Speed Demons |Flash Fanfiction|

Chapter 17 Merry(?) Christmas Skye

Is this GIF Everyman? Or he Barry really where I think he is? (Please tell me it's Everyman even though he's dead)

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   Barry came back late in the day looking very grim. It got Caitlin, Dr. Wells, and Cisco's attention instantly. He even got Cisco to stop slurping his soda. Shayera and I took a little longer because we were focused on the gadgets Cisco had somehow managed to destroy when we weren't looking.

   "Why the long face Barry?" Dr. Wells asked, turning his wheelchair away from the desk to face Barry.

   Barry sighed and looked at me. "There's two of them."

   I looked up. "Two of who? Or what? What did I miss?"

   "Two... 'Poisoned Ivy's. The amount of destruction couldn't have been caused by one person. No matter how powerful they were." He ran a hand through his hair and started pacing. "There was nothing that could be traced and there was only one dead person. Why go to the bother of destroying an entire building to kill one person?!"

   "Barry," Dr. Wells said. "We don't know anything about these people or what their motives are. What makes no sense to us might make perfect sense to them."

   "Who is them?"

   I groaned inwardly. "Hello Iris. Fancy seeing you here."

   Shayera quickly zipped up her backpack, hiding the mechanics inside that activated the wings. She casually slid it under the desk as Iris walked into The Cortex.

   I realized with a horrified jolt that mine and Barry's suits were clearly visible. Iris didn't seem to have noticed. I went with the first thing that came to mind, seeing as Caitlin had also noticed and was working furiously to get the space to close. "Cisco! Getaway robot!" I pointed at the door.

   Cisco, Barry, Dr. Wells, and, thankfully, Iris turned to look. Cisco must have realized why I'd said it because he got up quickly, even though there was obviously no robot, and said, "Not again! That's the fourth time this week!" and ran out the door in the direction of the nonexistent robot, abandoning his soda on the desk.

   Iris frowned, but must have been convinced that there was actually a robot. I relaxed when I saw that the space with the suits had closed securely.

   Dr. Wells smiled kindly at Iris. "To what do we owe this visit Miss West?"

   Iris turned back to us and looked between everyone. "The Spark gave me a visit last night. She said she knew Skye and that she worked here."

   I developed a sudden interest in Cisco's high-power black light that I was fixing. "Is it possible that there are other people named Skye in New York?" I asked innocently. "Though it is possible that this person is keeping the fact that they are The Spark secret."

   "She told me she worked here," Iris repeated. She looked at Shayera. "Is it you?"

   Shayera shook her head regretfully. "I'm not, but I wish I was."

   Caitlin shook her head when Iris looked at her. Iris started to look irritated. "Do any of you know who it could possibly be?"

   Cisco came in at that exact moment. He grinned. "I got the robot!" He held up a hastily built robot. "It's one of my quickly built ones," he added unnecessarily.

   I resisted the urge to start laughing. "I sort of guessed."

   "Well," Iris said, looking put out. "If any of you find out who The Spark and The Flash are please let me know."