Turn A Blind Eye (Barry Allen/Oliver Queen)

Red With Anger, Green With Envy

Barry ran, he ran faster than he had before. The cold feeling of air on the exposed sections of his face cooled him; the rush of power he had propelled him forward, never allowing him to tire out as of yet. He wanted to push himself further, the exact thing he was doing, but now that Caitlin, Cisco and Ronnie all had powers too (to which Dr Wells assumed it was leakage from the particle accelerator when they had been nearby Ronnie when he 'died' that night.

His blue eyes flashed for a second, turning the colour red before it subsided. He only stopped in his track when the eye colour change made everything in his vision turn red. Barry massaged between his brows, shaking his head; he groaned inaudible at the headache he was developing. 'I should have eaten before I left,' he thought. A wave of vertigo hit him, then leaving as fast as it came on. Barry looked at a sign in the distance, '2 miles to restaurant' it read in white bolded letters on a green background; food was food, even if it was from some crappy diner for truckers and people who needed to fuel up their cars.

The heavy smell of grease and cigarette smoke hit Barry hard as he entered the run down rest stop. He sat down at the counter, the young woman serving smiling at him as he ordered a coffee and what food he assumed wouldn't make him sick for the days after that.

He looked at her as she walked through the flap door to the kitchen area; he supposed she had a nice enough body, but she was very skinny so the curves she had exposed how much body fat she had under her tight top and short skirt; as it turned out, there wasn't much when her rib cage could be seen. And the skin colour, her wrists and hands were pale enough to see the veins, not that that was the issue, it was the make-up the girl wore on her face that almost digested Barry. It was caked on her face, making her appear tanned to the rest of her body, her eyelid coated heavily in eye shadow that was nearly the same quantity as the amount of mascara on her eylashes. Her blush would have suited her natural tone, a bright pink colour, but on the heavy foundation it didn't suit, much like the bright red lipstick contrasted with everything, her skin, brown eyes, light blonde hair. Barry heard a whistle arise from a fat older man, a fat truck driver who wore a heavily stained white t-shirt, had almost no hair atop his head and a bushy and untamed beard. The young woman giggled, somehow liking the attention she seemed to receive from the slime balls, yet she still winked in Barry's direction. It made his skin crawl with disgust.

Barry knew then he would have to appreciate when Caitlin walked into the room, completement her on how she looked, because now he knew how disturbing women could look with the unnecessary amounts of cosmetics applied to their faces. Barry's heart nearly sank in his stomach, he had powers, just regained his sight a couple of weeks beforehand and was then shown up by two of his friends with powers they hadn't known they had until the day before. That was why he was in a rest stop resturant, now admiring how pretty Iris, Caitlin and Felicity all were, when he should have from the start.

The coffee had gone cold by the time he snapped out of his own thoughts, he skulled it, ate the food before him quickly then slammed a fifty dollar bill on the table. Barry raced out the door, getting around to the back of the building and looked around to make sure no one would see him. He raced back the way he had come from; feeling like he was running even faster than he had to get there. Slowly wanting to push the limits, while not burning any of his clothes. The latter part of the plan hadn't worked, when Barry was forced to throw his leather jacket on the ground in front of his home after it started to have embers attach.

"Where were you?" Iris asked as Barry walked through the door. Eddie sat on the couch, holding Iris in his lap before she stood up to make her way to Barry and throw her arms around him. Iris looked like she was almost skipping when she got over to Barry. Barry noticed Eddie's right eye narrow, twitching at the sight. He still couldn't get over the jealously he had since he met Barry not long ago. Joe introduced them, then Iris kissed Eddie in front of Barry when Joe wasn't around; the old Barry would have flared up (inside) and the exchange, but that had been over a year ago, he wasn't the same. Not after kissing Oliver.

'Oliver' the one name he didn't want to think about pushed into his mind and wouldn't leave. God, that man was a one man cockroach infestation, he would never leave. But he wasn't the one who left, Barry had. He left in the early hours of the morning after the kiss, leaving without a goodbye to anyone; not Oliver, Thea, Felicity, none of them. No doubt Oliver hated what he did, Barry barely forgived himself for the attitude change and the actions it caused.

"I was just taking a walk," Barry replied, pulling away from the hug slowly. He glared at Eddie, which he thought was taken as an over protective friend way, but it could have counted as trying to make Eddie jealous. Not that Barry minded if Eddie was jealous; he might know to not mess with Iris if her and Barry were close. That, or get a beating from the fastest man alive; whichever Eddie chose.

"Barry, you've been gone for a few days." Iris returned to her spot on the couch, in Eddie's lap. One of his hands rested on her thigh, about midway up. Barry kept his gaze solely on Eddie.

"I've had work to do, but I'll be around more." Iris smiled, Eddie looked like he was trying to smile, but it came out as a grimace. Now Eddie looked very uncomfortable.

"Oh, while I remember, Barry one of your friends must have dropped this off." Iris handed Barry an envelope that had been beside the lamp on the small round table next to the couch. "It was sticking out under the door." Barry opened it, the contents written on a single page in messy hand writing.

"We have to talk,"

~ O."

Oliver really was a one man cockroach infestation that he couldn't escape; and somehow he got to Central City faster than Barry assumed he'd be able to get there.

Barry had to now face his new metahuman friends, and the Emerald Archer sooner than he realised.

A.N. Okay, the poll is still up for who Felicity should be with, just comment a number. I won't say who is in the lead, but so far it is unopposed. I wanted to get this up today, just because I'm going home tonight, and I'm off to vote tomorrow. Thank God these election campaigns will be over. Keep sending in suggestions, hopefully you all liked this chapter, and as for the spelling errors, all of these chapters have been written on my iPad, and it has the keyboard where it was automatically replace a word with what it thinks is right, even if I type it in correctly. I won't be starting to write the next chapter unto probably Monday because that's when I get back. Have a great weekend everyone, and thanks for al of the support (we hit 300+ views yesterday (or today) on fanfiction.net, the most reads on this story yet!).