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Sitting at your desk, you wrote in the case files before you. Suddenly a bright red light buzzed from your computer, reading 'Timeline fracture -- Alternate timeline detected'. Frantically, you accessed the system to reveal the location of such an anomaly. Sighing in annoyance, you collected the case files, letters that had sat on the corner of your desk, and your bag before opening a time portal to the location.

Alarms rang as you walked into the cortex, scrolling through documents on your tablet. You sat down on a chair you had dragged out from the med bay, facing the door when the suspects in question arrived.

"Who the hell are you?" A man in a tight red suit asked, the rest of the group holding a weapon in your direction.

"Please put the weapons down. I'm here for a Mr. Allen. Mr. Bartholomew Henry Allen." You explained calmly before pointing at the man in the red suit. "Which, I take it, is you, sir. I also assume that your friends here are Francisco Ramon, Dr Caitilin Snow, Joe, Wally, and Iris West."

"What do you want?" Mr. Allen asked, removing the mask from his face, and glaring at you.

"I am simply here to hand you this letter and to tell you that you and your compatriots are due for a trial for your crimes against the timeline." You stated, taking out a small stack of letters from your bag and attempting to hand it to the group. As you attempted to hand the papers, the group moved away from you. Raising an eyebrow, you simply placed the documents on the table before moving back.

"Who are you?" Cisco asked cautiously, watching you step back.

"My name is Y/N. Y/N Thawne." You replied, causing the group to step back from you in shock. Joe raised his gun at your head, shooting a bullet straight at you. Within a split second, you caught the bullet between your thumb and index finger. Moving your hand down to your side, you looked at the group in disappointment and veiled annoyance.

"W...What are you doing?" Wally asked as he watched you take out your tablet and start typing.

"None of you seem to be very receptive to me being here so I am calling in my partner. Perhaps he will have better luck." You replied, looking up at the group sharply.

"Your husband is a psychopath, who killed my mother!" Barry iterated for the seventh time since you revealed your name. You shook your head and rolled your eyes in annoyance. You noticed a time portal opening from behind the group and called out to your partner,

"E. I had no idea you were a psychopath or that you killed Nora Allen."

"I had no idea either." Your partner replied, causing the group to turn around in shock at the familiar voice.

"Eddie?!" Iris called out, walking towards Eddie, who walked past the group and wrapped an arm around your waist. A streak of red lightning followed Eddie as a man in yellow stopped next to him.

"Oh, Crap." The man in yellow exclaimed as he took his mask off.

"Hold it right there, Eobard." You and Eddie scolded the man, as he was about to run off once more.

"... Hello." Eobard smiled, waving mockingly at Team Flash.

"He's a murderer!" Barry yelled, his eyes tearing up as he pointed at Eobard. "Why would you let him out?!"

"Technically yes. But his actions are the ones that we told him to take." You explained before turning to Eobard. "And Eo, take that damn illusion off."

"Fine." He replied, before pressing a button on his watch. Team Flash watched in shock as Eobard seemed to get younger until he was a teenager. "Better, Mum? Dad?"

"Much." You and Eddie replied before opening a time portal back to your offices.

"She was my mother! And your son murdered her!" Barry yelled at the trio, causing you to turn with a slightly sympathetic look on your face.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible but your mother was essentially timeline collateral. Her death is a fixed point in time. As you can tell, messing with such events can have devasting effects." You replied before speeding away with Eobard, leaving behind purple lightning.

"Try not to mess with the timeline anymore, Allen. You've already created masses of paperwork." Eddie replied before leaving in blue lightning.

Upon entering your office, Eobard looked at you and Eddie in mock innocence.

"Love you, Mum and Dad."

"You're grounded... And no Barty." You told Eobard, exchanging a smirk with Eddie.

"What, no Barty?!" Eobard exclaimed, shocked.

"No Barty." Eddie repeated. Eobard left the room, his red lightning following him. Eddie pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to yours. His left hand held yours, your matching golden wedding rings glistening in the light.

Months went by until you were interrupted once more by a bright red light buzzing from your computer. Your desk was cluttered with paperwork regarding Flashpoint and the new changes to the timeline that had to be recorded and analyzed.

"What?" You called out, bemused as you looked at the computer.

'Timeline fracture -- Death of individual too early'

'Location: Infantino Street'

"What?!" You exclaimed as you read the notice. Eddie walked up behind you, his chin on your shoulder.

'Harrison "HR" Wells (Earth 19) - Deceased May 23, 2017'

"WHAT?!" You and Eddie yelled, eyes wide in shock.

