Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash unfortunately (neither show nor character).
Story: Side-fic to "Flash Through Like Lightning", where Eobard starts and ends with Barry Allen, and the continuous time travel he goes through for her. His origin all the way to yet another beginning.
Set as an AU, genderbending fic.
Spoilers: All seasons and Flash universes.
Warnings: Age disparity, cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and maybe some sexual situations…
Pairings: Reverse Flash/Fem!Barry
A/n: I shouldn't listen to Pruit Igoe & Prophecies from the Watchmen OST on repeat. It's why this thing gives me a Watchmen vibe XD

The Eobard Chronicles
Eobard Origin I

The year is 2151. He is born Eobard Malachias Thawne, the son of two parents who have created him and chosen the best of genetics from their family line. His hair is as blond as the Greek god Apollo, and his skin is unblemished and soft as newborn skin is supposed to be. He has eyes of the azure skies, which are also intelligent and knowing even just after birth.

He has just been born, and already he is aware and mindful of the world he was thrust into.

The years pass and he is no longer a baby. He is a child, but he does not act like one. He's smart. He's intuitive. He's precocious.

His parents are proud of him and call him a genius, citing they'd chosen well in their gene selection. He is seven years old when they decide to try for another one, to resolve the one flaw about him. His inability to socialize.

Robern Tiberius Thawne is then born. He struggles to take care of his brother, whom his parents leave off to him most of the time. Eobard is a child, but he is smart and despite his frustrations, he learns to be a parent to his younger brother.

Eobard is still incapable of socializing. He does not see the need, especially when the rule of society is to connect but not to keep close.

"It's 'connect but not connect,'" his mother says.

It is a conundrum, a hypocrisy. It makes no sense, but intimacy is frowned upon in his society. Smile and connect…but don't let anyone come too close. Eobard prefers to daydream, live outside of this society that has rules, too many rules, but not enough sense.

He hears about heroes and daydreams about a world where he is surrounded by heroes and maybe even become one himself…

Eobard is eleven when his class is taken to go to the Museum of Heroes. It is an amazing architectural goliath, celebrating all the heroes that have formed the Age of Heroes of the past. He passes Captain Atom, The Question, even Supergirl. They are all awe-inspiring and Eobard, for once, doesn't daydream but lives in the moment and in this glorious temple of a golden age.

But then they head to a separate division and he is confronted with not just heroes but gods.

They enter first to visit the section dedicated to Green Lantern –the man that was Hal Jordan. Shades of green encompass the exhibit in emerald wonder, and he is continually in perpetual awe. He barely catches up to his class, caught up in the glamor of heroes passed.

They enter Wonder Woman's exhibit and it's blue and red, with gold accents everywhere. The ceiling has stars in its skies, and a gold statue of the Amazonian to match with the emerald crystal likeness of Green Lantern in the other room. He reluctantly pulls himself out of that room, even more than the first time.

But it is the next room that has him enraptured.

The room is swathed in comforting shades of scarlet red and warm gold hues. There is a towering ruby effigy in the middle of the room and he gazes in more than just awe.

He's worshipful.

Her name is Barry Allen. She is beautiful. The various holograms around the enormous room show that, just as much as the effigy has sculpted her into a goddess. Her eyes are like a kaleidoscope, a hazel that has fragments of blue and green meshed together on a background of brown, and flecks of gold dotted randomly. Her brunette hair is tightly kept to her head in a fishtail updo, but he aches to push back the wayward strands in front of her face.

But it is her lips that he locks onto. Not because they are soft and pouty, but because they quirk up into a smile, an unfamiliar gesture in his society. Her face, her expression…it is so much more different than the world he lives in accepts. Not even the other heroes he's passed by are the same as the way she looks at him now.

Sweet, kind…gentle…warm and welcoming…

Everything the world now deems unacceptable and useless. His society is cold and rigid.

Barry's gaze and smile beckons and calls out to him.

This is his first overture. This is when and where he decides his life and his true calling.

Eobard will meet her at any cost.

He is fifteen. It is four years since Barry Allen, even not flesh and blood, had come into his life and turn his head all around. He collects memorabilia of The Flash. He has her biography made by her foster sister Iris. He dreams about her.

