The Scarlet Speedster and I (Barry Allen Love Story)

Chapter 1

(A/N)- Heyyy! It's Patrice. The pic for this chapter is how I imagine Jack Lyon (an OC of mine), but with the tiny details I have in my description of him in this chapter. But anyway, this is the first fic that I've had the courage to post, and yes, it's a fic based off The Flash on the CW. The main character is actually me, and everything about her is true about me, except my age since I'm actually 14 in real life, not 25. But I changed that part to fit the story better. 

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE FLASH, THE SHOW'S PLOTLINE, OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN MY OCs. THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE CW. I ADDED SOME OF MY OWN SCENES AND ADDED SOME OF MY OCs INTO SCENES FROM THE ACTUAL SHOW, AND VARIED THE PLOT SLIGHTLY TO WORK IN MY OWN LITTLE PLOT, BUT OTHER THAN THAT EVERYTHING BELONGS TO THE CW AND THE WRITERS OF THE FLASH.

Chapter 1~

*Patrice's POV*

Growing up, I was always the outcast. I was different from all the other kids no matter what. From how I looked, to my intelligence, to my majorly dysfunctional family. It was always something. I'd gotten used to it, knowing that no matter where I went, I'd always be different from everybody. So when I was a child, I made a promise to myself, saying that I'd make a name for myself somehow. I'd do something to help my community and make it a better place.

In college, I majored in forensic science so I could help solve crimes and bring justice to the people who have been wronged, while incorporating my love for science and problem solving into it. Eventually, I got a job as a forensic scientist for the Starling City Police Department― also known as the SCPD. Every case I got, I solved. But, that isn't what made me well-known. It was a case that involved a man on death row and 2 hours before he was supposed to die by lethal injection, I saw a crucial piece of evidence that no one else saw, which proved the man's innocence. Everyone was shocked that a 21-year-old woman fresh out of college solved this case instead of a more experienced forensic scientist. It made news all across the country. Fast forward to now, four years later, as I'm moving from my apartment in Starling City, to a new apartment in Central City. I just feel like I need a fresh start away from being apart of the Arrow's team. Yes, I know who the vigilante is. He's actually become a good friend of mine, along with the rest of the team. But, I digress, which I do a lot, to be honest. Making sure that I have absolutely everything, I hop in the U-haul truck and start driving the 600 miles to Central City, also known as my new home. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as a result from my nervousness and excitement. My grip on the steering wheel is so tight, that I'm starting to lose circulation in my fingers. A sigh escapes my lips as I get lost in the long drive, storing my worries about Central City in the back of my mind.

✯TIME SKIP✯

I pull into the apartment complex that I'll be calling my home for a while. Stepping out of the truck, I see a navy blue Ford F-150 truck pull into the spot next to me. A smile spreads across my face at the truck that I practically grew up in, happiness radiating off of me. The truck door opens, revealing 4 people that make me smile even wider, if that's even possible; the first one I see is a 5'11" black man with a beard and mustache, adorned with black-rimmed glasses, dark blue jeans, a black sweatshirt with "SMITTY" over the number "55" in big, purple, block font, tan Timberland boots, and diamond studs in his ears. The next person I see is a 5'6" white woman with bright pink short hair, snake-bite piercings and tattoos along her arms. She's wearing blue skinny jeans, a black Attack on Titan t-shirt that I got her for christmas in 8th grade, a grey sweatshirt, and green Converse sneakers. Next is a 5'9" white man with a goatee and tattoos covering his arms. He's wearing blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt, a red and white flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, an old racing hat, and a pair of old blue and white sneakers. The 4th person is a 5'4" black woman with lighter skin than mine. She has honey-blonde hair and hazel eye contacts covering her natural brown eyes while still being able to see (she isn't wearing her glasses right now because she's wearing her contacts). She's wearing dark blue jeans, a teal sparkly t-shirt with writing in a fancy font, rings, earrings, a necklace, and white "nurses" shoes. They all smile back at me as we start to walk towards each other.