Timeless Wells- Oneshot (Flash)
When he’d first returned. He was ecstatic to venture the world. He’d lost so much due to the past. But he’d gotten a second chance. He told himself that he’d go back. To the very beginning. Although he could travel through time, he couldn’t alter anything. So when he first saw you working, he was determined to finally have his happily ever after.
“Dr. Wells, the CCPD is here to take your statement.”
He nodded at his employee.
The male stepped to the side, letting the detective in.
“Dr. Wells, (Y/N) Morgan. My officers are outside questioning your employees that were present when the item was stolen. Is there anything about Mr. Davis that you can tell me? Every bit of information would help.”
For a moment he just gazes at you. Basks in the light. It had been so long since he saw your face. There was a part of him that somehow knew he’d died the minute he lost you.
“Dr. Wells are you alright?” You took a step closer, inspecting him for injuries.
“Did Mr. Davies attack you?”
“Oh, no no. I’m fine.” He gave a little laugh, running his hand down his tie.
“I apologize I just..” He paused, eyes still very much trained on you.
“You’re just so beautiful..” It was said wistfully. A bashful expression crossed your face, and he took a much needed step back.
“Sorry! Sorry that was unprofessional. You’re supposed to be helping me and I’m distracting you. There is not much more I can provide about him other than the security footage that we reviewed. I’m sorry we can’t be more helpful.” You clear your throat, sliding your hands in your pockets.
“It’s alright. If you think of anything else. Please don’t be afraid to reach out. You have my contact information.”
“Yes, if anything comes to mind I’ll be sure to call. “
For a moment, you both just stand there.
You’ve known Harrison Wells for years. The man was labeled a genius by many. He was successful, handsome and apparently not that bad of a guy. None of your paths had ever crossed until today. You never thought much of him until you stepped through that door. As a detective, gut feelings have always been an aid in your life. That’s why the second you saw him in person, it felt..strange. He kept staring at you like you’d met before, and something about his presence felt almost powerful.
He was a billionaire, so that should have been expected.
You gaze at him, almost trying to figure him out.
“I’ll keep an eye on him.”
It’s not like he had set off any red flags. But you needed to figure out this particular mystery. Right after you found his gear.
“Have a good day Dr. Wells.”
“Yes! You too.” He offered a charming smile, and you turned, exiting the room.
“Detective Morgan, always good to see a friendly face.”
You grin at the CSI officer.
“Mr. Allen, how is little Nora? Is she missing her favorite aunt?”
“Always.” He laughs. He looks a little preoccupied, but you can’t help but broach the question.
“Hey Barry, can I ask you something?” He looks intrigued now. You gesture to your office, and he follows. When he closes the door, he’s invested.
“Have you made any progress on the missing tech at star labs?”
“No. Thankfully all that was stolen is a supercharged battery. It’s good to power a car at most, but not much else. It’s one of the newer modifications Star Labs has been working on. The charger inside allows a car to run with the battery for days and its solar charge. So as long as there’s a signal, the vehicle can go for weeks. My guess is this thief was just trying to make a quick buck.”
You nod, pulling a pen off your desk absentmindedly as you bounce it on your leg.
Barry tilted his head at the reaction.
“Why does it feel like you’re not as concerned about this criminal?”
He’d seen through that quickly. Not that you were surprised.
“How much do you know about Harrison Wells?” You can just see the excitement rise into his eyes.
“Enough to know the man is a revolutionary genius!”
Maybe Barry was the wrong person to ask. He was obviously biased.
“I know he’s the victim, and I don’t really get the vibe that he would set up his employee to steal something like this just to make more money. He’s literally swimming in wealth just by breathing.”
“So if he’s not a suspect, why are you so suspicious?”
You bite the inside of your cheek. You briefly contemplate telling him at all. If you were being honest it would only be a matter of time before he found out. Because you were going to bring this up with Iris whenever you both had free time anyway.
“Today in the office he was acting a little weird. That’s why I thought he was possibly in on it and just trying his best to distract me.”
“Weird how? What exactly did he say?”
“He said I was beautiful.” Your eyes are narrowed like you’re trying to solve some elaborate mystery.
Barry’s expression is blank for a moment, like he’s waiting for the punchline. It never comes.
“Are you kidding me! A guy compliments you and you immediately assume he’s a criminal.”
“W-What! No I-I…It was a gut feeling!!” You defend. Barry just begins laughing, and you frown.
“If you’re not going to help you might as well leave!!”
So he does, snickering on his way out. It earns some looks from your coworkers, and you roll your eyes.
Last time you rely on Barry for help.
“Can I have one coffee please.”
The barista gives a smile, and you move to take a seat as you wait for your order to be called. Your focus diverts to your cellphone as you scroll through messages from reports.
“Detective Morgan?” Your eyes lift at the familiar voice. Just then your order is called, and he’s standing at the counter. He nods to the barista who hands him the coffee with a smile. Harrison moves over to your seat. You simply watch as he places it down.
“No problem. Would you mind if I joined you?”
“Not at all.” He pulls out a chair, and you pocket your phone.
