Speed Demons |Flash Fanfiction|

Chapter 29 Breaking Down the (glass) Ceilings

I am going to be skipping over a few meta-humans. There will not be Plastique and I will be doing more of the finding Firestorm stuff for now. I don't remember what other metas were in season 1 and if you could tell me the codename and real name of the teleporting lady that would be great (or is that season 2? If it's in season one and nobody tells me the name, she'll be left out as well) Most likely I'll do Pied Piper, Firestorm, Reverse Flash, the Rogues (naturally, you can't leave them out!....they were in season 1 right?), and (of course) ending with the black hole over Central City.

Don't you worry. I'll make a sequel after this one for season 2. XD

This is one week after the last chapter because I'm at a lack of starters otherwise.

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   The clock on my desk chirped to tell me it was eleven pm. Bucky, who had absolutely refused to leave the lab without me for reasons he didn't want to explain, was sleeping on one of the medical beds. I looked over my shoulder and resisted the extremely strong urge to wake him up since he was snoring. I knew what would most likely happen if I startled him awake. He had amazingly fast reflexes that even caught me off guard sometimes and I'm hundreds of times faster than most other people.

   I shook my head and returned to my task. I was exhausted. I'd hardly slept the entire week trying to find some hints about Ronnie. I'd completely forgotten about the possibility that he could still be alive until I rediscovered the engagement ring in the pocket of my jeans. The words on the screen mushed together into an incomprehensible line of letters as I spun the ring on my desk. I'd gone through everything I could find on what I started to call "Pyromancer" but Cisco insisted on calling "Firestorm".

   I shoved the ring into my pocket and leaned back, rubbing my eyes. I was now stuck in the lab. I didn't want to wake Bucky up, because of the possibility of being attacked was rather high, and I didn't want to leave for home while he was sleeping because it was highly likely that he would assume the worst and do something impulsive.

   "I seem to detect a slight predicament in your current situation," a familiar voice said behind me.

   "Hey, Prongs," I said, suppressing a yawn. "What are you doing up so late?"

   "Please call me Saila," she said. There was a puff of wind as Saila shot over to me and sat down. She placed a hand on the stack of paper that had attempted to fly away. "I'm here because Barry's worried about you and Cisco thought I would be the best option."

   She was so calm it was almost like she had an aura around her. There hadn't been a touch of lightning either, not even a tiny spark. I tried not to dwell on that fact and stay focused on what she had to say.

   "You, hermana, are going to go home and sleep," Saila said firmly, looking directly at me.

   I also tried to ignore the suddenly blindingly obvious Spanish accent in her voice. That was somewhat harder than I had expected. "I can't. Buck would panic."

   Saila glanced at Bucky, then back to me, a small smile forming on her face. "I can fix that problem." 

   Saila got to her feet and walked over to Bucky. She stood on his left side. I realized what she was going to do a second late. I leaped to my feet to stop her. "Saila!"

   Saila reached out a shook Bucky's shoulder. "Hey, Buck. Skye wants to-" she was cut off by Bucky's metal arm flying into her chest, launching her into the wall.

   Bucky sat up instantly, tense at first, then realization crossed his face. "Oh gosh. Are you alright?" he asked Saila.

   Saila pushed herself up from the floor and shook her head vigorously. I was amazed she could even stand. "Yep, I'm good." She took a step forward and staggered into a desk. "Umph. In a second..." She put her hands on the desk and grinned at Bucky and I. "Well then. You can head home now Skye. Buenas noches!"