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Iris warmed her hands, wrapping it around the coffee mug that sat in front of her. She lifted her chin, eyes moving around Jitters. Something was making her restless, even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She looked up as Lois slid into the seat across from her and calmly sipped from her own mug of coffee.

"So how's your article going?" Iris asked her. Lois looked up over the rim of her mug. "The one about the increase in crime and metahumans?"

Lois nodded and placed her mug on the tabletop with a light clink. "It's going much better than I expected it would," she explained. "I knew there was a lot going on in Metropolis with the villains and criminals that Superman is always dealing with, but Central City really takes the cake. These guys have more powers and abilities than anything I've ever seen."

"Have you ever gotten up close to the fights? I'm sure Superman manages to make his way onto the front page day after day." Iris thought about the Flash and how hard she had been working with the Central City Picture News to keep from only reporting on the Flash despite what her boss wanted. Especially as she had to scrap her article about Tess.

"You get used to it. There's rarely a day that goes by where there isn't some sort of story that can be used about Superman. And I can see that's the same thing here. But what you need to remember is that if you continue to write the same stories you always write then you're not going to be able to move forward and hone your writing skills."

Iris rolled her eyes and rested her mug on the table once more. "We tried that already, remember? That article about Tess that we can't do now."

Lois waved her hand. "Everyone always says 'no' at the beginning, you just have to make them think that it's their idea to do it. Do you know how many articles I've written about some of the corruption that was going on in Metropolis where people originally didn't want to talk?"

"Aren't there journalistic ethics and morals that come into play at some point?" Iris asked in a small voice.

Lois's face then softened as she looked directly at Iris. "Yes and that's when you start to question why you're in the profession in the first place, right? I've gone through that many times, especially after I've seen what some stories have done to some of the people I've written about. But there are a few things to remember," she held up her finger. "Time heals all wounds and what made you get into the profession in the first place. I've always wanted to help people, to get the truth out there for those that had no voice and this was the best way to do it." She cleared her throat. "Now for that story that you want to do, you really just want to write about Tess Morgan right?"

"Right, but she's turned me down," Iris reminded her.

"She turned you down about a story that connected her and Harrison Wells. Obviously there's something about the man she doesn't want to revisit. If she was married to him, as you explained before then that might be very painful for her." Lois's eyes shifted for a moment before she smiled. "I'm going to help you get your story, because I'm now as intrigued as you were, but it might be better to go at it from a different angle."

"Don't worry, I've already thought about that," Iris said. She smiled back to Lois before reaching down to her purse as it rested on the ground. She pulled up a folded issue of the newspaper and opened it. Lois looked down at the image, her eyebrows rising when she saw the slashes, marks, and swirls created by a sharpie. "I'm going to figure out the identity of The Flash. Things have been strange around here since the Particle Accelerator exploded and it starts and ends with STAR Labs. If I can look around there a little, ask some of the right questions it shouldn't be too hard."

"Sounds like you already have an idea of the man behind the mask," Lois said slowly. She looked over the notes that Iris had made along the side of the picture and tilted her head to the side. "You've got some really detailed notes here."

"You should see the notes I have on my computer, completely comprehensive and explaining every incident he's been to and worked on since he first arrived." Iris grinned. "Not to mention the ones he worked on with Flare, what happened to the metas he dealt with, and whether or not those metahumans made another appearance. And it all points back to STAR Labs."

"What does STAR Labs have to do with it then?" Lois pressed.

"I think they know who the Flash is and I think they were the ones that created him," Iris continued.

"What about the other one you mentioned? Flare?"

Iris frowned. "She came in a few months after the Flash but I'm not entirely sure her background. There have been some postings of her on my blog and there have been others that have given their theories as to what created her powers and how they continue to evolve. But that's just as much of a secret as her identity."

"But you want to know about the Flash?"

"Right." Mostly because I think I already have an idea of who it is, Iris thought. She looked over as the door to Jitters opened and Tess walked inside. This time she looked around cautiously before standing up straight and strode confidently to the counter to make her order. As she waited for the barista to fill it out she shifted back and forth, almost as if she couldn't put too much weight on one side. "Excuse me."

"Is that the woman?" Lois asked, leaning over to look at Tess. When Iris nodded, Lois started to get to her feet.

