#Nothing’s better than hearing “welcome to my twisted mind” and “hello all you sick freaks out there” in Jonny Sim’s voice

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👁️Movie Night👁️

#6 #The Magnus Protocol #Okay Thursdays are like too hectic days for me so doodles will be posted on Fridays now hahahahha #I’m a teensy bit sad the eps have been getting shorter and shorter as the weeks go on but this one they still delivered #Very concerned (tm) for Sam like buddy everything’s okay here’s a blankie and hot chocolate mwah #Did you think Sam that the response department could Respond to you. Hm???? #Maybe don’t mess around with paperwork #Nothing’s better than hearing “welcome to my twisted mind” and “hello all you sick freaks out there” in Jonny Sim’s voice #Very perfect #“I only gave them my name how’d they get my address” YOU SHOULD BE CONCERNED TOM’S TERRORS #YOU JUST BYPASS EVERY RED FLAG #I WONDER IF THE GRAFFITI ON THE THEATRE WAS THE SAME GRAFFITI ON THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE #BC THESE BOTH SEEM LIKE “EYE” DESIRES #“It’s what’s on the inside that counts” DANGER POPCORN ALL POPCORN IS DANGER #…MOVIE NIGHT EVERYONE #Klaus sir if the computer code is German did you write it or are you in the computer beep once for first two times for second #Did Lena brutal pipe murder you #ALICE WHAT DO YOU KNOW DO YOU KNOW WE’RE LISTENING UHHHH NO WE’RE NOT #Also do you like how I made Tom the pupil of an eye shaped panel huh huh #I’m a genius #cool episode

[reversephysics]

Recovery (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines [PART III]

A/N: Hello my darlings!

First off - yes, I am alive. And second off- YES!! I am proud to announce that “Recovery” (E2-Harrison x Reader) - [PART III] is finally out!! Yay! I know it took a lot longer than it should’ve (about four months and thirteen days, but who’s counting??) but due to having finals, a job interview for a hospital and a bit of a mental breakdown, I had to delay posting.

While I understand that that may be a plausible excuse, some of you out there are still angry and upset over my lazy @$$, and as such, I am more willing to receive any comments/complaints that you may have. Please contact me on this account, or by e-mail at [email protected]

In any case, I hope you enjoy the final installment of the “Surprise” (E2-Harrison x Reader) mini-series.

Sincerely yours, reversephysics

P.S. I would also like to thank my best friend Hayli for helping me haul ass and editing my story, and my boyfriend Nick, for helping me write. I truly wouldn’t have been able to finish this without them <3

*~*~*~*~* Tags: @a-hero-complex @thekaitj @itsrebeca @toofulloflove @srawells @agirlinherhead @psychoticutopia @random-fandom-lady *~*~*~*~*

Imagine: You finally recover from your stressful breakdown, to find that Harry’s gone once again...

*~*~*~*~*

“________?! ________?!?!”

Panicked, Harry tightened his grip on your shoulders and shook you violently. Though he knew very well that it was the most counterproductive and harmful activity he could do to you at the moment, he was still somehow convinced that he could elicit some sort of response.

Somehow force you to snap out of your trance and get you to look at him.

He shook you hard once more. “________?!?!”

“Harry, stop!” Caitlin struggled to pry the physicist’s hands off of your limp body. Shoving herself between the two of you, she cast the older man a firm look. “That’s not helping anyone. You need to let her go.”

“But she’s not responding!” Harry hissed, reaching for you once more. She blocked him. “I need to know that she’s okay!”

“Well, she’s not!”

“Why the hell not?!”

“Because she’s gone into shock!” Though she was significantly shorter than the multiverse genius, Caitlin managed to match the firmness and ferocity that Harry exuded. “You need to leave her alone so I can give her the medical attention she needs!”

“But, I need to --”

“Harry!” She practically threw herself as the older man tried to grab you again. Arms flailing, bodies pushing, the two engaged in a quick and rough wrestle that was painful for both parties. “Harry! Harry, no--! Harry!”

Clearly, he wasn’t listening.

Although, how could he?

With how he treated you, the love of his life, for keeping one petty secret from him? He could’ve easily forgiven you and agreed to be the father instead of running away like some pathetic dead-beat. He wasn’t strong enough to protect you, strong enough to be there for you.

Just like the time Zoom took Jesse from him.

He couldn’t do anything.

How pathetic.

Harry’s movements got wilder and wilder, and Caitlin was starting to give in to her fatigue. She knew very well that she couldn’t hold off the man much longer. Casting a pleading look, she turned to the only person whom she knew could help.

“Jesse!” she called out.

Without explanation, the young speedstress immediately understood. She quickly dashed to her father, grabbed his arm and warped him out to the hallway - so hard, so fast that the two of them practically stumbled to their knees. Fortunately, they had thrown most of their weight to the wall and were able to steady themselves.

Once oriented, Harry furiously yanked his limb away.

“Jesse!” He spat, eyes glaring daggers through his beloved daughter’s head. “ What’re you - get off of me!!”

“Dad, no!” She locked arms with her father once more as he tried to escape and dash down the hall. “You need to stop! You need to calm down!”

“Calm down?!” The look on his face was incredulous. “Don't you dare tell me to calm down!”

“Well, what else do you want me to say?!” Jesse pleaded, brows knit together. “Freak out? Act up? Now, who is that going to help?!”

“Stop!”

Out of frustration, Harry ripped himself from her and brushed past. Jesse instantly caught Harry by the waist and swung him around in a U-turn. He staggered two steps forward before he realized he wasn’t going in the right direction.

Resentful, he shot the young speedstress a dark yet pained look. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because,” she heaved a heavy sigh. “You’re in no condition to see her.”

His hands balled into fists. “You have no right to say that.”

“No right?” The concerned expression on her face deepened. “Dad, you were completely hysterical in there! If Caitlin hadn’t told me to pull you out, you’d still be trying to shake ________ awake. And then who knows what could happen to the baby...”

Upon the mention of his unborn child, Harry’s anger completely devolved into something almost unrecognizable: guilt. Because if he thought about it - if he really thought about it - none of the events would’ve happened if he stopped and considered how you were feeling.

How much stress he was putting on you.

And for what?

Bearing his child.

This was all his fault.

As if suddenly hearing the thoughts in his head, Jesse’s eyes widened. She swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean --”

“No,” Harry shook his head, cutting her off. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

With stressed, veiny hands, he ran his fingers through his hair and laced them behind his neck. He tilted his head up to gaze at the ceiling, as if somehow the solution to all of his problems would somehow be written there.

“...If I’d been in the right state of mind, then none of this would’ve happened. ________ and I wouldn’t have fought, she wouldn’t have had the miscarriage and we could’ve been a family.”

He cast her a remorseful look.

“You could’ve had a younger brother or sister…”

“Dad…” She shook her head violently. “Don’t do that to yourself. You couldn’t have known that this would happen.”

“...I don’t know, Jess,” Harry responded in a low, self-loathing tone.

Slumping against the nearest wall, he slowly slid down the surface and sat on the cold, unforgiving floor. Jesse took a seat next to him.

“It’s just, deep down…some part of me knew that I should’ve stopped, that I was taking things too far.” He tugged forcefully on his hair. “Yet, I kept going…”

“She’ll make it through, Dad,” Jesse comforted him. “________ is a strong person.”

“Y’know,” Harry smiled bitterly. “That's exactly what I said about your mother. Right before she passed away…”

For the longest time, Jesse kept quiet.

She didn't know what to say.

Although, how could she?

They've always talked about the better parts of their memories about her mom. Never about them by her bedside. It made Jesse uncomfortable that Harry was comparing her mom’s and your situation so easily.

She thought of several things she could say to comfort her dad that wouldn't sound hollow, wouldn't sound fake, wouldn't have Harry blaming himself for all that has happened; yet, nothing came to mind.

Out of other options, the young brunette simply leaned her head against her father’s shoulder and pulled his arm close.

Harry heaved a heavy sigh.

In the distance, a machine reared to life and filled the air with an autonomous, mechanical buzz. They listened to it for a while, both closing their eyes and feeling the comfort and warmth that the other had to offer.

They were in their own little world.

About fifteen minutes or so passed before they heard footsteps roaming down the hall. It didn't take long before Barry and Cisco appeared around the bend of the metallic corridor and approached them.

Harry and Jesse shot to their feet immediately. Their eyes were wide with anticipation.

“How is she?” Harry asked.

“________’s been stabilized,” Barry informed him. “She's sleeping right now; but, Caitlin’s trying to clean her up in the meanwhile.”

Harry nodded.

“That's good,” he said. “And the baby?”

There was an awkward silence that followed. Barry and Cisco exchanged troubled looks that did nothing but force Harry’s heart to beat violently against his ribcage.

