The Bolt Episode 15 Earth 47

The Bolt stared in awe at the speedsters standing in standoff. He knew that Barry only wore red, not silver. Forget the other speedster, he can be chalked up to a new villain, trying to kill The Flash. But this guy, he couldn't be the Flash, could he? He didn't sound anything like Barry. Then again, he was vibrating his voice, so there was no real way to tell. And he couldn't see his face from where he was standing. For now, he decided to stay back and observe.
'The Flash', dressed in a silver and black suit, faced against the speedster before him, who's appearance looked as though he was covered in lava rocks, or that he was the rocks. The other speedster sparked with yellow lightning, while The Flash was sparking with red. Strange bit of reversal. This definitely couldn't be Barry now; Barry's lightning is orange and yellow. And it couldn't be Kid Flash either, Barry's new partner, his lightning is yellow.
What was going on? Had Sean changed the timeline? He doesn't remember going through time, or seeing any after images of himself. Perhaps this was an alternate timeline? Whatever it was, he didn't know what to make of it.
"This time, you aren't going to get away from me," Flash said, "I'll catch you."

"Oh really?" Said the other speedster, "Then why haven't you already? The answer is simple; you aren't fast enough. You weren't fast enough when it mattered, now were you?" His voice was vibrating and lowered to a scary pitch. He looked, and sounded like a monster waiting to kill, with no hint of remorse in his voice.
Regarding his comment, Flash avoided his gaze. It was clear he had hit a personal nerve. Clenching his fists, Flash ran up to the evil speedster and threw several punches. An all-out brawl began between them. Happing too fast for the normal eye. But Bolt's eyes weren't normal, he could see everything, and he saw that The Flash was taking more hits than he gave. The evil speedster was gaining the upper hand. Should he do something? If he has time traveled, then he didn't want to mess with history by accident. But he couldn't just stand there.

To avoid further damage, The Flash took off down the street, and the evil speedster followed after him. Not wanting to lose track, The Bolt chased after them, keeping out of sight.

The clashing speedsters raced up and down buildings, through windows, and over cars to try and overpower the other. When Bolt stopped on the street they fought on, all he could see was lightning, zipping around and breaking windows. Civilians were running as quickly as they could away from the fight.
As they stopped, the evil speedster threw Flash into a wall, sending him to his knees. His entire molten-like body was sparking with electricity, as he readied himself to attack, "Guess you couldn't live up to the legend," He said.

He couldn't stand by, not anymore.

Stepping out from cover, The Bolt threw his hands forward and fired a blast of electricity, hitting the evil speedster and sending him to the ground. He landed on his back with a thud, and he was down long enough for The Flash to get to his knees. When he looked to the evil speedster, he was already on his feet, and gone from the scene.
The Flash was only able to see Bolt for a moment, before he took off as well.

"…Who was that?" The Flash wondered.

The Bolt

Once the immediate panic had swept over him, he rushed over to the library, dressed in his average civilian clothing. Sean greeted the receptionist quickly before finding the nearest isolated computer and sitting down at it. He was impatient when the computer took so long to turn on and log in. He didn't want to wait, there was no time. He needed to figure out what has happened, and quickly. He was in Central City; he knew that much. But it was all wrong. Nothing was what it seemed. Unless the Flash passed the mantel without him knowing, then things were all kinds of wrong.
When the computer finally logged in, Sean immediately clicked on the internet tab and started typing. He went as fast as possible, researching history and doing as much fact checking as he could.
What he found was that this silver and black speedster calling himself The Flash has only been around about a year and a half, but the name 'Flash' has been around longer. He started zooming through old articles, each written by Iris West. 'Maybe I'm in the future?' Sean thought to himself.

His heart almost stopped at the next article.

The title read "Mourning for the Scarlet Speedster", and it talked about The Flash; the ORIGIONAL Flash; as he died protecting the city from a great threat. Soon after he had died, Kid Flash vanished as well, and in his place came a new Flash. Many people assumed Kid Flash took his place, to honor him. When Sean took a look at a picture of the previous Flash, he knew right away that it was Barry.
He started crying silently. If he was in the future, then that means Barry was going to die. His mentor, the man he aspired to be was going to die. People passing by asked him if he was ok, but he shrugged them all off. This was too much for him to take.