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the-hidden-pages · 2 years

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Pesky Feelings: Part 1 - Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Fem!Reader

Part 1 is all an excuse to write this man utterly railing the reader in the next part, and I’m not sorry for that. Still, wouldn’t be me without 2000+ words of world-building.

Synopsis: Despite being the team's resident empath, it would be your feelings towards the Earth-2 genius that would prove to be your downfall.

Warnings: None in part 1 beyond a lot of unnecessary feelings. Also this has not been parsed or edited, apologies.

When the Harrison Wells of Earth-2 arrived in S.T.A.R. Labs, you were as shocked as the others. There, standing in your midst was the face of the man who had caused so much trauma for the team…but it wasn’t the same man.

It was completely understandable that the team was so wary around him – the Wells that was actually Eobard Thawne had betrayed Caitlin, killed Cisco in another timeline, and was the reason both Barry’s mother and Eddie Thawne were dead. The face of Harrison Wells was not one that was to be well-received on this earth…

But that didn’t seem to keep you away from him.

You had your doubts, surely. But went it came to the original Harrison Wells, the Thawne version of Harrison Wells, there had always been something…off about him that you couldn’t explain.

Your meta-human ability could be thanked for that.

Empathy itself is hardly a rare human trait. Any person with half a brain, you believed, could become empathetic under the right circumstances. But somehow when the particle accelerator exploded, you found yourself going beyond the normal limits of that. You truly FELT the emotions of those around you, coming off them in overwhelming waves that all clashed with each other until your brain was overloaded with thoughts and feelings that were not your own.

The original Wells taught you how to filter out the emotions to find your own again.

But within that training that he offered; it went without saying that you felt his emotions. And what put you off wasn’t rage, wasn’t sadness or, as Cisco asked you one day, “evil vibes”.

No, it was his lack of emotion. His pure, unnerving emotional control.

Everyone around you so often would have bursts, their feelings would change endlessly at any given moment of every day…except for him. He had near perfect control.

And when he didn’t, the rage, the hatred, the pure venomous destruction within his soul was overpowering.

You almost weren’t surprised when he turned out to be a murderer.

And it was from that logic that you found yourself trusting Earth-2’s Harrison Wells – now known simply as Harry – before anyone else on the team.

He was…well, a dick, surely. He seemed to have little-to-no bedside manner or understanding of emotions, which in many ways made him your antitheses.

But unlike his predecessor, he was filled to the brim with feelings.

Sad ones, mind you. Anguish, despair, loathing, loneliness, rage, and longing were some of the key sentiments you could identify, and their constant repetition in his mind had you cornering him in Cisco’s lab one day once everyone had gone home.

He was working, as always. Working to escape the emotions, you had wondered.

You knocked lightly on the entryway to announce your presence, though he hardly glanced up, only nodding up towards you to indicate that you get on with whatever you were here for.

You felt the irritation flash through him but pushed forward anyway.

“Harry…” you started, before an unrelated thought took over you and propelled itself out of your mouth. “We’ve all been calling you Harry since you got here, but no one’s bothered to ask if it bothers you at all. Do you prefer Harrison, or Doctor Wells, or…?”

Another flash of irritation came from him.

“Is that really why you came here? To ask what name I want to be called?” He questions shortly, blue eyes darting up to glare at you before turning back to his work.

“No, no, not really, but it’s still important in its own right.”

A huff leaves the older man. “Harry is fine.”

“Okay, good, right…” you hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to properly phrase your thoughts.

The silence doesn’t suit Harry, however.

“Anything else?” he prompts impatiently.

“Yeah, um…” you fidget in place for a moment. “Look, I can’t read minds, that’s never been my power. So, I don’t know why you’re feeling the things that you’re feeling. But I feel so much anger and loss in you, motivating you forward, that I just wanted to offer…”

A derisive snort leaves the scientist. “Wanted to offer, what, a shoulder to cry on? You thought you’d come in here and we’d be best friends, that I’d tell you everything?”

You manage a small smile, which seems to catch the angry man off guard. “No, actually, I expected an outburst almost exactly like this.”

Whether he’s noticed or not, Harry’s stopped working entirely by this point, instead just staring at you warily.

“And I fully realize that just because I don’t distrust you, doesn’t mean you trust me in return,” you continue. “I just wanted you to know that…I feel you. I can feel that you’re hurting. So, if there ever is something I can do for you, Harry, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

You leave him be at that moment, not wanting to push the man too far. What you don’t realize, as you leave the older man behind, is that he’s less focused on your offer, and more on what you revealed to him in it.

