Title: Barry Allen, The Flash

Summary: Barry Allen was The Flash. Sometimes… Sometimes The Flash doesn't win. Spin off of Season 2 Episode 6: Enter Zoom. In other words, a very sad reveal fic.

Rating by chapter: K+ (General Angst: getting through hard times. Light cussing).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or any of the characters.

A/N:

In honor of all their amazing ideas, I dedicate this story to Fitz. Thanks for getting the ball rolling!

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Barry woke up in pain.

Again.

It had been three days since Zoom had attacked him; three days of constantly attempting to move his toes and of watching Joe's chest rise and fall. Three days of ignoring the looks of pity from Caitlin, Cisco, and Iris. Three days of staring at nothing and wondering…

Wondering if all of it was worth it; if he accomplished anything as The Flash. Wondering what he was without the suit… the Speed Force, the team.

It was eleven twenty-two AM. If he focused enough, it was eleven twenty-two for as long as he wanted it to be, but that did nothing to pass the time. Once again, he attempted to move his foot. He stared at it under the flimsy blanket; willed it to move just a little, but it only caused him more frustration. With a loud sigh, he plopped his head back onto the pillow.

It was still eleven twenty-two.

"You gotta let yourself heal, Barr."

Barry turned his head in order to look at Joe. This was the third time that Joe had said those exact words, in that exact tone. Barry would have liked to have the same drugs that Joe was on, but sometimes his speed wasn't such a blessing.

But even with it being the third time, Barry smiled slightly at Joe, attempting to reassure him. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Like someone shot me." It was said with a grunt, but Barry understood. Bullet wounds weren't fun, and Joe didn't have super healing in order to speed up the horrible process of healing.

Barry chuckled, more for the sake of keeping Joe happy.

"Caitlin!" Barry called, knowing that she was only in the next room.

Another pang of guilt hit him. Caitlin had gotten little to no sleep, and she steadfast refused to let anyone else take on the job of nursemaid. If he hadn't convinced the others to go after Zoom, none of this would have happen.

Caitlin was there in a second, first turning her gaze to Barry. Barry made a quick head nod towards Joe. She understood instantly, for which he was grateful for.

"How's the pain?" Caitlin asked Joe, walking over to one of the cabinets and taking a packet of morphine out.

"It's not bad." Joe replied, but even Barry could hear the lie. Joe nearly grunted out the sentence.

"Men." It was the fifth time the statement was said by Caitlin, but Caitlin didn't ask again. Without a word she attached the new bag of morphine and set it at a slow drip. "You're looking good, Joe. Vitals are strong. You should make a full recovery in a month."

Joe nodded, muttered a "thanks, Caitlin." And was once again lost to the world of the living.

"Any chance you have four bags of those?" Barry asked, only half-jokingly. The pain was bad; bad enough to have him clutching at one of the bed rails every once in a while.

Caitlin winced, but she was quick to recover. "You would need at least six of them anyway, and even then it would only last for a few moments."

"Bummer." Barry gave Caitlin a tight smile. "It's okay."

Caitlin's lips were drawn into a tight line. "The Captain sends his best wishes, along with the rest of the precinct."

Barry nodded but felt his heart skip a beat. All of those people knowing his secret. He's normal job was never going to be the same again. Would he be fired?

He forced himself out of those thoughts. He had to focus on the main problem right now. "How are you?"

Caitlin looked surprised. "I'm fine."

"I'm not going anywhere," He winced. He didn't mean for it to be said with bitterness, but it was close it was edging the line between joking. "Let someone else take a shift." He said quickly, trying to make up for his blunder.

"I'm okay." Caitlin's eyes were filled with tears. "I don't need to sleep."

He could hear it in her tone. I can't sleep. That was something Barry could relate to. "Caitlin," Barry sighed. "Nothing's going to happen in the next couple of hours. Go home, get some rest - take a shower. I got Harry here. He's perfectly capable at changing Joe's morphine bag."

Caitlin looked frozen to the spot. Barry could almost see her thought process play out. "Two hours." She said at last, nodding to herself. "Just two hours."

Barry nodded with her. "I'm counting." Barry replied, only half-joking. He could really count the minutes if he wanted to.

