Yay! Second one is done :) Ok so here is a head's up: Before I do episode 9 I will be making a story up. But for the most part these stories will be actual events shown in the episodes. I might get all the episodes done before Season 2 comes around so after I get the last episode in which Barry rescues someone the events will be made up. Anyways please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing here except for the back story.

Time: Episode 2; Barry rescuing a little girl and several people from a burning building

Warning: Backstory; and I am taking a guess on her age: 7

Paige's POV

Sometimes I wonder if there is someone out there watching out for me. I mentioned this several times to my mom and she always said,

"Aren't you a little old for imaginary friends?"

The same thing happened at school.

"Paige you are crazy."

"You've been watching to many Princess shows."

"I highly doubt that."

"Pffff...if you are so smart; figure out you are seeing things."

Eventually I gave up. No one was going to take a seven year old seriously. One of the main problems was how smart I was. I had A's in every class so people tended to think that a smart girl like me had a crazy imagination.

In truth I did. I always like to draw what I pictured a hero would look like. But sadly I lost the drawing when one of the boys at my school used it as a spit wad. After that I had just given up hope that someone was out there watching over me, but all that changed one day.

~~~...~~~

I had just gotten home from school. As I skipped down the sidewalk holding my mom's hand I noticed something different about our apartment building. It had a large, noisy generator on the side of it. Unlike other times it was emitting black smoke. That was new.

"Mommy? Why is that have smoke?" I asked.

"I'm sure they will take care of the problem," my mom smiled, "I'm sure its nothing."

As soon as I came through the front door I heard a loud noise from the kitchen which made me jump and knock over a small vase. Several of my relatives were staying over and that complicated things. Not really wanting to hear my Aunt Sue yell at me for breaking the vase I ran into my room and shut the door. I started working on my homework. After about an hour I heard someone yelling from the kitchen. I crept down to it and hid behind the door to watch. Two people were there; my mother and my aunt.

"You need to get your little girl under control!" my aunt shouted at my mother, "Her imagination has gone to far! She's poisoning my son's concentration his work!"

She held up a small crayon drawing I had drawn that day at school. It was one I had drawn to replace the one I had lost. Knowing my aunt would scold me for drawing a 'bad influence' picture I had hid it. Unfortunately I had a bad feeling my annoying cousin Sam had something to do with it resurfacing. My aunt was a no nonsense type of person. She didn't tolerate anyone having a wide mind about things; what ever wide mind means. Anything that was creative or interesting she got rid of. My mom on the other hand encouraged me to be creative but would scold me gently if I went a little bit over the edge.

"Paige drew that today...it was a class project," my mom frowned.

"Well someone needs to tell the principle that this type of nonsense shouldn't be allowed," my aunt snapped.

She tore the picture to shreds and threw it in the trashcan.

"That's what I think about imagination. Its all garbage!" she sneered.

I choked back a sob. I had worked so hard on that picture!

"Sue you have gone far enough. I know your husband died a while ago but that doesn't give you the right to destroy other people's dreams," my mother sighed.

"My dreams of happiness died with him. And so did yours when your husband died!" my aunt gasped in anger.

"But I grew stronger from the accident. And you should to," my mother soothed.

"Well I think just because you are mom's favorite you have someone to turn to!" my aunt's voice had reached a crescendo.

"You know what...if you can't behave then leave my house," my mom's voice shook with anger.

"Make me. I belong in this house just like your bratty little daughter does to!" my aunt snapped back, "Why won't you tell her you hate her imagination as much as I do? Well? Tell her you have been lying to her about all of this."

My mom didn't say anything. I made myself known then. My mom paled when she saw me while my aunt's face turned smug.

"You hate my imagination? You don't believe what I say?" I asked with tears pouring down my face.

"Paige..." my mom started.

"You always have encouraged me to have creativity...and all of that was a lie!?" I asked interrupting her.

"Paige..." my mom said again

"I hate you! Both of you! I never want to see you again," I shouted.

I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. After putting on my favorite pajamas I curled up under my covers and cried myself to sleep.

~~~...~~~

I awoke to the smell of smoke. I looked up and saw that the air was thick with smoke. I also felt the room warming up. That only meant one thing. The building was on fire.

"Mom?" I croaked.

Something crashed outside my door. I grabbed my favorite toy animal and pushed the door open. I saw flames everywhere. Smoke made it hard to breath.

"Mommy!" I screamed.

I walked over several fallen pieces of wood with my bare feet. I barely to the front door coughing. Using the bottom of my T-shirt I used it to turn the handle.

"Mom!? Mommy!?" I called out into the hallway.

Fire had enveloped it. I couldn't see anything through the thick smoke. Squinting I thought I saw someone at the end of the hallway. Before I could see whoever it was a burst of flame made me shield my face. Then something grabbed me held me tight. I blinked and found myself outside. Sooty handprints covered my shirt letting me know I hadn't imagined someone grabbing me.

"Mommy?" I asked.

I heard my mom scream and then I felt her arms around me and hold me tight. Then I heard a gust of wind and Mrs. Mclean one of neighbors materialized in front of me in the middle of the street. The crowd that had gathered shouted in surprise. Then Mr. Smith appeared as well and people gasped again. I could have sworn I saw a red streak with yellow lightning mixed in it leave the scene as soon as the fire department drove up. Whoever it was, was fast.

"Is anyone else there?" asked the Captain jumping out of the truck and rushing over to us.

"No...someone...something got them out," my mom said stroking my ashy hair out of my face.

I turned to my aunt whose face had turned white and said hoarsely, "See auntie? I told you someone is out there watching over us."

My aunt didn't say a thing but her face turned purple. I buried my face in my mother's chest and whispered,

"Thank you...whoever you are."

This one was difficult to write. After all it was from the POV of a little kid. I hope you guys like it!

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