The Streak Lives - The Flash [Iris' POV]

Chapter 9(1K READS!!!!! THANKS GUYS!)

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     I stomp my way down to Barry's lab. He forgot! Again! About the scientific background! A little ways down the hall I begin to hear a raised voice. I register it to belong to Dad.

     I step into his lab to see Dad on his way out, the ghost of a scowl still on his face.

     'Hey, Dad.' I say.

     'Hey, baby.' Says Dad, turning towards me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. He still sounds irritated. Whatever happened with him and Barry must have been serious. 'Gotta go.' He walks out.

     My brows come together in suspicion. 'Why is my Dad mad at you?' I ask Barry, setting down my keys and purse on his desk and watching him work.

     'Work stuff.' Says Barry simply, turning away but then slowly turning back. 'Why are you mad at me?'

     I glare. Does he have amnesia or something?! This is the second time he's forgotten the same thing!

     ' You were supposed to meet me at jitters to give me some scientific background for my article.'

     He sighs impatiently. 'And I didn't show up.'

     'And now I have to come up with a new article topic in 24 hours or I fail the assignment.'

     'Iris-'

     'Don't,' I interrupt the apology I've heard so many times lately, 'say that you're sorry, okay, I know that you are.' I look at him for a moment. He looks so sad for some reason.

     'What I don't know is what is going on with you.'

     He sighs again.

     'We grew up one bedroom down from each other. Do you honestly think that I don't know when you're happy? Or sad or depressed or lost? I'm gonna ask you one last time, Barry Allen, and you better be honest with me. What the heck is going on with you?'

     I feel a light breeze from the widow.

     There's a beep from Barry's computer, and he goes to look at it.

     'We are not done talking about this.' I say, joining him at his screen.

     'That's impossible,' he says, 'there was a murder last night. These skin cells belong to the murderer, but these cells are naive. . Stem cells, they can replicate and become any cell the body needs. They only come from babies.'

     Two words. I'm confused. 'That means your killer is what, a newborn?'

     He shrugs.

     'Well, I'm gonna be off. I want to be on time for my shift at Jitters. See you.' I say.

     Barry nods.