You trust him.

It took some time before Harry revealed to you what was wrong, but eventually, he did.

Everything regarding his daughter being taken by Zoom was shared over a late-night Big Belly Burger run after a meta-attack.

And everything he revealed found a way to affect you. Your soul pained at his anguish over being unable to protect Jesse. Your heart warmed at his determination to do anything in his power to save her. And your respect for him grew after watching his clear conflict between wishing to do anything to save her, and his not wanting to betray the team to help Zoom.

You were silent after his confessions, processing everything that he told you, processing the affection that seemed to bloom from you during it.

Your silence lasted so long, however, that Harry began to grow nervous. Patience did not seem to be a virtue of his.

“Are you going to tell the team?”

You meet his eyes, the blue once again holding nothing but wariness.

“No. It’s not my story to tell. I’ll tell you what I will do, though.”

Harry nods slowly, waiting for you to continue.

You measure your words carefully. “I’m going to do everything in my power to help you get her back, and to take down Zoom. You’re approaching those two goals as separate entities, but I see them as one in the same. You have my word, Harrison, we’re going to save your daughter. And if we can’t accomplish it my way, with the team, then it’s important to me that you know I’ll hold no judgement if you do betray us for her sake. Because she’s going to come first, and not one of us can blame a man for wanting to protect his kid.”

It was a genuine shock when Harry actively reached out to grab your hand, squeezing it for a moment before walking away. After all his expressing to Cisco that he didn’t want to be touched, you hadn’t expected him to initiate physical contact.

What might’ve shocked you more, had you bothered to parse his emotions in that moment, would be the hints of affection blending into the waves of gratitude and desperation.

After that moment, some tension between yourself and Harry had seemed to melt. He would speak to you in a couple of sentences as opposed to the odd short word or grunt. You would bring him food and coffee to keep him going on his hunt for his daughter. While you had never felt like a core element of Team Flash, not being a genius nor an outstanding fighter, providing the emotional support that you did for Harry as well as acting as a bridge between him and the rest of the team on occasion had left you feeling accomplished in a way you couldn’t not describe.

But you found yourself beginning to curse the very thing you thought you had power over.

Pesky feelings.

Because even with a murderous speedster on the loose, and his own daughter being kidnapped, you found yourself falling hard for the Earth-2 scientist.

And as a result, you began to avoid him if you could.

You’d still help when he needed it, but your late nights in his lab as moral support had begun to wane, and any Harry found it to just be you and him remaining at S.T.A.R. Labs, he found you’d quickly make an excuse to leave.

You also swore to avoid reading his feelings if you could – you knew, now that you felt this way, that you’d be parsing every single one of his emotional swings to determine if he felt remotely the same way. And you couldn’t do that, to yourself, or to him. So, you kept away.

Harry noticed, however, and decided couldn’t avoid him forever.

He corned you one night, in a twist of events. As Cisco packed up to leave for the night, you quickly began to follow his lead, but a hand on your arm and a gruff request that you stay behind a few moments was difficult for you to get out of without any excuse.

Cisco left without you; apologies apparent in his eyes as Harry held you back. You felt oddly like you had been called to the principal’s office.

When the coast was clear, Harry turned to you, arms crossed and frustration clear on his face.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

The words caused heat to flush in your cheeks, and you began to stutter out meaningless words, flustered by being caught.

He held up a hand, stopping you immediately.

“There’s no arguing it, you have been. I just want to know why.”

“Harry, I-“

“You don’t trust me anymore, is that it?”

Your frantic stuttering stops short at that, which he seems to take as confirmation.

“Of course it is,” he goes on, a hand coming up to run through his already messy hair. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. I created Zoom, and all his little minions. I’m willing to help Zoom to get my daughter back, even if that means destroying your Earth as well as my own.”

Amidst Harry’s self-deprecated ramblings, you feel the familiar flickers of a nearby person’s feelings – his feelings.

You never figured out if it was frustration at his accusations, desperation to finally have an answer, or pure curiosity in what feelings could be emitting so strongly off of the scientist, but you broke your promise to yourself and tuned in past his words, into something deeper.

You felt the familiar rage, the familiar self-hatred and desperation. But stronger than that came waves of betrayal, of hurt, of disappointment, and stranger still of…affection? Longing?

Harry’s ramblings continued.

