Distraction Redux - 2 (Harrison Wells/Reader)
Imagine Dr. Harrison Wells strolling in on you drunk and laying on his desk half naked…oh the things that can happen…
**This is a revival/new content/new look version of this series. I want to do it justice and feel like the first part went well. Stay tuned!**
You bit down on the wire crimps in your mouth as you reached into the panel for a wire in the back. You’d been working on this new containment system since this morning stopping only briefly to grab some lunch. You’d felt so embarrassed and throwing yourself into work was the only thing that was keeping your from turning into a big bright red tomato.
Despite keeping busy you couldn’t shake this feeling that something happened last night. Something between you and Dr. Wells. You stomach churned at the thought of what it could be.
“Ow, shit!’ Your hand recoiled out quickly.
“I told you to take the power supply off.” Cisco practically sang as he worked on the conductors to the new prison idea. He had complained at first that Dr. Wells was being paranoid and that the particle accelerator was prison enough. Then you planted the idea of some big scary green metahuman with rage issues and he became eager to work on it, even started having fun.
“Hush you.” You scowled at him shaking your hand as it tingled, “I didn’t want to take the time undoing all of the power couplings…you know how long it takes.”
“Uh huh and now you went and…got hurt…Y/N, that looks bad.” He put down his tablet walking over to you.
“I’ve had worse.” You told him as he looked at your hand, “I’ll be alright.”
“Y/N, your thumb has a black mark and your fingers are starting to blister!” He looked to your face wide eyed with concern, “Go, and no you don’t have a choice. I’ll finish up.”
He pushed you out of the way and toward the door as you rolled your eyes. You knew he wasn’t wrong, but still had to give him a hard time, “Fine, just make sure you unplug everything.”
“Ha ha…very funny.” He smirked at you as started out, “Say hi to Caitlin for me.”
You smiled a little walking down the hall. You would never admit it to Cisco, but your hand really hurt. It only began to hurt more as you stepped off the elevator heading for the Cortex.
“Caitlin!” You said cheerily as you rounded the corner into the Cortex, “I might have tried to become the Flash today…don’t be…mad?”
You looked around the room seeing no one. Then you heard the mechanical sound of his chair, “I sent Dr. Snow home for the night. She looked tired, did you say something about the Flash?”
You turned seeing Dr. Wells rolling out from him office as you held your arm like an injured bird. You felt your ears get warm at the sight of him, “Oh…it was a joke. You know how Caitlin likes her lectures. I was just trying to be funny.”
“Funny about…what?” His eyes trailed from your face to your hand concern immediately falling over his features, “Your hand…”
“Let me take a look at it.” He interrupted you rolling toward the med bay.
Your mouth opened slightly but you only ended up nodding as you followed him. He asked you to sit down on the bed as he began opening drawers. You watched him sighing as he opened another drawer moving things around “Uh…Dr. Wells, is everything okay?”
“Obviously not, you’ve experienced an electric shock and have minor burns on your hand.” He spouted off quickly.
“I meant, with you…” He stopped and looked at you taking off his glasses as you sighed looking down at your hand, “Something happened this morning, didn’t it?”
“What makes you say that?” He put his glasses back on bringing over burn gel and bandages.
“…you’ve become much colder…” You spoke quietly as he took your hand in his “You ordered me to work on your force field. You didn’t ask me, you ordered…and if I hadn’t embarrassed myself so greatly this morning I might’ve fought back a little. It’s either something happened, or you’re really pissed off that I don’t call you by your first name.”
“Why don’t you call me by my first name?” He paused looking to your face still holding your hand. When you didn’t answer right away, “I will tell you what happened if you answer that question first.”
He watched your face turn pink as he started to apply the gel, “I…choose to not call you by your first name in order to keep a barrier between us. It’s not appropriate for me to act on the feelings I have because you’re my boss and I regard you with the greatest esteem.”