Reaching out her hand, Iris motioned for Lois to sit back down. "No. I'll be right back." She cleared her throat before striding confidently over to Tess and gently grasped her shoulder. Tess gasped and turned her way, her blue-green eyes widening in surprise, hesitation, and a light sense of fear. "Please, just…hear me out. I wanted to apologize to you, Tess. I'm sorry that I was so pushy with the story that I didn't even ask you wanted to be a part of. I should've realized there might've been a reason you didn't want the story out. Things must've been pretty painful for you. So, I just wanted to say that I'm truly sorry for trying to push you into it."

Tess studied Iris for a moment then seemed to have recognized the sincerity in her voice for her face warmed and she smiled. "It's alright. I can admire your go-getter attitude. It's very similar to the way we work in the sciences; we work as hard as we can to find out the response to our experiments and research just so we can figure out what works and what doesn't work just so we can do it all over again. I just wish you would've looked before you leapt."

"I understand," Iris insisted. "I really do."

"But I can't assume that you would give up completely. Am I correct in assuming you already have another story in the works?"

"I do! You know how I was telling you that everyone at the newspaper was saying that I was the expert on the Flash? I decided to make that my story. See if I can figure out his identity. I already have a few leads and an idea of who it might be."

Tess tilted her head to the side, studying Iris closely. Then she smiled once more, a warm smile that made Iris suddenly think about the mother figure that she was missing in her life. It was filled with warmth and compassion that only those with the motherly instinct could hold.

"You're going to do a fine job, Iris," Tess said. She reached out and grabbed onto her order as it was placed on the counter next to her. "I'm looking forward to seeing your name in the byline."

"Thanks."

Iris watched Tess leave, crossing her arms over her chest. Then she turned back to her table where Lois was leaning over the newspaper that sat in front of her, looking closely at the annotated picture of The Flash. Her name was going to be in the byline alright, then go down in infamy as the person that managed to find the true identity of The Flash.

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Barry shook his head as he looked at Oliver. "How many times do you think I'm going to get the phone call that you died before you actually die?" Oliver shot him an exasperated glance before turning away from Roy, who stood at the other end of the roof top, staring at the sky. Despite all of the bright lights that Starling City had showing off, the stars in the sky were still very visible.

"I can't believe so much has gone down over here," Cadence added. She shook her head. "And I thought the Reverse-Flash was the problem. I can't believe its gotten bad enough that Roy had to pretend to die just so your name could be cleared."

"Yes, well, it was their idea not mine," Oliver agreed. He glanced at Roy over his shoulder. "If it were my choice…" He took a deep breath. "He could've gotten himself killed for real. All because of…." His chin trembled as he tried to keep his composure.

Barry shook his head, tuning away from Oliver for a moment. He looked out over the rooftop of Verdant wondering if things were going to get that bad in Central City. He had been keeping tabs on Starling as much as possible and things were going badly over there. His heart sank when he saw that the Starling City Police had turned their backs on Oliver. When he called the Arrow, Oliver explained it was something he could handle and that someone was just framing him for everything else they were doing. Then he had seen on the news that, once again, the Arrow had died. He didn't believe it at first and told the others, who calmed him down before he could fall into another bout of depression. Calling him, he found out that Oliver was in fact very much alive and that he and Cadence needed to get to Starling City as soon as possible.

It wasn't hard to get there, but it was hard to listen to the explanation as to what had been going on, and to see how suspicious the police presence had become.

"But everyone now thinks the Arrow is dead, which means that Oliver Queen isn't, especially after the city turned on you," Felicity pointed out. "It wasn't a choice that was hard to make."

Oliver looked like he was about to protest but Diggle cut him off, placing a hand on Oliver's shoulder. "We've gone back and forth on this Oliver but there isn't anything you can say that can change what happened. Roy made the decision on his own and we went along with his wishes." He glanced at Roy. "There was something he felt he needed to atone for as well as to pay you back for everything you've done for him."

"This doesn't come close to everything I've done," Oliver whispered.

"In Roy's eyes it is. Don't make him think any different."

Roy slowly walked their way and the group broke up to wait for him to speak. He came to a stop in front of them and looked each of them in the face, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You know I always thought about how I would say goodbye to you all when the time came," he said. "I never thought it was actually going to be this hard considering the circumstances. But I'm glad to have been able to know you all."

"Roy—"Oliver started.