“Unfortunately we haven’t made much progress on your case. We’ve set up some interference in case he tries to sell it within the city. But if he’s already fled, then it makes it a bit more difficult. My contacts in DC are keeping me updated. “
“I appreciate you working so diligently on my behalf.”
“It is my job.” You point out. He’s still wearing that warm smile that sort of disarms you. Because those eyes hold something akin to adoration and you’ve literally only spoken to this man once in your life. You weren’t such a naive soul to believe in something like love at first sight.
“Detective I was actually wondering if you would like to-”
You jump when you hear the glass at the door shatter. A canister rolls in, and you immediately go into fight mode.
“Everyone get done, cover your faces!!”
Your yell echoes, and a few of them react as instructed. But others aren’t so quick. The smoke is blinding, and instinctively you reach for your gun, but the second it’s within grasp, it’s flung out of your hand. You’re struck right in the stomach, and you grunt when your body hits the floor harshly.
“Nice try.” A male voice says.
People in the area are coughing, and you try to cover your face as you search for your weapon on the floor.
Harrison is calling for you, but you're still trying to gather your wits. You're still trying to pick yourself off the floor. Someone beats you to it. You’re grabbed by the back of your hair, yanked off the floor. Your cry of pain catches Harrison’s attention. Through the smoke and chaos his eyes catch your predicament, and anger rushes through his veins. You aren’t really sure how to explain what happens next. One minute you’re fighting in jitters, the next, you witness an explosion of green particles.
Your legs land on solid ground and you gasp.
That sounds like the voice of your assailant. Your head whips to the back, and standing there is the very criminal you all had been searching for. He’s decked down in black clothing holding your gun in his hand and it’s pointed at Harrison.
You’re startled that he isn’t begging for his life, or even trying to run. His glare is fixated on Mr. Davies, and the man pulls the trigger to your horror. The bullet however does connect. The weapon disappears in those similar green sparks. When it reappears, Harrison is holding it in his hand. The bullet hits Davies right in the knee, and he drops to the ground in a cry of pain. You’re shocked, confused, relieved? You simply gape. There’s nothing else that really can be done. None of this really makes sense. When Harrison’s gaze finally moves to you, there’s relief, and a spec of guilt. Whatever this is. He has some serious explaining to do.
After finally gathering yourself, you managed to call back up. The street you stood on was now filled with at least three police cars and an ambulance. Harrison was giving his statement to the police. At least the altered version.
You’d given him specific orders after what you witnessed.
It’s somewhat of a hiss. A warning.
You sound irritated, and also scared. He understands. He also knows the only reason you aren’t letting him expose his identity is so as to avoid a panic.
Harrison says nothing, simply nods.
The story was that you were both drugged and taken to this spot. It was pretty believable considering the circumstances. As you watch him from across your view, there is so much that needs to be said. But you can’t exactly apprehend him now in front of everyone and ask how he dissolved not just his body but your own as well as the criminal’s. None of this truly makes sense. When his eyes finally find you, it’s almost like he understood.
You would be waiting for that explanation.
The knock on your door is as expected. You place your glass down, moving to open the door. Harrison is standing on the other side with a weak smile. You step aside, and he walks in. He adjusts his glasses. A nervous tick that you’ve picked up on.
For a while there is nothing but silence.
“Do you really think anyone would believe it if you told them what happened? I was saving myself paperwork.” He offers a smile.
“So I gave you a cover. Explain it to me. How the hell did you do that!”
You have a right to yell at him. You have no idea what’s going on and it terrifies you.
“In the simplest terms, I’m a time traveler. I can go back and forth through time.” You laugh, but there is no humor in there.
“You really expect me to believe that time travel is real.”
“You saw it with your own eyes.”
“I don’t know what I saw! For all I know you could have drugged me! Maybe you’re running some kind of scheme with your buddy Davies. The only reason he came after me is because my little interference put a block in his plans. Be straight with me, you both were accomplices and you used some kind of drug on me.”
Harrison takes a step closer, and you tense.
Your head is saying that you need to be weary, on guard. Because you still can’t explain what you saw.
Your heart however, that is the part that isn’t acting the way it should. The closer he gets, the faster the wave of beats seems to echo. Except this isn’t fear.
It’s something completely different.
“You feel it too, don’t you?”
“W-What are you talking about?!”
Harrison reaches for you, and rather than run away, you just stand there. His palm lands on your cheek, and you feel like the air has been squeezed out of you.
“I thought that I consciously made the decision to be here with you, but I think time led me here. Because we’re connected. “
You aren’t sure why his somber words make you feel so sad. Somehow your body just reacts, and you take a step forward, gripping his suit as you kiss him earnestly. Harrison is taken by surprise. You feel the way he tenses. But the longer your lips are pressed to his, the faster he falls into sync with your movements. You back him up, and he hits a wall with a soft grunt. You wish there was some way you could explain what was happening.
Why kissing this stranger felt like absolute heaven. But it didn’t make sense.
Nothing about this situation made any sense.
Yet, for some reason, at that moment you didn't even care.
Because this somehow feels..right.