“What?” He asked, blood pulsing through his veins, the scalding heat practically burning his insides. “What is it?”

Cisco shifted uncomfortably. “We’re not sure…”

“You're not...sure?” His voice was deceptively soft. “The hell is that supposed to mean, Ramon?”

The mechanical engineer sighed. “It means Caitlin still has to set up her lab and run some tests.”

“She said it may take some time,” Barry added. “But you're welcome to visit _________ until then.”

“Just don't touch her.”

For a moment, the multiverse physicist wanted to snap at them, tell the two what he really thought about not being able to touch you; but bit his tongue. He knew that no good would come from arguing, especially when they had a good and probable cause to remind him.

Jesse reached out and held her father’s hand.

Harry snapped out of his train of thoughts and cast a curious look down at her.

“Let's go,” she said, jerking her head in the direction of the Med Bay. “I want to see her.”

Pressing his lips into a hard line, Harry nodded in agreement. “Okay…”

The present members of Team Flash soon made their ways down the hall, all in hopes of your well-being.

*~*~*~*~*

You were asleep.

Eyes closed, breathing steady, you looked every bit unresponsive as Harry felt about the situation. Just the sight of you, lying motionless under the white fluorescent light of the lab, made his stomach twist and turn in ways he hadn't felt in a long while.

It made him sick.

Jesse’s grip tightened around her father's hand.

“She’ll be okay…” she whispered.

Harry didn't even bother to respond. Instead, he kept watching you carefully, as if hoping you'd somehow wake up any minute.

But you didn't.

And it was just killing him to play that guessing game with himself, counting backwards from three to one, and shouting ‘now’ inside his head to predict when you would wake up. It ate at his spirit with every passing second.

Harry rubbed the back of Jesse’s hand with his thumb prior to pulling away.

“Snow, Allen, Ramon,” he said, voice low and gravelly. They all turned their attention towards him, curious and anxious. “Mind if I have a moment alone with ________?”

There was an unspoken hesitation shared amongst the members of Team Flash, as they glanced at each other for guidance. Eventually, all their eyes turned to Dr. Caitlin Snow as she was the one who possessed the medical knowledge to make this decision.

Her brows furrowed in concern, that familiar calculating expression etched deeply into her face. Finally, Caitlin relaxed her shoulders and nodded.

“Okay,” she agreed reluctantly. “I can give you ten minutes. But, after that, I have to run more tests.”

Harry released a relieved sigh. “Thank you…”

She nodded.

Setting down the plastic clipboard on a nearby counter, she walked out of the Med Bay with Barry and Cisco following in suit. Jesse took a few steps back, lingering at the door for a moment.

“I’m gonna go too,” she said. “See if they need help setting up and everything.”

Harry nodded dismissively. “Okay.”

For a moment or so, Jesse watched her father slowly approach your bedside. He was cautious, almost scared - as of the slightest movement he made would put you in harm’s way once more.

It's just like the time Mom passed away… she thought.

Except, now, two lives were at risk instead of one.

That very thought rocked Jesse to her core.

Taking a few steps back, Jesse slowly eased herself out of the room and followed the rest of her friends to the Speed Lab.

Once his daughter’s footsteps disappeared, Harry was finally able to clear his mind. Stop the adrenaline from coursing through his veins and pounding against his head.

With wide, shaking hands, Harry allowed his fingertips to gently graze against your cheek. He trailed them ever so carefully on the side of your face, over the curve of your ear and through the slight tangle of your hair.

With every stroke, every move, his touch became more and more defined. His calloused skin pressed against yours, memorizing and reacquainting himself with all the features of your face that he'd missed so dearly.

A sharp sting started in the back of his eyes, momentarily blurring his vision.

God, how could he do this to you?

“I'm so sorry, ________,” His voice came out hoarse and dry. “I don't know what came over me, and I just --”

He stopped himself.

You were still unconscious, unable to hear all of his explanation - no matter how loud he spoke, no matter how many times he explained.

There was no point.

Yet, a part of him still wanted to try. Wanted to explain all the thoughts that ran through his head in the past few days.

Truth be told, Harry wasn't even all that angry about you keeping a secret from him. Rather, he was terrified.

Scared to his wits.

What with his age, his career and his ambitions, Harry simply assumed that he wouldn’t have time to start a family. Hell, it had been so long since he was last involved in a serious relationship.

It took all of his courage and pride before he could even remotely admit he was attracted to you.

Even more so when he decided to get physical with you.

He knew doing so could be dangerous, a catastrophic event that could potentially ruin your future. Yet, he still did it anyway because he wanted you.

He needed you.

So much that he let his greed blind his judgement and didn’t even consider the consequences of his actions.

This was all his fault.

Reaching for your hand, he held it tightly and lowered his forehead against your stomach. He listened - quietly, intently - searching for anything that may indicate that his child was somehow still alive.

Though, he knew it to be pointless.

His ears did not possess the ability to detect a growing heart. At this point, he was simply pretending to be a miracle doctor.

“God,” he let out a shaky breath. “I’m such a fucking idiot…”

Harry straightened himself and caressed your sleeping face once more.

You were oblivious to his touch, keeping that still-dead expression that scared him so much. He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed his lips firmly against your forehead.

“I love you, ________,” he whispered, as if his words would somehow breathe life into you. “I love you so much…”

Lowering his head slightly, Harry brushed his lips on top of yours, your chapped skin slightly grating against his. He didn’t mind though.

He missed you.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise…” Harry whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “I just can’t do that here…”

And without so much of a second thought, he pulled himself away from you.

*~*~*~*~*

Anger.

Burning hot anger.

It was the last thing you remembered, the last thing you felt before the world tipped sideways and rendered you speechless. Everything else after that was blurry.

Just as it was now.

Fluorescent lights blared brightly as you opened your eyes. The familiar scent of rubbing alcohol and sterile air invaded your senses, forcing you to become acutely aware of your surroundings.

You were in the Med Bay.

Lying in a gurney, hooked up to several machines that monitored your body fluids, breathing and whatever else medical experts deemed necessary for your wellbeing.

You groaned. God, I have one hell of a headache…

Carefully propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked around the room.

It was empty.

No signs of Barry, Cisco, Cait, Jesse and - most certainly - no signs of Harry. Not that you had high hopes for him. He made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with you or the baby.

A dull ache throbbed in your chest.

You missed Harry.

It’s been so long since he touched you. Held you in his arms, his broad, firm hands stroking you gently as the two of you quietly lie in bed.

The dull ache sharpened.

...Whatever, you shook your head decisively. Feeling sorry’s not gonna help anyone…

If anything, it's just gonna worry your friends and piss off Harry unnecessarily. And after how he's been towards you for the past few days, you weren't sure you could take much more.

Might as well get up, you thought.

Throwing the covers off, you carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed and sat up. A rush of cold wind dwindled up your limbs as a sudden realization dawned on you.

You weren't in your clothes.

Rather than the skinny jeans, white spaghetti strap shirt and dark blue blazer that you loved and adored so much, you had donned a short, papery patient’s gown with nothing but fresh underwear beneath.

The smell of cucumbers and fresh water seeped from your skin, specifically from around your thighs. As if someone had scrubbed hard and well to get rid of whatever had tainted you.

Your brows furrowed.

Quite carefully, you reached down and felt at the apex of your legs. It was still damp, an indication that the action happened not too long ago.

You couldn't help but frown. “What the hell…?”

Okay.

Now, you really had to get up.

Otherwise, you were just going to sit and stew in your own ignorance.

With expert hands, you removed the medical tape, took out the IV needles and set them down on the bed. You kept a firm pressure on your forearm to stop the bleeding - for about ten seconds - prior to releasing your hold.

Once sure the wound had closed, you pushed yourself off the gurney and looked around the room. Knowing Caitlin and how she treated all her patients, she always kept their clothes nearby should they ever feel the need to change.

It wasn't long before you found your own pair of jeans and, of course, S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt.

You shuffled closer.

Picking up the sweater, you read the tag and found that it had been appropriately chosen to be two sizes bigger - perfect accommodation for you and your newborn-to-be.

You smiled appreciatively. Guess I have to find Cait and thank her...

Taking a moment to look around, you made sure that you were the only one in the room prior to stripping out of your gown and changing. Just as you finished pulling your head through the neck opening, the sound of heels clacking against cement floors echoed, growing closer and closer each second.

Curious, you turned toward the entrance

There, passing through the Med Bay, with her high heels, young principal-like outfit and clear plastic clipboard, was Caitlin. She was flipping through a few pages, before she noticed the gurney was empty.

Though she was standing quite a ways away, you could tell the Bio-engineer’s heart practically leapt out of her chest. Her eyes widened upon meeting yours.

You waved bashfully.