When he has his first wet dream, he does not tell his parents so that he can receive his hormone therapy to dull his growing sense of sexuality, as is the norm in society. Instead, he recalls the dream and closes his eyes. He hides in the closet and keeps as quiet as he can. He gags himself with a piece of cloth he finds, and his hand trembles as he reaches into his pants. He is a teenager and in the midst of puberty. He is not embarrassed about this because it is normal. Or was normal.

In the society he lives in, he acknowledges that they teach repression in all things and he shouldn't be indulging himself, especially in the act of masturbation.

But he remembers his dream. He remembers Barry Allen's smiling face as her lips caress his throat. Her tongue drags down to the hollow under his Adam's apple and she flicks it. His breath hitches.

"Eobard."

He can hear her voice, and he's had it memorized through years of constantly hearing recreations of it through old videos and holographic projections. Her hands splay across his chest and his hand moves up and down to a rhythm. She unzips the Flash costume off of her tall and slender body, with the zipper stopping just above her navel.

His hand speeds up, and he momentarily chokes on his gag.

She laughs teasingly and shrugs off her suit slowly, and he's mesmerized by the skin that reveals itself inch by inch. Her full breasts are there for his eyes to feast on, with her dusky nipples hardened into twin peaks. She slides the suit off of her hands, and it hangs precariously around her waist. He can see a hint of curls in the shadow of the suit's v curve around her lower body.

She tilts her head and a smile curls even wider on those precious lips. He hears her tinkling laugh as she hooks her fingers around her clinging suit and moves it over her arse before letting go and letting it drop to her ankles. She's now bare and tempting and still all smiles.

"Eobard, come here."

He is a fifteen year old teenager, and his fantasies are plagued by a woman he cannot have but of whom is the only real woman he knows. She welcomes him. She is warm. She is beautiful.

She is not repressed. She is a vibrant being.

His hands are not calloused. They are soft and unworked. They do not know pains of labor and have not known a day of hard work. They feel like silk against himself and he could almost pretend it was her hand. Her speeding hand is torturous, going at a painful but pleasurable pace that's inhuman and makes him burn. She stops and slows. Her soft hand is now gentle, and the contrast makes him ache.

Barry's hand begins to vibrate.

Eobard can feel the vibrations around himself. They are slow, and an almost lazy hum that massages himself into a satisfied but needful state. Through her vibrating hand, he can feel the power thrumming through her veins, through her powerful body. Her fingers flex. She palms the underside of him.

The vibrations speed up and he yelps around his gag, as the vibrations act like an earthquake that tears into him. She takes her hand and creates a fist, unforgivingly holding it there as she ups the vibrations faster and faster. She stops. He cries pathetically. He hears her lyrical laughter again.

Barry steps out of her suit, letting the uniform slip off her ankles and leaves it behind her as she comes to him. Her body is slightly vibrating in a show of power, and she leans over him as she retrieves him and positions herself over it. Up close, Eobard can see the lightning lightly crackling over her glistening body, creating a golden sheen over her skin and making his vision of her as a goddess even more a reality.

Slowly, she slips him into her tight heat and she's so tight. The vibrations he noted before isn't just restricted to around her body, but her core is like a pulsing cavern that welcomes him into it like he is coming home. She shifts and then she starts to move.

She's bouncing on his lap with no hurry, because she's always been about speed and she's always been in control of that. How fast (or how slow) they go depends on her. She is Speed. He is her maintainer and just along for the ride.

He doesn't disagree with that notion.

He holds her steady, his hands placed on her waist. He rolls his hips with her, his breath catching and losing it as she clenches around him sporadically, naturally and because of the vibrations. He is young. He is insatiable. So Eobard dives his face into her chest and latches onto one of her breasts, teeth catching around one of her nipples. He tugs at it, lets his tongue slither out of his mouth and roll around the nub, and then sucks on it with his lips.

Eobard is rewarded as she moans and throws her head back, baring her neck for him to gaze at and move his mouth from her breast to the long pale column divulge before him. She gyrates her hips slowly, slowing down their pace even more, and she combines the durations with her core purposely vibrating into more pulsating-like rhythms. He desperately pumps in and out of her, until she's done torturing him. She lifts herself up back one more time slowly, and then slams onto him in one thrust, engulfing him into her heavenly heat. She increases her speed until she's blurring, and his eyes roll in the back of his head.

Eobard cums and he is in an empty closet with a dirty hand, and he hangs his head.