Double checking the dates, he found something that put his tears to rest. The recent article was for today, as in PRESENT day. He couldn't have been in the future; the dates were for now. So what then, an alternate timeline? If that's the case, then he needed to find a way to fix it.
The comms in his ears started ringing, as he held them in pain. He quickly ran out of the building without turning off the computer, as he stumbled to the streets. The ringing kept going, as a voice attempted to get through. A voice that suddenly gave him hope and comfort.

"***Sean?***" Olives voice rang, "***Sean, it's me! Where are you?***"

EARTH 1

The police had already arrived at the resort, questioning people about the incident that had transpired. No one knew just what had happened, no one except a small handful who remained oblivious who questioned. Rose and Peter did their best to keep everyone calm, as workers came in to help clean up the mess in the pool area. Debris floated in the water and hung on the windows, as snow came gently falling in, coating the room in a light blanket.
Olive sat with her knees to her chest, just in front of the door into the pool area. She had been trying for a while to get a signal to Sean using the comms. They were definitely going through, but Sean wasn't answering.
Rose came over and sat next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "You ok?"

Olive shook her head, holding the comm up to her, "I've been trying to contact Sean ever since this morning. The signal is definitely going through, but he just isn't responding. I'm starting to get really worried."
"Sean is a tough guy. Wherever he is, I'm sure that he's fine," Said Rose, "We have to have faith in him."

Olive nearly began crying, "We were arguing. Last thing we did before he vanished was argue. God, what did I do? I don't want my last memory of him to be-!" She started sniffling uncontrollable, choking on her tears.
Rose wrapped her arms around her, wiping her tears, "It's ok. The signal is going through, yeah? We have to have faith that it means he's ok. Sean White isn't someone to give up easily. Maybe he can't talk back, but have hope that he can hear you."
Eventually, Rose was called back to be questioned, leaving Olive alone. Her only comfort was that wherever Sean was, he was doing everything in his power to get back to her. So many people say that maybe they were too young to be 'in love'. People may say that they didn't understand real love yet. But she wanted them to be wrong. Maybe they were young, but they were far from inexperienced. They have faced so much together, she had to believe their bond was strong enough.

She held the comm close to her, speaking into it one more time, "Sean, wherever you are, I hope that you're safe. Everyone else is ok too. You saved them, like always. Um …I hope that you're ok. I don't know where you may have ended up, but if I know you, you're probably trying to help someone …

EARTH 47

"… Just remember that I'm here waiting for you, when you get back. I won't lose faith. Never have. You're a hero, after all. And …I love you." With a beep, the signal cut.

Sean stood there crying, leaning against the wall of the alleyway. As scared as he was before, hearing her voice started to give him hope again. And it meant so much more than that, too. If a signal was coming through, that meant it was coming from a place he could physically access. IF the timeline had changed, Olive wouldn't have existed to send the message. So, wherever he was, all he knew was that he could get home.

Sean ran around the city, scoping out what he could. He had never actually been to Central City before, so he didn't know his way around. But eventually, he found the massive building known as S.T.A.R. Labs. Its outer shape was like a massive bowl with a tower on top. The security was terrible, he didn't have trouble getting in and wandering through the barren halls. The emptiness surprised him; he figured there would be more people. After all, this is where it all started. This is where the particle accelerator went off and changed the world. More than that, this is where The Flash's base of operations was. He figured there would be more people wandering about.

He eventually found the central cortex of the lab; a circular room with computers carefully placed in a few spots throughout the room. At the other end of the room was defining piece of the room; the Flash's suit. The silver and black suit was dressed over a mannequin, with screens dressed on the walls around it. The room had a faint blue lighting to it, with a hint of gold. This was supposedly where The Flash did all of his work. But then again, the speedster he had seen is not the Flash he knew.
What could it have been? This wasn't the future, so it could be an alternate timeline. But knowing how timelines work, wouldn't that have erased his home? Olive sent him that message, so it couldn't have been gone. So, with the obvious answers ruled out, where was he?
Sean walked around the cortex, running his hands along the computers. Its strange to think that every strange thing that has happened started here, when Harrison Wells turned on the accelerator. He gave so many people abilities; The Flash wouldn't exist without him. Its strange to wonder if the world is better off with Meta's, or worse off with the dangers they pose.