Roy quickly interrupted him. "Tell Thea that I'm alive. Then tell her I'm sorry that I'm leaving without saying goodbye." He looked over at Cadence and nodded towards her. "And call Thea, talk to her. She had Oliver and Laurel but there's some things that she would like to talk to you about as well. When you were in Metropolis you were a part of her life, too. With everything that's going on now she'll need as many people as possible."

"Roy," Oliver started again. This time he didn't seem as annoyed as he did before. Now he looked wistful, sad, and…filled with regret. "I feel like you're throwing your life away."

"But I'm not; I'm starting a new one." Roy gave a brave smile and Barry couldn't help but smile himself. It was the same sense of optimism he tried to hold onto as long as things continued to advance around him. It was nice to see that while someone else's life was, in a way, ending, they were still able to look forward. He barely knew Roy but he knew Arsenal was going to move onto better things with the new life he was going to start.

Diggle was the first to step forward and grab Roy in a friendly embrace, squeezing him. "Anywhere, anytime you need something. You call me. Take care of yourself, Roy." He patted the young man on the back and stepped back so Felicity could get her chance to say her goodbyes.

Felicity covered her mouth with her hand hoping to keep herself from crying. Then the tears fell and she wrapped her arms around Roy's shoulders, hugging him tightly. "I'll miss you most of all scarecrow," she whispered. "Just expect a million phone calls on that untraceable satellite phone I stashed in your bag."

Then it was Cadence's turn. She smiled at Roy and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before hugging him. "You did good, Little Red," she said, causing him to laugh. "Let's hope where you're going now that you don't have a Big Bad Wolf breathing down your neck."

"Is that supposed to be Oliver?" Roy replied.

"Have you seen his beard? I think he'd be the Lumberjack." Cadence squeezed him one more time and stepped away from him. "If you ever find yourself in Metropolis you've got a free place to stay."

"Thanks, Cade."

Then it was Barry's turn. For a moment he wasn't sure of what to say. He had a lot of mixed emotions about Roy. On one hand he was a bit jealous of how close he had become to Oliver while working by his side in Starling City, he was jealous of how quickly and easily he had become friends with Cadence—as well as disliking him for that reason alone. But on the other hand he had worked beside Roy to save Central City and Starling City and he hadn't seen anyone as dedicated to trying to turn his life around through his superhero work.

"I know we don't really know each other but you're doing just what Oliver said you would. You bring hope you your city and will do whatever it takes to protect it. It was nice working with you those few times, Barry. I just wish we were able to hang out more." Roy held out his hand and Barry took it, shaking it firmly.

"Thanks for looking after Oliver all this time," Barry replied. He managed a small smile, tilting his head back to the Arrow, who rolled his eyes at the comment. "Chances are he would've gotten himself killed by now."

"Oh, I definitely don't doubt that."

Barry laughed along with Roy and shook his hand firmly. Then Roy turned to Oliver, who slowly nodded, as if bobbing his head to a musical beat that only he could hear.

"Thank you," Roy whispered to Oliver holding out his hand.

"Thank you," Oliver replied. It was all he needed to say and could say to the partner he had worked with over the past couple of years. He took Roy's hand and shook it firmly. Then the two came together in a tight hug. If there was anything else the two said to each other Barry didn't hear it as they held a long embrace. Finally, they stepped back and Oliver nodded to the young man once more.

Roy nodded back. He looked like he was about to say something else then stopped. He smiled and took a few steps back, looking at his friends once more, then turned on his heel, disappearing around the corner of the rooftop where the stairs leading up to it where placed.

And the group watched as Roy left the rooftop then walked over to the edge, looking down. They watched the street below as Roy climbed into the waiting car—a Camaro—and drove down the street and out of sight.

"So, on a scale of 1 to 10 how mad at us are you?" Felicity asked. Her voice was thick with the tears that continued to fall down her cheeks. Diggle reached out and put his arm around her, gently rubbing her shoulder.

Barry looked over at Oliver as he shrugged. He was silent for a long moment then licked his lips. "I need to learn to let people help me," he murmured. A ragged sigh escaped his lips. "And that it's not a bad thing to ask for it." He then turned to Barry and looked at him intently. "That's something I should've learned a long time ago, that I shouldn't expect to take care of everything myself and I should take the help whenever it's offered. It also means there are times you have to make some of the hardest decisions to help others."

