"Well, Mister Frankford, I believe having me on your team will be very beneficial for everyone involved. My previous employer spoke very highly of my ability to ensure the clients felt their money was put to great use, as well as my ability to work productively with each and every crewmember I've previously worked with." I sat across from my future employer, confident posture and professional appearance of a previous in place. Sullivan Frankford, chief pilot and hiring manager of Samson Aviation, a Part 135 transportation operation that served as on-call flight crew for whoever had enough money to need it.
"Alright, well, Ms. Sweeney, that was my last question for you. It does in fact seem like you're a good fit and clearly have experience in the matter. Although it is deeply unfortunate that you lost your previous logbook records, I'm sure we can figure something out." Mr. Frankford responded, ever-cordially, seeming pleased to have found someone to fill their missing pilot position. "Miss Angelica will help you sort out the finalizing details and get you your badge and get you scheduled for some flights here shortly!"
I smiled satisfactorily, "Thank you very much Mister Frankford." The hiring manager showed me out of his office and led me to one of the on-sight logistics personnel.
I left Samson Aviation's office and shielded my eyes from the sun as I walked out to the main street to catch a cab, satisfied I got the job.
While the credit cards that came with me to this new world in my flight bag didn't work here, I was able to go to the bank and withdraw money from a surprisingly affluent account belonging to one Giana Sweeney. One of the many mercies bestowed upon we when I was literally thrust by 37,000 pounds of jet-engine thrust into a world that has a Barry Allen Flash and Leonard Snart. Having a couple days to get used to the idea definitely helped me feel less afraid of my future.
I haven't been able to determine what timeline or world I currently am in but I do know that those people I saw in the small forest clearing with a train wreckage were no cosplayers. A small bit of research showed that an Iris West posted blogs about "The Streak" and that Leonard Snart was a well-known thief of precious and very expensive goods but was somehow able to constantly evade capture from the Central City Police Department.
This information slightly comforted me as it meant there wasn't anything too obviously different from the timeline I was familiar with. Especially since I was lucky (debatable) enough to witness the train incident from early-season one of the CW Flash series, as evident by the giant LED vacuum Caitlin and Cisco showed up with. Which is the only version of the Flash that I've actually seen so thank goodness. Though I'm still holding a grudge against whoever above decided it was a good idea to send me into that situation. Maybe it is a little my fault for even deciding to get onto that train in the first place but still.
It did make me curious though. Was I actually in the same timeline as the show's? Because it's not entirely unfathomable for me to be on a different Earth or a different timeline than the original. The only way I knew how to tell was to go out and observe the characters. See if the order of events and meta-humans are familiar or not. But would that be considered stalking? Would I even be able to keep up with the Flash, find out where he's going to be and be there fast enough for him to still be there by the time I get there? While I do remember who the first season meta-humans are, I don't have the exact timeline of dates memorized. Although Christmas was right in the middle of season one so that would give me a good indicator of time.
What I really should do is completely ignore everything and anything to do with the plot, including each of the characters. I should put my all into this new job and go back to my old lifestyle. But as a very committed OC fan fiction reader, that was hard for me to convince myself to do. This situation, minus some of the more painful aspects (thanks Snart), is something I've literally dreamed about. It's an opportunity to satisfy some of my deepest desires and most fantastic of fantasies.
What I also am, though, is something of a scientist. I've watched the show, done my own research, and I firmly believe in the butterfly effect. Anything I do in this world is going to affect something. Whether that something actually affects the plotline or not depends on how involved I try to get into the plot. I guess accepting a job in Central City was a step in the wrong direction if that's truly what I wanted though.
In any case, I'll make a compromise with myself. I'll merely watch from a distance. This way I'll be able to satisfy my curiosity as well as minimize my influence in the plot, hopefully simultaneously keeping me at an arms-length from danger.
How am I going to do that though? While I can't just walk into S.T.A.R. Labs and say, "what's up", I can visit Jitters (if one even exists here) and hopefully overhear some convos or more recklessly, I could show up to where I know meta-human attacks to occur, which could be hard though because not every episode was explicit on addresses.
For now, I'll play it safe and head over to that coffee shop. I'll enjoy Central City's best while read a lot of damn articles about "unexplainable" crimes and happenings to do with S.T.A.R. Labs.
A classic yellow cab pulled over in front of me, allowing me to hop in. "Do you know where the Jitters coffee shop is?"