Present Time. The doctor's office.

Doctor Stevens looked over his medical chart at Detective West, who was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with his arm bandaged up. He knew he was going to regret asking, but he knew he had to.

"Explain for me again exactly what happened."

Joe sighed. All he wanted to do was get out of this place and help Barry, but the doctor was holding everything up.

Captain Signh answered for him. "He came into work today frazzled. I asked him what was wrong, but he just said it was a family matter, so I left it at that. A few minutes later, I noticed that he was holding his arm funny, so I ordered him to take off his jacket, and he had a white bandage wrapped around his arm. I asked him if he had been to see a doctor, and he said no."

Doctor Stevens rubbed his nose. "Well, I want an explanation just as much as you do, Captain. Whoever stitched this wound up knew what they were doing-it's a fancy piece of embroidery."

Joe raised his eyes to the ceiling. Thank you Caitlyn.

"However," the doctor continued, "I really want to know what caused this wound. This wasn't made by anything normal."

Everyone in the room looked at Joe expectantly.

"I'm a bit of a klutz?"

Star Labs.

"Thank goodness we were able to get that dinosaur tooth out of Joe's arm," commented Caitlyn, somewhat randomly.

Cisco looked around at the carnage. "This is not how Star Sleepovers ™ are supposed to go," he said, decisively.

Wells was sitting in front the empty metahuman prison cage where the Rainbow Raider used to reside, nursing a bullet wound from a civil war musket ball. "Well, now we know that Barry has even less control over his abilities than we thought he did."

Cisco snorted in agreement. "Word."

The minute Barry had disappeared in a cloud of lighting, Wells had started to scream his name, and then everything had gone to heck.

The lighting clod, instead of going away startedwidening and began shooting bolts everywhere. One went straight through the prison cage, struck Bivolo and had him disappear in the same way Barry had. Another bolt shot through the air, then dissolved into thin air.

All around them, little clouds popped up and let parts of the past straight through. Joe, who had been on his way in to check in on Barry, met a velociraptor that had come through one of the holes. Wells had gotten shot by a confederate soldier before the soldier got pushed back into the timestream, and it was a miracle Caitlyn and Cisco hadn't gotten hurt. After about two of the most frightening minutes that had ever taken place at STAR labs - which was saying a lot-the "storm" went away as quickly as it had come.

Wells immediately theorized that Barry was somewhere in the past, mucking up the timestream. His lack of control over his abilities dealing with time probably dragged back Bivolo with him, and that all of the lightning bolts that had vanished into thin air had probably made another time jump, and struck someone in a different time.

Joe didn't really care about the theories of Dr. Wells. He had just wanted to know if Barry was alright, and he had said so.

Wells had shrugged rather dramatically. "Impossible to know. We might get a few more surprises from the time stream the more he tears it apart from whereever he is. Time will try to fix itself before it all falls apart, but Barry needs to walk a fine line. As long as he keeps changing things, the easier we can pinpoint his temporal location. However, if he changes too much…,"

Joe finished the sentence for him, the full weight of what he was saying hitting him like an anvil. "He may be stuck in the past forever."

Dr. Wells nodded. "Not only would he be stuck in the past, time would change enough to completely split off into a new timestream. He would be in the past, in a different reality." With that, he turned his wheelchair towards his computers, eager to start making calculations, almost comically ignoring the fact that Caitlyn was chasing him with bandages and gauze for his bullet wound.

Joe had gotten busted by the Captain after being at work for only a few minutes. Hopefully, he could come up for a good excuse for his injury. Something other than the truth.

The Past.

Joe managed to keep it together long enough for "Wally West" to get into the patrol car with him. The nanosecond the door slammed shut, Joe grabbed the young man by his jacket.

"What on EARTH do you think you are doing?"

The man jumped like a startled cat as best as one could while their coat was being held in a death grip. Then, after a split second of what looked like indecision, his face smoothed out into an expression that wasn't taking, "No, you cannot tag along" for an answer.

It was one of Joe's least favorite expression.

"The way I see it, we both want to catch Bivolo. We both want to keep this entire metahuman mess under wraps, unless you want to explain exactly what's going on to all of your colleagues, and we both know that the cops won't be able to handle this guy. Seems like we pretty much want the same things," said Barry, trying to get everything out in one breath.

