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The Person I Have Become

By @Krystalyn_Fountain


We both go quiet, listening. After a few minutes, I’m starting to wonder if I imagined it, then we hear.

“…sure this is the right place, Harry?” It’s male, and young, but that’s about all I can tell.

“Ramone, who many times do I have to tell you, I’ve been watching Zoom for months, this has to be the place.” This voice is deeper, and older. He sounds tired, I think.

“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure that this cave is where we need to be. Though thinking about it, if I was a evil supervillain, this is totally the place I would put my evil lair.”

“Ramone, would you ever so kindly shut up?”

“Um, excuse me?!” The younger man, Ramone, sounds like he’s about to go off at the older one, Harry.

“Guys,” a new voice cuts in, also male, “If you don’t stop arguing, I will take you back to Star Labs and deal with this myself.”

Jesse and I look at each other for a moment, both of us trying to figure out what to make of this.

“Don’t even think about it, Allen.” I blink, then realize that Harry, whoever he is, probably isn’t talking to me.

“I’m kind of tempted,” Allen draws out the ‘I’, like he was debating saying it for a moment. “Not to change the subject or anything,” he continues, “But doesn’t it seem kind of, quiet?”

“Hey, I’m down for quiet,” Ramone replies, “Maybe Zoom’s not here right now.”

“I’m serious, Cisco, it seems a little too quiet.” Is ‘Cisco’ Ramone’s last name?, I think, it seems likely.

“You know, you’re right, Barry,” Allen’s first name?, I think. “You’re the one with the superspeed, why don’t you go check it out, scope the joint?”

“I guess I set myself up for this, huh? Alright, I’ll go.”

I look at Jesse again, mouthing, “What do we do?” She shrugs, but it doesn’t matter. Barry Allen is already in the room. Well, I should say, The Flash. He blinks at us, we blink at him, then he turns and says, “I think it’s safe.”

“Safe is a relative term,” I say, or rather, the words fell off my tongue as I sit there, trembling. “The question is, are we safe with you?” Jesse flashes me a quick smile (no pun intended) as she puts an arm around my shoulders.

The Flash, Barry, smiles, “If you want to be free, you are.” He glances over as the other two men step into the room, “We’re here to help.”

The next thing I know, Jesse half-throws herself at the bars, “Dad!” Tears now streaming down her face.

“Jesse?” The older man, the one Cisco was calling Harry, speaks in a soft tone, seemingly amazed. “It’s you, it’s really you!” He, Dr. Harrison Wells, fo who else could it be?, reaches through the bars, taking her hands in his.

“Dad! I knew you would come,” Jesse’s smiling now, through the tears. I feel happy for her, I do, but I’m also a little jealous. Dr. Wells looked a lot like my foster father, who had been killed in a car accident a few years back. I can feel tears welling at the memory.

“Who is this?” Dr. Wells asks, pulling me back to the present. I suddenly feel like I’m out of place, not knowing anyone here. Then I realize I’m still sitting on the ground and scramble to my feet.

“My name’s Kathren Allen, sir,” I look at each man in turn, trying to place where I have seen Cisco before. I try to, but I’m not sure it came across as more than a grimace.

“Isn’t that your last name, Barry?” Cisco looks between the two of us.

“Thanks, Cisco,” Barry sighs, rolling his eyes.

“What did I do?”

“I’m in costume, dude.”

“Oh, oops?”

I laugh a little, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Besides, we heard you talking before you came in.” I shift my arms, trying to get feeling in them again. “Do you think you could get us out of here?”

“That’s the plan,” Barry looks at me intently for a few moments. “Wait, you were taken by Zoom a few days ago, weren’t you?”


“It’s been all over the news. Your foster mother, Raina Thompson was it?, has been worried sick.”

“Was she hurt?”

“Not to my knowledge,” He smiled a little, “She seemed up right when she came to me, asking me to find you.”

“She went to you?” My knees are so weak with relief that I think I might fall back down. Oh thank the gods, I think.

“Well, she came to the Flash, but,” he smiles, “Same dif, right?”

I laugh, smiling for real this time. I’m relieved that Ray wasn’t hurt, but, I think, what if Zoom keeps trying to get to me? Dr. Wells must have seen something in my eyes.

“We aren’t going to let Zoom get you again. Either of you.”

“Oh really?” I gasp, only just now realizing that we aren’t alone. Zoom was behind them, and he was talking now, “And how are you going to do that?”

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