“Hey, Doc,” you greeted. “I was just about to look for you.”

“________!” Cait set her belongings down on a nearby counter and quickly rushed over to you. “What are you doing? You're supposed to be resting!”

“Guess I got tired of waiting,” you admitted.

Taking you by the arm, the brunette guided you back to the gurney where you both took a seat. Curious, you gestured to the room. “Where is everyone?”

“In the Speed Lab,” Cait’s mouth twisted uneasily. “We were worried that you'd stress out if you woke up with everyone hovering over you.”

She grasped your hand gently.

“After what happened, we didn't want to put you or the baby at risk.”

“At risk…?”

The slight ambivalence in your tone caused the biochemist to freeze for a moment. She nodded slowly.

“Yes…” her voice was slow and cautious. “You do remember, don't you?”

Your forehead creased with worry.

A vague recollection of muffled voices and flashes of red weaved itself back into your memory. Though you haven't been told what had happened or had been given much of an opportunity to reflect back on the moment, you knew exactly what Caitlin was talking about.

What she was so hesitant to speak of.

With shaking hands, you gently laced your fingers over your stomach. Tears welled up at the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision.

Caitlin leaned closer, concerned. “________?”

“The baby,” you whispered. “Is the baby okay?”

She tensed.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Your heart shrivelled up inside your ribcage, the last bit of light dying as you waited for her to speak. Though you were praying for the best, a part of you braced yourself for whatever bad news may follow.

Caitlin squeezed your hand once more. “The baby is okay…”

You released a shaky breath. “Oh, thank god…!”

“But…”

“But?” A stab of anxiety tore through your insides once more as your muscles tensed and forced you to sit up straight. “What do you mean, but…?”

Caitlin took a moment to collect her thoughts. “You're still at a risk for miscarriage.”

Miscarriage…

You wanted to laugh.

I mean, hell. Caitlin was talking about you, possibly losing your baby. That's got to be some sort of sick joke. I mean, this never happened in real life, right?

A dull ache started beating against your skull, as all sorts of possibilities and scenarios invaded your mind. As if reading your thoughts - or, most likely, the expression on your face, the bioengineer gave you a few moments to let the reality sink in.

With a dazed expression, you gently ran your hands across your stomach. Searching for any semblance of life that may reside in it. When you couldn't find any, your worry grew even more.

“You said I was at a risk,” you started slowly. “Does that mean my baby is dying?”

“Well…” Caitlin chewed on her bottom lip. “Not exactly.”

What the hell is THAT supposed to mean? As much as you wanted to lash out, you bit your tongue.

Leaning forward, Cait began her explanation.

“The term ‘miscarriage’ is very broad,” she started gently. “While most people think that it simply refers to a single event - a spontaneous expulsion of the fetus from the womb that can happen at any given moment - there are many different stages and types of miscarriages. The one you experienced is commonly referred to as a ‘threatened miscarriage.’”

She said the word as if it was supposed to make things better.

It didn’t.

Still, you kept quiet and waited for her to continue on.

“Now, this particular case is called ‘threatened’ because you display signs of inevitable and complete miscarriages; but, upon further examination, it’s revealed that your cervix has remained intact.”

Your breath hitched slightly as you started to catch on to what she was saying. “Meaning…?”

“Meaning,” Caitlin repeated. “That your baby is safe and in good health. For now.”

At this point, the blinding anger that festered in your chest started to subside, and relief began to fold over you. Even so, a part of you remained skeptical.

“Okay…” you shifted slightly in your seat. “So, what exactly caused my miscarriage?”

Caitlin’s frown deepened.

“Unfortunately,” she glanced worriedly at your stomach. “The actual cause of a miscarriage is frequently unclear. Most experts say that it's often due to abnormal chromosomal activity; but, I don't think that was it.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you suspect it is?”

She took a deep breath. “Stress, most likely…”

“Stress?” You asked.

Cait nodded.

“During times of physical or emotional turmoil, the brain releases a hormone called corticotropin-releasing hormone - CRH for short.”

“Okay…” You nodded slowly.

A part of you felt intimidated by the long, complicated-sounding medical term; but, forced yourself to stay attentive anyway. As if catching on to your panic, Cait slowed herself.

“Now...” she continued cautiously. “The release of CRH triggers a chain reaction in the body. The chain reaction leads to uterine contractions. And the uterine contractions lead to spontaneous abortions.”

She squeezed your hand once more.

“Make sense?”

You nodded yet again; though, truth be told, her simplification didn't make digesting the facts any easier.

“That being said…” the bioengineer stood up and reached for her stethoscope so she could examine you as she proceeded with her commentary. “It is perfectly normal to experience nausea, light cramps, occasional spotting or very light bleeding during the early stages of pregnancy. In fact, a large percentage of women do. However…”

She paused momentarily, listening to any abnormalities in your breathing.

“If your symptoms progress on to moderate to severe back pain, weight loss, white-pink mucus discharge, brown or bright red bleeding with or without cramps, let me know ASAP.”

The drum of the stethoscope slid from your breast bone to the small of your back.

“This is especially important with painful contractions that occur every five to twenty minutes.” She cast you a firmer look. “Understood?”

You released a sigh. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.”

With that, Caitlin carried on her medical examination and hardly spoke a word. You anxiously fiddled with your thumb as you waited for her to finish.

“You know,” Caitlin started, unhooking the headset from her ears and wrapping it around her neck. “Everyone's really sorry about what happened earlier. For stressing you out, I mean…”

You shook your head.

“It's fine,” you said, giving her a bashful smile. “I get it. You were all worried about me. How can I hate you guys for that?”

Cait smiled apologetically. “Still…”

“It's fine,” you repeated. “Really.”

The brunette remained skeptical; though, didn't argue any further. “If you say so…”

An awkward second passed yet again as the two of you tried to figure out what to do, what to say next. It was a good moment or so when Cait finally spoke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess,” You shrugged. “Haven't felt or experienced any of the symptoms you mentioned, so --”

“Not physically,” Cait interrupted. “I mean, emotionally.”

You blinked, surprised. The bioengineer was hardly the type to talk about affection of any sort; at least, not since Ronnie’s death and Zolomon’s betrayal. It was difficult for her.

As it was for you now.

With your forehead creased with worry, you lowered your gaze and thought of an appropriate response to the question. When you couldn't find any, it proved to be frustrating.

Caitlin frowned. “________?”

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I wish I could answer that.”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I…” you paused to take a deep breath. “...I don't really know how to feel. I mean, how am I supposed to when I've had a near miscarriage and the father doesn't want to be around me?”

“...Right,” Caitlin pressed her lips into an awkward, self-scolding smile. “Not something they teach you in the American Girl’s handbook.”

You couldn't help but laugh. “You actually read those?”

She flushed brightly. “From time to time.”

Oh, Caitlin, you shook your head internally as you laughed once more. That would explain so much...

Before you knew it, your cheeks started to hurt. It took a moment for you to realize that it was because you were smiling.

A real smile.

Something you hadn't done in days. And frankly, the realization made you widen your grin even more in both pain and pleasure. It wasn't long before you noticed the same bright expression pressed on Cait’s face.

Taking a step back, she gestured towards the door with her head. “Come on,” Cait said gently. “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

And with that, you pushed off the gurney and followed her out.

*~*~*~*~*

“Is that even possible?”

“Of course, it is!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Cisco nodded adamantly. “All we have to do is figure out how to bypass the difference in curve radius between the two wheels and - boom! - we’ve got ourselves a functioning wheelchair.”

Barry furrowed his brows. “But what about the wiring…?”

“We’ll figure it out.” The mechanical engineer shrugged nonchalantly. “Besides, how hard could it be?”

The speedster frowned worriedly.

While he loved the thought of rigging out the Evil Wells’ old wheelchair to better fit your needs, he was a little skeptical about how they were going to accomplish the task.

Despite the fact that his best friend had the ability to create and repair several types of machinery, Cisco wasn’t as much of an expert in electrical engineering as he thought himself to be.

Why else would S.T.A.R. Labs’ security fail so frequently?

Oblivious to his thoughts, Cisco reached next to Jesse, who sat beside him, and grabbed the nearest pair of wire cutters. He gave it a good squeeze or two, prior to placings its bladed jaws around the yellow wire.

Barry and Jesse watched intently.

Just as he was about to cut through, Cisco released the pressure on the handles and pulled away. His mouth twisted in confusion.

“Wait,” he said, wracking his brain once more. “Maybe it was the blue one?”

Jesse frowned. “Is it?”

Cisco shrugged. “I think?”

He repositioned the metallic cutters around the said blue wire, and started the process of cutting; only to pull back once more.

“No, I’m definitely sure it’s the yellow one,” he corrected himself. “I’m like...eighty percent positive.”

