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Barry wandered around the room examining everything. There was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind, almost like he was forgetting something, or that he was supposed to recognise all this. Weird thing is he knows he has never been to Star Labs. He came to a stop in front of a glass case which held a red suit inside. Tilting his head to the side, Barry continued examining the suit. It was red all over with a lightning bolt in the middle. He heard footsteps coming closer, but ignored it, completely transfixed by the red suit inside the glass case. Out the corner of his eye he saw Cisco kneel down beside him.

"Who's is this?" Barry asked, pointing to the suit.

"Its mine- well uh actually its yours." Cisco answered, correcting himself mid sentence. Barry turned, gaping at him.

"Mine?"

"Yeah! Its pretty cool." Cisco had a huge smile lighting up his face. Barry continued to stare at him in disbelief. How was this his?

"But...I don't get it..." Barry mumbled confused. Cisco moved to sit down completely instead of kneeling on his haunches. He rubbed his hands together like he was about to tell the world's greatest story. Barry sat down cross-legged next to him.

"Well, its actually yours when you grow up. You get to do all these impossible and amazing things." Cisco started waving his hands around as he talked, "You get to go uhm..."

"On adventures?"

"Yes! You get to go on adventures and save people."

"Really?" Barry glanced between Cisco and the suit. He couldn't believe it. He got to go on adventures when he's older! Apparently he also gets to save people like heroes do in the movies. Cisco, who's been staring at the suit, turned to give Barry a geniune smile.

"Yeah. You're a real hero. Everyday you're going to save people. You face down bad guys without being afraid or giving up." Cisco said. Barry turned so he was on his knees facing Cisco.

"Do you help? Are you a hero too?" Barry asked. Cisco laughed, shaking his head.

"I'm not a hero, but I do help out. I kind of made the suit. And I built a lot of gadgets that you- or others- use." Barry turned his head to the side, frowning.

"Sounds to me like you're a hero," Barry grinned, "we're like a team of heroes."

Cisco looked momentarilly surprised, before laughing.

"Yeah I guess you're right. You, me and Caitlin. We make an awesome team." There was a moment of silence where both stared at the red Flash suit. Eventually Cisco broke the silence asking; "You want to know why the bad guys are afraid of you?" Head nod "Because you're the fastest man alive."

For some reason that made Barry want to laugh. Cisco joined him and soon both of them were clutching their stomaches, trying to soothe that ache you get from laughing too long.

"What kind of adventures?" Barry asked and listened intently as Cisco began talking about robbers, tricksters and a guy who could freeze anything (When Barry had said 'Frozone' Cisco nearly choked laughing)

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"Oliver, calm down." Joe said, chuckling at said man. Oliver glanced over to him confused. That's when he realised his leg was practically bouncing up and down from anxiety.

"You look like a parent who's about to send his kid off to kindergarten for the first time." The detective mocked. He was caught between glaring or giving Joe a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. I just don't trust, Fisher." Oliver said, crossing his arms. Cursing their luck he frowned while looking over to where Cisco was talking to Barry. He didn't trust people, much less this Fisher guy, and now Fisher was possibly their only hope at turning Barry back to normal.

"I know what you mean. The last time this lab put their trust in a criminal it ended badly." The look on Joe's face darkened and Oliver knew the detective was thinking about the incident with Leonard Snart. He had learned through Barry what happened. Needless to say he was not impressed with Barry or Snart. Snart for obvious reasons and Barry for actually trusting a bad guy.

Suddenly the kid was standing in front of him, pulling at his shirt to get his attention.

"Can we go outside?" Barry asked. Oliver frowned, not really liking the idea. He was about to say no when Joe answered for him. "Sure. We've been here for hours. Maybe you can go to the park?".

Oliver gave him a look of disbelief while Barry cheered. "He's sick. Do you really think he should go outside?" He asked concerned for Barry's safety. It was better to keep Barry in the lab where he'll be safe and close to any medical care incase he needed it.

"Well its not like its the common cold besides he seems better now," Joe tried convincing him, "and if something were to happen- which it won't- then just bring him back."

Oliver crossed his arms putting up a angry front, but already knew he lost this battle.

"You know, I'm not a babysitter." He couldn't help, but grumble before walking away. Joe laughed and tossed him the keys to his car.

"But you make such a great one. I might just recommend you to a few people who need a good babysitter."

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The park was bright and loud. Couples were walking around with screaming kids running in between them. A few dogs were playing with their owners. This was a good thing since Barry insisted they bring Ginger along with them. Oliver spotted a park set with nearby benches. The kid immediately set off for the swings, leaving Oliver to follow him at a reluctant pace. He watched Barry swing while he just awkwardly stood there a few paces away. What do parents usually do at parks?

"Oliver! Push me!" Barry demanded from his spot on the swing.

