was a weird thing to notice but he was trying to find similarities, sue him. Their hair was the same texture and color, a dark brown. Then their noses were pretty similar, Barry's slightly bigger than Stiles but just barely.

"Come on, let's go back to my house. Then we can talk," Barry suggested.

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This was insane. Completely and utterly insane. Then again, having a long-lost younger sibling was kinda different than getting struck by lightning and then getting superpowers. After all this was a little out of his league. When his biological father took custody of him, Stiles hadn't existed. That meant he was at least six years older than him. Barry leant against the wall, waiting for Stiles to start saying something. It seemed that he knew more then Barry did about this subject.

"I'm just trying to figure out how to start here," Stiles said, shaking his hands in front of his body.

Barry moved closer to the door, crossing his arms in front of him. Looking down at the ground for a second, before looking back up at Stiles. The younger one was looking everywhere but at him. After a few seconds he glanced up and Barry sent his most comforting look at him. That seemed to work as Stiles seemed to relax slightly and looked up at Barry.

"Mom was pregnant with me when Henry Allen, your biological dad, won the custody battle. You left and mom found out about me, I was born around nine months later. Around the time that the incident with Henry and your stepmother… our mom was diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia. She died when I was eight, I was with her when that happened. I always knew about you," Stiles was looking everywhere but at him, seemingly very nervous, "My Dad talked to me about you, not a lot but quite a bit. There was some… stuff going on in Beacon Hills and I stumbled across well… this."

A light blue backpack was pulled out from behind the young male. Curious now Barry walked over and sat down besides his younger brother. There was a file that Stiles pulled out, handing it over to Barry. After taking it Barry began to flip through it, slightly startled at what he found. There were old assignments of his, pictures of him, his birth certificate. Just about everything about him before it suddenly stopped two years ago. Confusion flitted across his face and he looked over at Stiles.

"Dad tried to get you back but it didn't work, CPS thought that with Mom's deteriorating condition that they wouldn't be able to care for you. So you ended up with your foster parent, Joe right? Joe sent us stuff about you, well Dad at least. This file was born. I found it once while doing research with him. I wanted to find you immediately but there was some stuff I couldn't get out of. Earlier in the day yesterday I found the file again, then I immediately came here."
"Where you got in a car crash and ended up in the hospital," Barry finished for him.

"And got a front seat look at the metal man and the lightning."

Wincing slightly Barry remembered that night. Cisco had called him about an attack at the hospital. When he got there dead bodies were already littered on the ground. He had gotten pinned early on, Stiles had probably saved his life. Nearly ending his own in the process. However what Stiles had done had helped him defeat Tony Woodward, for now at least. Woodward had gotten away after Barry had saved Stiles.

"The lightning saved my life," Stiles muttered, "It was a man, in a red suit…"

"They're calling him the Flash," Barry told him, "He's been protecting the city as much as he can recently."

A flicker of recognition appeared in Stiles' eyes before disappearing in a second. If Barry didn't have super speed, which equated to seeing stuff slower than most people at times, he would have missed it. Confusion filled him, why would that be something that Stiles would recognize, before he was distracted again by Stiles.

"I hope he's not doing it alone, that's a lot for anyone," Stiles whispered.
"Well, there is the Arrow in Starling," Barry told him.

"In Starling, that's six hundred miles from here."

"As far as we can tell he doesn't have anyone else on the field with him."

If Stiles noticed his evasion of the question he didn't say anything. Taking a deep breath Barry stood up, brushing the dirt off of his pants. Stiles eyes raised to look at him, the first time he truly looked at him this whole time. Barry shrugged.

"I have to go to work and then have some things to do afterwards. If you need me my cell number is on the fridge. Iris or Joe should be back soon," Barry started backing away towards the front door, "Iris and Joe's numbers are also on the fridge along with a few other emergency numbers."

Before Stiles could say anything Barry fled out of the door. He needed to talk to someone about this.

**********TWDCF**********

The only one in the cortex was Caitlin and Barry was somewhat happy about that. Out of everyone that he could talk to about this Caitlin was probably the most level headed out of the others. Not to mention that she wouldn't insist on meeting Stiles immediately like some other members *cough*Cisco*cough* of the team would do.

"Don't just stand there, sit down," Caitlin told him, turning back to her research.

Barry followed her instructions and sat down in what was usually Cisco's chair, "Can I talk to you?"

Maybe it was his tone of voice. Or maybe it was just the question itself. But Caitlin immediately turned away from her research and focused solely on him. Her brown eyes pierced down into his soul and Barry immediately avoided eye contact with her. Eyes were the window to the soul and sometimes it was better for people not to view his soul.

"Of course you can Barry," Caitlin said, "What is it?"

Barry fiddled with his fingers, "I kinda… sorta… just found out that I have a younger brother?"