Replaying the words in his head, Barry nodded, turning back to the streets of Starling City. He could see flashing lights in the distance of the SCPD racing around the city while residents continued to hustle and bustle below them. He rested his arms along the railing in front of him and shook his head. Things were bad in Starling City and they were bad in Central City. He agreed with Oliver that he needed help but had no idea where to get the help or what they could even do let alone knowing what the inherent danger was other than the Reverse-Flash continuing to make his presence known.

As the group continued to stand in their shared somber silence, Barry's phone started to ring in his pocket. Noticing Joe's on the ID he looked at the others before taking a step back. "What's up, Joe?" He asked. He listened for a minute and glanced at the others. "I'll be right there," he said. Then he turned to the others, turning off his phone. "I'm going to make sure that Roy gets out of here okay, I'll be back."

And before they could respond he raced off the roof top to the outskirts of Starling City, where Joe and Cisco were standing by an empty overpass. Cisco was pacing back and forth while Joe stared at a grassy spot off the side of the road. Barry came to a stop beside the two of them and Cisco immediately walked over, grasping Barry's arm.

"Barry, I'm glad you got here so fast," he said. He thought for a minute. "That's never going to get old."

"What happened? What'd you find?" Barry asked.

Joe motioned towards the side of the road, waving photos in his hands. "The accident that Harrison and Tess got in did indeed happen here," he explained, showing Barry the pictures procured from the SCPD. "And it says in these reports that Harrison and Tess were both badly injured and sent to Starling General."

"And?" Barry flipped through the pictures that had been of the accident. And it had been a nasty one. The tires were shredded and the car had ended up on its roof. Judging by the few pictures and the differences between them he could see the car had skidded a distance from impact point. Then there was a photo that showed blown out tires and another that showed a close up of the empty car. He grimaced, seeing the blood that was splattered along the interior.

"And, this is the strange part; there was intense confusion while Harrison and Tess were delivered to the hospital. Tess was dead at one point. She was revived, assessed at Starling General, and taken to another hospital for treatment. Since waking up she was passed around and around as she continued to receive surgeries, blood transfusion and physical therapy. Chances are the Tess Morgan Iris met is Harrison's Tess."

Barry's eyes widened. Then his mouth opened and closed over and over again. "And what about Harrison?"

"Harrison wasn't as injured as Tess. As you can see most of the damage was on the passenger side and he went on to live life as normal. As normal as can be as the scientist that created STAR Labs and the Particle Accelerator that turned you into what you are today."

"But…" Barry handed the pictures back to Joe and turned to Cisco, who was nodding in agreement.

"That's not the worst part," Cisco said. "Reports that were given on the condition of Harrison before and after the accident found that his personality changed. Like a complete 180. Almost as if he became a different person."

"Wait a minute." Barry squeezed his eyes shut. "When did this accident happen? Was it before or after my mother's death?"

"After," Joe explained. He shrugged. "Maybe a day or two. At the most a week."

Cisco spoke up, "And he started to work on STAR Labs not long after that. He put his entire life into it to make sure that it would take off."

"Right, right," Barry agreed. He snapped his fingers a few times. "it said in his book, his biography, that after Tess's 'death' he put his entire focus and some of his grieving into it as well. Mentioning every now and then that he would stop to grieve over it, but that he knew she would want him to finish it. And he finished it and we all know what happened next."

"Then that means…that the Reverse-Flash really is Harrison Wells," Joe remarked. "The timeline of all of this happening adds up perfectly."

Cisco's nose wrinkled. His hands slowly lowered to his sides and he looked back and forth between Joe and Barry. His lower jaw dropped. Then he blinked rapidly, pulling his hair behind his ears, bending the shell of the ear forward to maximize his hearing. "Say what, now?"

"It's a long story, I'll fill you in," Barry replied. He ran a hand through his hair as he started to pace back and forth. "If Harrison is the Reverse-Flash…then we can't let him know that we're onto him or else he might do…whatever it is he's trying to do before we can stop him."

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Joe asked. He gestured towards Barry as he continued to pace back and forth, going faster and faster as he went. Soon he was practically windmilling his arms and legs as he went, threatening to hit anyone who came too close. "This man has been watching you for years Barry!"

"I know that!" Barry snapped back. "I know that…that—that he's been watching me! That he's murdered my mother and has been trying to kill me for the last year!" He looked over as Cisco suddenly gasped, one hand resting on his chest the other shooting out and grabbing Barry's shoulder. Barry watched as he paled, starting to shake, continuing to gasp loudly.