With one last nod (something between a goodbye and 'I'm-convincing-myself-this-is-a-good-idea), she left with a soft "I'll be back."

Barry let his head fall back down on the pillow. "I know you will." He whispered, just for something to do.

The white tiles above him did not reply.

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Harrison Wells was frustrated. No, at this point, he was beyond frustration. He didn't have a word for it, which was even more frustrating. He had been in the breach room for hours now, watching it; staring at it, seeing it spin and spin and spin until he thought it stop spinning. With a growl, he took one of the screwdrivers on the table and flung it at the wall just an inch from the breach.

The action seemed to give him more of that energy. If anything, he wanted to destroy something. The very need to have something crushed in his hands was tearing him apart.

All he wanted was his daughter.

He wanted to hug her and never let her out of his sight again. He wanted to tell her she was alright. He wanted to tell her that nothing bad was every going to happen again.

And then, he realized with a certain clarity, that his so called energy was an infamous word:

Guilt. He felt as if he had failed his daughter. He had in all actuality. And he had failed another person as well:

Barry Allen; the boy that had treated him with guarded trust, even after all he had been through. Who was willing to do anything to help save his daughter…

Was sitting in a bed upstairs, paralyzed

He leaned heavily on the table, breathing in the guilt that he felt. He needed to help Barry. If Barry was his daughter… If Barry was his daughter… He would have been with her step by step; would have sat at her bedside and never let go of her hand. Would have protected her from any fears she would have.

He owed that to Barry. He owed some of his dedication to his recovery.

With a deep breath, he released his hold on the table and forced himself up, back to the Cortex, only to be stopped by Dr. Snow.

"Harry!" She exclaimed, looking exhausted. Had she been here as long as he had? "I-"

"Go." He said, nodding at her. He had seen that exact expression of exhaustion on his own daughter's face. "I'll watch them."

"I-" Caitlin bit her lip. "two min-hours. I'll be back…Right-soon."

Harry had once laughed at Jesse's disjointed sentences ("Jesse, I can hear your sleep exhaustion from here. Finish whatever you're working on tomorrow."), but now it only seemed to be a stab at his heart, seeing the same expression on someone else. "Go." He demanded again, this time waving his hands at her.

With one last look of uncertainty, Caitlin turned and left, not looking back.

When he arrived at the medical… Center (what were they even calling it? Could it be as bad as the Cortex?), he had to force his feet to continue forward. Detective West was fast asleep. Barry Allen, on the other hand, looked ready to pull off a miracle and get up from the bed.

"Allen," Harrison shuffled awkwardly when Allen turned his gaze toward him. "Bored?"

"Did you know that there are thirty-two tiles in this room – Thirty-four if you count the halves near the door?"

"You should be resting." Barry's tone had struck a chord in him. It was obvious that the young man was in pain and on the verge of – what he assumed – was another breakdown.

"Can't sleep." It was said quickly, obviously meant to be dismissive.

Harry nodded and let it pass. He wasn't able to sleep either. "How about a game of chess?"

To his surprise, Barry let out a chuckle. Well, it was a cruel mock of laughter, but for now Harrison would take it. "The last time I played chess with Harrison Wells, I was playing table tennis and operation at the same time. And Wells managed to kick my butt."

It took him a moment to absorb all of that information. "Well, now that you have some extra time, I assume you'll have a better chance."

A flash of something pasted over his features, but it was quick to be replaced with a small smile. "I have a feeling you'll wipe the floor with me, but I'll take anything over the ceiling tiles at this point."

Without a word, Harrison grabbed the chessboard that he had spotted near one of the labs and quickly set it up. There was a moment where he hesitated, not even sure where he would put the board that Allen could reach without trouble, but eventually he used the hospital table and set it at Allen's level.

Another moment passed. For what he understood, Allen was on strict orders not to disturb his back, which meant that it would be difficult for him to sit up and look at the board.

Allen realized that at the same moment he did. Face red, Allen point at the side of the bed and asked quickly if he could raise it up.

Another awkward moment passed… And they begun their game of chess.

At first, it was some-what comfortable silence, something that Harrison was appreciative of. However, as soon as he took one of Allen's pawns, the kid smiled.

"You know, the first Wells did the exact same thing."

