Turn A Blind Eye (Barry Allen/Oliver Queen)

Queen Entering The Room

Three months, three months since Barry woke up, and about two months since his speed was uncovered. Dr Wells' threat sounded at the back of her mind with every small moment she spent on any kind of research. With the idea of having Barry undergo several scans of his head being decided upon (and agreed with by the rest of the team) the voice died down a little.

"Did I ever tell you that I'm afraid of any kind of X-Ray machines?" Barry quieried, looked nervous at Caitlin. He hoped that this could help with his vision, but still didn't like how the matter of maybe finding what was wrong led to a machine that could see right through him.

"Just lay back on the bed, and I'll try to make this quick." Barry did as he was instructed, and soon the procedure was underway. Caitlin had all of the images she needed, and proceeded to clip them against a light screen. She began to look at them, studying every inch of every image closely.

"Well, Barry's decided to take a nap after his little panic." Cisco stated as he noticed Caitlin staring at one of the X-Rays. "Whatdya find?"

"The scans are showing a fluid build up behind Barry's eyes." Caitlin pointed to one X-Ray that showed what she was talking about clearly. "I had been working on something like this, but it was meant to be adverse, the injection to help cure people's blindness."

"What are you saying?" Cisco hadn't grasped the idea that something his friend had made could have caused something like Barry's condition.

"I think someone went into my office and found my notes, somehow used them to make a reverse fluid that would cause blindness in people, it's blocking retina vision somehow." Her thoughts went back to what Dr Wells had said, but she dismissed the thought. Wells wouldn't sabotage any of their projects.

"Can it be reversed?" Caitlin nodded.

"Yes, I just need someone to make my version of the formula and it should reverse the effects." Cisco swallowed as he nodded. If it didn't work, then what could happen to Barry? He didn't want to dwell on the negative, when he and Caitlin had rushed to her office and started working on what they needed to.

In the meanwhile, Barry was napping in the medical bay, resting after he had panicked a little before Catlin had assured him everything would be fine. Dr Wells rolled into the room, intently looking at Barry.

"You should be greatful I choose you, Barry." An involuntary twitch of Barry's finger caught Wells' eye. "You could have been made into a monster eight his speed, and instead it'll rocket me back from disaster."

XXXX

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Queen." Dr Wells greeted Oliver Queen. Oliver had heard Barry had woken up, then made arrangements to visit. Felicity had wanted to meet Dr Wells and see Barry once more, but didn't g against Oliver's wishes to stay in Starling City to help with Red Arrow with any crime fighting that had to be done.

"The pleasure is all mine, Dr Wells. But I heard you were helping to take care of Barry and I wanted to see how he was." Oliver serveyed the room around him, noticing similarities and differences between his Arrow HQ and S.T.A.R Labs HQ. The main tech, just upgraded with Oliver's team, were pretty much the same.

"You know Barry?" Cisco still couldn't believe Oliver Queen was in the same room as him, standing in their lab.

"He's an old friend of mine." Oliver stated. He didn't want to see Barry hurt, so he stayed away when his friend was in the coma. The only problem with where he was, was that Barry was no where in sight.

"If you will follow me, Mr Queen. I will take you to Barry." Dr Wells glared at Cisco.

"I'll just... go work on... something." Cisco left the room, going into Caitlin's office.

Oliver followed Wells, getting more off clinical sense to the lab space the more time he spent in it. Needless to say, it made Oliver feel uncomfortable. The two men stopped at the medical bay, Caitlin standing up when she saw who was at the opened doorway.

"Barry, I need to go, but you have a visitor." Caitlin walked out the room, nodding once to Oliver in some kind of greeting. Dr Wells excused himself, shutting the door when Oliver stepped inside.

"How are you?" Oliver asked, sitting at the chair beside the bed. He didn't need to say any greetings, that wasn't his style.

"I've been better." Barry sat up, his head facing the direction Oliver was. He could hear the other man's soft breathing. "How's the life of The Arrow?" Oliver tried not to smile.

"Distracing Felicity has actually been getting kind of boring." Barry smiled at that. Oliver did know Felcity had feelings for him, he just didn't ruturn them in the same way. "And at least when you were around people would joke."

"You guys have to stop being serious all the time."

"I was told about your, uh," Oliver didn't want to say 'Blindness' or any other association to the word.

"Yeah, it's kind of hard to picture how everything was before." Oliver's eyebrows pushed closer for a second or two.

"Really? So you have trouble remember what stuff looks like?" He asked, earning a nodded from Barry in response.

"Usually touch is what I go by. Like walls, surfaces, even people." Oliver was confused by the last bit. People let Barry touch their faces to let him try to 'see' what they looked like? "I remember I accidentally poked Catlin in the eye when touching her face."

"That really works?" Oliver asked. He shouldn't have been this intrigued about something, should he?

"Yeah," Barry smiled then it started to fade from his face. "I know this is a weird question, but you mind if I, you, was able to... 'see' your face?" Oliver thought for a while, that was certainly a question he never imagined he'd be asked.

"Okay," he agreed, moving his chair closer. "Just please, don't poke my eye out. I've got to worry about these looks." Oliver made a joke. He should spend time with Barry more!

"Promise," Barry moved his hands to Oliver's face, first feeling his friend flinch at the contact. He reassured him it was fine; and Oliver seemed to relax a bit. Barry started to remember how Oliver looked, then strong serious face, blue eyes and the stubble. He paused on Oliver's forehead.

"What?" Oliver asked slowly. "What's wrong?"

"You have frown lines, Ollie." Barry hadn't called Oliver by his nickname, but that wasn't important. Oliver didn't have-

"When did they-? What the-?" Oliver hadn't realised it before, but small wrinkles started to form on his forehead. "Aw, come on!"

"You really do need to stop being serious, it's affecting those 'looks' of yours." Barry couldn't help but laugh at his friend.

"Alright then smart guy. Let me see if this whole blind seeing thing can work for me." Barry didn't object, and Oliver closed his eyes as his hands connected with Barry's cheeks. He could feel every inch of smooth skin on his friend's face, that Barry had prominante cheek bones and he had dimples from where he smiled so much. He had to admit his friend had a handsome face. Not that it would be said out loud, but he was allowed to think it.

A.N. And I'll finish this chapter and writing spree with this lovely moment. Told you Oliver woul wouldn't be too far away. ;) I hope you all love this, and the fact that I didn't so much writing in a short space of time. It says a lot for how much I love this pairing. I'll get more up soon, but for now, I need to sleep.