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And Happy New Year! This is my first update of 2015 and I'm pretty excited. What was your most memorable moment of 2014? :)
This is the longest one so far. :3 I hope you enjoy it!

Dr. Harrison Wells switched off the camera and quickly changed back into his regular clothes, setting the suit back up on the mannequin. He walked over to the console that sat in the middle of the room and he tapped it. "Gideon," he said, waiting patiently. If there was one thing Harrison Wells was, it was a patient man. He'd been waiting years to meet Barry Allen for the first time, to create the Flash and he'd wait years more for the rest of Barry's life to play out according to plan.

The only thing that made him impatient, was the little things of this year. The elevators were so slow, the computers were slow and he had to pretend that he couldn't move his legs, which meant that he had to use the wheelchair to get anywhere. Before he'd have been too impatient for these things, but ever since he'd jumped back to this decade, he'd found the drive to overcome the little things.

And now he was more patient than he was, he was determined now, determined for his plan to unfold perfectly and for the rest of the world to bend to his will.

Gideon replied, "Yes, Dr. Wells?"

"Show me the future," he said and he waited for the article of The Flash's disappearance to show on his screen. But it didn't, instead a picture of a woman came up. An Asian woman, with black hair that fell around her shoulders, a soft smile on her lips and an intense gaze that burned through the screen.

Harrison gasped softly, a pain shooting through him. "Why are you showing me this?" he asked quietly and the electronic feminine voice replied.

"This is the future."

"That's not possible," he frowned. "That woman is dead, that can't be right. Check again."

The picture disappeared for a second, then returned. "This is the future."

"Stop saying that, that is the future!" He fumed, pounding a fist on the console. The anger in him was overwhelming and he wanted to punch a hole in the wall. It wasn't possible for her to be the future, she was long dead. There was no way for her to come back after that, he'd felt her die. He'd held her hand until her last breath escaped.

Or had he?

It had been awhile, and it was possible...wasn't it?

No, not possible at all. Harrison turned and found his way back to his chair, he sat down and tucked his heels into the stabilizer, leaning back and resting his arms on the sides. He breathed heavily, soothing his anger, stamping down the burning rage.

The wheelchair turned and he maneuvered it to the door. He took one last glance over his shoulder at the picture, before rolling away.

The image faltered, before disappearing, along with the rest of the light from the room. But despite how dark it was, the gaze of Tess Morgan still pierced the air.

Barry Allen sat on the swivel stool, his feet dragging on the floor as he spun himself back and forth, staring at the coffee machine as the dark liquid drizzled out of the spout and down into the pot, creeping up to 4 brewed cups. But he wasn't thinking of coffee, his mind was stuck on Iris, he hadn't seen her since the Christmas party, she seemed to be avoiding him. Even sitting here at CC Jitters - where she worked, she still wasn't here.

He saw a girl come out from behind the counter, she had a bob that was too red and a nose piercing that only made her nose look even smaller and more button like. The usual Jitters apron was tied around her waist, but underneath that were shorts that were short enough to make her legs almost look long.

Barry leapt off the stool and started towards her, calling out. "Daphne!" He followed her around the cafe, muttering "Excuse me" to the people that he pushed past. "Daphne!" he repeated.

She finished delivering the coffee's in her hands and then turned to look at Barry, a bit too late as he bumped into her. She sighed irritably and rubbed her little nose, looking at him scornfully. "What, Barry?" she asked, her high pitched voice sounding quite angry.

He sighed as well. "Where's Iris?" he asked, his head tilted down to meet her gaze.

"Probably at home, getting cozy with her fancy cop boy," she sounded jealous. "She called in this morning, saying she came down with some sorta cough. I didn't believe her, but it's just great! Cause now I gotta work the late shift tonight, 'cause Lotte's out of town on some cruise or somethin'," her voice grew more and more exasperated the more she went on and Barry put his hands on her shoulders. He gave her a little shake to keep her focused.

"Has she said anything recently? Something weird?" he asked.

Daphne gave a fake frown and shook her head. "Nah, just the usual about the Flash and Eddie and the Flash and, what was it again? Oh yeah! Eddie."

He shook his head. "No, about me."

She gave him a slightly sad look. "Bar, she told us all 'bout what ya said. She was really mad about it."

His face fell and he stepped back. "Oh."

She nibbled on her lip for a bit, before an insincere brightness appeared in her eyes. "Hey. Don't worry, she probably just needs time to think. Iris does that sometimes, she gets all weird and takes a few days off before showin' up again, all sunshines and roses. Jus' like usual." A little smile appeared, meant to cheer Barry up.

He sighed softly and tried to smile a bit. "It's okay Daphne, thanks anyway." He turned to go, his shoulders slumped.

"Hey!" She called after him, making him look back. "You want anything to drink?" she asked, walking towards the counter, swaying her hips with attitude.

He shrugged reluctantly. "Alright. Sure," he moved over to the counter and took a seat at one of the stools that were placed up against it. "I'll have a hot cider, to-go."

As Daphne prepared the drink, Barry watched the television above her. Per usual it was all about the weather and he let out a soft breath, beginning to get lost in his own thoughts. Iris, the Flash, Eddie, S.T.A.R. Labs, it was all a mess in his head and he couldn't seem to sort it out. Generally he could sort through the things in his mind and find what had reason and what didn't make sense. But now his emotions were clouding not only his mind, but his judgement.

He didn't know what to do, ever since he'd told Iris how he felt, he'd been going crazy, it was driving him over the edge. He was desperate to talk to her again and was starting to regret telling her, he just wanted his friend back.