“You…have feelings?” His eyebrows shot up as you nodded slowly, “Oh…”
As he sighed you cringed as the gel began to sting stung before feeling some relief, “Alright, I explained…so spill. What unspeakable thing did I do this morning that put you off?”
His eyes flicked to you as he thought about what to say. In this moment he had two options, to lie or tell you the truth. Lying to you would be easy. He could just say nothing happened, smile and shrug it off. Saying you were passed out and exposed, and that he simply was a gentleman who covered you up. That his attitude for the day had been because he was worried about Barry.
“This morning…” He began.
Or…he could tell you the truth. That you were drunk and came on to him. That you kissed him and wanted nothing more than to feel your lips on his again. To feel that connection that he’d didn’t know he needed until that moment.
“Yes?” You stared at him as he wrapped your hand with bandages, “This morning…?”
“You were drunk.” He tied of the bandage off clearing his throat, “And you…were on my desk…when I found you, you were topless wearing only what you woke up in.”
The flush in your cheeks intensified to a point he couldn’t stand it. You were beautiful to him and he didn’t want to embarrass you. He looked into your eyes seeing your eyes brim with tears, “And you kissed me.”
“What?” You stood up feeling the tears fall. You took your hand from him standing up, “Dr. Wells…I am so sorry…that was inappropriate. I will…I will grab my things and give my notes to Cisco.”
“Y/N, I’m not asking you to leave.” He took your good hand stopping you from leaving the room, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about us being in a position like that.”
“You…what?” You looked down at him as he put your hand between both of his.
He smirked a little circling the bottom of your wrist with his thumb, “When you find someone attractive, daydreaming is sure to follow.”
“I…I am…not exactly sure what to say now…which is strange cause I’m a babbler as you know.” You told him standing still soaking in the look he was giving you. For once you felt like he was truly focused on you and it made you feel incredible.
“You don’t have to say anything…” He tugged you down into his lap forcefully. It startled you how strong he was. He put a hand on the nape of your neck and slowly drew you into a kiss.
Your lips were like fire against his. A heat that he desperately need to feel the cold solitude of the last fourteen years. He pulled away looking into your eyes when he finally needed a breath. The hazy look in your eyes pleased him.
“How…could I forget that?” You bandaged hand reached up to his cheek.
“In your defense…Caitlin, makes a really strong cocktail.” He smiled when he got a laugh out of you, “Have dinner with me.”
Your laugh died down and you looked at him, “…Dr…Harrison…”
His heart fluttered when you said his name, but the sad longing look in your eyes answered him, “You can’t…”
“I want to…I really want to…” You told him and started to get up putting a hand on your stomach. You paused looking into his blue eyes staring into yours. You took a deep breath your heart pounding in your ears, “You know what…no…fuck it.”
He looked up at you surprised at your language, “Is…that a yes?”
“Yes…hell yes. We’re doing this.” You told him smiling brightly as your hand fell to your side as you relaxed a little.
“Great…I will…text you details.” His twinkled at you as he put his hands in his lap, “But I have to finish some work tonight um…I’ll check your hand in the morning and we’ll have dinner tomorrow night.”
“It’s a date.” You smiled leaning down giving him a peck on the cheek, “I should check on Cisco anyways, knowing him he’d be here all night rewiring my work.”
He let out a small chuckle as he watched you walk out of the Cortex glancing back at him. He sighed heavily taking off his glasses and wiping a hand over his face. What had he just done? He reacted poorly and with emotion instead of logic.
He pushed the wheelchair forward heading for the time vault. Once securely inside he stood up dropping the glasses into the chair, “Gideon…”
“Good evening Dr. Wells.” The interface popped up in its usual manner.
He rubbed his hands together as he walked toward the interface, “Bring up any records of Y/N L/N starting from now…”
“Of course…calculating…three records found.”
“Open them.” He stood in front of the screen as the files opened up. The first document read…
“Cause of death was impact from the fall…”
An autopsy report, an obituary, and death certificate. His heart sank as he stared at the screen.