His thoughts ran everywhere as a piece of metal attached itself to his neck. It electrified him, as strong metal strings shot out and attached themselves to the ground, pulling him to the ground. He only had time to look up for a moment when a fist came slamming into his face, knocking him out.

Sean's vision was blurry as he came to, looking around where he was. He found himself laying in a cell. The walls were a blueish metal, padded in square shapes. It wasn't very big; no larger than a bathroom stall. A large light was strapped to the top of the cell, shining down on him. He used the wall to bring himself to his feet, holding his head, as he felt a sensitive bruise there. Blinking several times, he regained proper focused of his surroundings.

"You're going to be our guest for a while," A voice said.

One of the walls was clear glass, and on the other side was The Flash, or rather, the grey and black one of whatever place this was. He was standing there in the shadows, his hands held behind his back. All he could make out for sure was that the tone of his skin was darker, much like Kid Flash back home. So, using that logic, this must have been Kid-Flash, now turned Flash.

Sean laughed awkwardly, "I can explain."

"Sure you can," Flash retorted, "Who are you?"

Sean tried to keep his cool, not wanting to start anything in his position, "My name is Sean White. I'm not the bad guy here, I came here to meet you."

"Why?"

"Because …honestly I don't know. It's hard to explain," Sean sighed, "Everything is so …wrong. Nothing makes any sense."

"From my point of view, you broke into the lab, probably to attack me."

Sean raised his brows, "Way to jump to conclusions. No, I didn't want to attack you. I need help. I'm …lost."

"Lost how?"

"Well, I don't know. One moment I'm trying to stop a serious catastrophic event, the next, I'm here in Central City, but nothing is as it should be. For example. You."

Flash paused, "Me?"

"Yeah. You being The Flash. Does the name Barry Allen mean anything to you?"

The Flash said nothing, but Sean could clearly see that he had hit a nerve, "How do you know that name?"

"Where I'm from, HE'S The Flash. But apparently, he's dead. I thought that maybe I ran to the future but-"

"Ran?" Flash questioned, "As in you're a speedster?"

Sean grinned, "You'd recognize me better if I was wearing orange."

Flash nodded, beginning to pace where he stood, "So, you're the guy who helped me out earlier."

Sean waved jokingly.

Flash walked over to one of the screens attached to the wall, and pressed the call button, "Hey, can you run a scan on our intruder?"

"Sure thing," A voice said, one he recognized.

"Hey is that Cisco?" Sean said, "That sounds like Cisco."

Flash wasn't listening anymore, as he started walking away, but stopped when Sean spoke again.

"I can help you. With that evil speedster, I could help you out. Maybe in return you could help me?"

The Flash turned back around, staying where he was, "I can handle Speed Demon."

"THAT'S his name? Geez."

Saying nothing further, Flash walked out of the room.

Flash walked into the cortex, where Cisco was sitting at the computer, along with another woman, with short brown hair, who turned around and faced the masked hero, giving him a quick kiss, "Hey Wally. How did it go?"

The speedster took off his mask, revealing the dark-skinned speedster underneath, "It's a little complicated but I think it's ok. He won't be going anywhere anyway."

"Does he know who you are?"

Wally paused, "He knew about Barry."

Now even Cisco spun around in his chair to listen, "He knew he was The Flash?"

"Yeah. Whoever he is, he could be trouble."

"Well," The woman said, "It's nothing THIS Flash can't handle."

"Thanks, Linda," Wally smiled, walking over to the larger computers on the other end of the room, "So, what about Speed-Demon. Do we have anything yet?"

Cisco started typing, and images of Speed-Demon popped up on the screen, "Not yet. He knows how to keep himself hidden. But he usually stays in areas closer to S.T.A.R. Labs, probably wanting to draw you out."

"I can probably ask Iris to talk to our editor at CCPN," Linda suggested, "Maybe they have something over there."

"You COULD do that yourself-"

"And miss my husband when he finally kicks this wannabes butt? No thanks."

