The Beacon of Light ~ Barry Allen

3. Of Course I Believe You

Disclaimer, I do not own Barry Allen or any other characters from the tv show The Flash, which this is based off of. I only own Mara and any others that may be made later on.

"Barry watch ou-" both me and Cisco wince as Barry ever so gracefully crashes and burns. Since I've know him practically my whole life I could tell it was because he got distracted. I knew I'd have to question him on it later.  We packed everything up and the team went back to S.T.A.R labs while I decided it was best for me to stop by the station to see Joe.

As I stepped into the station I overheard a witness from a robbery giving her statement to a detective. "The windows blew in. It was like a hurricane. Everyone ran for cover." I felt sorry for the girl, that must of been traumatic. My eyes search the room and land on Joe, standing with his hands on his hips. "Joe!" I called out, speed-walking towards him. His eyes meet mine, "Mara! It's so good to see you. I had no idea you were back today," he says pulling me into a warm hug. "Well I was just stopping by, I know you have work to do, but  me you and Iris will catch up or dinner sometime soon? My treat" I say wriggling my eyebrows. Joe lets out a hearty laugh "sure thing kiddo I'll see you soon" he says giving me a small smile as, who I assume was, his partner, walks over to him. Ah, so this is detective pretty boy. I salute a goodbye, add a wink and back out of the police department.

I quickly rush back over to S.T.A.R labs, eager to see the results from todays tests. Sure, I saw it with my own eyes which was amazing but I wanted to see the numbers too..Besides I wanted to check on Barry. "-then something caused you to lose your focus," yet again, I seem to be interrupting a conversation between Wells and Barry and yet again, I don't care all that much. Barry looks up at me and I notice his demeanor change suddenly though I couldn't tell if it was from my entrance or Wells' comment . Barry holds my gaze before breaking it and responds, "I started remembering something."

I knew that he had got distracted, but now I was curious.. from what? Both me and Wells raise our eyebrows at the exact same time, questioning Barry. I shudder, that was creepy. I hear Cisco try to stifle a laugh from behind me, I shush him, wanting Barry to elaborate.

"When I was 11, my mother was murdered," Barry starts. Maybe it was instinct, or just the need to comfort him, but I had the feeling to go over and be there for him, so I did. I sat down next to him placing my hand comfortingly on his knee. It may sound ridiculous, but I know this was a hard subject for Barry, and losing loved ones was something we had in common. In a way, it was a sort of understanding, an unspoken commitment we had to each other that went without saying. If I needed him he'd be there for me and vise versa. Sure, Iris and Joe are amazing and we both love them to pieces, and same with Cisco and Caitlin for me, but they could never completely understand what it was like.

Barry glances at me from the corner of his eye. The look he gave me was an unspoken thank you. I nodded my head but only slightly, me being there for Barry didn't need to be a big production, I wasn't trying to prove anything. I just did it because I cared for him immensely, nothing else. It felt right. He continued on, "it was late. the sound woke me up." I noticed his voice broke a bit. "I came downstairs..and I saw what looked like a ball of lightning." My brows furrowed, not because this was new information, but because I was starting to think the same thing as him. The gears in my head being put into motion.

"Inside the lightning, there was a man. He killed my mom" Barry said with a clenched jaw. "They arrested my dad. He's still sitting in Iron Heights for her murder. Everyone, the cops, the shrinks, they all told me what I saw was impossible. Almost everyone thought I was crazy for having faith in my dad," when Barry says 'almost everyone' he looks at me. I always did believe Barry. With what memories I do have of him and his dad, I just don't see him as the kind of man who would kill the one they love and trust me I would know. "But what if the man who killed my mom was like me?" Barry finishes, glancing up at Wells. "Well I think I can say unequivocally, you are one of a kind," Wells says quite confidently.