Barry raised his eyebrows. “Eighty percent?”

Cisco stared blankly at his best friend for several seconds.

“Dammit,” the mechanical engineer cursed under his breath and placed the wire cutters back in the toolbox. “You’re right. We need to review the manual...again.”

Though he didn’t say anything, there was an almost helpless look scrawled across Barry’s face, one that spelled out a small “I told you so.”

Taking the hint, Cisco’s frown deepened.

“Hey man,” he started, voice soft. “I know. I wish ________ was here too. She knows more about this than any of us. But…”

He heaved a heavy sigh.

“We gotta work with what we have.”

Barry nodded. “Yeah…”

Pushing herself off the ground, Jesse stood up, straightened her shirt and nodded to her friends. “I’ll go get the manual.”

Turning on her heel, the young speedstress started to make her way towards Cisco’s desk, only to stop a few steps after. Her eyes widened with watery relief.

Cheeks flushed brightly, you waved from the doorway. “Hey…”

“________,” she whispered.

Upon hearing your name, Barry and Cisco stopped their conversation mid-sentence and glanced over their shoulders to see you. A spike of anxiety shot up your spine and you began to sweat.

God, what do I do now? You thought, stiffening slightly under their gaze. How am I supposed to greet them anyway?

In fact, how were you supposed to greet anyone who had just witnessed the most vulnerable moment in your life and act like nothing happened?

Thankfully, Jesse didn’t give you long to ponder on the question as the young Wells rushed over and threw her arms around you. You stumbled back a half-step; but, nonetheless, returned the gesture.

“Oh my god, ________,” She buried her face at the crook of your neck. “Thank god you’re alright.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“‘Course I’m alright,” you reassured her, tightening your arms around the young speedstress. “Didn’t I always tell you I kick ass?”

She laughed almost tearfully. “‘Course you do…”

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Cisco walked over, a wide, loving smile spreading across his face as he held out his arms. He piled on to the group hug and gave you a good squeeze. “I missed you too, you know?”

“I missed you too, dork.”

He wrinkled his nose. “You’re lucky I love that name.”

The three of you exchanged light, quick banter as Barry made his way to you in a slow and steady pace. He waited patiently for Jesse and Cisco to release you from their grip before opening his arms and giving you one of the many hugs you’ll be receiving that day.

“Hey, ________,” he rubbed your back. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

You nodded. “You and me both.”

Beside you, Caitlin pursed her lips.

“Okay, that’s enough touching,” she reminded everyone. “She just got out of bed and is still a little groggy from the meds I gave her earlier.”

She cast everyone a grumpy look.

“Don’t stress her out too much.”

Cisco nodded, giving her a small salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

For a moment, you chatted with the rest of Team Flash, all of them wondering how you and the baby were doing. They asked about names, when the baby was due, and all sorts of questions that pregnancy raised.

All of which should be discussed with the one person who wasn’t here.

Shifting from one foot to the other, you smiled awkwardly. “I hope you guys don’t mind me asking, but…where’s Harry?”

There was a resounding silence that filled the room. The once friendly atmosphere finally faded away, only to be replaced with uncomfortable looks. Barry, Cisco, Caitlin and Jesse glanced between each other as if holding a private conversation of their own.

Your forehead creased with worry. “Guys?”

Barry swallowed. “Harry left a while ago…”

“What do you mean, ‘he left?’”

“Well, that’s to say…” he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “He sort of disappeared.”

Jesse nodded in unison with Cait. “We can’t find him at all.”

“But don't worry!!” Cisco interjected hurriedly. “We will! And once we do, we’ll talk some sense into him, and --”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay.”

The look on everyone’s faces was completely priceless. So much so that you couldn't help but smile.

While Harry’s absence did darken your mood by a bit, the amount of love and care that everyone gave you completely overshadowed whatever negativity you felt at the moment. The rest of Team Flash shared several confused looks amongst themselves, before Cisco broke the silence.

“Really?” He asked. “You're sure about that?”

“Yeah,” you flashed everyone a reassuring smile. “I mean, I've survived this long, right? What's a few more months before I meet the love of my life again?”

Barry and Jesse furrowed their brows. “Love of your life?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “It won't be long before you meet them too.”

Presently running your hands from the top of your abdomen to the bottom, you showed them how far along you were. Through the large, thick fabric of the sweatshirt, everyone could tell that your baby - whatever gender it may be - was no larger than the size of a plum.

A look of understanding soon came over everyone and, before you knew it, they accepted your decision.

“Okay,” Barry crossed his arms and examined you carefully. “Yeah, if that’s what you want. We’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“We mean it,” Jesse added. “Know that we’re all here for you.”

“I do,” you said. “Thank you.”

“...And speaking of being here for you,” Cisco rubbed his hands together, prior to hooking his arm around your neck. “Does this mean I get to be the godfather?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Godfather?”

“Hell yeah,” the mechanical engineer gave you a lopsided grin. “You know me. I’ll be the best one your baby’ll ever have.”

You raised a curious eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Because….” Cisco quickly released you from his grip and extended his arm to the upturned wheelchair sprawled on the floor. “I’m the one who’s been making all sorts of cool devices for you and your baby.”

Beside him, Jesse coughed.

Cisco rolled his eyes.

“Jesse and Barry helped too,” he admitted. “But, still, it’s mostly me.”

Before either of the speedsters could argue with his point, Cisco reached in his back pocket and fished out what looked to be a small watch-like device. His face lit up with immediate delight, a blatant indication of how proud he was to have made this invention.

“This is for you, by the way.”

Reaching for your hand, he placed his creation on your wrist. Buckled in with the perfect tightness.

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Uh, thanks…?” you said as sincere as you could. “What is it?”

“This,” he started in a very pompous voice, “is a portable baby monitor that you can use to check on the status of your baby’s health. It comes with a standard sonogram function and a detachable microphone, so you can always hear your baby, even from another room. And there’s even an alarm function that lets you know the optimum feeding time for your child.”

“Wow,” you mused, carefully examining his gift. “This is amazing.”

“Of course it is,” Cisco winked. “I also set it up with some nano-tech batteries that Jesse brought from Earth-2, so you shouldn’t have to worry about replacing them until mini-you graduates college.”

The mechanical engineer clapped his hands together excitedly.

“Well,” he started. “What do you think?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” you admitted, constantly turning your attention from him to the monitor. “Thank you, Cisco.”

“Anytime, baby girl,” he grinned.

“Don’t call her baby girl...”

Everyone jumped.

Glancing over your shoulder, all of Team Flash looked in the direction where the low, gruff voice came from. There, standing in the middle of the doorway, was Harry. He looked weary and tired; but, mostly, he just looked annoyed.

Probably from the nickname.

Regardless, your heart still leapt out to him. Arms dropping to your side, you took a small, hesitant step towards the man. “Harry…”

His gaze immediately shifted towards you.

For the longest time, the multiverse physicist didn’t say anything; rather, he just kept his dark, piercing eyes trained on to you. He swallowed hard.

“________,” he whispered, voice cracked. “You’re okay…”

It took a moment or so for you register his simple statement and respond. “Yeah,” you nodded. “What about you?”

“I’m fine.”

Though he said so, the cut tone to his voice proved otherwise.

From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that everyone was watching the two of you intently. Waiting, gauging on whether this was a situation that could potentially cause more complications with your unborn child.

Taking note of the sudden tension, Harry cleared his throat. “I, uh...need a moment with ________. Alone, please…”

Barry, Cisco and Jesse turned their attention towards Caitlin once more.The bioengineer pursed her lips, as she thought of a proper response. When you saw that she couldn’t come to a decision, you placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

She turned to you.

“It’s okay,” you flashed her your most convincing smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Positive.”

“If you say so.”

Nodding towards the rest of Team Flash, she led everyone out of the room and down the hall. With all who passed you, they gave a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before shooting a suspicious look towards the older Wells.

He merely ignored them.

It didn’t take long before the two of you were finally alone.

You shifted uncomfortably once more. “Harry --”

The man charged at you and pulled you into a tight, suffocating hug. With one arm around your waist and a firm hand cradling your head, Harry held you in a way he never had before. His hold was strong and tense, almost painful to be in; but, you couldn’t have cared less.

He was here.

With you.

“Harry --” you started once more as you tried to pull away; but, the man wouldn’t have it.

Instead, against your attempted struggle, he kept you pressed to his frame and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Through the slightest movement, you could tell he was shaking, finding it difficult to breathe as tears fell down his face.

“Thank god,” he whispered, after you somehow managed to loosen his grip and slowly bring your hands to rub his back. “You’re alright right…!”

You stared at the ceiling blankly, his words taking longer than normal to register in your head. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, finally able to formulate a proper response. “Of course...I’m alright. The baby’s alright.”

