Smooth Criminal (Glee/The Flash fan fiction)

Chapter 2

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

He paces in his bedroom. The words kept echoing in his mind: Sebastian A. Smythe. Born in Central City.

Sebastian knew himself more than anyone. No one knew his father never accepted him as who he was. No one knew he came out when he was sixteen. No one knew he was a drunkard. But the truth is, even he didn't know himself. It was like he was living in a world that was full of lies.

After finding out that he was adopted, the whole world appeared to him as if this was one of the reasons why his father hated him and never accepted him. He travelled from Ohio to Central City to become an attorney for his father to be proud of him. Only to have that mission change and finding out who his real family was. As an attorney, he had helped out a lot of people with their problems but it seems like he couldn't solve his own.

The sound of his phone interrupts his train of thoughts. He finally stops pacing to grab his phone from his table. The screen displays Blaine Anderson's name. Unaffected by the unexpected call, he slides his thumb across the screen and places the phone against his ear.

"Symthe." He answers. His tone is authoritative to his profession. He manages to relax by sitting on his bed as he accepts the call. Sebastian was glad he talking to Blaine didn't affect Kurt Hummel. Nothing kept them apart, even when Sebastian was only a student back at Dalton. It was obvious they weren't the same amateur people back high school.

"Sebastian! Guess who'll be visiting Central City for three days?" Blaine animates all boy-excited where he practically spoke every word faster than usual. Admitting to himself all of a sudden after hearing his voice, Sebastian still had this feeling for Blaine. But he was now a happily married man, and all those feelings just needed to be left alone. But he was glad they were still friends after what he did to Blaine. He regretted everything he did when he was high school-well, besides The Warblers. He'll never regret that. He treated everything like a game and he didn't even care what other people felt about his behavior. He was a fucking mess.

"Who?" He activates the loudspeaker so that he could continue working. He places the phone back on its stand charger and takes the folder filled with his birth record. He found it-along with some other files about him while he was looking for some law books in the attic. He didn't inform his dad yet however. About already knowing about the adoption. And likely, he wouldn't care even if he told him about it.

"Brittany and Santana." Blaine's excited voice is back but Sebastian seemed to be stunned from his words. Great, more bad news. He thought playfully. Santana Diabla Lopez. It's been a very long time.

Sebastian is back on his feet, placing his hands on his desk and leaning on them as he speaks to his phone. "Where are they staying?"

"They have a three-day stay at Windsor Heights. Isn't that where you live?"

"Yeah I do. But I'm at my father's place right now...err...fixing some stuff." Sebastian rubs the back of his neck before looking at the opened folder on his bed.

"So...you're in Ohio?"

"Just for the day. As I said, I'm just fixing stuff. What do you want me to do about Santana and Brittany?" Sebastian noticed that he mentioned Santana first. Was his early crush on her that obvious?

"Oh okay. So as I was saying, Brittany has an invite to have a three-day stay at Windsor Heights, a tour around S.T.A.R labs, the opportunity to meet Dr. Harrison Wells and to watch the Particle Accelerator launch..." It's been a long time since Sebastian heard Brittany's name, much less Santana's. She always reminds him of Santana.

Times have changed since he was at Dalton, messing up the New Directions. Sebastian is now a completely different person than he was before. He didn't know what they would think of him. He had set aside everything that had happened from high school. He was going to fix his future and he hoped they would do the same thing and accept him for who he has become of now.

"Sebastian?" Blaine's voice pulled him away from my thoughts. He didn't know he dished out on Blaine. He really wasn't the guy everyone listens to.

"Yeah, I'm here." He replies nonchalantly, looking at some of the recent cases on his table. Over the phone, he heard someone call Blaine's name.

"I have to go Sebastian. But it was great talking to you. Expect them in a week's time." He said over the phone and ended the call.

His phone screen displayed his home screen as the call ended. After all this time, he was going to see some old friends again. But he was still in Ohio, why doesn't he just be a man and head to their apartment and create a small reunion? No. He wasn't man enough; they wouldn't want that to happen. He sits back on his bed, and scanning over his original birth certificate. He didn't even realize that what he had been submitting since he was only a child was a fraud. He didn't even know what the A in his name meant because he never met his mother. She died when he was really young. And he was stuck with a son of a fucker father.

As he scans through the certificate, he reads over the inked print of his name. Sebastian ALLEN Smythe. Grabbing his phone off its stand, he presses a number on his keypad.

"FBI. Agent Lilian speaking."

"It's Symthe. Get me a list of names of everyone in Central City by the name of Allen."

"Right away sir. Including the deceased?" He could already here Lillian typing away on her computer.

Sebastian continues to scan through the certificate. "Yes. Lillian please included everyone. Don't leave any name behind. I'll be at your office tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir." Sebastian ends the call and flips through the page, before something falls off it. As he picks it up, he reads the small print on the card.

Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Labs. (S.T.A.R Labs.)