~*~
"When you said Barry's been knocked unconscious, I didn't think this is what happened," I told Frost as I walked in.
"Where are the kids?" Kamilla asked.
"Esther is babysitting them for me," I told her. "She needed a break from trying to get Ralph to talk to her."
"They're still broken up?" Kamilla asked.
"Like Humpty Dumpty," I agreed. "Why is this thing here? What did Barry get himself into this time?"
"That's one crazy Capuccino maker," Chester said.
"Close," Frost said. "Sherloque's machine was designed to put one person's mind into another person's memories."
"Wait, you think Barry's in someone else's mind?" Kamilla asked.
"I mean, we've had expierience with this before," Frost said. "Based on Barry's pulse, his rapid eye movement, and his vitals."
I looked at the screen as Frost hooked them up, "I think the two brainwaves are a dead giveaway."
"This is so awesome," Chester said with a breathless laugh. And then he tried to make an echo sound. "Awesome. Awesome." We all gave him a look. "I mean this is all just awful, we should uh... We should fix that."
"Yeah," I said as I tried to not pace around.
"When Ramsey decided to take a little vacation inside Barry's brain," Frost began again. "Ginger, Cisco, and I decided to work on the Memory Machine."
"Just in case Bloodwork decided to resurface," I said. "Didn't think it would happen, we just need to figure out who, or what, is doing this."
"How's this all work?" Chester asked.
"In a mindscape, the host transmits neural signals to the guest's primary motor cortex," Frost explained. "If we can sync up with those neuro transmitters, I think we can communicate with Barry."
"Like sliding into his mind DM's," Kamilla said.
"Sweet," Chester said.
Frost turned it on, but nothing was happening yet. "Come on Barry," I said, and then Nash walked in.
"Frost," he barked.
"Really bad timing, Nash," I said.
"You and me, outside, let's go," Nash said as he snapped his fingers and walked out.
Frost rolled her eyes, "go. I can keep an eye on Barry."
"Fine, but don't you dare hook up to that thing," Frost said. "You are supposed to be resting, I don't like where your iron levels are."
"Go," I prodded her.
"Harrison Wells is alive?" Chester asked.
"That's a really long story," Kamilla said.
"No kidding," I sighed.
~*~
"Barry!" I said in alarm as he started shaking. "Frost!"
"Barry's body is reacting to whatever he's expeirincing in the mindscape," Frost said.
"So if he dies in there, he dies out here too?" Kamilla asked.
"Correct," Frost said.
"Do you have any sedatives?" Chester asked.
"No, those don't work on Speedsters," I said. And then a horrible thought occurred to me, we thought the other kids were speed force babies, but their powers were nothing speed-related. Does this mean that the epidural won't work this time?
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Short on Time
FanfictionBarry Allen was struck by lightning, then woke up nine months later. As he started his work as The Flash, he saved a certain red-haired young women. This is her story. This is a Flash fanfiction, all rights go to those who made it.