With a pause, Joe let go of Barry. The little amount that he had spoken had given Joe a wealth of information. The brief panic and resignation to being manhandled told him that the kid wouldn't jump to a violent defense if provoked, so he probably didn't have a violent temperament. The fact that he didn't use any of his alleged abilities meant that the kid tried to use his wits before trying anything else, which hinted that he didn't use his powers as a crutch. Joe could respect that.

"We do this my way," said the cop, gruffly.

Barry looked like the poster child for sheer relief. After taking a quick second to compose himself, he let himself concentrate on the case. "Bivolo knows that most banks have trackers on the money, but I'm willing to bank on the fact that he may just be too smart for his own good."

He paused waiting to see if Joe was listening. After a grudging, "go on," gesture, he continued.

"Bivolo is from the future..with futuristic ways of tracking money."

Joe, thrown for a minute by the future comment, quickly caught on. "You're saying that Bivolo would only remove the devices he is used to seeing from the future, but wouldn't be looking for devices used now."

Barry nodded excitedly. "Exactly. Money is made of a special blend-only the treasury can use it. Central used to spray their money, until a much less expensive system of electronic tags was put into play. Do you still use the spray?"

Joe nodded, with a cat-that-got-the-canary grin spreading across his face despite himself. "We got him."

A few calls later, and the location was sent to Joe's email. Predictably, it was an abandoned warehouse. Without a word, Joe hit the gas towards the address, ready for a fight.

The Allen House.

"You let him get away?!"

Barry and Iris tried to look as sorry as they could while Henry Allen grilled them both. Nora eventually took pity on the youngsters and put a gentle hand on her husbands back.

"Henry, it was our own fault. We should have never left them in a position to talk to him."

Henry let out a long-suffering breath, and little Barry suddenly did actually feel bad. "It's fine. We weren't in any danger."

"You didn't know that."

"Yes we did! He knew a really big secret of mine, one I haven't told anybody! He said that I trusted him enough in the future to tell him!"

Both Henry and Nora looked at each other in sheer panic, about to wildly rip into their son about trusting strangers, when the phone rang. Barry and Iris visibly relaxed, glad for a reprieve. Henry rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he had aged at least ten years, then picked up the phone.

"Hello? Yes, this is the Allen household...I didn't think civilians could get information from an ongoing case file...What do you mean about a family clause...oh, my son, Barry. He's nine...what do you mean, that's impossible? No, I am not giving my son anything experimental!"

There was a long pause as Henry processed the information that the lab scientist on the other end of the phone was feeding him. Unlike Joe, who usually had Barry translate anything relating to science, Henry just listened to the play by play of the impossibilities that the provided DNA sample had thrown up, last of which was that the DNA was an exact match to that of one Barry Allen. Apparently, he had been able to bring up DNA samples to tell the computer to ignore since other people had touched the spoon that the DNA had been delivered on, but one of the first samples he had brought up to eliminate was a perfect match. However, upon closer inspection the DNA that he was supposed to be examining was nowhere near normal. There was no doubt, though, that both samples belonged to the same person.

Henry managed a strangled, "Thank you," before somehow dropping the phone into its cradle before giving Barry a good long stare. He didn't have the faculties to do much else.

Nine year old Barry, who had just happily letting his father talk on the phone and not chew him out was unnerved by the stare. "What?"

Joe's Squad Car.

Standing outside the warehouse, Barry handed Joe a pair of mirrored sunglasses that he had insisted they pick up before they confronted Bivolo. "Don't let him look at you without these," he advised.

Joe nodded, testing the padlock. It was bolted shut.

Barry gave him the universal motion to back off. He grabbed the lock with his hands and vibrated the entire thing clean off.

Even though he had been expecting something unusual, Joe couldn't stop his jaw from meeting the floor. He managed to school his expression into something neutral before the kid looked at him, almost searching for...approval?

Joe simply pointed his gun into the darkness, and Barry panned the room with a flashlight.

A voice came out from somewhere in the darkness.

"I have to say, this is a bit of a surprise. Before I force you two to kill one another, how did you find me?"

A/N: No note? Hmmmm... Well, I'll go first then.

I like this chapter... I really really really like this chapter a lot. :D I think it might be my favorite chapter so far. Dinosaurs and Confederates... LAWL

A/N Yep. I kind of wish this kind of timey whimey stuff would happen in the show...on the other hand, this is a prime example of why it's a good thing I don't write for the show.

...about that scene we talked about with Barry on Redbull...

-2whitie