“I mean, you’d have to be insane to trust someone like me, even crazier to still want to help me after all this time - “

He’s cut off when you surge forward, hands coming up to cup his cheeks and pull him downwards to meet you. Your lips meet his mid-sentence, cutting him off as you try to convey every ounce of conflict within you.

At your actions, Harry flounders. You can feel the confusion coming off him in waves, his genius brain unable to comprehend what was happening.

As soon as you started kissing him, however, you pull away, trying not to take too much glee from the flash of disappointment that flared from the older man.

Stepping back, the pair of you pause, assessing where to go in the conversation.

“So, uh,” Harry’s hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck. “You, ah…I mean…”

“I wasn’t going to tell you,” you blurted out, turning away to look anywhere but him. “With Jesse gone and Zoom on the loose I…I never wanted to push anything on you. Fuck knows you have enough going on. But you are wonderful and in all your time here I just…couldn’t not start falling in love with you. So, I have to stay away from you, Harry, I have to unless I’m helping you find Jesse, because unless my brain is one hundred percent focused on finding her, then all I do is get distracted by you.”

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt.

“No, don’t say anything now, let me talk. We’re going to find Jesse, I promise. you. And then, if you want to, we can talk about this. Like I said, I wasn’t going to say anything or do anything until then, and the only reason I did so today was to prove to you that I trust you. I believe in you.”

You whirl around at that, leaving the Cortex with Harry in it, yet to be recovered. But as you turn the corner to make your exit, you pause for a moment and feel once again for the emotions around you.

Conflict, like you had expected, exactly the thing you wanted to avoid. That ever-present rage and hate. A dash of confusion. But there, amidst it, you felt the smallest spark of something. Relief? No, it felt different from that.

Victory, maybe.

You collect yourself, still a bit thrown by your sudden move, and leave the lab for the day.

You and Harrison had managed to recover somewhat easily from the events that transpired. Work between the pair of you was completed efficiently, and he still spoke his few gruff sentences to you every day, and so you had figured he didn’t completely hate you.

And then came the day that Jesse returned.

When the team returned from their trek to Earth-2, emotions were utterly haywire.

Barry’s conflict and determination, along with sadness after exiting Earth-2. Caitlin’s despair at losing Jay. Cisco’s fear of Killer Frost. Residual fear, fury, and fatigue stemming from Zoom’s existence.

But there, in all the darkness, was the pure ball of joy and relief coming from Harrison Wells.

Jesse was safe.

You were sitting in Cisco’s lab when you heard footsteps behind you. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was, based purely on the waves of relief washing over you.

“Where’s Ramon?” the gruff voice came.

You glanced up to see the scientist standing there, gun still slung over his shoulder, hair still a mess. You felt a wave of affection and joy come off you as you looked at him but bit it down, attempting not to express how thrilled you were that he came back safe from Zoom’s lair.

"Cisco’s with Caitlin. Figured she shouldn’t be alone after Jay…”

Harry nodded, hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

You push lightly. “Are you okay? After whatever happened –“

“I don’t think any of us should talk about Earth-2.”

You pause.

“Oh. Okay.”

Harry waves a hand, backpedalling. “Not just with you, I mean – I just think it’s safer if we don’t talk about anyone’s doppelgangers or what might have happened. We don’t need anyone here starting to define themselves by who their counterparts are on a completely different universe.”

“You mean like how yours was a psychotic killer here?” you offer slyly.

The corner of Harry’s mouth quirks up at your understanding. “Precisely.”

“Makes sense to me.” You went to turn away, but you were stopped by a hand on your arm. Turning back, you see Harrison had lurched forward, the hand not holding the gun as far as he could away from you grasping on to your arm tightly.

“Just because I don’t want to talk about Earth-2 doesn’t mean I don’t want to…um…talk.” Harry clears his throat awkwardly.

“Talk?” you prompt.

He’s silent for a moment, floundering, and his pause allows his words to sink into you properly.

“Oh, you mean…talk, talk?” you ask, remembering your frantic confession.

“Yes, I,” he sighs, determined to look anywhere but in your eyes. “Look, I need to get Jesse settled, and everything needs to calm down. But…I won’t keep you waiting for much longer.”

“You haven’t kept me waiting –“

You’re stopped short when, in a twist of events, Harry leans forward and places a quick, gentle peck on your lips.

It’s over faster than it started, so fast you could hardly process that it happened, but it did.

And when Harry walks away, you’re left standing with warm cheeks and a silly grin, with nothing but the reassurance that the man of your affections might someday be willing to return them.

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