Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 24

On the agreed day, Harry drives you back to S.T.A.R. Labs in order to see Caitlin. He holds your hand as you go through the building, some of the employees giving you little smiles as though they're glad to see you back with their boss.

Your lips twitch up, returning theirs with a small, cheerful one of your own. Harry's dressed casually today, which is a nice change to all those around. He still watches over you like a mother hen.

"Do you think she'll know?" you ask.

"Know what?"

"That we, you know?"

"I sure hope not," Harry says, "I may be the Boss, but Snow gives it back just as well. She knows she can get away with it. She did save my life, after all."

You enter the Cortex and Caitlin immediately comes over to give you a delicate hug.

"Hi, (Y/N), Harry," she says, smiling at you both.

"Hi, Caitlin," you reply as she pulls back and begins to lead you to the med bay.

"So, how are you feeling? Okay?"

"I'm okay," you tell her honestly, "more than okay..." you clarify with another sweet glance over to Harry.

"Oh, well, good," she has a small tablet with the last updates on your vitals. "According to what the hospital did and what I managed to successfully clean up, the skin on your shoulder should be a bit tender from the wound, but the surrounding area will be vulnerable to soreness from your muscles being stressed and tense," Caitlin explains, showing you the schematics on the tablet. "And with the fact that you haven't done anything strenuous, it should be a pinkish colour that'll return to a healthy skin tone."

The biochemist grins. "Now, all I need for you to do is take your shirt off so I can apply this gel to speed up recovery and check that there's no discoloration."

"Okay..." you say, realizing that the last time you looked in the mirror, the wound area was not a pinkish colour.

As your shirt comes off, you grimace. Harry tries to help you take it off, but it still hurts a bit.

You put your shirt in your lap and Caitlin wheels her chair a little closer to the bed, eyes widening at the colour of your skin. Glancing down, you grimace again at the purplish-blue bruised colour blossoming around your healing wound. You bite your lip and peek at Harry worriedly before Caitlin speaks.

"Wow... So, you haven't been doing anything strenuous, right?"

"I mean... we've mainly just stayed in bed..." you reply. Not strictly a lie...

Caitlin looks confused for a second before a look of comprehension dawns on her face. She shakes her head and just gives you an incredulous look which says, why are you two like this? Your face turns pink when your bedroom activities flash through your mind.

"I specifically said to do nothing that causes exertion, that includes having sex! It's only been four days!"

"Caitlin, I-"

"What were you thinking?" she cuts you off. "Do you want that to reopen? I mean-"

"-We-" Harry tries to reason a little at her serious voice.

"-It's bad enough there's going to be a scar, but do you really want to have to go through stitches and anesthesia and painkillers all over again?!"

"No," you say, feeling ashamed.

"Right, well," Caitlin huffs, standing up a little straighter, "Let's get down to business."

The following couple of hours are filled with routine check-up procedures and tests, as well as your first bit of muscle therapy. This all becomes familiar during your next few weeks, and by the end of the month, you get the long-awaited 'all-clear' from Caitlin.

And since you've come to be completely and fully healed now... well, Harry sweeps you off your feet and proceeds to have a field day with you in your bedroom using that naughty list he had made. The pair of you needed to celebrate after all.

You were exhausted (but thoroughly satisfied) by the end of it and the thought of some of the things you'd done makes you blush. You end up sleeping for a good few hours afterwards, cradled in Harry's arms - the only place you ever want to be. No matter how many times you two were intimate, your heart still races like mad.

Even after your many rounds, you lie in bed awake that night - any and every thought swirling around in your head. One in particular comes to mind and you can't help but share it with him.

"Harry," you rub his cheek, hoping that he's still awake, "Harry?"

"Hm?" he opens his sleepy eyes at you.

"Do you realize we have matching bullet scars, now?" you say with a dumb smile.

His eye twitches before he brings you close in his arms, his hand at the back of your head and presses your face into his chest, "Go back to sleep."

Should I have even said anything? That scar on your shoulder would be a constant reminder to him now that you'd been brought into his dangerous world and that he might not always be able to protect you.

You snuggle into his chest and brush the thought away, instead replacing it with one of serenity. Because there was no more terror in your lives, no more hurt - emotional or physical - and it seemed no more 'nemeses.' You had overheard Harry mention to the Inner Circle earlier that Malcolm Merlyn hasn't been seen or heard from in almost five months. Unheard of, especially from the head of his own company...

Maybe you and Harry could finally start living your lives now.

***

Malcolm slowly raises the glass of scotch to his lips, the liquid burning in his throat as he places it down with a touch more force than necessary.

But he was pissed.

The plan had failed.

Not only had James failed to make that kill shot when he'd had you alone and cornered, then he gets himself killed. Wells had barely lasted three months before begging you to take him back.

He hadn't been broken. In fact, you and he, the ruling pair of Central City were now stronger than ever.

Wells had at least done him the favour of dispatching James. The mole failed on every front and wouldn't have survived any longer if he'd got to him before Wells.

But Malcolm knows he isn't out of the game quite yet.

He just has to make one call.

"I have some information you might find of particular interest..." he says into his phone, "I know who Harrison Wells cares about more than anyone in the whole world. What do you say to another good old fashioned team-up?"