After that first success, they begin taking me to where they've stashed the rest of my victims. Apparently, the only way the CCPD could stop them from panicking was to knock them out. When they're awake, they're apparently erratic and paranoid, eager to run away from the confused police. They've transported them to S.T.A.R. Labs though several trips in a ventilated truck.

One by one, Cisco and Dr Caitlin bring out patient after patient and I dispel each of their fears before they wake up. From clowns to killings, from spiders to fires, I find their fears and get rid of them. Then they're taken back to Police Plaza and emergency services for a debrief and a health check.

Honestly, I'm relieved that this wasn't more complicated. Normally the problems you see The Flash solve on TV seem so big and complicated. Blackholes and rogue speedsters are so huge that sometimes, it's easy to forget that he deals with small stuff too. Makes me happy to live in Central City, to be honest.

"So, most of the people affected at the school have been cured," Iris starts after I cured the last person in the room. She's staring at a list of names on one of the many screens in what looks like Mission Control as she finishes, "but we're still missing one person."

I rack my brains for who it could be, and I feel fingers of nervousness wrap around my heart two seconds before Iris says his name. "A man named John Kliff"

Cisco is running a few city-wide searches, but we can't do anything until we get the results.

Meanwhile, Caitlin walks towards me with a look like she's got something on her mind.

To be honest, I think she seems nice – like she actually cares about me not just the problems I create. Compared to Cisco who seems to have a single-minded focus on whatever problem stands in his way. I glanced at the guy in question as his fingers flew like fire over his keyboard.

"You seem to have it under control," Caitlin commented from beside me and I jump.

"Great Caesar's Ghost!" I choke out. I prefer to use crazy expletives than use the ones my dad used to use, and this is one Aunty Lin uses a lot.

"What are you? Eighty?" Cisco's voice echoes from the terminal and Caitlin side-eyes me with amusement.

"Swearing's overrated," I muttered, turning a little pink.

"What next? Great Scott? Sweet Petunias? Great Galumphing Galoshes?" Sarcasm sits heavy in the room and I try to fold into myself.

Stupid, stupid, Juliet, why can't you just keep your darn mouth shut?

"I've heard you use several of those before," Caitlin smirks, "Something about Back To The Future, if I remember right."

My eyes flicked up in time to catch Cisco's irritated expression.

"That's different!" He protested, "I was quoting, like the cultured person I am."

"Then it's not 'inconceivable' that she could be quoting too; don't you think you're being a bit hypocritical?" Caitlin smiled.

"Ohhhhhh, you did not just use The Princess Bride against me!" Cisco exclaimed, pushing back from the desk and spinning his chair around to face us, "I don't know whether to be proud or not." He added after a pause, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. Abruptly, he turned back to his work.

"Caitlin, one, Cisco, zero." Iris smirked as she left the room, Barry close behind her.

"No, nononononono, she did not just win," Cisco protested, "I just decided that I would spare her from humiliating defeat."

Silence is his only response as Caitlin and I left the room, the former grinning a small self-satisfied grin all the way out into the hallway.

"So, explain to me what happens when you hear people's thoughts?" Caitlin asks curiously as we walk. So I tell her.

"Got'im!" Cisco's triumphant shout comes from what Caitlin calls "the cortex" and I could almost see him spinning in circles on his chair, arms held high.

Author's Note:

More S.T.A.R. Labs shenanigans and the imminent reappearance or a certain teacher...I wonder how that's going to go down?

Anyway don't forget to review!

Trix