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Allen's Dead.
Barry's Dead.
Barry Allen is Dead.
It's his fault.
He killed him.
He killed Allen.
He killed Barry Allen.
Wells' thoughts spiral downward as he slumps against the wall in Allen's lab at the Central City Police Department.
Zoom had brought him there shortly after revealing the young man's death. It was probably another hit to the scientist's psyche. Being in the old work place of a person who just died.
It was working.
He was no longer restrained, but the station was being filled with Metas and escape was still impossible. Especially since Wells couldn't even bring himself to think about trying.
'Jesse.' Wells thought about his daughter again. Where was she? Was she safe?
The scientist sighed. If his daughter hated him before, being responsible for the death of a total stranger, then she would never forgive him for causing the death of the hero who had saved them.
Someone who was open and kind and ready to friend anyone who asked.
Someone who was now dead.
And it's all his fault.
"Doctor Wells?" Garrick stands in front of the scientist, Big Belly Burger bag in hand and fake concerned expression on his face, "I thought you might be hungry."
Wells' stomach clenches tightly against the thought of food.
He knows he should eat. He'll need the strength.
'Barry's dead.'
The scientist shakes his head. He couldn't eat. Not after what he did.
"I'll just put this here then," Garrick places the bag on a desk. He crouches down in front of the scientist. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Wells closes his eyes, anger burning in his veins as he clenches his jaw closed instead of retorting to the monster.
"Barry would have died anyway," Garrick continues to talk, "At least he got to die by his terms. Even if he did sacrifice himself for nothing."
The monster laughs in Garrick's voice and Wells opens his eyes to glare at it.
It doesn't phase the monster at all.
"There is one thing you can still do, Wells," Garrick tells him with a smile, "One thing to make yourself useful."
"What?" Wells growls, wanting the monster to say what he has to and leave.
"Join me," Garrick is still smiling, opening his arms wide like he wants to pull the scientist into a hug, "Help me take over this world and I will spare your daughter."
Same song, different verse.
The monster is still using his daughter to manipulate him. Or, at least, he's trying to.
Wells is surprised the thing even thought to make the offer. Especially after Zoom almost killed Jesse right in front of the scientist.
Wells narrows his eyes, muscles pulled tight against his controlled anger.
Garrick merely shrugs and rises to his feet, "Think about it."
Then the monster leaves again, this time walking away so that its feet echo in the almost empty room like nails being slammed into the coffin of Wells' demise.
Zoom goes back to collecting his Meta army and Wells decides it's time to leave.
He can't do anything to stop the monster, but he isn't going to sit around feeling sorry for himself while this world is taken apart like his was.
He needs to do something. To try even though it's hopeless.
He needs to figure out a way to keep his daughter safe.
Problem is, there are two Metas guarding him and he has to figure a way passed them.
"I'm here to see the Doc," a cold voice says. Wells marvels how oddly calmed he is by Frost's voice instead of getting the usual chill down his spine.
The two Metas let the murderess in the room without a word and she sashays as she approaches Wells, "What's up, Doc?"
"Cisco's a bad influence on you," Wells groans inwardly. "What are you doing here?"
"I bring good news, Harry," Frost smiles at the scientist's frown. "Barry isn't dead."
"What?" Wells jumps to his feet, eyes searching the woman for a sign she's lying.
"Cisco vibed him from a piece of suit," the Meta shrugs. "Says he's in some sort of storm vortex or some such nonsense."
"He's in-" Wells can't believe his ears. "He's in the Speedforce."
Barry Allen isn't dead. He just isn't HERE.
There might be a way to stop Zoom after all.
"They thought you'd know," Frost smiles. "They sent me to come and get you."
Wells frowns, "How do you expect to pull that off?"
"I'll just walk you out the back door, Doc," the Meta says it like it's obvious. "I'm a loyal underling to Zoom. No one will suspect a thing."
"And if Zoom catches you helping me?" Wells growls. "He'll kill you and I'll still be stuck here."
"Stop the worry act," Frost frowns. "Zoom's out collecting Metas. He won't be back for a while, so let's hurry it up with your rescue."
Go or stay? Risk it or hold back?
'Barry's alive and he needs your help.'
"Let's go," Wells decides, following after Frost as she walks away.
"Hey," one of the Metas at the door growls. "What do you think you're doing with Zoom's prisoner?"
"I'm under orders," Frost lets the half truth pass her lips with cool confidence. She grabs hold of Wells good arm and pulls him to the back exit.
The two Meta guards exchange a look, but are too worried about what their leader will do to them to stop their comrade.
Zoom is waiting for them outside.
Wells' shoulders sag. He knew this would happen. The monster seemed to have a psychic ability to tell whenever the scientist was trying to make his escape.
"I knew you would betray me again," the monster tells Frost. "I just didn't know when."
Frost's hands billow with smoke as she stands protectively in front of Wells.
"I'll hold him back," the Meta tells the scientist over her shoulder. "You better make it to safety."
"No one is safe," Zoom growls. "Not as long as I am here."
"Don't," Wells says, but why? To who? 'Don't kill Frost' to Zoom? 'Don't risk your life' to Frost? 'Don't let this be happening' to himself?
The monster laughs, "You've made a new friend, Wells."
"We're not friends," Frost blasts Zoom with her powers, but the monster speeds out of the way and in an instant has her by the throat.
Wells' own throat swells with the memory of that grip.
"No," the scientist shouts, grabbing hold of an abandoned piece of metal to hit at the monster. Zoom catches it with his free hand. It jars Well's broken arm painfully, and he lets go on reflex.
"I spared your life twice already," Zoom shouts in Frost's face. "I will not do it again!"
With a flick of his wrist, the monster breaks the Meta's neck and the woman falls to the ground, dead.
Wells stares at the wide eyed fear frozen on the woman's face as he clutches at his broken arm.
She's dead. Killer Frost was dead because she tried to help him. She tried to save him.
Why were bodies piling up around him?
Wells kneels down and gently closes the woman's eyes. He wishes he could do more for her. Wishes he hadn't caused her the pain and end that he had.
So many people deserved so much better.
Zoom has removed his mask so he can pretend to be Garrick again.
"Go ahead," the monster steps aside and motions with his head for Wells to leave. "Run along, Doctor. It will only make it sweeter to take all you love right out of your hands while you're standing there with them."
Wells stands, back and shoulder's straightening as he stares down the monster.
"I'm being serious," Garrick fakes sincerity. "I don't need you around and messing with what I have planned. I can take you apart just as easily with you running free."
'It's you who will be taken apart.' Wells thinks, but he keeps his mouth shut.
The scientist strides passed the monster without another word. Doesn't even spare the dead woman on the ground a glance as he walks around her.
He can't do anything for Frost, but he can still save Barry.
Zoom doesn't stop him. The monster's thoughts of certain victory are making his ego grow to a point of weakness.
It's exactly the kind of edge they'll need to defeat him.
As soon as Wells gets The Flash back.
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