"Cisco, what's going on?" Joe asked him.

"I…I don't…." Cisco took a deep breath through his nose. "I've been having strange…visions lately," he explained. "Where…where…Harrison kills me." Barry and Joe exchanged glances as Cisco brushed his hair back from his face. His lower jaw trembled, quaking with emotion. "It's…Barry goes after the Weather Wizard"—at this Barry whispered a quiet 'no' and grabbed the ends of his hair—"and…and Caitlin was out with Harrison to stall him, to keep him from realizing that I was looking through the trap that we had set for the Reverse-Flash last Christmas. I found out that he could walk…that he was a speedster. He was the Reverse-Flash and crated something called a speed mirage to put him in two places at once." A tear rolled down his cheek and his voice lowered to a soft whisper. "I tried to talk to him and he killed me."

"What do you mean he killed you?" Now Joe had a firm grasp on Cisco's shoulders and was holding him firmly. "Cisco! Cisco, talk to us. What do you mean he killed you? How do you know—"

"I saw it!" Cisco cried. "I saw it and I keep seeing it. I don't know how it happens but it does! I'll be going about my day and the next thing I know, it's like I'm Tony Stark after Wanda Maximoff does that weird mind scramble thing to him. But instead of seeing everyone else that I know and love lying on the ground I see him shoving his…vibrating hand through my chest! Through my heart! And then I'm back…doing whatever it is I'm doing."

"I time traveled!" Barry blurted out. He continued speaking before Cisco or Joe could ask him to clarify. 'I time traveled back when we were dealing with the Weather Wizard. He had you, Joe, because he wanted revenge on you for his brother's death. I ran as fast as I could to save you and the rest of the city from a giant wave Mardon was making." He sucked in a deep breath. "But I couldn't do it. Brady and Cadence died trying to help me and then the wave washed over Central City and killed…killed everyone!" He sniffed. "I ran as fast as I could to get away from the wave and…and the next thing I know I time-traveled and the day started all over again. But this time I stopped him but the Rogues…the Rogues—"

"—kidnapped Dante," Cisco whispered. "And held him hostage and we met the Golden Glider and tried to help and…and that's when I told them who you really were." His mouth opened and closed as everything started to make sense. "Harrison Wells…is the Reverse-Flash."

"Again, we don't know that for sure," Joe insisted.

"Joe, you just agreed with us. You were the one that had the suspicions in the first place! Why would you go back on that now?"

"Because I don't want to see what you'll do if we're right, Barry!" Joe replied with so much emotion that it stopped Barry cold. "Your mother was murdered, your father's in jail, and I was the one to help you the entire time. To watch you grow up. To be there for you when you cried and called for your mother night after night. To stop you from visiting your father in jail so much when you were a kid, to keep you from running away. I don't want to think what will happen if you're right." He took in a deep breath through his nose. "You were right with what you said earlier. We can't let anyone know yet, what our suspicions are or else he'll become suspicious of us. We need cold hard proof before we can go after him."

"So we're just supposed to sit there and act like he's actually trying to help me?" Barry rasped.

"For now. Just for a little while longer."

"Then we have to tell Caitlin and Cadence," Cisco insisted. Barry shook his head. "Why not?"

"If we're reacting this badly to the news…I don't even want to think of what will happen if they find out."

"But if he is really who we say he is, then the rest of them may be in danger. Even Ronnie and Professor Stein." Cisco bit his lower lip for a minute then blurted out, "Caitlin's been seeing Dr. Wells. I don't think she's in love with him but they've been together before Ronnie came back. I think she's really confused now because they've been avoiding each other. And he's Cadence's dad, Barry, and Brady's grandfather. If we don't tell them…"

"How do you think a conversation would go where she finds out that not only is her birth father the Reverse-Flash but also that her birth mother is still alive?" Besides, as close as he and Cadence were becoming as they dated, he didn't think any two month relationship would last a revelation like that. "What do you think he's going to do in the time we try to figure out how to deal with him? Brainwash them?" Barry wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

"We don't know what he's capable of doing," Joe pointed out. He ran a hand over his beard, looking back and forth along the abandoned road. "And if all of this is true then maybe you were right when you said we should've kept Henry out of jail or at least in a safer place within Iron Heights. Who knows if he'd still go after him?"

