Harrison Wells (Oneshot) - Earth 2 Harry
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It was always nice to surprise your mother, mostly because you knew she preferred you tell her when you were stopping by.
You giggle to yourself, holding her favorite chocolate. Your job kept you busy, so you took every opportunity to visit. Your head tilts in confusion at her lab door that’s ajar. You’re about to step in, but you freeze when you hear the voices on the other side.
“I suppose you have no choice but to kill me.”
Your eyes widened at your mother’s statement,
“It would be my pleasure.” The male replied.
Dropping the snack you rush inside.
“MOM!!”
Her head turned.
The yellow suit makes you tense, blond hair prominent.
“Well well, I wasn’t aware you had a daughter Dr. Mcgee. This just got interesting.”
“Honey, you need to run!!”
You aren’t afforded a chance to even move, because he's directly in front of you in a second. Opening your mouth, you scream. Eobard grunts at the waves that hit his body. He’s thrown backwards, and windows shatter at your scream. You rush to your mother’s side, after she moves her hands from her ears, she just stares at you.
“Y-You’re..”
You were hoping she would never find out. Standing in front of her protectively, Eobard staggers to his feet.
“That’s a handy little trick..you have there.”
He sounds pissed, eyes now a demonic red. He’s about to run at you again, and you open your palm. The white that overtakes your eyes, topped with the waves that are leaving your palm stops his body cold. He drops to his knees, clutching his ears. You lift your other hand, gritting your teeth, and he screams out in pain. You don’t relent, and Tina looks a bit horrified.
You faintly feel a brush of wind on your back.
“She needs to stop, you have to tell her to stop.”
You can vaguely hear a conversation in the back.
“Sweetheart, you need to stop.” Your mother is pleading.
“He would have killed you.”
Eobard is still in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“I should kill him.”
Jaw clenched, you just add more power. Your voice barely sounds like your own, and your mother looks scared. She’s never seen this side of you.
“Don’t become a monster.”
The new voice makes you turn, and your hands tremble. You can see the obvious fear in your mother’s eyes.
“Please…this isn’t you..”
Your hand drops shakily, and the white begins to fade from your eyes. You take a step back, and Eobard is now unconscious. The Flash races over to him, and you take in another man standing there in all black, a gun strapped on his shoulder, cap on his head.
“I-I’m sorry..”
Tina runs to your side, pulling you into a hug. For a while you just stand there, because there’s a fleeting second where you think that she hates you. She holds on tight and you return it, burying your face into her shoulder.
The aftermath of what happened has you all pretty shaken.
Tina had asked to have a one on one with Team Flash. After she’d pretty much figured out who the Flash was, you were all in Star Labs. Barry was working through what to do with Eobard.
“I’m sorry Dr. Mcgee.” She shakes her head.
“That man is unpredictable, there’s no one to blame. “
She takes your hand, eyes now locked on you.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a metahuman?”
You exhale heavily. They all seem focused on you now.
“I found out about a year ago and I was just..scared. I don’t have the best handle on it. “
More than anything, you never wanted her to see you any differently. Like something she needed to be afraid of. Maybe she notices from the look you wear.
Tina rubs your shoulder. Cisco and Caitlin send you sympathetic looks.
“It’s my fault. I’m your mother, I should have never made you feel like you couldn’t come to me with something like this.” You lower your head.
“I’ve seen what these powers have done to people. It makes them into monsters. I didn’t want to become one, but I think it’s already happened. “
There is no defense for what you almost did. You’ve never had a good grasp of your abilities but still.
“You were protecting your mother, that’s as far from a monster as you can get.”
You look up at the other voice, a bit shocked. Before you didn’t get much of a look at the male, but now you can see him clearly.
“Harrison Wells…”
He grimaces.
“It’s a long story.”
He offers.
You can already tell. From what you heard, apparently he was a killer. But he’s with Team Flash, so it’s obvious that there is more to it than that.
“Why don’t we help you?” Barry’s words make you turn.
“We can do some tests and figure out how to trigger your abilities without an emotional reaction. If you get a better handle on it, you could protect a lot of people. You wouldn’t have to worry about losing control. “ You’re a bit hesitant, so you look to your mother.
“I don’t see the harm. In your line of work it would be beneficial.”
You smile, looking back at Barry.
“Alright then, I’m in.”
Maybe this could be an aid, rather than the curse that you thought.
That’s how you ended up joining the crew. It was an adjustment. You’d never really tried to use your abilities. Now that you don’t have to hide, it feels weird.
“Just like this.”