He has researched everything he can. Every source, every book, every piece of the puzzle he can to put it all together. He has spent the last five years (and more, if he counted all the years beforehand, when he was younger and to the time when he just found her in that museum) attempting to find out everything he can about the experiment that gave Barry Allen her powers.

He is twenty years old when he has meticulously collected every chemical that was known to be in Barry's presence the night of the accident. He has calculated the best time to perform this recreation, and he monitors the weather closely, until he notes the perfect time when the chance of a storm comes and he makes sure to collect as much metal around his vicinity as possible. He knows the risks. He is prepared for them.

As on schedule, the storm rolls in. The rain is leaking through the rough ceiling of the abandon warehouse he'd chosen. Lightning flashes and he feels anxious. And then lightning strikes, and it aims true. He can feel it hit him and course through his body like an electrical current, burning like fire in his insides.

He's surprised to still be alive, but more so that he was awake. Barry had gone into a coma after, so he worries that it didn't work for him. But he takes a look at his hands and they crackle with lightning the color of red, as they vibrate and then begin to blur.

He is joyous. He has succeeded.

It will not be long soon until he meets Barry Allen.

He practices. It is hard because it is more than speeding around. To be able to travel back in time, he will need to be fast. He needed to be fast enough to rupture a barrier and create a time warp, and then he would need to find his way to the one woman in his life that is more alive than the women in his time that act more like drones. It takes him a whole five years to accomplish this.

He is now twenty five, and growing impatient.

But now that he finds he is capable of going back even just one day, he finds himself ready. He looks around himself. There is nothing to miss about this world. It is cold and gray, lifeless and meaningless to him. His parents are just biological donors that has created him into being, and his brother…Eobard is the one who has raised him from the time he has been born and become as in tune to this society and accepted his empty place. His brother has become as pointless as the rest, dutifully following the world's ways.

Eobard has nothing there. There is nothing for him to care about, and so he will leave with no regrets.

He takes nothing with him because he has no need of any of it. He is not attached to anything or anyone. Some of The Flash collection he has becomes pointless, because soon he will have the real thing in front of him. Even the biography he prized means nothing, when he will be living Barry's life with her.

In a blink of an eye, he has entered a multi-colored stream of otherworldness. He runs and keeps running. He thinks of Barry and focuses on her. His feet pound against nothing, but he keeps moving as if he has gravel or concrete to run on.

He opens his eyes, having not realized he's closed them, and finds a bright white light. He burst through and suddenly he is in an area where life is bursting around him. Everything is colorful. He is not surrounded by white and gray. Everything is loud, not muted.

Eobard is in the 21st century, and it is the year 2018.

This is home. This is where he will meet Barry Allen.

He laughs loudly and feels as if he has been reborn.

Eobard has been there a total of three days. He is growing terrified. He has nowhere to go, or any clue as to what to do next. He has not thought beyond getting to this time, aside from meeting Barry.

He is lost.

The park he landed in is his new home while he acclimates to his situation. He takes to sleeping on a park bench at night and when he feels tired. In the day time, he wanders around, trying to find his bearings.

By the fifth day, he has been arrested by cops who tell him it is illegal to loiter and that he can't sleep and stay indefinitely in the park. He wants to tell them he is not a homeless person, but the words are stuck in his throat and he has no idea what else to tell them to explain his situation.

He cannot tell them he is a time traveler. It is absurd.

Eobard is dragged to the police precinct, where he is questioned and written up. He tells them he doesn't know where he is or that he has anyone or anywhere to go to. It is better that way, vague, and if it implies amnesia –all the better. He is telling the truth. He has nowhere and no one. He doesn't know exactly where he has landed.

Eobard doesn't realized he's been overheard.

"I'll take him in," he hears a sweet voice, and he turns to refute the kind offer (no one in his society would have ever done so) because he has only one goal and it is Barry –

His breath catches and his eyes widened.

Right there in front of him, flesh and blood, with the warm and inviting look he has come to associate with her…

It is Barry Allen. And she is offering to take him. To come home with her. He has found home now.

Barry smiles and holds out her hand to him. She introduces herself to him, even though he wants to say he already knows who she is.

She is beautiful.

Started 7/10/15 – Completed 7/11/15

A/n: Hm, this arc will probably be in three parts to properly get all the details out and all. Fun, fun. Full explicit version on my Ao3 account. Please review!