Wally laughed, removing the gloves from his hands, "Fair enough. I might as well go to the speed-lab until you guys find something, and let me know when we have something on this Sean character," With nothing further to add, Wally sped out of the room in a red blur.

'You think we'll actually get anything on Speed-Demon?" Linda asked.

"Only time will tell," Cisco said, "Even though time is a concept that seems to HATE us."

"Like Santa?"

Cisco pointed at her, "Crazy things always happen around Christmas, ONE OF US is on the naughty list or that wouldn't happen! Santa has it out for us, he's probably gonna send Christmas assassins again, or a Christmas themed speedster!"

"I think you're overreacting a little bit, don't you think?"

"No, Santa hates us. I'll prove it."

She rolled her eyes and went back to work, pulling up footage of the orange speedster from earlier, and looking over it. She had never seen him before, and that worried her. Strange thing though, there isn't a single sighting of him prior to today. Like he just came out of nowhere.

Sean stared at the glass before him, sitting down against the edge of the cell. He knew these cells were power dampeners, meaning his powers were very weak in here. Even when he tried vibrating his hand, it would barely move. He needed to get out of this place somehow. If only he could convince these people that he wasn't the bad guy.

But he couldn't want around for something to happen, he had to make it happen.

He stood up, looking up at the light sitting at the top of the cell. It was the source of what was dampening his powers. Somehow, he needed to turn it off. Cracking his fingers, he tried focusing on his speed, pushing his hands against the walls of the cell. His body only managed to generate small sparks, before it started wearing him down.

"Come on, Sean. You can do this."

Trying again, he attempted to generate more power. He managed to create more sparks, which the dampener tried desperately to suppress. More sparks began to generate, causing the light to turn brighter.

Cisco, sitting in the cortex, heard the alert on the computer. He checked the video feed, and saw what Sean was trying to do, "Linda you seeing this?" He asked.

Linda looked over his shoulder in worry, "Should we do something?"

"No, the dampeners should hold."

Another beeping went off; the test results for the scan from earlier. He opened the file with a swift double click and read it, his expression dropping immediately.

"…Unless … crap," Cisco jumped from his chair and ran down the hall.

"What's wrong?!" Linda yelled.

"He's a breacher!" he yelled back, his voice echoing through the hall.

Cisco made it to the prison cell, pressing buttons on the cell tablet. As he did, Sean's sparks started to go down.

"Yatzi!" Cisco yelled, as all the electricity stopped, and Sean fell to his knees, gasping for air.

Cisco approached the cell, "Now it makes sense, you're a breacher."

"A…a what?" Sean gasped.

"A breacher. You're from another earth."

"Another earth? What does that even …" but then it hit him, "…Wait, as in …Multi-Verse?"

Cisco nodded, and Sean stood up on his feet.

"That actually makes sense," Sean said, "That explains everything. Listen, you gotta help me get home. I don't belong here."

"Whatever you say, just don't try breaking out again," he said.

"I wouldn't have to try if you didn't keep me in here. What did you even do anyway?"

"People from other earths vibrate at different frequencies. I had to adjust the cell to your frequency, sorry to burst your bubble."

Sean groaned, "Well, you definitely SOUND like my Cisco."

Sean sat down, pushing his foot against the wall parallel to him.

"You mentioned Barry Allen," Cisco kneeled down to his eye level, "You know him on your earth?"

"Yeah …he's my inspiration. Part of the reason I put on the mask every day. I've read so many articles about him, about how he's helped so many people. And I wanted to be just like that," he paused, "Sometimes it feels like maybe I'm too much like that. My girlfriend says that I've become the mask, instead of wearing it. I don't know …maybe she's right."

Cisco gave him a look of sympathy, trying to see if he was lying in anyway. He couldn't tell, but there was another way he could, "Put you're hand to the glass."

Sean didn't know where he was going with this, but he didn't really have any other option. Giving in, he put his right hand flat to the glass. Cisco met his hand on the other side, closing his eyes gently, and taking a deep breath.

He began to see things, images of events he didn't recognize. Through the loud flashes of light, he could see Sean, wearing his orange suit, and running around a city. As the images went on, he could hear voices and sounds to match.