It seemed that Allen was the only one capable of rendering him without words. What does one say about your imposter (who wasn't even your imposter) having the same chess moves? He hummed in acknowledgment then replied: "Don't get cocky, Mr. Allen."

"Barry."

Harrison looked away from the board and stared at the kid. There wasn't a trace of a smile on the young man, but there was something that Harrison couldn't understand.

"Barry." He relented, testing the name. It didn't quite feel right, but he would let Barry have this one.

Again, there was silence. The game went on, each side not relenting a single piece, causing it to become quite boring. Finally, Barry managed to snag one of his pawns. He expected the kid to wag it in his face – maybe comment something about him being slow – but instead he took the piece of the board and continued his silence.

"Nice move." Harrison said for him, not smiling at him, but really nodding in his direction.

He was just about to move another pawn when Barry sucked in a quick breath of air and bit his lip, clearly in pain.

"I'm alright." He said immediately, clearing trying to convince himself.

"Are you?" He asked, deciding the best course of action was to move the chess board away. Barry didn't seem to listening.

"Did you know, for me, it's been twelve thirty for four minutes?" Barry shook his head, as if that was the worst fate in the world. "It's like my body is trying to catch up with itself. The more time passes, the faster I heal."

Harrison didn't comprehend where the kid was going with this. "It's… an interesting theory. Might even be correct."

The kid nodded, slowly releasing the bed. "I'm sorry about your daughter."

The conversation had taken a sharp turn in the wrong direction. He was blindsided. "Me too." He replied, voice tight. The kid didn't need another person crying next to him.

"We'll get her back." Harrison could see the moment Barry realized that we no longer included him. His breath left his body, as if the weight of the world had finally come crashing down on his shoulders. "The team will get her back."

And then, Harrison noticed something. A small movement under the Allen's blanket. "You'll get her back."

It was the wrong thing to say. Like a switch had been flipped, Allen went from desolate to angry. "Me?" The kid laughed; something dark and self-destructive. "Yeah, Barry Allen – the hero of Central City – with his useless legs, who can't even protect his own step-dad. I'm sorry Harry, but I can't save your daughter."

Harrison was never one for uplifting speeches. Even to his daughter, it was quick hug followed by fixing whatever had happened and moving forward. It was always about the next step and how to get there. So, he decided to simply place his hand on Allen's ankle, and to wait.

At first, Allen looked ready to murder him. He gritted his teeth and looked ready to jumped up from the bed and attack him, but then he felt his hand on his foot.

It took long seconds for the kid to catch up with what he was feeling. Experimentally, Harrison squeezed his ankle a little harder, causing Barry to slowly move his foot away. From the looks of it, it looked extremely painful, but the action caused a large smile to appear on his face.

That smile was the only thing keeping Harry on Earth-1.

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It had been five hours since Barry had first felt something in his legs. At first, Harry was hesitant to let him doanything in his state, knowing that he was still healing. So, he had wheeled ("No, you're not going to attempt walking yet. End of story.") Barry to the x-ray machine and came back with the results.

He was eighty six percent healed. There were still some ways to go, but it hadn't stopped the smile on Allen's face.

So, after that news, the idiotic young man wanted to try walking… immediately.

There was an argument, of course, from him, but the kid was even better at the puppy dog look than Jesse was, and he couldn't say no to trying.

He loaded the kid with carbs first, figuring that the more he ate, the more strength he would have.

He made him wait another hour (finishing their chess game) hoping that someone was going to come through the Cortex doors and save him for helping Allen make stupid decisions; That Caitlin would show up or that even West would wake up. But no one walked through those doors.

So, after two hours of Allen's puppy dog eyes, Harrison careful deposited the kid into a wheelchair once again, and put him in the cortex, a cane at the ready.

When Harrison finally stood in front of Barry, he felt his heart skip a beat. For a brief moment, he saw Jesse, her little legs wobbling so much that Harrison wanted to run to her side and pick her up, making sure that she didn't fall. Her mother, however, stopped him with a firm arm on his chest.

Now, no one was holding him back, and he was quick to get in front of Allen, stopping him from getting up.

…And then found he had nothing to say. If he was in Barry's position, he would have immediately gotten out of bed and moved. It was a miracle that Barry hadn't done just that.

