Ok everyone, I am stuck on how to continue my Hobbit AU Firebringer and this little plot bunny has been bugging me for a while. This story will be a flash season 3 AU. Post Flashpoint. My imagining of stuff happening during season 3. Now it may have hints from Arrow and LOT but as of right now it is not a crossover.

***Central City 2013***

I sat in the turning lane at the red light, impatiently tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the turn arrow.

"I knew I should not have stopped at Jitters," I grumbled to myself, as I glanced at the clock on my dash board and knew that there was no way I was going to get back to work on time.

I had stopped to grab a quick coffee on my way back from lunch when I ran into a friend and allowed time to get away from me, now I was rushing to get back to my desk before my supervisor realized I was late… again. I shifted angrily in my seat as I watched the Central City traffic flow past me and reached over to turn my A/C higher.

"Finally," I grouched as the turn arrow appeared and quickly stepped on the gas, "Maybe I can get back before my supervisor decides to fire me."

I tried through get the intersection quickly and had just crossed the median when I heard them…Sirens. I only had a second to look to my left and in that amount of time I only knew absolute terror. In the next few seconds my life changed forever. Driving up the wrong side of the road and coming at me fast, too fast for me to avoid, was a large, black, truck. I pushed my gas pedal to the floor, but that did no good with how fast the truck was moving. It T-boned my car directly into the driver door and sent my car spinning.

I screamed as I felt the car start to tip and the air bags exploded out around me. Something slammed into the side of my head and everything went hazy, as if I were in a dream, or more like a nightmare. I could feel my car flip over a couple of times before coming to rest upright in a ditch. I could not bring myself to move as I faded in and out. Everything seemed so unreal and far away, even the pain that ran down the left side of my body seemed far away.

"Ma'am!" I could hear someone calling close by and forced my eyes open and saw a tall, black man standing next to my car, "You stay with me; we are going to get you out!"

I tried to nod my head but the pain hit me full force as consciousness returned and it was all I could do not to pass out again as my eyes slid closed.

"No!" the man yelled at me, "You need to stay awake!"

I opened my eyes again as he turned to yell up at someone, "Eddie, get some medics down here now!"

"Ma'am, you stay with me, alright," the man said, turning back to me.

"What's your name?" he asked, trying to keep me conscious.

"Mary," I gasped out, forcing myself to concentrate on him and not the pain that was trying to pull me back down, "Mary Thompson."

"I'm Joe West with the CCPD," he answered, "You're going to alright, just hang in there."

*** Later that evening ***

Lying on a hospital gurney, I sighed to myself and went over again in my mind everything that had happened in the last several hours, trying to ignore the fact that the pain meds the doctors had given me when I woke up were wearing off. After the paramedics had gotten me out of my crumpled car, I had been rushed to the hospital and into emergency surgery to repair my punctured left lung and the compound fracture to my left femur. When I had woken up from surgery my parents were waiting and filled me in on the information the police had told them.

The man who had hit me was an ex-cop turned thief named Lewis Snart. He had been out on parole and running from his latest heist when we met at that intersection. The good news out of all of this was that he had been caught, but that paled in comparison to the bad news: my injuries. I was looking at a good year and a half of surgeries and rehab, as my left shoulder, elbow, hip and knee would have to be replaced and my ankle and wrist would have screws and pins in them permanently. Even with all this work, the damage to my quadriceps muscle in my thigh was so bad that I would always have to walk with a crutch. As of right now both my left leg and arm were immobilized.

I sighed to myself again and tried not to feel bitter about what had happened.

"At least the guy was caught," I reminded myself, "Feeling angry and bitter won't help anything. Give it to the Lord and move on. Concentrate on getting better."

"Are you alright?" One of the nurses asked as we turned a corner.

They were wheeling my down to the lab for a CT scan to make sure that the swelling from the severe concussion I had suffered was not getting worse.

"The pain meds are wearing off," I answered softly.

The nurse nodded and answered, "Once we are through with the scan and get you back to your room, I will talk to the doctor about some pain management."

I nodded my head and thanked her softly as we entered the lab and they carefully transferred me to the table of the CT machine.

"Okay Miss. Thompson just lay still and we will be done in a few minutes," the nurse instructed in a kind voice after she injected the dye for the scan into my IV and gently laid the lead vest over me.

I nodded at her and tried to smile as she turned and left the room. The table moved me head first into the machine and I heard it turn on. Then something weird happened, the lights started to flicker and then shut off all together.

"Doctor, what's going on?" I called, before suddenly I was slammed by something that reminded me of a wave, as if I had been lying in the surf at the beach. The machines around me began to throw off sparks, and I became even more frightened. Suddenly what felt like a large jolt shot through my head and I screamed as pain burned through my skull and down my body, causing my spine to arch.

"Get her out of there!" I heard someone shout, but everything else was drowned out by the pain and a sudden loud roaring in my ears.

"I said get her out of there!" I heard another shout, "GET HER OUT!"