The particle accelerator wasn't supposed to malfunction that night.
But when it did, not only did it create The Flash and many other meta-humans...
It created Swift.
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Anna Wells, the niece of Harrison Wells, was your normal everyday girl...
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pilot part two
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A FAMILIAR BEAT played in Anna's ears and she screwed her eyelids together tightly, searching for the source of the machine playing Poker Face by Lady Gaga as if she could find it within the darkness behind her closed eyelids.
The feeling in her fingers and toes slowly came back and travelled up her legs, forcing away the numb and tingling sensation that had taken hold on her body. She could feel everything now; the soft blanket that was draped over her body; the soft pillow that her head was resting on; the bright lights above her head that was beating down on her face and the needle that was sticking into her arm.
"What are you doing?" A familiar voice asked, causing Anna to furrow her eyebrows to place the sound. Caitlin Snow.
"He likes this song," another familiar voice added happily. Cisco Ramon.
"How could you possibly know that?"
"I checked his Facebook page. Her song is next — Hot by Avril Lavinge. Good taste," Cisco said, his voice closer now. "I mean, they can hear everything, right?"
"Auditory functions are the last sensory faculties to degenerate," Caitlin replied.
"Can't read my, no, he can't read my poker face," Cisco sang quietly as his footsteps and voice trailed away from the unconscious pair.
Anna's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly, inhaling sharply as her mind began to run wild. She looked around quickly, furrowing her eyebrows at the unfamiliar room she was in. "What the hell?" She whispered and turned her head, her eyes widening at the sight of a man sitting in a bed next to hers.
Cisco turned around, his eyes widening as he pushed himself back against the desk. "Oh, my God," he breathed out.
"Where am I?" The man questioned and brought his hands to his head, pulling away all the medical equipment that was attached to his face.
"They're up," Caitlin said and rushed to the man's side as Anna sat there silently, observing the stranger she was sitting to the left of.
"Dr. Wells, get down to the Cortex, like... right now," Cisco said and then turned, walking over to Anna's side and furrowing his eyebrows at her as Caitlin continued to do checkups on the man.
Anna looked away from Caitlin and the man and furrowed her eyebrows, looking down at her hands as they shook violently. She inhaled a shaky breath and held it for just a moment before exhaling and closing her eyes to further calm herself. She ran her tongue over her lips and exhaled a deep breath once again, trying to piece together why she was at S.T.A.R Labs.