"Here ya go, babe," Daphne leaned over the counter to set a to-go cup in front of Barry. He gave a weak smile and paid her.

"Thanks," he said, then left.

He caught the bus back to the precinct and arrived with no skip in his step. Which wasn't normal for him, he was almost always happy about being at work, but now his heart was too heavy to be joyful of anything.

He found his way through the building without being spoken to and slipped into his office. He shut the door heavily and considered locking it. The office was dark and he stumbled over to his desk, hissing through his teeth as the hot cider spilled onto his fingers. He set it down on the desk and then fumbled for the lamp. He pushed the switch and the light came on.

Pulling off his jacket and turning around slowly, he found himself face-to-face with Iris West. He yelped out a curse word and jumped. "Geez, Iris, you scared me," he said, trying to act casual, but on the inside his heart was racing. He wanted to give her the biggest bear hug she'd ever had in her life, but at the same time he was afraid of what she might say.

"Barry," she began, it sounded rehearsed. She was in jeans and a sweatshirt, entirely unusual for Iris. She was wearing some makeup, but her lip was dry and cracked, like she'd been chewing on it constantly for hours. "Barry, I-" she cut herself off, losing the words in her mouth.

She frantically smoothed her sweatshirt and sat down in the office chair behind her. "Barry," she began again, looking up at him. "I- We need to talk."

Barry couldn't help himself and he chuckled nervously. "Getting there," he said and pulled up another chair for himself, sitting down and watching her uncomfortably.

"The day before...our Christmas party, you told me you were in love with me. That you had been since we were little," her words were carefully chosen and her breath was soft, yet broken, like she was having trouble not just shouting out whatever was on her mind. "Why did you say that?"

"Because it's true," Barry said quietly, a small lump was forming in his throat as he watched her struggle with her words.

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "B-but why did you chose then to tell me? Why couldn't you have told me before? Before you-you went into a coma for ten months, before I fell in love with Eddie, before when I loved you too," her rushed words came to an abrupt halt and her hand twitched, as if it was going to cover her mouth, but it didn't.

The lump in his throat got even bigger as Barry opened his mouth to try to get words out. "I-I couldn't. I was too...scared, I guess."

"Scared? How do you think I feel?" She sniffed and put her face in her hands. "God, Barry, what is happening? I don't know what to do."

He leaned forwards, hopeful. "Tell me. Tell me if...if I have any chance? Any chance at all?"

She looked up, her eyes bright with tears, her lower lip beginning to tremble. "I don't know, Bar. I don't even know how I feel about you. But I know how I feel about Eddie."

Barry leaned back again and watched her for a long time. He searched his mind wildly, trying to think of anything to say and finally he sighed gently. "Well, it doesn't matter. I-I want to be friends, at least. Can we do that?" he looked at her, raising his eyebrows.

She forced a smile on her face and nodded. "Yeah, absolutely. We can be friends."

"Drive you home?" he offered, pulling his coat back on and couldn't help but be delighted when she nodded again.

The pair headed back down the stairs of the precinct, walking a bit farther away from each other than they normally would have, not wanting to bump elbows or anything. As they descended the stairs, Joe called out from the top of them, making them both turn around. "Leaving so soon, Bar?" he asked, then spotted Iris and gave a grin.

Barry nodded. "Yeah, I'm driving Iris home," he said.

"Let me take you both home, we haven't got a case," Joe came down the stairs to meet them, he looked between them both, noticing that both of them had slight teary eyes. He frowned slowly and then continued down the stairs, the other two in tow.

They all found their way to the parking lot and into Joe's car. He started it up and Barry tapped his feet, hoping to warm them.

As Joe started out of the parking lot, he reached out and switched on the radio. Why Can't We Be Friends? by War started playing through the speakers and Barry pursed his lips and quickly looked out the window. He didn't know whether to laugh or try not to be too depressed about it.

A loud sigh came from the passenger side and Iris changed the station. Sam Smith's Not In That Way played on the local pop station and Barry groaned from the back seat.

Joe West was not the type of man who was easily fooled, few things went over his head and the strange behavior of the two children that he'd raised certainly didn't. "What is up with you two?" he asked, slowing at a yellow light.

Barry sighed and said. "I told Iris."

"What?" Joe looked at Barry through the rearview mirror, he couldn't be sure what Barry meant by that, whether he meant about his feelings for her or about him being the Flash.

Iris looked over. "Dad!" she hit him in the arm. "You knew this whole time that Barry loved me?"

Barry groaned. "Can you change the station?"

Joe switched it over and Title by Meghan Trainor came on, coincidentally at the line 'Baby, don't call me your friend. If I hear that word again, you may never get the chance to-'. Iris turned it off. "We don't need music."

"Of course, I knew," Joe said. "I watched him fall in love with you when he was a kid and he hasn't gotten himself out."

"Shut up! Why didn't you ever say anything? Or at least hint?"

Tugging on his coat collar, Barry managed to hide his face and the red that was creeping up. "Just let me die," he groaned, sinking into his seat.

Well, that was fun. Wasn't it?

I can't help but love the scene in the car, cause that happens in every other movie. xD

If you've figured out the mystery of Tess Morgan, good for you! If you haven't, then I didn't do my job, cause I thought it was pretty obvious. 8D

Anyways, God Bless and may you all have a wonderful 2015! (not sure how good 2014 was for you, but mine wasn't great, so here's hoping for a fantastic new one!)
-Nicci