"Like a long-lost brother or a kept-secret-affair kinda brother?"

"More like one I didn't know I had," Barry said leaning back into the chair, "My mom was pregnant with me when she met his Dad… my stepdad. I knew about this, I was six when my Dad took me."

Caitlin's attention was solely focused on him, he could feel her stare on the top of his head. Taking a deep breath Barry fiddled with his fingers and tried to figure out how to word this properly so that Caitlin wouldn't end up confused.

"First thing you need to know is that Nora Allen isn't my biological mom. She was my step mom. My biological Mom and Henry Allen had dated for a bit before breaking it off. That was when my mom found out about me, but she was already dating my brother's dad. He agreed to keep me and I was raised with them for six years until my Dad decided he wanted to raise me. He won the custodial fight and I moved in with him. Apparently my mom was pregnant with my little brother then. I didn't know about him, I knew my mom died when I was fourteen. But I didn't know about him," Barry knew he was rambling by this point, "Then out of nowhere he shows up in my life, with a file about me. His Dad, he had been keeping up to date about me. Joe was sending him stuff, my science fair project, assignments I did well in, pictures of every milestone that he missed. I didn't know… I thought he didn't want me. That he hated me and that's why he didn't take me in after my dad went to jail. Did you know that I changed my first name after my dad went to jail? It wasn't Bartholomew, it was Camden."

"Barry," Caitlin cut in, "You can't feel guilty about this, you didn't know."

"I had a little brother Caitlin, I didn't know about him. What kind of brother does that? If I had just kept in contact instead of… I missed everything about him Caitlin. He's sixteen!"

Vibrating now Barry tried to calm himself down. It wasn't Caitlin's fault. The only one to blame was him. He was the one that refused to respond to any of the letters his mom and his stepdad sent him. His stepdad that was more of a father to him then his own biological dad. One that had done his best to be part of his life even when he didn't know about it. This thought process distracted him enough for him to stop vibrating.

"Have you talked to anyone else about this?" Caitlin asked.

"No, I might talk to Oliver but what would he know about this? He knew about Thea, was almost always there for her. Besides, Thea is a girl. What would he know about having a long lost brother?" Barry asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Just be there for him Barry," Caitlin rested a hand on his knee, "He obviously wanted to meet you if he came here. And don't be fake, be yourself. He wants to know the real you Barry."

"Thanks Caitlin…"

********TWDCF********

Well, this was awkward. Both Joe and Iris came home at the same time, talking softly. Turned out Iris was the girl that he saw in the house earlier, the same girl that had helped him out after the car crash. Which only made this even more awkward. More awkward than it already was. What didn't help was how their conversation halted when they saw him. Before suddenly Iris was by his side.

"Oh my god, you're the kid in the car accident. Are you okay? I didn't realize you were the one that Joe was talking about," Iris said.

"Hi… you must be Iris?" Stiles asked hesitantly, bouncing his leg and realizing slightly that his meds were still at home, oops.

"That's me. Iris West, blogger about the one and only Streak. Well, Flash now."

"Stiles Stilinski," was he going to have to introduce himself to everyone, that's just annoying.
"I know."

She smiled brightly and Stiles couldn't help but feel his lips twitch upwards. After getting the receiving smile Iris looked around, a frown slowly overtaking her face. A few seconds later she looked back at Stiles and he felt slightly cornered and wary. Why would she look at him like that? Had he done something wrong?

"Where's Barry?" Iris asked.

"He said he had to go back to work and after he had some plans with friends he couldn't get out of," Stiles answered slowly, still somewhat hurt that his brother had somewhat ditched him.

Fury appeared in Iris' eyes and Stiles instantly feared for Barry's life. While Iris seemed like a cinnamon roll a second ago now she seemed ready to neuter Barry. Trying to melt himself in the couch Stiles glanced over to Joe for help, but Joe was in the kitchen oblivious of what was going on in his living room.

"I'll be right back," Iris said in barely controlled anger.

Before she could do anything the door opened and Barry came in, wincing at the sight of Iris. Stiles tried to send Barry a warning look but Barry ignored him and came over. Oh was Barry going to get it now. Iris dragged Barry by the ear back outside, sending Stiles a small smile. The door shut behind her as Joe entered the room.

"They're going to take a bit," Joe told him, "No use in waiting up for them. Let's have some food."

Me: That's it for this chapter. I've kinda decided that this will have a plot, but it's going to have some time skips as cannon is going to go around the same around them with some minor differences. Next chapter will be somewhat of a timeskip.

Stiles: Oliver will frequent occasionally and so will some scenes with the Legends and maybe Supergirl. As Oliver is a large part of how Barry came to be he will have some scenes.

Me: Soooo, Oliver might meet Stiles in the next chapter I'm not exactly sure. Especially since I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna fit things into the video here, especially in chronological order. If you guys have any ideas please let me know.

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