"We're just gonna try." Barry told him, still with hopeful eyes.

He was forced to nod awkwardly and hand Barry the cane. There was a moment – something so quick that if Harrison blinked he would have missed it – where he knew that Barry was going to do it. Allen took the cane in his hand and used it to push himself up. He made it up, shaking like a leaf; so much so that Harrison already had his arms outstretched towards him, hands nearly touching his arms.

He nodded at Harry, made to move his foot…

And collapsed, gasping in pain. He was quick to catch him and put him back in the wheelchair, but the damaged had already been done. Barry was clinging the side of the chair, nearly in agony.

"Allen!"

The yell surprised both of them. When he turned towards The Cortex doorway, he spotted a man he would have never suspected…

Captain David Singh.

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David felt like a coward.

The precinct was quiet; there was no gossip in the air, only hushed whispers. Not only had they lost a co-worker, they had lost one of their own; a detective. The TVs were off, none of them willing to watch what happened to The Flash – Barry over again.

The city may have lost hope in him, but the precinct never once lost their belief in their hero.

Occasionally, some brave detective would hesitantly walk into his office, asking once again about the condition of both Joe and Barry.

And every time, he would only grunt "no update" at the unfortunate person.

But he was a coward. There was no update because David hadn't tried. On his way out of S.T.A.R. Labs, one of the scientists had handed him a piece of paper with his number on it. At first, he had been grateful of him, but he soon realized what a burden it was to have that power.

He didn't want to hear about how Barry hadn't walked yet and how Joe was still in a hospital bed. He didn't want to know how the healing process was going. He just wanted both of them to be in the precinct, safe and sound; one of them with an apologetic smile on his face and the other one working his ass off.

It was finally five o'clock. His shift was over. With a sigh, he got up from his chair, grabbed his things, and left his office. As he was locking the office door, he could feel a million eyes on his back, watching his every move.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and looked at his police force. Each of them looked run down to the ground, little hope in them. They were doing their jobs with half the amount of their normal energy.

And in that moment, David knew what he had to do.

"I'm going to S.T.A.R. Labs now." He told them sternly, as if he was giving them one of his usual lectures. He needed the normalcy. "I'll be back in two hours."

Not willing to stare at them any longer, he began the trek to his car with a million thoughts racing through his head. The most prominent was Rob.

He frantically fished out his cell phone as soon as he made it to the car. As always, Rob answered on the second ring.

"Hey, honey," Rob said, his voice like music to his ears. "You alright?"

"I'm heading to S.T.A.R. Labs." Saying it felt even worse. Now there was no backing out.

"David…" Sometimes, David knew Rob better than he knew himself. David knew what food Rob liked (always something healthy, since the man was a doctor), what he liked to wear, how he took his coffee, but right now he felt like he was different. Would Rob be the same if David Singh was a different person?

"Hey, I know you care about Barry. It'll be good to see him."

David nodded to himself. "What if he's not okay?"

Once again, it took Rob a moment to respond. "Then you'll be there for him."

David felt his heart stop. "I'm not – I Can't…" he wasn't strong enough to be strong for them.

"David, you're the strongest person I know." David lips quirked, always happy to know that Rob knew him so well. "You're a Captain; you're my hero. Barry and Joe will feel the same, even if you show up just to see how their doing."

"I love you." David replied, starting up the car. As always, his husband was right.

"I love you too." David could hear Rob's smile. "I'll see you tonight."

It took him twenty long minutes to make it to S.T.A.R. Labs, and each one felt like an eternity. He had to do this. He owed it to Barry, Joe, and his police force. He could be a hero.

When he finally made it to the main room, he felt his heart stop. Barry Allen was shaking, his legs nearly buckling underneath him, but he was standing. Then… He tried to take a step. Harrison Wells was quick to catch him, but it didn't stop the heart attack David had.

"Allen!" He yelled, moving towards Wells and Barry, who was hunched over, white as a sheet.

"What did you do?" He hissed at Wells, pushing Wells violently out of the way and moving in front of Barry, who was still hunched over, breathing shallowly.

"I'm fine." Allen whispered, clearly anything but fine. "Just took it… Too fast." The kid paused once again, focusing on his breathing.