Caitlin nods, and you pull at the suit, pressing the button at your wrist.
“It should give us readings on your energy.”
“And you’re sure this is safe?” Tina asks.
Caitlin nods.
“It’ll only take readings. (Y/N) needs to be the one to present her abilities, when she does, we’ll copy the signatures.” Tina nods. She’d insisted on overseeing your trials. You knew she was worried. She wore the exact same look when you told her you wanted to go into law enforcement. Despite her worry for your career path, you knew she was proud.
“Just remember, try to focus on positive emotions.” Harry advises.
His eyes are on the tablet in his hands as he reads the charts. You smirk, leaning against the wall.
“So you’re from another earth huh.”
He looks up, raising an eyebrow.
“Essentially.”
“You got a girlfriend?”
He drops the pen in his hand, and Tina places her palm over her face.
“Are you..flirting with me?”
“I thought it was obvious.”
You wink at him, and Cisco is trying to hold in his laughter.
“Sweetheart please stop hitting on Harrison.” Your mother instructs.
Barry is pleasantly surprised.
“I apologize, I should have warned him. My daughter seems to have a huge admiration for older men. A fetish if you will.”
“It’s not a fetish!” You protest.
“I just prefer my men with a little experience.”
You send another wink and Harry diverts his gaze, shuffling awkwardly.
“I need to go and..check on our surveillance.”
He hands the pad to Cisco, making an escape. You check him out from the back, and your eyes shift back when you see the many stares in your direction.
“Come on, you can’t tell me he isn’t hot.”
“Where did I go wrong with you?” Tina says softly. Caitlin giggles, and Barry just laughs a bit nervously.
“This is going to be interesting.”
Your training continued, and so did you blatantly flirting with a certain scientist. He made a habit of ducking out whenever there was a chance that the two of you would be alone. You seemed very driven, which also had thrown him off his game. It had been so long since he even considered a relationship. His unapproachable vibe didn’t exactly help. Yet you were unphased. Each blank reply he gave to you, it just appeared to fuel you more.
“Hey handsome, what are you doing?”
Harry almost choked on his coffee, lifting his head.
“Don’t you have a day job?”
“I’m on break, thought I’d drop by to see how my boo is doing.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
“Come on, you know you like it.”
You place your chin in your palm, leaning on the desk. Cisco walked in, making a sharp turn when he caught sight of you. Harry glared. He really didn’t enjoy this. You were like a dog with a bone.
Him being the bone.
“What are you working on?”
You look over his shoulder, and he watches you skeptically.
“Come on, I’m actually interested, my mother is a scientist you know. Maybe I can help.”
He sighs. He’d long given up on trying to shoo you away with his wonderful personality.
“It’s an enhancer. It’ll send out a steady stream of waves. This way when you use your powers, it’ll give you a better gauge so you won’t have to worry too much about losing yourself. “ You straighten, looking down at the watch in interest.
“That time with Eobard, your eyes went white. I’m guessing when you max out, it becomes harder to maintain control of your mental state. Truthfully it’s not your fault. Your body generates the waves, but it’s your brain that reacts to the threat. This should help.”
You’re a bit speechless, You know this is nothing new for him. This is what he does.. But to you it means a lot.
“Thank you Harrison.”
He looks over, and there’s genuine gratitude. Not the playful flirtation you always follow up with. It’s also the first time you’ve used his actual name. He nudges his glasses.
“You’re welcome.”
After that the interactions felt a bit different. You hadn’t completely stopped your flirting, but Harry had begun to understand your personality. Like how dedicated you were as a detective. You worked in the same precinct as Barry, so the clash of cases were expected. The most recent one had a better ending than expected. The villain was apprehended and there were no casualties.
That’s why you insisted that you pay for a well deserved burger. Of course they all agreed. The entire crew was down at Big Belly Burger, sipping drinks and chatting. You were seated next to Harry, just taking in the way he silently watched his friends smile. He looked content and you could understand why. Despite his tough exterior, he was a big teddy bear on the inside.
“After we met I thought you would be a hard ass, not that I would complain.”
You sent one of those suggestive looks and he just tipped his hat. He’s learned that nothing can truly stop your shameless flirtations.
“I’m glad I was able to help you despite your clear lack of shame.”
You laughed and he wore a small smile himself.
“I appreciate you looking out for them.”
You hadn’t expected that statement. When he glanced at Barry and the others, you knew. Cases had a habit of getting tough. You’re a naturally protective person, so of course you’d do what you can to assist on your side. Now feels like a good time to express your own gratitude.
“Thank you for being there that night. Looking out for my mom.”
