So I'm planning on putting a few chapters together since some some of them are a bit short and this is getting very long. Hopefully you guys like this one! Got the app now so I should be posting more frequently :)

"It-it looks like a jellyfish." Cisco said looking from the blueprints to the machine.

"Stop" Wells snapped as he tiger walked in the glass case. "I don't care what it looks like, just complete it!"

"Alright, alright" Cisco said sighing as he continued the project.

Barry refused to look at Wells, or whatever his name was.

"You sure have a high horse for someone who just got beat, or is it just a giraffe at this point?" Cisco asked waving a screwdriver around as he worked.

Barry snickered at the comment. It was the first sound that resembled a laugh that cane from the speedster since Cisco could remember in recent weeks.

"You should check on Hunter, Barry. I got this covered." Cisco said patting him on the back after the happiness drained from his face "Go."

Barry nodded and exited the particle execrator, despite yells from Wells that the time machine needed to be finished.

He shuttered. One week ago he though time travel was only for Doctor Who, and now he and Cisco were building their very own TARDIS. And they didn't even get to use it!

Instead it was going to be used to launch his mother's murderer, the man who ruined his life, into his own time. That's it. That's all the justice the monster got for killing his mother. All while Barry would still be here cleaning up his mess and feeling like he could never erase the damage Ebard Thawne had done to him. The Reverse Flash got to go home and be happy, never to think about him or the pain he caused Barry, his family, or his team. His dad would be in prison for the rest of his life. There was nothing Barry could do to prove his innocents after Thawne was gone. The closet he got to Thawne in his time would be Eddy, and he was the last person Barry wanted to see in jail or get hurt.

"It's almost done" he said coming into the cortex. He sat down next to Hunter.

"I can't believe you're building this thing for him." Joe said still pacing.

"Joe it's either we build this and get him out of our world forever, let him stay under our feet and have the threat of him escaping and killing us all, or kill him." Barry said nuzzling up to Hunter. "And either of the latter options doesn't sound very pleasant or doable."

"I don't like seeing him walk away anymore then you do Joe, but with his power I don't think we can do much." Hunter huffed.

Barry looked at him motioning him over to the door. They walked through to the opened hallway.

"There's got to be another way to do this. There has too, I can't just watch him go!"

"Barry, if I had any ideas I would have shared them already."

"What if...what if I just- you know-"

They stared at each other, Hunter going silent for a moment.

"Barry...murdering a murder isn't going to anything but produce more murders."

"I know-I know. My mom said it all the time! 'An eye for an eye makes the world blind' I know, but what other option do I have that doesn't just let him walk away free? He gets to go home while I'm still in pain and haven't been happy with my family since that night?!"

"Barry..."

"No, I know what your going to do. Some big speech about me and my happiness and I have to think of the big picture and not think so negatively or clearer then I am. I'm thinking through my anger not my reason, go on. Tell me like you always do-"

"You're right" Hunter said cutting him off, making Barry stop yelling. He stood still out of surprise.

"I-huh?"

"I said you're right. It's not fair he goes free."

Hunter slid down the wall and to the floor, sitting with his arm propped up on one knee. Barry followed him down to the ground, his knees closed off to his chest.

"You remember a few years ago when that soldier that got captured by the Taliban and we traded those terrorist from Guantanamo for him?"

"Yeah, Bo was it? We talked about it in my ethics class I had to take in college. He wandered off his post and got nabbed."

"Yeah, I had just started when it happened. Even if we were in a little training base in Georgia, the place was still buzzing. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on the deal."

"Where's this going?"

"I'm getting there" Hunter said kneeing him playfully. "I didn't like that three people from that group was now just roaming free, while all we got was a guy who didn't want to be with us anymore in the first place. I hadn't learned why yet. 'No man left behind' hadn't been taught as #1 yet. But I learned. It didn't matter who or what Bo did, he was part of our team, he took the same oath as all of us, no matter what he did we were going to get him back. So we did, no matter what. That 'what' was three Taliban. They did what they had to, it wasn't the option anyone thought was good, but it was our only option. We negotiated best we could and did what we had to. All to get our guy back without him being in a wooden box instead."

"You say this like you were with the team making this decision."

"You get what I'm trying to say though don't you?"

"Sometimes you have to do things that don't seem to be good, but are just necessary."

"You can think of another plan for Wells, maybe we can come up with something. But this is our only plan I see that doesn't involve murder or someone else getting hurt. You've seen what he can do."

"All too well." Barry swallowed. "I could-I could take up his offer and save my mother...he wouldn't be here for this decision to have to be made."

"You wouldn't be here either." Hunter said.

"Not necessarily, I get my powers in the other time line. Me and Thawne fight whether he kills my mother or not. And I was going to go to Dalton from the start. My Dad was working on scholarships even back then. I'd still be here, you'd still be here. But my parents would be here too."

"Are you sure?" Hunter said, cupping Barry's cheeks.

"Yes" Barry said in a tone about as reassuring as someone saying icebergs and the Titanic don't go together. "I...I don't know."

Barry leaned his head back, his temple thumping on the wall and he closed his eyes.

"Barry!" Hunter yelled as the wall opened up.

Barry fell down, opening his eyes and rubbing his head as he looked around. They had entered a new room, futuristic and blue floor glowing with dots everything.

"Welcome, Barry and Hunter Allen-Clarington." A voice said, a projection of a women's head popping up.

"What-" Barry got up quickly. He rubbed his head and looked around. His breath stopping as he spotted what was in the wall. "It-its his suit."

"So who's this...and what did she call us?" Hunter blinked, cautiously walking in.

"Bartholomew Henry Sebastian Allen-Clarington, co-CEO of STAR labs and director of CIA for CCPD, former producer and writer for Dear Evan Hansen on Broadway. Married to Hunter James Allen-Clarington, co-CEO of STAR labs April 10th, 2017.

"That's later this year" Barry breathed.

"I wasn't going to say anything" Hunter blushed. "We run this place."

"I produce a Broadway musical!" Barry squealed. "Are you-from the future?"

"Gideon, interactive interface created by Barry Allen-Clarington 2034."

"I INVENT you?" He asked, his jaw dropping. "I never expected...out of all the things I pictured creating, a musical and my own JARVIS was not on my mind."

"Nerd" Hunter grinning. "So Mr. Mustard Bottle must have stole Gideon at some point from you. He really is from a different time."

"I have so many questions" Barry said walking up to Gideon.

"I have answers." She smiled, almost with too much familiarity for a hologram.

Well that's the end of this chapter! Give me reviews and pm me if you have any input of what you want to happen next :)