"What do you need?" David asked, not entirely sure what to do.

"He needs to go back to his bed." Wells said, getting up from the ground.

David couldn't fault logic, and right now he didn't care who helped Barry, as long as they did. Carefully, David began to slowly move the wheelchair to where he knew the hospital bed was set up, but then he was in the midst of another problem; getting him on the bed.

Without a word, Wells nodded at Barry, who quickly nodded back, then grabbed Allen by the underarms and picked him up, leaving him sitting on the bed. Slowly, Barry lowered himself onto the bed and let Wells moved his legs onto the bed.

"What have you got for the pain?" David asked both Wells and Barry, the latter looking away from him quickly.

"Nothing." Wells said curtly, sitting down on the chair. Shocked, David turned to look towards his forensic scientist, only to find that he had passed out.

Confused, he turned fully towards Wells. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget his duty as a cop to arrest Wells and let him be what Barry needed, just as Rob had said. "You didn't give him anything?"

"Mr. Allen's metabolism burns everything up too quickly, even with high dozes, it doesn't effect him." For a moment, Wells looked guilty, but it was quickly replaced with a mask of indifference. David filled Wells' guilt away for future use.

"The kid's been without pain medication this entire time?" The very idea of it sent chills down his spine. He knew The Flash was a part of a lot of fights. How many times had he been in pain, unable to heal it? Even now, how could the kid deal with it.

"Yes." Wells replied, looking away, towards a chess game that was laid out.

"Jesus," David whispered, hoarsely. David looked over from across Barry. Joe looked better, which was something. "How's he doing?"

Harrison got up from the chair and walked over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a medical bag of something with clear liquid in it. "Dr. Snow says he'll be back to normal within a month." Wells began to attach the new bag to Joe's IV. "They're both very lucky."

Lucky. That didn't sound like quite the right word to use, but David nodded, accepting it. With one last look at Joe and Barry, he moved away from the hospital beds and to the doorway. He had to update the precinct, even if it wasn't the best news.

"I'll tell Allen that you were here." Wells replied, sitting back down in the middle of Barry and Joe.

"Thanks." David replied curtly, still not sure what he should have done about Wells, a known murderer, taking care of two important people.

With that thought, he turned away from the chaos and walked out the door.

His cell phone was in his hand by the time he made it to his car.

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A/N:

Hmmm? Where are the rest of the gang, you ask? You know, Iris, Cisco, Patty… etc. Idk. It's been a long three days for them, and they obviously needed some rest… right?

With the bullcrap excuse, I'm going to try like hell to get them and the precinct's reactions next chapter. Sounds fair?

So, how did I do? I really wanted Barry and David to talk it out, but Barry wasn't quite ready for that, and neither was I apparently. I think that'll come later.

To Guest: Thanks so much for your review! I hope you enjoyed this next part. I was also dying for more Singh fics, thus this was born lol. Hopefully you'll see more of Singh in chapter 3.

To Fitz: Thank you so much for the kind review! It means so much to me!

The multiple POV's were something I really enjoyed. It was hard to stay in character but I really liked the challenge. You will see that I did manage to add Caitlin in (Oh my GOSH I did not realize my autocorrect was spelling her name wrong each time. I am ashamed of myself). Still not in her POV but she's in there lol.

I hella wish there were move reveal fics. They're my favorite. I could also do with more fics dealing with Barry's paralysis. I think it's an interesting character development for him and is often overlooked because he got better so quickly… I would also like more hurt!barry fics… I just want more Flash fics in general. There doesn't seem to be a lot.

OH MY GOSH your ideas really helped me, and honestly inspired me to keep going with this fic. My favorite is one cop bad mouthing Barry at the precinct. TOTALLY gonna add that in. I'm thinking in chapter 3? This chapter was more about him healing lol.

Heck you read my mind! I'm mostly putting all of your ideas into action. I wish I added more Singh in here, but it was tough. I just really like the idea of Harrison Wells helping Barry get past this.

Jeez just thanks so much for writing your awesome review. You're amazing! I wish you had an account so that I could PM you this long message lol.

Once again, thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorite, or read my story. It means a lot to me! Let me know how did this time!