Given his reputation in the city, he could have just as easily walked away, but he was still on this earth, fighting the good fight, helping. You figure it has a lot to do with this team.
These people.
“You almost look normal when you aren’t glaring, handsome.”
His expression was deadpan and you grin, winking at him.
Yes, regardless of your interest in him, you had to say that you were grateful to have a friend like Harry. He’s blunt, harsh, but always comes through when you need him.
The weeks seem to rush by so quickly.
Before you know it, three months have passed.
You’re once again in Star Labs, ready to meet for your routine check, just to monitor your vitals or any changes. You’re always ecstatic to see Harry, except today you’re a bit worse for wear.
“You look terrible.”
His comment makes you let out a low laugh as you step through the door.
“Good to see you too.”
Harry is aware that you’ve been busy. Joe had told him that you got called to a case in DC, so you’ve been gone for over a week. It’s obvious now that you’re a bit exhausted. Usually he gets at least three suggestive comments before you start listening to his instruction. He has the patches, ready for you to remove your sweater so he can stick them to your chest, but you just hold out your hand.
“I can handle this part. We’ve done it a few times already.”
That makes him narrow his eyes.
You’ve never offered to do it yourself. You’ve made a point of him sticking the patches. The first few times you’d worn a low tank top and some very noticeable undergarments for him to see. Now you’re acting as if you don’t want to take off your shirt and he’s curious as to why. Your hand is still outstretched and he reaches over to gently bat your hands away but you flinch and in response wince.
He pauses, and you swallow.
There’s no way he imagined that audible sound of pain. Now his eyes are hard and he places the patches down, looking back at you with a glare.
“Show me.”
“It’s not-”
“Show me, now.”
His tone leaves no room for discussion. With a defeated sigh, you reach for the edge of your shirt, lifting it slowly. It rolls up just above your bust and Harry’s eyes widen at the prominent bruises. Your skin is slightly discolored and now he seems a bit panicked.
“Did..Did someone hurt you!”
He sounds angry and you can only guess what he’s thinking. He looks like he’s about to beat the shit out of someone. You lower your shirt, shaking your head.
“It’s not like that, trust me.”
“Then what is it like?”
He’s pissed, not that you could blame him. You want to run, if nothing but to avoid causing more worry. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve taken a beating. You can easily lie. Make a story up, but you know Harry. He’s relentless. Sooner or later he will find the truth. You might as well confess.
“I..I got taken by the serial killer we were hunting.”
It’s painful to admit to yourself, much less someone else. You’ve been grabbed so many times by psychos, it feels like routine. Still, it’s never a painless experience.
“We caught him, and I knocked the bastard out, but not before he got in a few hits.”
A few hits feels like an understatement. From what he’d seen, that monster must have had you for quite a while before you were able to subdue him.
You looked uncomfortable and Harry couldn’t help his agitation. The thought of you not only being hurt, but not coming to them, to him, it drove him crazy.
“Lay down. I’ll get ice for your bruises.”
From the look on his face it’s clear it wasn’t a request. Harry turned, and you just let out another sigh, climbing onto the bed as best you could given your condition. When you were situated, you laid down. Your body took a moment to truly relax into the softness of the mattress. Your head only turned when you heard him coming back. He’d brought one of the bigger ice packs. Reluctantly you adjusted yourself, lifting your shirt when he was standing at the bedside. You made a reach for it, but he shook his head.
“Let me help you.”
This time, it wasn’t so much an order. Maybe he could see it on your face. Despite your playful nature, there were vulnerable sides to you. It seems asking for help wasn’t your strong suit. You’d run all the way to Washington to help your friends solve a case, but you refused to request the same level of assistance for something that seemed minor. In a lot of ways, Harry supposed he could relate.
Understand.
Your hands lowered, and he saw the hesitant nod.
Now that you were no longer resisting, he moved closer, placing the pack on your bruised torso. Your eyes shut at the cold contact, as well as the pain that followed. He did his best to be as gentle as possible, but he knew there would still be some level of pain.
“I’m sorry.”
You just shook your head with a light laugh.
“It would help if I had a distraction.”
You offered, looking at him with a little smile. From the playful look on your face you knew he understood the little suggestion. You expected his usual exasperated expression, but instead he leaned closer. His palm was still laying gently over the pack, providing light pressure. When he began to lean closer to your height, you actually swallowed. His free hand pressed into the bed, right beside your pillow, and his eyes moved to your lips.
“Something like this..”