"So, he's a meta with amnesia."

"I told you before, I won't let you hurt anyone."

"Welcome to Light-Speed Labs."

"It used to be a meta-human, but now it's some kind of …meta-mutant."

"I help him because I trust him."

"I like you Sean, more than you realize."

"Don't worry about being fast enough, be good enough."

"I trust you with my life."

"You're just a boy!"

"This is who I am."

"You obviously can't be a superhero forever."

"I have to try."

The last image was an explosion of energy, sending him into Central City.

Cisco removed his hand, taking a deep breath, and releasing it quickly. He had to take a moment and process all of the information. Once he had, he understood where Sean came from. He wasn't the enemy. Standing up, he pressed the release button, and the glass cell opened up. Sean stood, approaching Cisco calmly.
Cisco his hand out, "Vibe, but you can call me Cisco Ramon."

Sean smiled, taking his hand and shaking it, "The Bolt, but you can call me Sean White."

He was doing it again, running angry.

Zooming around the track of the speed-lab, the only thought on Wally's mind was Speed-Demon. He had been giving Wally trouble for the past few months, and he always got away. He was always faster than him. Whenever he saw him, he could only really feel guilt. He's his responsibility, after all. What happened to him wasn't his fault, it was simply an accident. And yet, Wally felt as though he was the one who did it. Why? He wasn't even there when it happened, so he had no reason to feel this guilty.
He would feel better if he was fast enough to catch him. But he's just so much faster than Wally; there was now ay he could keep up with him. Barry could. Barry could always keep up with guys like this. He was The Flash.

He skids to a stop, pulling his mask off with a sigh. He began pacing around the room, deep in thought. Every time he passed the desk in the room, he wanted to kick it. He was just so angry, and he thought running would burn that away. Except it didn't; It never does.
Strolling down the hall, he started making his way to the cortex. As he did, he stopped just before the entrance when he heard voices. He knew one to be Cisco, and another to be Linda. But he didn't like the third. With a look of anger, he put his mask back on and walked in with a vibrated voice.

"What the hell is going on here?!" He scolded.

Cisco, Linda and Sean were all standing at the main desk, talking and laughing until their expressions dropped at Flash's presence. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, as Sean looked away from his gaze.

"It's ok," Cisco said, "I vibed him. He checks out. He's from another Earth, and he's a superhero there."

"He's a breacher?" Flash questioned.

"Yeah. There was an accident, a temporal hole that he fell through and ended up on our world. I got his frequency, so I should be able to send him home."

Flash looked between Cisco and Sean, "Then why is he still here?"

Before Cisco could speak, Sean beat him to it, "I thought that, with this Speed-Demon problem, maybe I could help you out. Two against one are pretty good odds in our favor."

"No."

"Come on, Flash. Back home, I teamed up with MY Flash to stop someone. And Linda told me how much trouble you've been having."

Flash shot Linda an angry look. She simply shrugged, "It's true. Even The Flash needs help sometimes," She said.

"I don't need help," Flash scolded, "Speed-Demon is my problem, and only mine. It has nothing to do with him, so I suggest we send him home."

Sean paused, crossing his arms as he thought on the perfect thing to get his attention, "My Flash taught me to not be fast enough, but to be good enough. And I've also learned a little help from time to time isn't bad. I have a partner back home who aids me. This isn't about pride. If this guy is hurting people, he needs to be stopped. As long as no one dies, it doesn't matter how its done."

"It does in this case," Flash stomped over to him, grabbing his arm, "You're leaving. Now."

Sean pulled his arm away, smacking it. In retaliation, Flash threw a punch at superspeed, which Sean quickly dodge. The two-entered speed time, as Flash started chasing Sean around the room. Though Sean was still slower, he noticed this Flash wasn't as fast as the one he knew. He found himself being able to out run him more efficiently. Coming to a stop, Sean leaped over Flash and kicked him in the back. They left speed-time as Flash went crashing into the mannequin where his suit was usually kept.
Linda and Cisco jumped back in surprise as Flash got to his feet.

"Flash, stop this," Sean said, "This is immature."

"Immature?!" He shouted, speeding at him.