“I didn’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he continued softly. “Either of you…”

There was a strange tone to his voice, something that you didn’t recognize. Before you could discern its identity, Harry reared back and pressed his lips fixedly on your forehead. His fumbling fingers brushed your hair back and held your face completely still, only allowing your wandering gaze to move.

It was only then that you realized how red his eyes were.

As if he’d been crying for a longer period of time than he’d allow anyone else to see. His nose and cheeks were flushed as well.

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. “Harry, you’re --”

“Don’t say it,” Harry let out a half-choked laugh. “Last thing I want is for Ramon to find out I have a soft side.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Don’t worry,” you teased. “I won’t tell.”

“As far as I know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Asshole.”

For a moment, the multiverse physicist was silent, and it terrified you that you had touched a nerve. Instead, he released a heavy sigh, his bright gaze darkening to a guilt-ridden one.

“...I am,” he admitted, surprisingly. “Look, ________. I’m sorry - about treating you the way I did. It was immature, irresponsible, and I was just --”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

“You don’t need to tell me,” you explained to him, keeping your tone leveled and sincere. “You’ve told me about how you felt about starting a family. How that freaked you out.”

Brushing your fingers across his cheeks, you dried his tears.

“I should’ve known,” you said.

He shook his head apologetically once more. “I’m sorry.”

“Like I said,” you smiled. “It’s okay.”

Harry closed his eyes, resisting the urge to shed another tear.

He covered your hand with his, allowing himself to feel your warmth for the first time since he and Jesse returned from Earth-2. He pulled you close once more and rocked you against his chest.

Smiling contently, you let him.

The two of you stayed there for a while, following each other’s movements as you both made up for lost time. Harry’s grip had changed; he no longer held as someone he lost, but as someone he loved, cherished.

Someone who truly belonged to him.

And it was that very tenderness that had you fall for the man over again, just as you had when he first stepped through the portal held in S.T.A.R. Labs’ basement.

“You know, ________,” Harry hummed as he nestled his mouth against your hair and kissed your head. “I hope it’s not too late for me to say this…”

You closed your eyes. “Say what?”

“I still want to be the father,” he confessed, somewhat abashed. “I still want to be in your life, and in our child’s life. That is, if you’d let me…”

The smile broadened across your lips. “Of course,” you nodded, burying your face further into his chest. “How could I refuse?”

“Then,” he suddenly sounded uneasy. “In that case, I have something to show you…”

You looked at him curiously. “What is it?”

Without saying a word, Harry pulled away, allowing his broad hands to travel from your back, over your shoulders, down your arms and to your hand. He gave it a gentle tug as he walked back a few steps.

“Come on,” he said. “Follow me.”

Harry led you through S.T.A.R. Labs’ winding hallways until you reached the Cortex. He held your hand the whole way, refusing to let go - something he’s never done before.

As you said, Harry was never much of a physical man.

He was always the type to show his affection through little gadgets and intellectual tid-bits. Even so, this was a welcome change.

As you arrived at the Cortex, you and Harry saw everyone gathered around the main table. Their faces lit up at the sight of your entwined fingers.

Cisco grinned widely. “I see things went well?”

Harry shot him a dark, sinister look. “Not another word, Ramon, or I will throw you in the pipeline.”

“Yeah, right,” The mechanical engineer rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know, ________ picked me to be your baby’s godfather.”

“And I’ll have you know I can still pick Allen.”

Cisco’s jaw practically fell to the floor. “You did not.”

Harry raised his head. “Try me.”

While the two passive-aggressive besties were arguing amongst themselves, you made eye contact with the rest of the members in the room and laughed. Though, truth be told, none were louder than yours.

“Harry,” you asked, tugging on his hand. “Didn’t you have something you wanted to show me?”

The older Wells blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Oh, right,” he said, scanning the room. “Now, where the hell did I --?”

“Is this it?” Jesse asked.

She carefully lifted a medium-sized gray box for everyone to behold. Harry’s eyes brightened upon seeing it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He reached for the package in his daughter’s hands. “Thanks, Jess.”

Everyone gathered around, quite nosily, as Harry momentarily stared at the package prior to giving it to you. With careful hands, you observed it.

The box was light, weighing no more than five pounds. For several moments, you thought of the many items it could hold; but, nothing came to mind. As if sensing your need for encouragement, Harry nudged you.

“Open it,” he said.

You nodded.

Working your fingers under the cover, you pulled the top off and stared at all its contents. Everyone leaned in to get a better look.

Inside the box were a jumble of strings, a few long wooden rods, and several hand carved wooden spheres painted to look like the planets of the solar system. You tilted your head to the side, curious to find out what it meant.

Pinching the loop of a string that seemed oddly placed at the middle of the wooden rods, you lifted the contraption up. All the parts seemed to magically fall into place as the gift took shape.

Your eyes widened with awe. “Is this --?”

“My mobile!” Jesse exclaimed.

You turned to the younger Wells, only to be greeted by a bright, glowing smile. Making her way next to you, she hardly took her gaze off the childhood memorabilia.

“Oh my god…” she mused, barely able to contain her excitement. “I haven’t seen this in years! Where did you find it?”

Harry shrugged sheepishly.

“It was in one of the boxes I kept in storage,” he explained. “I had to travel back to our Earth for it. We haven’t really had a use for the thing in a few years; but, with ________ being pregnant and all…”

He trailed off, hoping everyone would understand anyway. A sharp, familiar sting started in the back of your eyes.

You were at a complete loss for words.

“Well…” Harry started nervously. “What do you think?”

Setting down the beautifully-crafted solar system, you placed the box down on the table before you turned to Harry.

He was watching you with careful eyes.

Fumbling with the hem of your sweater, you thought long and hard about how to react. Though, truth be told, nothing came to mind. “I don’t know what to say…”

A kind, heart-warming smile spread across his lips.

“That’s fine,” he stroked your cheek and pulled you close once more. “But I have something to say to you, something I want everyone to know…”

Harry turned to the room to make sure everyone was watching and, once satisfied that he had their undivided attention, focused back on you. He brushed your hair with his fingers once more, before neatly tucking the loose locks behind your ear.

“These last few days,” he started slowly. “Have been some of the hardest we’ve ever had to deal with. I lost my way, couldn’t find the path back to you. But…”

He took a deep breath.

“The one thing I never lost track of was you. You are my conscience, my beating heart, my world and all. You are the reason why I am a better man and have the motivation to become a better father - for both Jesse and our unborn child. Without you, I wouldn’t be half the man I am now.”

Your vision blurred; a fat tear or two spilling from your eyes, leaving a messy saline trail down your cheek. Even so, Harry continued on.

“So, please, ________, stay with me.” Harry pleaded. “I know we’ve had our troubles, but...”

Shaking your head, you took his hand and placed it on your stomach once more. His eyes grew wide, both in wonder and surprise. You couldn't help but broaden your smile.

“The past is the past,” you said. “But right now, this is our future...”

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THE RED STRING

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Song: Bravado - Lorde

 masterlist // TRS masterlist 

Darkness. It seems to surround you. You’re left in a complete state of fear. Dizziness clouds your judgment as you try to sit up. Your eyes are stiff, unable to be opened and your throat is dry and scratchy. The first thing you do is think of Bellamy. That’s when you truly wake up, the events of the night running through your head. 

He’s hurt. He needs you. Your breath begins to get heavy, the feeling of helplessness begins to creep in. Maybe you’re alone. Maybe he didn’t make it. Thoughts like these fill your head until you mentally shout at yourself to get a grip. Pull yourself together. Find Bellamy.

“Bellamy?!” You shout, your bound hands shaking as you remember how his blood had covered your fingers. You don’t get a response. “Bellamy?” 

You’re quieter now, wondering if you’re no longer with him but someone else. A grounder maybe. If so, you’re not sure if you’ll make it out of this one. All you know about grounders so far is that they’re dangerous. 

Though you can’t see, you can hear someone shift beside you. “Y-Y/N?” He groans, making your heart lift with relief. Bellamy’s head hurts and he grunts as he sits, feeling disorientated. 

“H-How’s your leg?” You ask him, feeling your chest rising and falling with fear. Before you had fainted, you were freaking out in efforts to save him. He was losing a lot of blood and you were so afraid. 

“It’s fine,” He states, moving his leg around. In truth, there’s a pain but its dull - nothing he can’t handle. “It feels like it’s been stitched.” 

“Who would help you just to kidnap us? Where the hell are we?” You sigh, pulling on the tight fabric around your wrists. You’re beginning to feel frustrated. The 100 probably need your help and the Arks coming to earth soon, you can’t afford to be stuck wherever the hell you are. It’s a nuisance. 