His voice was soft, and you found yourself a bit stunned. You could hardly get a proper breath out, he was too close, way too close for this to be real. Never had Harry initiated this before, or anything remotely intimate for that matter. You were lost. Maybe the pain was causing hallucinations.
“Am I..Did I pass out..?”
You felt like you had to ask, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“From now on, take care of yourself.”
That was all he said before he was pulling away.
“I’m going to get you some painkillers.”
That’s what he said. You couldn’t respond. All you processed was his retreating form out the room.
There was a point that you were certain you imagined the whole thing. Because when he returned he was joined by Barry and Cisco who also provided lectures about your state. When you were safely patched up Barry had given you a drop back home and you’d taken some time off to recover. Your mind was still reeling from the encounter.
The next day you’d intended to confront him, but it turns out you didn't have to, because he showed up at your doorstep.
“You’re supposed to be in bed.”
He was wearing that usual Harry look and you chalked it all up to your imagination. He was just too nonchalant for it to be real. Since it was clear he wouldn’t leave until he was sure you were resting, you just let him in. He ordered food, forced you back into your bed and brought you your meal and a few more painkillers when he saw you hobble and wince when you had left at one point to use the bathroom.
You couldn’t lie. Laying around all day was boring, but with Harry seated at your bedside with a book in his hand and a small scowl on his face like a disgruntled security guard, there wasn’t much you could do.You did your best to pay attention to the show, but your mind wouldn’t give you the satisfaction. Finally it felt like you had to at least get an explanation.
“Why did you do it?”
He finally lifted his head from the pages, looking over at you.
“What was that?”
Your brows were furrowed as you looked at him, as if trying to solve some puzzle.
“Yesterday you..”
You weren’t sure what the right words were. Because the whole situation was a bit baffling.
“You’re always making advances on me, are you saying I’m not entitled to the same?”
“T-That’s not the same!”
“Double standard.” He jabbed.
You frown.
“Harry, you know exactly what I mean. Why the hell did you-”
“Try to kiss you?” He finished.
He uncrossed his legs, and when he placed the book down on your night stand, you felt yourself shift in the bed. He was giving you that look again. The one that made you question it. He stood, and you found yourself once again a bit speechless. You’d grown so used to him just brushing off the jokes and teasing. Now that he was the one being forward, you were actually a bit flustered. He took a seat right next to you, and your throat felt dry at the intensity of his gaze.
“You should remember that I’m still a man.”
Oh, you’ll never forget now.
His hand lays at the side of your waist, and the slight dip makes you very conscious of his closeness. More than anything, you want this. While the start you had been merely teasing, it’s no secret that you are attracted to him. Not just that, but he’s shown you time and time again what kind of person he is.
Selfless, tough, caring, firm, loyal.
It was impossible not to gain feelings. When he reaches over and strokes your cheek, your gaze wavers, and this time, his smile is much softer.
“It’s not a weakness to ask for help.”
That was a lesson he learned from Barry and everyone else he cared about. One he will enjoy teaching you. Because he can see it, just how much you’d like to lean on them. You’re just scared. He’s grateful that he has the tools to show you, the same way the others have done for him.
He leans in, and the second your lips touch, you all but melt against him. Everything about his touch is soft, tender. Not typically adjectives used to describe Harry. You can’t believe your assumptions were so right.
He really is such a teddy bear.
Your lips part, and your hand moves to the front of his shirt, gripping, begging. He complies happily, tongue brushing your own. You hum appreciatively, as he cups your cheeks gently. Every touch is as strong as a fire, and when he pulls back to help you gather your breath, all you want to do is complain, pull him back in.
You expect him to do something, but all he does is slide his glasses off.
“Lie down.”
There weren’t words to express how hot just two words were.
All you could find yourself doing was obeying. You laid back slowly and moved in, adjusting yourself in a way that didn’t put too much pressure on you. Your lips quivered and in seconds he was kissing you so eagerly. You moaned, hands sliding into his hair. You could taste him and it was amazing. The longer you were both joined, the more you wanted.
One of your hands had drifted to the back of his shirt. You tried to pull him closer, but he seemed adamant on keeping his weight off you. Finally you pulled away with a whine and Harry shook his head, licking his lips.
“P-Please..”
He had you begging for it.
It’s all you could do.
“I can’t. You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine!”
You insisted.
He just gave a smile, leaving a kiss on your forehead as he pulled away fully.
“I’ll get you some more ice. Something tells me you need to cool down.”
“It’s your fault y-you, you tease!!”
He couldn’t help but laugh as he went walking out the door. You just huffed in annoyance. You supposed this was your punishment for always making those comments.
He was definitely enjoying this.