"Well when you say it like that how can I refuse?" replied Oliver sarcastically. Nevertheless he stepped behind Barry and took hold of the swing's ropes. He backed up a few paces, before realising his hold and watched as the swing moved forward. Barry straightened his legs as he moved forward, and folded them back when he changed directions. As the swing drew closer again, Oliver pushed it lightly with his foot. A few minutes passed where they started building momentum. Soon the swing came about waist high and he was able to push it with his hands. The whole time Barry let out shrieks of laughter whenever he surged forward.

"Higher!" The kid demanded. Oliver laughed and did as the kid asked, pushing slightly harder. A few more swings and the kid was reaching chest height. This time Oliver slowed between pushes, not wanting the kid to go too high.

"Guess what, Oliver!" Barry yelled, voice drifting softer then louder as he moved, "I'm a hero! Cisco says so."

"Really?" Oliver asked humoring the kid.

"Yup, Its so cool! Cisco told me all about the Trickster and-and the guy who can control weather. I would like to control the weather. I'd make it snow all day."

"Why snow?"

"Because of Christmas, dummy!" Oliver wanted to explain that, that's not how it works, but decided against it. Instead he just listened as Barry started talking about his favorite thing about Christmas. Presents were of course on top (as they are for most little kids) and atleast Family was a close second.

"Stop. I want to go slide." The kid said, already starting to squirm in the seat. Oliver quickly grabbed the chain and seat stopping it, not wanting Barry to jump off and get hurt. The kid dashed to the jungle gym next to the swings.

Oliver scanned the park. Noticing a bench not so far away, he decided sitting is better than standing around looking lost. The bench was close enough that if he raised his voice slightly Barry will still be able hear him. It also completely faced the jungle gym set so he could keep an eye on Barry. The sun was getting hot so he took off his jacket and bunched it up, placing it on the seat next to him. He leaned his back on the bench and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. The heat of the sun on his skin and sounds of the park instantly set a relaxed mood. Crossing his arms he noticed Barry move from the swings to the slide. He was climbing up one of those walls which only had the ropes crisscrossing between the beams. The kid's foot got trapped by the rope for a second, before he managed to shake it lose and could continue on his climb. Another kid, blonde with a black sweater, joined Barry on his climb. Barry paused at the top, waiting for the kid. Once the kid reached the top a short conversation followed, before both of them went for the slide.

Oliver noticed a presence beside him and turned to see a young woman standing next to him.

"May I...?" She gestured to the seat. Oliver nodded, politely moving his jacket to his other side. The blonde woman smiled and sat down next to him. She was looking towards the kid that was playing with Barry. Oliver noticed the slight resemblance between the two. She must be his mother. Ginger, who till now was laying at Oliver's feet, stood up and made his way towards Barry. Barry slid down the slide and received a happy lick on the nose from Ginger once he reached the ground. The kid scrunched his nose in an adorable way, petting Ginger's head.

"He doesn't really look like you." The woman commented. She pointed to Barry when Oliver gave her a confused look. He smiled, shaking his head.

"He's not my kid. He's-" a short pause followed while Oliver tried finding the right words, "-a friend of mine's kid. I'm just looking after him."

The woman nodded, eyes traveling back to her kid. She still looked young, but old enough to believe she had a little kid. Her smile was kind and so were her blue eyes.

"I'm Kate Miller. Since you asked and didn't just stare at me like a creep." She joked, glancing at Oliver. He sent her a sheepish smile and held out his hand in greeting.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm Oliver

Queen."

"Why does that name sound vaguely familiar?" The woman, Kate, asked curious while shaking his hand. Oliver turned back to Barry crossing his arms and returned back to his position of leaning against the bench.

"My family may have been in the news a few times." He answered not expanding further. Kate seemed to notice his reluctance and dropped the subject. Instead she told him her son's name, Ben, and went on about his antics at school.

"Gosh. I'm sorry," Kate said, stopping mid sentence in her story about how Ben raised money for his school fund-raiser, "I didn't even realise I've been ranting. You probably don't even care." An embarresed blush rose up high on her cheeks. She glanced down and nervously wrung her hands together on her lap. A scream made Oliver glance towards Barry concerned, but the kid was only playing with Ben.

"Its okay. I don't mind. Go on." He encouraged. Kate stared at him for a few moments then straightened up. She shook her head laughing.

"No, no. I think I've talked enough. Rather tell me about you." Ginger came trotting over and nuzzled Oliver's hand. He brought his hand up, rubbing the dog's ears.

"Well, for starters I don't live in Central-" He gave Ginger a confused frown when the dog interrupted him barking, "I'm from Starling City."

"Really? I have family in Starling..." Kate trailed off when Ginger started licking Oliver's palms. Oliver drew his hand back slightly disgusted at the amount of drool.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked wiping the palm of his hand on the rough fabric of his jeans. Kate giggled when Ginger grabbed his wrist and tugged, growling playfully. Oliver stumbled upright when the dog tugged harder.