“If I knew the answer to that we wouldn’t still be here,” Bellamy answers, trying to get the blindfold off with his shoulder but it’s too difficult, especially since his hands are tied behind his back. But he tries anyway. 

He’s scared too. Maybe even more than you are, but he knows there’s a chance you’ll both make it out of this alive. But only if you try. So, he is relentless. 

You’d cross your arms at Bellamy’s smartass comeback if you could move them. Feeling the restraints loosen slightly. You struggle once more, twisting your wrist. The pain is electric, making you wince slightly but in a few seconds you’re free and you rip the blindfold off. “I think you’re forgetting that I saved your life.” 

The light burns your eyes. Before you can take in your surroundings, you see him. He’s kneeling, hands behind him as he bites his bottom lip in frustration. Making your way to him, you place your hands on his and his movements stop. 

Somehow, he seems to know that it’s you. You undo his restraints. Kneeling before him, you pull his blindfold off of him. You notice your unclean hands, the blood is dry and crusted around your fingertips. They shake even though you try to stop them.

“I haven’t forgotten.” He replies to your statement. His voice is low and quiet. “Thank you.” 

Your hands are still holding the blindfold around his neck, resting there as he blinks his brown eyes. You look at him, your chest aching with emotion. Your eyes get glossy and you wish you could stop the tears from forming but they come too quick for you to control.

Quickly, you wrap your arms around his neck and you hug him tightly. You’re not sure if it’s what you should do - but you feel like you should give him a proper hello, even after everything that’s happened. You know that you once said you’ll never forgive him, maybe you never will. But you and Bellamy are stronger as a team. 

 “I’m so glad you’re okay.” You admit, squeezing your eyes shut.

He’s confused. Really confused. His arms hold you tight nevertheless. You know you shouldn’t feel content, you should feel angry.  But you can’t change the way your heart flutters when he pulls you closer to his body. 

 “You should hate me.” He mutters, his words gently brushing against your loose hair. You know it’s true. Instead, you’re showing the opposite. 

He doesn’t feel right about this. Not because he doesn’t like you touching him but because he’s not sure he deserves such a good feeling. There’s a pause before you pull back, but the two of you remain close. 

 “I know. But if you died, on top of everything else, I don’t think I would’ve been able to take it.” You admit. Though thinking about your mother makes you feel utterly sick, you would’ve been utterly alone if he had died too. “So, thank you for not dying.” You sit back.

 “I’ll try not to die today too.” He replies, his hands examining his leg. He pulls the fabric up, exposing the bandaged leaf. It’s nothing like what the Ark has. “We need to leave, before whoever brought us here comes back.” 

It’s only then that you look around. Something catches your eye. Amongst the clutter of the wooden bench, you see an open book. Before you can examine it, you hear him letting out a few grunts and it rips your attention back. 

You snap towards him, seeing how he’s trying to stand on his own. “I got you, Bellamy.” You say, rushing towards him. He rests his arm over your shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows through the pain. 

“Thank you.” He mutters, eyes resting on yours. You never thought you’d hear those two words more than once but here you are. He’s different, you can tell. And you hope you’re different too but something inside tells you that it’s a false hope. You’re the same person you were on the Ark. 

“You keep walking and you’ll burst your stitches.” 

Sucking in a quick breath of air, you turn to the voice. Your heart feels like it’s burning. You’re afraid. It’s obvious by the way your hand clutches onto Bellamy’s side - not enough to leave red marks but enough to get his attention. 

“What do you want?” Bellamy asks, his voice deep and cold. The grounder stares back at him, his dark eyes intimidating. He’s tall, way taller than Bellamy and a thousand times taller than you. 

“Primarily, I don’t want your blood on my carpet, thanks.” The grounder replies, his voice sarcastic yet calm. He notices Bellamys unamused look and lets out a small sigh, “I used the last of those leaves to make sure you don’t bleed out, don’t ruin it.”

“Why would you help us?” He wonders, his eyes travelling over the stranger. Bellamy sees that he has no weapons on him. Even if you wanted to make a clean escape, the mans built like a warrior. There’s no way either one of you could outrun or outfight him.

“I saw how that boy was about to kill you so I shot him with my bow.” He states, making your actions that night completely irrelevant. You weren’t the one who saved Bellamy; this grounder was. The bullet you fired that night never hit Dax, his arrow did. “And I noticed you were hurt so I helped. You’re welcome.”

Bellamy crosses his arms, a small scowl on his face. “Why should I thank you for kidnapping us?” 

“You’re alive, aren’t you? My names Lincoln, by the way.” Is all he replies with, leaving a giant question mark over his true motives. You stare at him, not realising you’re doing it. “You look terrified.” He notes, gesturing to you.

“I wonder why.” You speak to him, your grip now lightening on Bellamy’s side. You keep your eyes on Lincoln the whole time, expecting him to do something. “Answer his question. Properly.”

He sighs, “Fine if it’ll make you feel better about the whole grounder thing...” He’s defensive. He can tell the two of you are waiting for him to strike. Maybe that’s all Skypeople think of grounders, it hurts him. He sits down casually as if showing he’s not a savage - that you can trust him. “A lot of people pass through here, if they were to see skaikru members... All hell would break loose."

“And two lifeless bodies would draw less attention?” You question incredulously. Lincoln just nods.

Bellamy sighs in annoyance. “Alright. Well, we have a camp to get back to so if you don’t mind.” He takes a step towards the door, taking you with him. 

Letting out a loud grunt, Bellamy squeezes his eyes shut in pain. “Bellamy.” You pull him back but he shows no effort of stopping, “Bellamy, stop.” 

“We have to go back.” He mutters. When he takes another step, pain shoots through his leg and he feels himself getting dizzy. This pain is too much for even Bellamy Blake to fight through.

“Bell!” You shout, grabbing his attention as you stand beside him. He looks at you, cold sweat lining his forehead. “You’re not going to get far like this.” 

He lets out a choked breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. The grounder watches from his seat, knowing the events that are about to take place. The two of you will have to either come up with a way of getting back to camp, or stay until Bellamy’s leg heals.

What Lincoln doesn’t know is that you and Bellamy are full of escape plans. But what the two of you don’t know is that Lincoln has experience with Skaikru, especially of the Blake variety. 

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Every television simultaneously flicked on. Three hooded figures appeared on every screen across the city.

They were holding knives. Bloody knives. “Let’s dispense with pleasantries,” said the middle figure, her voice a cool, collected whisper. “We are the Syndicate. And we are responsible for the death of Trish Walker.”

The entire city seemed to gasp, and the woman paused as if she could hear it. Her gloved fingers ran along the blade. “We had hoped our message would not need to be so blatantly stated. But you, dear citizens, are so good at ignoring what is right in front of you. The deaths of a few Inhumans and freaks are so easily covered up. The body of a ‘hero’ left in Times Square so quickly forgotten.” She spoke the word hero with a heavy disdain.

The figure straightened up, the hooded men behind her stock-still, standing like vanguards. “But our pain is not forgotten. For too long have we allowed these unnatural creatures to exist among us. To threaten our lives, our homes, our families. No more. No more will we cower in fear and mourn quietly while all around us, those things reign down hell in the name of ‘saving us.’”

It was impossible to see her face, but her sneer was clearly audible. “The Panel sought to control them. But it is clear that these animals cannot be controlled. They are wild, feral, and dangerous. And dangerous animals must be put down, for the greater good of society. For a normal society to once again be free to flourish. Sacrifice is necessary, and we of the Syndicate are willing to give our lives to see our goals become reality. Every hero, every ‘gifted’ person, every freak who wears a mask and leaves destruction in their wake, will be eliminated. Only then can we reclaim our city, our world from the blight of so-called superheroes.”

She held up the knife now, the blade glinting as if the blood was still fresh. Perhaps it still was -- there was no way to tell if this was a recording or a live broadcast. “Trish Walker defended heroes, and look at what it brought her. She claimed to be one of them, but we believe the ‘most honest voice in New York’ was nothing more than a liar. If you stand against us, your blood shall be the sacrifice paid to open the door to a new world, a safe and normal world. A sane world, cleansed of insanity by any means necessary.”

She passed the blade to one of them behind her. Folded her hands together beneath her long, dark robes as if she were a monk, praying. “But if you feel as we feel. If you see what we see, if you too long for the terror to cease, then we invite you to join us. We will find you, and we will welcome you with open arms. Consider this our last invitation -- and our last warning.” And the screen went black.

Half an hour later, The Panel announced a special broadcast. Karl Orse once again appeared at his stark desk, though no papers were in front of him this time.

“Greetings, citizens,” he said in a serious voice. His face, usually so stoic, was twisted in a deep frown. “We all know the fate of Ms. Walker. She was not only a beloved child-star, a trusted voice in these troubled times, and a person of upstanding moral character and judgment -- she was also a valued member of our team. Despite her comments in her final broadcast, we on the Accords and Accountability Panel deeply regret losing her.”

