Britney opened the door to reveal Harrison Wells or, more rather, the man who had been impersonating Harrison Wells. His cell looked the same as the others', all padded deep blue and clear glass and thin but sturdy metal. He looked every bit as annoyed as everyone else she had tried to visit when she brought them their meals. Despite this, he looked, if not happy to see her, at least mildly pleased she was there.
"I thought I'd return the favor." She started.
"What favor?" He asked.
"I'm sorry for my hand in putting you in here." She replied.
"You mean the drugs you slipped into my champagne?" he asked slyly.
She gaped. "You knew?!"
"Yes. I flushed out the drug as soon as you weren't looking." Harrison told her.
"So, then, you're not mad?" That's a dumb question, of course he's mad-
"I'm disappointed you chose their side over mine, but no, I'm not mad." He said, his eyes shining with something that looked suspiciously like affection.
"I'm still sorry. Goodbye, Harrison." She said sadly.
"Call me Eobard." He said softly.
"Goodbye… Eobard." She turned to close the descending door to the cell.
"Britney!" Eobard called after her.
She turned to face him, trying not to cry.
"Barry will come around. I'm certain of it. When he does, my offer still stands. Would you like to come to the future with me?" Eobard asked.
"… Yes." She said as she closed the door. She had lost the battle against her tears, they now flowed freely down her face, leaving sticky, itchy tracks behind.
(Supermassive time jump)
"Just so you know, after I kill you, I'm going to kill them." Eobard said in his distorted voice.
A gunshot rang off behind him. He dropped Barry. He stared as Detective Thawne put the barrel of the gun over his own heart, but before he could pull the trigger again, Eobard yanked the gun out of his hands. Dropping to his knees, he knelt near Britney. Blood was pouring out of her at an alarming pace. She had clearly wrestled the gun away from the detective and had been shot in the struggle. He paused only for a moment before leaving, speeding Britney to the nearest hospital, not trusting Caitlin to patch Britney up, as she was too close to Barry. He was afraid, terrified that Detective Thawne would succeed in killing himself before he reached his destination, but he needn't have worried.
He insisted on being in the room while the doctors attempted to heal Britney. He tried lying that she was his fiancée first, knowing how disappointed she would be if he didn't. Britney may feel ambivalent about his hurting Barry's mother and Team Flash, but total strangers, especially ones that were helping her or being kind to her were off limits. When his lie didn't work, he resorted to threats. All too soon, the Flash, Detective Thawne, and Detective West arrived, pointing their weapons at him.
"It's over, Thawne! Give yourself up!" The Flash shouted.
"It's not over. Not until she wakes up." He replied softly. He turned to Detective Thawne. "If you weren't my ancestor, I'd kill you now. Do you see what you've done?!" He hissed.
"Shut the hell up!" said Detective West.
"No, you shut up. You're disrupting the doctors." Eobard replied sharply.
"Oh, because all of a sudden, you care about us? You killed my mother!" The Flash was furious.
Eobard threw the Flash against the nearest wall and pinned him there. The doctors milled about in concern, but didn't try to stop him. His threats, should Britney not be helped, or him kept away from her, had been quite… colorful.
"I will go with you." Eobard said.
"What?" The Flash was confused.
"I'll go with you. I'll even go quietly, just- just let me be there for her when she wakes up." Said Eobard, defeated.
"If she wakes up." Detective West corrected.
"She'll wake up," Eobard replied before returning to his corner to keep vigil. "she has to."
