Baby Speedster - The Flash

Chapter 12

Third Person's POV

Cisco shepherded Hartley into one of the containment cells. Even though he wasn't technically a metahuman he was dangerous. As the door closed he said, "Your evil hearing aids won't help you escape this time. So I'd get comfy."

Hartley smirked. "You must be enjoying this, Cisco."

"I am."

"Ah, well, if that scares you, I can't imagine how you're gonna feel when you open up these doors - and let me out of here."

Cisco raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, maybe I'm going deaf, 'cause I could've sworn you just said I'm gonna let you out."

Hartley nodded. "And very soon too."

Cisco didn't like where this was going. "Why would I ever do that?"

"Because I know where Ronnie Raymond is. I know what really happened to him that night. And I know how to save him."

.....

Dr Wells heard a mysterious sound coming from the cortex. At first he could see nothing untoward, and then he caught sight of the source of the sound. Charlie was sat at the work bench with her head resting on the desk, asleep and snoring quietly. She looked so peaceful, with one hand under her chin and the other above her head. Dr Wells was reminded of the times when she had slept at his house, the day she woke up and after she had a 'rough day' but refused to tell him any more than that. He assumed she had told Iris some lie about The Flash, after Barry's visit to her sister, since she had recently been posting a lot of support for the speedster's on her blog. Not that he regularly checked it or anything.

'Lotte couldn't be comfortable like that.' He thought so Dr Wells listened out for any signs of life elsewhere in S.T.A.R. labs and checked the corridor outside and. When he was satisfied nobody was around, he stood up from his wheelchair. He slid one arm under her legs and placed the other on her back, gently lifting her off the chair and carrying her towards one of the hospital beds. He laid her down and covered her with the sheet, pushing her hair out of her face tenderly. She didn't stir, probably because she had been so exhausted all day.

"Sweet dreams Lotte," whispered Dr Wells.

...

When Dr Wells entered the bar Joe was already sat at one of the tables.

"I appreciate you coming down," said the cop.

"These days it's rare to find someone happy to have a drink with me," replied Dr Wells.

Joe didn't waste any time in getting to the point. "Our conversation the other day got me thinking. You said, as a scientist, you look for the probable?" Dr Wells nodded.

"And we both recently have seen things that have redefined what is possible," Joe continued.

"Yes, we have, and we both know the direct cause of those things."

"Your accelerator explosion."

"Evolutionary leaps follow the creation of new technologies. It's that simple." Dr Wells gestured with is drink.

"Like the Rumba."

The scientist laughed. "Yes, like the Rumba."

Joe set down his drink. "So humor me here. If we know that metahumans were created by the particle accelerator and testimony shows that a metahuman may have been involved in the murder of Barry and Charlie Allen's mother 14 years ago, it seems to me that way back then there must have been another particle accelerator."