A heavy sigh left his lips. It seemed stiff and awkward, not quite human. His pale eyes fixed on the screen, and though they were watery, they were as fierce as ever. “Ms. Walker believed in the Accords. Whatever else you may take from this tragedy, please remember that. She believed that being a hero was a privilege, and not a right. That it was a responsibility that should not be taken lightly. Accountability is one and only goal, protecting each and every citizen by holding heroes to a higher standard, to face the weight of the role they choose to take on. It is no easy task, being a hero, or being one of those who watches them. Who watches over them, and over every citizen of this city.”

He paused, hands folded lightly in front of him. “We have failed Ms. Walker. In the name of Accountability, we admit that. Just as we failed the unregistered hero who met his untimely fate in Times Square, and the countless more before him. But my fellow citizens, we are not the enemy. We never have been.”

His face grew stern now, eyes colder than ever before. “The so-called Syndicate has stepped forward and told you themselves the horrors they committed. Their ‘safe world’ comes at too high a cost, and we on the Panel do not believe in paying for peace with bloodshed. We renounce these people, see them for what they truly are -- a cult, preying on fear and weakness. Do not be swayed by them. We must stand strong if we are to face this new threat. We must stand together. A wise king once said, ‘United we stand, divided we fall.’ And though he was nothing more than literary character, his words ring with truth.”

Orse leaned forward, towards the camera. “It is time we put aside our differences, and choose security over secrecy. We once again implore all unreigstered heroes to come forward, to stand with us, to fight against this cult and bring them to justice. A humane justice, a responsible justice. A true justice. We cannot do it alone. And thus we have made a difficult, but unanimous decision. We hereby waive all criminal charges that may arise from those who would seek to register. Whatever you may have done in the past, it is the present that matters now. If we wish to protect the future, time is of the essence. And as Ms. Walker has shown us, time is a luxury we do not have.”

He let the words sink in for a moment, as he sat back in his chair. His hands fell to his lap, hidden by the plain, empty desk. “The choice is yours, citizen and hero alike. We can allow our city to bow to terrorism, or we can stand tall and stand for justice. Goodnight, citizens. May tomorrow bring a brighter future, in spite of all that we have lost.”

“Five minutes of airtime,” the hacker promised, a bracing smile on her lips. “Then you’re on your own, Cap.”

Steve nodded. He could work with that. An hour ago, he was worrying over what to do next. How to help. Now, it was what to say. That was easier. Saying the right thing wasn’t as easy as doing the right thing, but it could be done. Sam once wondered if Steve pulled the words out of thin air, or memorized a script. The truth was, it was something in between.

Agent Johnson motioned to him. “And live, from Saturday Night,” she murmured.

Steve set his gaze on the camera. Attention, he thought, but changed his mind. This wasn’t a call to arms to the agents of SHIELD. This was a message to everyone in Times Square, a plea to keep going to the everyday people. “Hello,” he began, “this is Steve Rogers. In the words of this ‘Syndicate’, I’ll dispense with the pleasantries.” He paused, seeing Johnson’s smirk of amusement in the corner of his eye. “I’m here to talk to you about the Accords.” Steve would bet every cent to his name that some expected this to be the end of it. He could easily throw in the towel now—raise the white flag. He could, but he wouldn’t. Not ever. “Some of you out there have been hunting me down. Some of you stand with me, after all this time. I’m here to talk to both of you, and everyone in the middle, still not sure what’s right. What’s best. Listen to me, now, like you listened to the Syndicate and Orse. The right thing to do is to keep fighting,” Steve continued, looking down for a moment at the shield lying on the table in front of him. He could see Howard’s handiwork in the grooves, Peggy’s bullets near the center, Bucky’s catch as the Winter Soldier, Clint’s hand off against Ultron, and Natasha’s own volley—always picking up after you boys. The shield has always been held by heroes, heroes just as brave as Hellcat.

He lifted his gaze back to the camera. “The Syndicate wants you to stop. The Panel wants you to stop. Stop fighting this ridiculous, losing battle against them. A fight they started,” Steve reminded them, sternly as he dared. “They aren’t against action, though. They’re against you. Us. The ‘gifted’ and the ‘freaks’. They want to reclaim the city and the world from the people who make it better. I quote Trish Walker—I’m sick of this bullshit, aren’t you?” He demanded, leaning forward a little. “They both want to steal your freedom. They both want to steal the world from you. Trish Walker died for it. Trish Walker and that masked boy were murdered for upsetting the status quo.” Steve felt a flush of anger rising on his neck. That, at least, hadn’t been washed away by the serum. “Orse, meanwhile, calls this a tragedy. ‘United we stand’, he says. He’s got it wrong. He wants you to forget about the sword hanging over your heads when you blame the Syndicate for Miss Walker’s death, for that boy’s death. He’s wrong. Hear me? The Panel and the Syndicate are both responsible, and it’s up to us—up to you—to unite against them. See them for what they are: the common enemy. Orse wants security over secrecy,” Steve went on, coldly. “At a price. The price of your identity. I’m not willing to pay that price. Not this time, and neither should you. Stand for the right thing. Stand together. Stand as bravely as Miss Walker did, when she held the line until the end.” Steve paused again, letting it sink in. “I won’t speak for the Avengers, but I am speaking for myself, and for the Justice League. We’ve set aside our differences for the greater good, you see. For you.

“Compromise where you can, a friend of mine once said. Where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say ‘No, you move’. I know I’m asking for a lot,” Steve said, acknowledging Johnson’s wrap-it-up gesture. He’d given them enough to chew on. “But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to give you the right to choose. The right to freedom. The right to privacy. The right to do what’s right, to the best of your ability. Goodnight, and thanks for listening.”

WHAT’S HAPPENED:

Trish Walker was brutally murdered in a live broadcast at 9pm last night.

The Syndicate have stepped forward out of the shadows. In a pre-recorded message, they claim responsibility for killing Trish Walker, the boy in Times Square, and the other brutal murders of Inhumans and heroes that have occurred over the last few months. Their message is clear: they want a world free of ‘freaks,’ and will kill to make it a reality. They warn those against them to stand aside, and those who agree to join them as quickly as possible.

The Accords and Accountability Panel gave a broadcast after the Syndicate’s message. Mr. Orse spoke of the Panel’s grief over losing Trish, their spokesperson, and once again implored all unreigstered individuals to come forward. The Panel has decided to waive all criminal charges that might arise against them, a blankest amnesty for any and all who choose to register now and help them track down the Syndicate.

Captain America gave the broadcast as seen above calling the heroes and citizens to arms.

PROMPTS:

REGISTERED HEROES:

A team of the registered heroes hunting down the Syndicate, this can be done either in pairs or as a group. We suggest that they find a lead, but no specific location of the Syndicate. (If you’d like them to discover something bigger, please message the main!) We’d expect this to be action packed and tense! The government is scrambling.

The registered heroes discussing what to do, whether they still support their cause, and together, rethink their position with the Accords. This can be a member of the Strike Force, a member of their heroes who have joined, or a registered hero with a citizen! This can also be done SOLO.

Registered heroes may also leave the government to ally themselves with the Alliance! We suggest you plot this further with the current members, which include Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. We’ll keep you updated as people join in the ooc blog!

UNREGISTERED HEROES:

Unregistered heroes banding together with the Justice League/Avengers alliance. They can seek them out at various locations to be plotted in the future. Current members include Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. We’ll keep you updated as people join in the ooc blog!

Like the registered heroes, the unregistered will likely take it upon themselves to hunt down the Syndicate. Like above, we suggest they find leads, but nothing concrete. This would be an action packed thread, and tensions would be running high.

GENERAL:

Shows of support for those that have not registered can also be seen through protests, blog posts, and simple discussions between characters. We’d love to see people participate through whatever means possible! Write up an open starter at a protest, write up a blog post your character did, we’re flexible.

#rebuildplotdrop #big shout outs to cris for helping us come up with this and to ry for writing steve's brilliant part!