Leaping over the desk, Cisco suddenly shot a blast of blue wave energy at Flash, keeping it in the form of a stream to pin him to the ground. He tried to use his speed, but found it was disabled due to Cisco's vibe.

"That's enough, Flash!" Cisco said, ending the stream and letting him catch his breath, "What has gotten into you?"

He never answered him, he simply got up and sped out of the room.

"He's going through a lot with Speed-Demon," Linda said, pulling up images on the big screen. It showed an average dark-skinned man, next to a picture of Speed-Demon, "His real name is Daniel West. While running away from a group called 'the rogues', Daniel crashed into a monorail car, which as it turns out had contained a speed-force battery. It exploded, giving him the ability to move at super speed. Flash has been trying to stop him for a while, because he's been hunting anyone else who has speed, and taking it from them."

"Taking it?" Sean questioned, "He can do that?"

"He can. Flash has had a hard time keeping up."

"But why is he so bent on finding him? Unless there's a personal vendetta?"

Both Cisco and Linda remained silent, and Sean did his best to understand why. Maybe he knew him somehow? Did he blame himself for what happened? Blaming yourself is a very common trait among heroes after all.
"Well, look. Whatever the scenario, I'm going to help however I can," Sean leaned on the desk with his hands, "Just tell me where to start."

Wally couldn't stop himself from running. In the span of 10 minutes he stopped two robberies, put out a fire, and even rescued a kitten from a tree. Keeping himself busy was all he could do to get his mind of the orange speedster. He felt insulted and embarrassed by him, and how Cisco had to intervein. What right did he have to even be here? This wasn't his world, so this wasn't his problem. Why did he feel he needed to get involved at all?
Wally came to a stop in front of a large building. Several stories above was a fire bursting out of the windows. Fire-trucks had already gathered around the area with the police.

"Here we go again," said Flash, as he sped up the building and I to the fire.

As soon as he went inside, he was happy to know nobody got trapped inside. But the fire would still do a lot of damage. He began rotating his arms at super-speed.

"You always fall for that," Said a voice.

Quickly a streak of lightning flew by him, knocking Flash to the ground. Standing at his head was Speed-Demon, as he kicked him.

"Moths always seem attracted to fires, don't they?" He said, kneeling down to him, "And you're about to burn, Flash."

Back at S.T.A.R Labs, the monitors started going off. Linda and Cisco rushed to the computers to see what was going on.

"Cisco, what's happening?" Linda asked.

Sean sped into the room, looking at the screens. There was a computer model of The Flash, and it was all glowing red with numbers flying everywhere.

"Flash is in trouble," Cisco said, "Whatever's going on he's not doing well!"

"Tell me where he is," Sean said, "I'll get to him."

"4th avenue of Terrance street," He said, "Go!"

Nodding, Sean sped out of the room quickly.

"Do you think he'll make it?" Linda asked.

Cisco turned to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "He'll make it. Wally will be ok."

The Bolt sped down the street, letting his lightning trail drag behind him. He stopped when he came to the firetrucks and police gathered around. Looking up, he saw the building coming from the 7th floor. Looking closer, he saw flashes of light coming from the upper windows. The lights were red and yellow.
Bolt quickly sped up the building and through one of the broken windows. He found Speed-Demon holding The Flash by the throat.
"Hey!" Bolt shouted, firing off a lightning strike. The lightning struck Speed-Demon and sent him flying through the wall and releasing a spurt of fire.

Bolt helped Flash up, brushing him off, "I didn't need your help," Flash said.

"Yes, you did, and you know it," Bolt said, "Let's deal with this, alright?"

Speed-Demon came back through the hole, standing with his fists clenched and sparking with electricity.
"So what's this? The new Kid-Flash?" He said.
Demon ran out of the building, and the two heroes chased after him.

The three streaks of lightning raced around the city at blinding speed. Windows broke and car alarms were set off by the angry chase. Flash was determined to stop this guy, before anything else happened. Bolt on the other hand was trying to keep up, knowing that Flash was running angry.
Demon lead them onto the water. Their feet splashed with every step as their momentum carried them across the liquid surface. Demon began to move in tight formations, trying to throw them off.
"Stop running!" Flash shouted.

