Dead Beautiful (A Harrison Wells Fanfic) *ON HOLD*

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 10.
The One In Which I Have My First Date With Harrison (And Manage Not  To Completely Embarrass Myself)

A car was waiting for us in front of my building, since Harrison was still pretending to be paralyzed in public. I still had no clue as to what the purpose of this lie was, but I guessed that he would tell me when the time was right. Besides, I hardly wanted to start off our first date with a question like, “Oh hey, by the way, why the hell are you pretending to be in a wheelchair when you and I both know that there is nothing wrong with those extremely long and sexy legs of yours?”

I’m pretty sure a question like that would be in direct violation of Iris’ first-date rule number five – never bring up a subject that might lead to any kind of awkwardness. And if I’d learnt anything from my time spent with Iris, it was that that girl was an absolute goddess when it came to dating advice.

So I said nothing about it in the car, instead deciding to focus on a little small talk such as trying to wriggle out of him what he had planned for tonight, or him asking me about my past. He wouldn’t say a word about what he had in store for tonight; and I tried to be as brief as possible about my past – I hated talking about it, because it reminded me of my parents and how much I missed them. I gave him the basic outline – born and raised in Tokyo, Japan until I was five, after which we moved to the U.S., to New York, where we stayed until I graduated high school. Then we moved back to Tokyo so that I could study manga art, and when I finished I went back to the States because I missed it, and got a great job in Midway City. My parents, on the other hand, were tired of moving around and decided to stay behind in Japan.

It killed me that I could never see them again, that they thought that I was dead, but I didn’t dare contact them in case the – person – who was responsible for my death found out that I was still alive. I know that I didn’t really have any reason to still be scared of the guy – I was freakin’ immortal, after all – but after what he did to me… let’s just say I’d rather not face him again.

By the time I finished my tale (which ended with me coming back to the US, since I still hadn’t told Harrison that I was an Abhorsen), we had reached our destination, which, weirdly enough, was STAR Labs.

“Your idea of an awesome location for a date, is the place where you work?” I couldn’t help commenting as the driver pulled up in the parking lot beneath the lab. “How romantic.”

The driver left us as soon as he finished parking the car, leaving Harrison free to stand up. “Haven’t you heard of the saying, ‘never judge a book by its cover?’” he asked, smirking, as he got out of the car and held out his hand for me. “Let’s just get inside first, and then I’ll try to take your critique in as much of a gentlemanly way as I can.”

“And I’ll try to be as lady-like as I can when I’m doling out my critique,” I promised him as we made our way into the Lab to the Cortex, which looked pretty much the same as it had a few hours ago, except that there was now a cozy-looking couch in the middle of the room and a huge screen in front of it.

“We shifted Mr. Allen to the infirmary for the night,” Harrison informed me as he took my cardigan for safe-keeping. “I required the Cortex for my plan for tonight’s date.”

I couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt at the reminder that Barry was here, too. My best friend was lying in a coma just a few rooms away, and here I was dating his doctor. God, I was such a bitch. On the other hand, when Barry woke up – and he will be waking up, I was sure of that, unfortunately – he’d kill me if he found out that I had actually dared to turn down the man he had been worshipping since he was eleven. So, in a sense, I was actually doing this for him.