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Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! ~Chapter 3~ Standing up from sitting on a medium-sized rock, I check my drawing of the outside of the cave-a hole about the size of a small bedroom in width in the side of the cliff face on the northern edge of the forest near my uncle's house. Satisfied that I got enough detail in my drawing, I close my sketchbook and put it and my graphite pencil back in my bag. 'I want to show this to Matt; make him see for himself that I am seeing a cave where I said it was. Now,' I added, taking a deep breath, 'let's see what is in this cave.' I walk towards it, stopping at the entrance. "Hello?" I call out, the sound reverberating off the cave walls. "Is anyone there?" I listen, hoping to hear.....something. Nothing. Not a single sound. Slowly, I walk in, taking one step at a time, and keep one hand on the wall. 'I wonder how far this goes?' 'Please, watch your step.' I stop. 'Huh?' I look around, to try to pinpoint where the voice came from. "Wh-who said that?" I ask, partly curious, and partly nervous. "Who are you?" All of a sudden, the room lights up. When my eyes adjust to the sudden light, what I see is astounding. 'Wow!' My eyes widen at the sight. Dragon eggs. More dragon eggs than I can count and each one is different. I see a light blue one; a darker blue one; one that is half light pink and half dark pink. I see a multicolored one; one that is a solid midnight black. I see a rainbow egg; a glitter rainbow egg. Plus, there were also a lot that were hidden behind other eggs. As my gaze travels across the room, I am stopped by a multi-colored dragon the size of a small house lying in the center of the room. I then realize this dragon was the reason the room was lit; the dragon was glowing. 'Yes, I know. You can barely contain your excitement.' Suddenly, I realize this dragon's-female-voice was the one I heard in my head. "I am sorry to intrude," I start, slowly walking up to her while avoiding the eggs. "I saw the cave's entrance and was curious." 'You were also scared.' she says, still speaking into my mind. "Yes," I agree. "And the reason for that is-" 'I know the reason, child,' she interrupts. 'No one can see the cave. Except you. Why?' "I-I don't know." I stammer, gripping and twisting the strap of my bag. "Will you help me find out why?" 'I would like to know myself.' She sits up straighter. "What do I have to do?" I ask, letting go of my bag strap. 'Are you sure?' she asks. "Yes." I respond, standing up straighter, placing my hands down at my sides. 'I cannot guarantee that it will not be painful. Now, are you sure?' "Yes." I say, after a moment's hesitation. 'All right then. I will look deep into your mind and soul,' she said, looking directly into my eyes, 'but, to do that, I need you to close your eyes.' I comply. 'The next thing is that you will need to brace yourself and be prepared. Now, empty your mind. Think only of your breathing.' I follow what she says, only focusing on each breath. Within minutes, I feel calmer, more relaxed. 'You will feel a slight nudge into your mind, and, when you do, do not be afraid. Embrace it, accept it.' At first, I don't feel anything, but then I feel something pulling at my mind, my concsiousness; like someone very carefully pulling a blind person in the right direction. Every part of me wants to push away and resist. Instead, I remain calm and embrace the tugging, open up to it. When I do, I almost fall to my knees. I am hit with magic so powerful that it can wipe out entire armies in a single spell cast. Magic that can torture. I scream in pain. Then, I feel magic that is gentle enough to heal even a fatal wound, calming my mind and body. I feel magic that is powerful enough to rapidly heat up or cool down an entire room. Then, all at once, it all disappears and my mind is once again my own. When I open my eyes, I am lying on the floor of the cave in the fetal position, breathing heavy and soaking in my own sweat. 'Well, well, well,' she says, seemingly impressed. I start to sit up, slowly, to make sure I don't feel sick. "What was that?" I ask, still breathing hard. 'That dear child,' she says, sitting straighter, 'is natural magic. Everything you felt you will one day be able to do with enough training and practice. But only if you have the right guidance.' "Guidance?" I ask, standing up. "What do you mean? Are you telling me you are going to teach me how to do all of that?" 'Heavens, no.' she says, putting one foot over the other. 'I can't be next to you all the time. I will give you one of my children.' I raise an eyebrow. 'Walk around. Look at all of my eggs. One of them is bound to hatch. That one will be your lifelong companion.' I walk around, carefully looking at and holding each one. I do so for several minutes, but not a single dragon is born from- CRACK! I turn around. I don't see where the cracking egg is. CRACK! I try to follow the sound, but it is hard to pinpoint the exact location of the egg with the sound bouncing off the cave walls. 'Move two paces to your right.' I listen to her and follow her instructions. 'Now take four steps back.' I take four steps back and, out of the corner of my eye, I see an egg that is different shades of purple all blended together with cracks in it. 'This is the one.' I thought, kneeling down to get a better look. 'Bring the egg closer to me. I would like to get a better look. It is not everyday that I have the opportunity to see one one of my childeren hatch.' Very carefully, I lift the egg and walk over to the mother dragon, setting the egg down where she can see it. As soon as I have set the egg back down, it starts to crack once again. Sitting down, I watch as a small white dragon emerges from the egg. As soon as the dragon is free from it's shell, I know in an instant that it is a female. In that same instant, a name flashes in my mind: Ayethusa. 'Her name is now Ayethusa. She is your companion and will help you and your magic grow and become stronger. Treat her well, and she will return that in kind.' "Thank you, ma'am." I say, looking from my new companion to her mother. 'Just call me Mother.' she says, sincerity clear in her voice. 'And you are most welcome, child.' Suddenly, I realize I have a lot of explaining to do to my uncle. "Crap." My shoulders fall. "What am I going to tell my uncle? He doesn't believe this cave exists, let alone that a dragon and eggs reside here. Plus, he wasn't too happy about my using his money to buy my emerald necklace." 'You know,' she says, after a minute, 'I might know of a way that you can use that necklace so it is not just a piece of jewelry.' "What do you mean?" I ask, standing up. 'Let me get a closer look at it.' I take it off and hold it out to her. she closes her eyes and leans close to it, then breathes on it for a minute. 'There,' she says, after she gets done. 'Now, it will help you control your magic.' I give her a questioning look. 'Think of it as a centerpiece. Your magic is in you, not your necklace. The necklace is just there to help you control it, like a bridge over a raging river.' "Oh, okay." I clasp the necklace back on. "But, I still don't know how I am going to explain my new companion to my uncle." 'You leave that to me.' she says with confidence. 'Just make sure you bring him to my cave.' All of a sudden, I start to hear footsteps echoing down the cave towards the entrance. I turn, suddenly on alert. 'Don't worry.' she says, in reassurance. 'It is just your uncle.' "My uncle??" I turn back to Mother. "What do you MEAN my uncle?" "Woah." I turn to see my uncle walking in, eyes wide trying to see as much as possible. "Hey, uncle Matt." I say, hoping he is still not mad at me too much. He turns towards me. "Amberle," he says, still in a bit of a shock. "You were right. There is a cave." 'Welcome, Matt.' He turns, obviously starting to freak out. "Who said that?" "Uncle Matt," I say, pointing to the Mother dragon, "meet Mother. She is the Mother dragon." He turns towards her, eyes wide for a moment before regaining his composure. "Nice to meet you." he says, bowing. "Also," I add, lifting up Ayethusa, "I would like to introduce my companion, Ayethusa." "Wait, companion?" he asks, confused. "As in, from the legend?" "Yep." I answer. "this is the legendary hidden cave." "According to the legend," Matt starts, furrowing his eyebrows, "this cave was supposed to be hidden, and that no has been able to find it." 'That is correct.' Mother responds. 'No one has been able to find it; not until your neice, that is.' "My neice?" he asks, turning to me. "You mean, Amberle? But how?" He turns back to Mother. 'Your neice has natural-born magic.' Mother explains. 'That is how she was able to see past my glamor wall.' "I never knew you had magic, Amberle." he says, walking towards me. "Neither did I." I declare, letting Ayethusa rest on my shoulders. "Not until Mother showed me.' "So, wait a minute," he says, still a bit confused, "I have never been able to see the cave. How is it I can see it now?" 'Because I took down the glamor wall, thus allowing you to find the cave.' "Ah," he responds, understanding. "That makes sense." CRACK! "What was that?" Matt asks, furrowing his eyebrows and looking around the room. 'It would seem that your companion is ready to meet you.' Mother says, sitting up and looking around the room. "My companion?" he repeats. "But, where?" "Follow the sound of the cracking," I instruct, "and find the source." He starts walking around, looking at all of the eggs. After hearing the cracking echoing off the walls for a couple of minutes, I see my uncle bending down to pick up an egg. He stands up and brings the egg over to Mother and me. "I think I found it." He sets the light pastel green colored egg down on the floor just in time to see it crack once more before a bright metallic silver dragon emerges. "Bartholomew." Matt almost whispers, before blinking. "Where did that come from?" "Was that the name that popped in your head, uncle Matt?" I ask, walking towards him. "Yeah," he answers, "and, somehow, I knew that he was a male." 'That is the bond between a dragon and their lifelong companion. Matt, this silver dragon is now yours. He will help you grow. Treat him well, and he will treat you the same.' "You can bet," he says, picking up his new companion, "that I will take good care of him." Mother just nods. "Thank you, Mother." I say, turning to her. 'You are welcome.' My uncle and I turn and leave the cave, bringing our new companions with us. "Let's go home, shall we?" my uncle asks, enjoying having a new companion. "Yes, let's." I grin. Time to go home.

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