Demon moved faster, then quickly ran between the two. Behind him pulled a large wave of water. Demon used his speed to pull the water with him, and the water trampled over the heroes. Bolt dived through the wave, while Flash was simply consumed by it.
Bolt got his head above water and looked around; Speed-Demon was long gone.
"We lost him," he said, taking a second look around.

Flash wasn't there.

"Flash!" he said, diving back under water.

He swam downwards, seeing the body of Flash floating down. He was knocked unconscious, and drowning. Bolt moved his arms as quickly as he could to get to him. Once he did, he wrapped his arm around him, and started rotating his other like a propeller. The momentum carried them to the surface, as they both gasped for air.
"You ok?" Bolt asked. But The Flash never answered him, he just looked disappointed in himself.

Bolt sped Flash back to the lab and helped him walk into the cortex. Linda immediately rushed to him and gave him a big hug, and Bolt took off his mask and set it down on the table, crossing his arms at Flash.
"I'm so glad that you're ok!" Linda said.
"Flash," Sean said firmly, "This is very personal for you, I can see that. Why do you care so much about catching this guy?"
Flash tried to retaliate, but Sean held up his hand.
"I want the truth."

Flash sighed, pushing Linda gently away. Taking a small step toward Sean, he took off his mask.

Wally let the mask hang at the back of his neck, rubbing his face carefully, "My name is Wally West."

"West?" Sean questioned, "Like Daniel West?"

"So they told you," he replied, "Daniel is …my brother."

"You're brother?"

"Yeah. I never knew him before a few years ago. But he lived with our dad, and they didn't get along. One day, he pushed him down the stairs and crippled him for life."

Sean heard about Joe West, the father of Wally and Iris West. The Joe on his earth was a nice and wonderful person from what he was told. It was strange to think of how different he might have been here.
"Daniel ran away after that," Wally continued, "He's my family. So, he's my responsibility. I swore I would stop him because I thought I was the only one who could."
Wally walked to the center of the cortex, taking off his gloves and dropping them to the ground with a sigh.

"But I was wrong. I can't stop him. I can't do this. I'm not like Barry, I'm not The Flash."

"Of course, you are," Linda said, "Barry left the mantle to you. And you've done amazing work."

"No, I haven't. I'm not worthy to wear the mask. Not after today."
"He quickly used his speed to get dressed back into his average cloths and place the suit on the mantle.
"I'm done. The Flash died with Barry, I was a fool to make everyone think otherwise."

"Wally-"

"Wally quickly sped out of the cortex, leaving everyone alone with what had just transpired. Sean could only watch as his speed trail vanished through the halls.
"…What do we do now? Central City needs The Flash," Cisco said, "We have to get Wally back."

"Yeah, we do," Sean said, "But until then …" he approached the desk, "You need someone to help protect the city. I'm not going anywhere until Wally gets back in the game."
Linda smiled, placing a hand on Sean's with a tear down her face, "Thank you."

He nodded, sighing and putting his hands on his hips, "So, what do we do first?"

The Bolt

Olive spun in her chair, a pen in her hands. She still had no way of finding out where Sean had gone, and that scared her a lot. He just vanished into thin air, doing what he always has; saving people. Perhaps she had thought wrong of trying to take that away from him. And now Alter City was without their hero. There must be something that she could have done.
The wind began to pick up quickly, as papers started flying. Olive stood and let her hands glow, ready to attack whatever she felt was coming. Out of the floor appeared a portal of gold, and a figure floated out of it. It was a man, dressed in blue cloth and golden armor. A yellow cape hung from his back, and a golden helmet covered his face. All she could see of it was through the holes for his eyes. His hands were glowing with some type of rune, floating there.

"…Who are you?!" Olive said, feeling shocked and confused.

The figure set his feet onto the ground and approached Olive. His height towered over her, so he had to lean down. His helmet was only inches from her face.
"Are you Olive Camellia?" He asked. His voice sounded as though there was more than one man speaking at once.

"…y-yes."

He stood straight, crossing his arms.

"My name is Doctor Fate. I am here to discuss the situation with Sean White."

Next time: The Bolt Episode 16:

"Fate Catches Everyone"

Written by TimeLord 2024

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