"If that's the case then shouldn't we tell Iris who I really am?" Barry shot back. Still, Joe shook his head. "She's not stupid, Joe, she's going to find out at some point. And how can she still be safe if she doesn't know what might be coming for her? She already saw the Reverse-Flash once and there have been more sightings on her blogs about him."

"Barry, listen to me. I've been a cop for a long time and because of that I've had to interrogate a lot of people. Because of that, I've gotten to stud people even more than psychologists would ever dream. I know people. And Harrison Wells, if that's really his name, isn't someone that's going to go after Iris or even me, he wants to go after you and you alone. Everyone else doesn't matter."

"So we're supposed to just sit and wait?"

"No." Joe swallowed hard. "We'll need to catch him in a trap."

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"Hi Brady, Connor's in his room," Samantha said with a warm smile as she opened the door to let the young boy into her house. "It's good that you can spend some more time with us."

"My Mom had to go to Starling City for something," Brady explained, holding out his jacket so it could be taken. "But my…" he trailed off, frowning. Finally he shrugged and corrected himself. "Ryder is going to pick me up." He watched as Samantha's eyes suddenly became distant and she turned away from him.

"That sounds like it'll be fun," Samantha said, her voice muffled by the closet. She turned back to Brady, pushing her hair behind her ears, kneeling down to his height. "I know my son can get a bit wild when you're around, but please make sure he doesn't rope you into something too dangerous. I think I heard him say something about trampolines and ziplines."

Brady smiled and ran up to his best friend's room, nearly hit in the face with the door as soon as he reached it. "Hey!" Brady jumped backwards and Connor opened the door, looking at him sheepishly. "What was that for?"

"I wanted to see if you could phase through the door," Connor explained, stepping back so Brady could walk in.

"I can't always control it," Brady explained, brushing some loose strands of hair up off his forehead. Then he looked around the room and noticed what looked like to be stock piles surrounding backpacks. "What's all this stuff for?" He walked over to a pile and picked up a First-Aid kit and his eyes grew wide with excitement. "Are we really going to make a zipline?"

"No." Connor pouted. "My Mom caught me rigging it up this afternoon and took it down." Then his eyes lit up as well. "Even better! We're going to go hunt the Central City Gorilla."

"The what?" Brady replied.

"You've never heard of the Central City Gorilla?"

"Is that like an urban legend or something?"

Connor rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Apparently there's a gorilla living under the streets, in the sewers. And sometimes it goes out to the forest."

Now Brady's eyebrows rose in recognition. "Oh, you mean like Bigfoot."

"It's better than Bigfoot, this guy is real! I've seen it online." Connor started to pack up the two backpacks and grabbed flashlights as well, slapping one into Brady's hand. "And Mom's really busy doing work from home so she's not going to bother us for a while. She won't even know we're gone. We'll be back before she even comes to check on us."

Brady looked down at the flashlight and turned it over in his hand. The idea of looking around to find the famed gorilla would be pretty fun. He hadn't had a chance to run around in the woods since they had lived in Central City, not unless they were at a field trip and from what he remembered when the Assassination Bureau had him—which still wasn't a lot. (His mother said it was a good thing he didn't remember and that Leah's mind controlling powers worked better on him because he was young, or else he might've had some PTSD from it). Besides, how many people were able to say that they had seen the gorilla?

"So?" Connor stood up in front of Brady with his backpack slung over his shoulders. "Are you coming or what?"

Brady nodded. "Yeah, let's go!"

A/N: So now we have Roy's sendoff from the Arrow episode as well as Oliver bringing Barry some words that he needed to hear. This isn't the last you'll see of Team Arrow, by the way. I originally had a plot that dealt with the Rogues down in Starling City but had to take it out as the scene with Roy and Joe and Cisco as well as I have a different plan with the Rogues in mind.

That being said the rest of this story is now following the same plot that Flash Fire had where the last chapters of the story have to deal with increasing amounts of action until the story ends. There are some plots of this story that won't be finished in this one but the next one. But the big plot of the end of the story, of course, is the whole Reverse-Flash/Harrison Wells thing. I bet you guys can't guess what's going to happen with that.

Thank you all for being so patient. For those waiting there's SnowWells coming up in the next chapter.

Also, I'm taking votes for the name of the third story. The options are Fuel to the Fire, Fired Up, Trial by Fire, Catch Fire/Catching Fire and In the Line of Fire. So let me know what you think.

-Riles