++++++ Before I upload this I want to express my sadness at the passing of actor Harry Morgan better known as Colonel Sherman Potter on MASH and After MASH. Harry has passed at age 96 in his Los Angeles home. Harry is survived by six children, eight grandchildren and his second wife. RIP Harry Morgan you will be missed

On another note, you'll get two chapters tonight.

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Three

The next morning I did all I could to forget what had happened but there was no way I could. After leaving the hospital, Joe took me back to Central City PD to have the whole mess regarding my apparent death erased.

I told Joe what I could in one or two worded answers before declaring that I wanted to go home. Joe wouldn't let me go back to my crappy apartment, instead driving me to pick some clothes up before taking me back to the home where I grew up. By that point, the water from the fish tank had dried up but Joe didn't even notice.

I wanted to go back to be with Barry but Joe wouldn't let me.

I came downstairs in my pyjamas the next morning to find Joe and Iris talking in low whispers why they were cleaning out the fish tank. Oops. "So I'm totally used to people talking about me behind my back but come on guys."

Joe sighed. He sat the garbage bag down on the coffee table and motioned for me to sit down. "I'm just talking about taking you to get checked out by a doctor. Barry's stable for the moment so we'll get you looked at by a doctor and you can see Barry after that. We have to make sure that you're okay."

I shrugged. "I'm okay. Nothing wrong with me. I just want to know what happened to my brother. No one explained. All I know is what Iris's note said. Hit by lightning. What does that even mean?"

"Barry was in his lab when he got hit by lightning," Iris explained, shooting her father a concerned look. "It was right around the same time that the particle accelerator at STAR Labs blew up so no one found him for a while. The doctor said it's because he wasn't found for a few hours that he's probably in the coma."

I raised an eyebrow. "Barry's nerd machine blew up?" I asked.

Joe nodded. "Yeah. FEMA and the military are all over the sight. Harrison Wells isn't a very popular guy right now. There's been a lot of damage. The reason I want you to get checked out is because you were found in an area where there was some damage from the accelerator. The man that found you had to get checked out as well so I think you should too as well."

I sighed. Honestly I felt fine but if it was going to give Joe some peace of mind I'd get checked out. "Fine. I'll go get poked and prodded if it will make you happy. But I want to see Barry after and then you're taking me to Iron Heights to see dad." Me and my father, Henry Allen, didn't have the best relationship ever. Barry was adamant that our father was innocent and that some yellow man had killed our mum. I was four-years-old so I don't remember but as far as I was concerned, he'd done it. Barry hadn't been the one to come down stairs for a drink of water and to slip in your mother's blood. I was. But he deserved the right to know what kind of state his son was in. I stood up. "I'll go take a shower-Iris can you make me some toast? I'd do it but I think FEMA is probably busy."

Iris couldn't help but chuckle as I went back up to my old room to get some fresh clothes. I traipsed to the bathroom and turned the shower on. Staring at the water running down the drain, I took a minute to close my eyes, thinking of the fish tank and the cup near Barry's bed…I leant against the wall and clutched my head, thinking about the wave of orange energy that hit me as I fell into the water. I couldn't help but think how utterly bullshit this was. No mother growing up, a father in prison and a brother who was now in a coma, an adoptive father who was utterly disappointed in me and an adoptive sister who subconsciously flaunted how better she was then I was.

I was ripped out of my thoughts by an explosion of water through the bathroom. It was like the rules of gravity didn't apply as the water floated in drops through the air like some kind of magic scene from a fantasy novel. "Oh my god," I gasped. The pipes had exploded through the bathroom wall sending water, tiles and plaster everywhere.

With a shaky hand, I touched one of the water droplets and it just simply floated off on its way like it had a mind of its own. A few seconds later all the floating water dropped in a shower of rain.

"Charlotte!" Joe yelled, banging on the door. He practically kicked it down like he'd done when I was fifteen and with Alex Cooper from dance classes. Having a cop for a dad was a freaking hoot I tell you. He scanned the room. "What the hell happened?"

Iris ran up behind him and her mouth dropped a little. "Dad turn off the water! I'll call a plumber."

Joe grabbed a towel off the towel rail and gave it to me to dry myself off before he disappeared to turn the water off. Iris was on her phone searching for a plumber. I stood in the doorway looking at the damage around me knowing that I did that. I made this happen. My body shivered in a mixture of cold and fear thinking about how I would have run straight to Barry about something this weird. His whole life he'd been searching for the impossible and I'd made water explode out of a wall which was definitely impossible.

What the hell had Harrison Wells done? And was I the only one or were there other's out there like me?

For the next couple of days I split my time between spending time with Barry and going over all of research he'd done on weird and wonderful goings on in Central City-scratch that-it was all just weird. Felicity had come from Starling City for a week to spend some time with me and Barry. I'd asked her how exactly she and Oliver were but she just shrugged my question off and mumbled something about him and commitment issues.

The doctors had moved Barry into his own, private room so it was easier for me to sit with him. Sometimes I'd be alone and other times Joe and Barry would be with us. I literally had no idea what I was going to do now without Barry there to laugh with and enjoy his lectures on boring topics. It hurt to see his heart beat drop off and the hospital staff having to bring him back from the dead. I'd never heard about this happening to anyone before. I wanted my brother back.

I'd gone to get some coffee and have a bit of a break from Barry Watch, leaving Joe there to watch him. When I came back, I found Joe standing in the corridor talking to a guy in a wheelchair in hushed tones. "Joe what's going on? Is Barry okay?" I asked.

Joe turned. "Charlotte-did you get something to eat?"

I nodded. "Yeah-but please tell me why you look like a kid who's just had his hand caught in a cookie jar before dinner?"

"This is Harrison Wells," Joe sighed. "Look-Barry's not doing so good here so Doctor Wells has asked to take him to his facility to keep a better eye on him."

"Over my dead body!" I snapped, realizing how not funny that sounded. "He almost fucking roasted the city with his stupid machine! He is not taking my brother!"

Doctor Wells cleared his throat. "Miss Allen-I assure you that I only have Barry's best interests at heart. The doctor's here don't understand Barry's condition."

"And what's that?" I demanded to know. "He's in a coma!"

"And he keeps flat lining," Wells reminded me. "These hospital monitors keep coding because they can't pick up your brother's heartbeat, it's too fast. Now I can. Detective West thinks it's a good idea if my team looks after him." He looked me over. "Now I understand you had your own accident and I think it would be in your best interest if my team give you a complete physical."

I glared at Joe. "You're not our father! You have no right to make any decisions for me and Barry! Stay out of this Joe! I'm his family, you're not!" I shoved past him and stormed off in anger.