"I think he wants to play." Kate explained. Spotting a stick on the floor, Oliver picked it up and threw it. Ginger's head followed the movement of the stick, before turning back to Oliver. His tongue poked out as he panted still staring at Oliver. Oliver gave the dog an incredulous look, ignoring Kate's amused laughter.

"Seriously? You're a highly trained police dog, but you can't play fetch?" A happy bark. "Right." He turned back to Kate, who by now was thoroughly amused by the specticle, and gave a mock laugh of his own. Oliver's name sounded from the playground and he instantly recognized Barry's voice, but when he turned the kid was nowhere in sight. He tensed, instantly feeling like something was wrong since both Barry and Ben were gone. He started jogging over to the parkset and missed the confused expression Kate sent him. Once he drew near he peeked over the top of the parkset, but saw no one. The set itself is fairly big with two towers connected by a rope bridge. The one tower had something like a fire pole to climb up on the right and a yellow slide across from that. A tire swing hung on the bottom beneath the tower's platform. Most of the parkset was made out of wood. The other tower was slightly different. It had almost an 'L' shape with the bridge extending from the short branch. The long branch of the 'L' had a wall going down the length of it from the grass to the floor of the tower. It was one of those walls with the different shape and colour holds to climb up. One end of the tower held the two diagonal beams with the ropes crisscrossing between them that Barry climbed up earlier. Oliver ducked under here to peer beneath the parkset. The wall casted a long shadow, dimming the sunlight slightly.

"Barry?" Oliver called as he backed away from the set. He called the kid's name again louder this time. Walking to the other tower he once again peered over the top. This tower was lower than the other one so he had to place his hands on the platform for leverage, before bending down and searching underneath for Barry and Ben. Suddenly he heard soft footsteps sneak up behind him.

"Boo!" Two shrill voiced yelled. Two pair of hands grabbed him simultaneously from the top of the tower and on the ground behind him. Ben had snuck up behind him and grabbed his left leg while Barry somehow managed to climb on the tower and grabbed Oliver's shoulder. Both kid's started laughing, happy that they succeeded in surprising Oliver. Even Kate, who had followed a few paces behind him, was laughing.

"Gotcha!" Barry taunted. The kid was laying flat on his stomach with his arms and head hanging over the edge of the tower platform. Oliver gave him an evil look. "Oh really?"

Barry's eyes widened and he tried scrambling away from Oliver, but was too slow. Oliver reached out, grabbing the kid and managed to pull him off the platform. Barry laughed, protesting loudly against the action. He managed to get a firm grip on the kid's waist and flipped him upside down, holding him by the ankles so he wouldn't fall. The amused laughter grew louder and the kid wiggled trying to break free.

"Well this means you're a bad guy and bad guys should be thrown in jail." Oliver stated. He noticed Ben trying to sneak away. The blond kid was biting his lip, probably trying to hold back laughter. "Oh no you don't." Oliver reached out, managing to catch the kid around the waist before he could run away. He hoisted the kid up and threw him over his shoulder, holding on to the back of his knees so the kid wouldn't fall. Now both of the kid's were shrieking, begging to be let down. Laughter broke their sentences into a incomprehensible mess. Eventually Oliver lowered them down carefully, placing them on their feet. Both their faces were flushed and they struggled trying to catch their breath. Barry nudged Ben with his elbow and they both dashed off to the other side of the parkset where they climbed up. Oliver moved to stand next to a grinning Kate. She sat down on the grass and motioned for Oliver to do the same. They sat there for an hour talking idly and watching the kid's play with Oliver occasionally trying to get Ginger to play fetch.

Soon Barry ran over, plopping down in front of Oliver. The kid was giving him large pleading eyes and Oliver frowned in suspicion.

"Can we get ice cream? Please?" Barry asked. Oliver glanced around and noticed that there was one of those little cafe shops you usually get on beaches or public parks in the distance. Oliver turned back to Barry, who started pouting, and smiled.

"Sure." Oliver turned to Kate asking her if they'd like to join them. Kate shook her head apologetically. "Can't. Ben and I need to get home. But thank you for the offer."

"Not a problem. It was a pleasure to meet you." Oliver greeted standing up, and dusting off his jeans. He held out his hand offering to help Kate up. She took his hand and stood up, already calling for Ben to come to her.

"Don't forget your jacket." Kate said, pointing to the bench. Oliver glanced to the bench where he left his jacket. Ginger saw to where she was pointing and ran off in that direction. To everyone's (mostly Oliver and Kate) amazement the dog grabbed the jacket with his mouth and came trotting back. Oliver could only gape when Ginger dropped the jacket by Kate's feet.

"Oh. I guess he does know how to play fetch." Kate laughed.

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AN: This is only part one of the whole park thing. I decided to rather break it up into two chapters.

Sorry for the long wait. I somehow managed to screw the chapter up and had to retype the whole thing :/ which is also why the chapter might either be rushed and/or confusing...

My thanks and love to all your continued support 3 X