"You're Iced Flash, Barry," the barrister said as she held out his drink to him.

"Thank you," Barry nodded as he turned to head towards his friends.

"You're late. Bar, how can you have super speed and still not be on time..?" Iris whinged, watching as he was the final one to take a seat at the table.

"Sorry, I guess the super tardiness kinda neutralises it," Barry laughed as he placed his bag on the floor and his drink on the table.

"You will never change, Barry, never change," Cisco laughed.

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Through his laughing, Barry saw someone enter the building. They were covered in what looked like Warbler memorabilia. 'Let's hope they are fans of the new.' The person turned to show the unique logo the 2013 Warblers got for all their national wins. 'Ah, shit,' was the thought that went through his head as they locked eyes with him.

He swore he heard her squeal from across the room.

He tried to ignore her as she skipped over to their group. Hoping that if she heard him talk, then she would think that it wasn't him.

"Excuse me? Can I talk to you?" She asked, tapping Barry on the shoulder.

Glancing at his friends' confused faces, Barry answered, "of course."

As Barry got up, he grabbed his bag again; not putting it past his friends to have a peek at the contents. The two made their way over to an empty table, out of Barry's friend's ear range.

"Are you Sebastian Smythe?" She asked, barely holding back a squeal.

"What's a fine lady like you, asking for me for?" Bassy smirked.

That was it; her squeal was released as she threw herself on him.

Bassy held back a grunt as her elbow flew into his ribcage as she decided to see whether he was able to stop the two from falling over. "I'd let go now," he whispered into her ear, lacking most movement.

Her face blushed red as she realised what she had done. She scrambled back away from him, realising that she hadn't told him who she was. "I'm Susie," she blushed, "I've been a massive fan of the Warblers for years now."

"A fan, you say?" Bassy smirked, an eyebrow raised. "Which ones?"

"The 2013 Warblers!" Susie exclaimed.

"A true fan, I see," Bassy replied. "If you don't mind, I'll be heading back to my friends now," Bassy stated as he stood up from where he was sat.

"Could-could I get an autograph?" Susie questioned, "please?"

"How could I say no to that spectacular face?" Sebastian purred.

Bassy reached into his bag, pausing briefly. His fingers traced over a hidden pocket, before opening it. Within there were memories and photos from when he was the Warbler captain. Deciding on one, he pulled the image out, alongside one of his older pens that Dalton gave their students. He still couldn't believe he still had it, but it was coming in useful.

Susie squealed silently as Sebastian pulled out an image and quickly scribbled his signature on it.

"I think you'll find this up to standards," Bassy smirked as he got up to head back to his friends.

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Barry returned as he sat down, facing his friends.

"What was all that about?" Iris asked.

"Oh, just a fan wanting an autograph," Barry laughed, knowing that they would not believe him.

"Fine, keep your secrets," Cisco smiled, "when your next meeting up with your 'fan' then?"

"Don't know," Barry shrugged, "I might never see her again."

"You sure?" Felicity asked.

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Susie looked down at the image before reading the signature. Below was a message.

'Keep standing Susie; you will make it.'

She had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming. How did he know that was her favourite song? Surely he would not have looked at all the badges on her?

Without a seconds thought, she charged over to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him, chanting her thanks.

"I need to breathe," Bassy choked out, her arms constricting around him.

"Sorry," Susie mumbled, blushing bright pink.

"No worries," Barry said, brushing it off.

"Just..." Susie started, but her self-control broke again, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him again.

"Holy fuck," Bassy grunted before almost growling to Susie, "I still need to breathe."

Susie blushed again and backed away from Bassy. "I need to stop doing that."

"Yes, as much as its flattering. Its gets rather repetitive and annoying quickly," Bassy stated.

Barry's friends were watching with keen interest as to why Barry was not getting flustered as someone was almost throwing themselves over him.

"Sorry," Susie mumbled, before noting what he was wearing. "Why are you wearing this? It's not your normal wear. Wait, are you undercover? I've blown your cover!" She panicked.

"Calm," Bassy soothed, "you haven't blown any cover. I'm not undercover. I am just wearing some casual wear."

"But this-this clothing is..." Susie stuttered.

"Shit? Not what you would expect me to wear?" Bassy offered.

Susie slowly nodded her head as the whole of Barry's group looked at the pair with slack jaws.

"It's comfortable," Bassy shrugged.

"But you could have silk-lined clothing," Susie stated.

"As fun as feeling like your walking around in your birthday suit is fun during high school. It's not so fun when your an adult with a full-time job," Bassy shrugged.

"I guess," she said slowly. "Wait, S.T.A.R Labs? Isn't that a..."

"A particle accelerator," Bassy butted in and continued to explain, "a machine that accelerates elementary particles, such as electrons or protons, to very high energies. On a basic level, particle accelerators produce beams of charged particles that can be used for a variety of research purposes. There are two basic types of particle accelerators: linear accelerators and circular accelerators. Linear accelerators propel particles along a linear, or straight, beamline. Circular accelerators propel particles around a circular track. Linear accelerators are used for fixed-target experiments, whereas circular accelerators can be used for both colliding beam and fixed target experiments."

Everyone's mouths dropped wide.

"They weren't kidding when they said that I was the school's Valedictorian," Bassy smirked.

"But how did you have time between the Glee and Lacross competitions and training? As well as all the trips down the pub?" Susie asked, still shocked.

Anyone in hearing vicinity of them taking a drink at that moment found themselves either choking or spitting it out.

"I found moments here and there," Bassy shrugged.

"Still, back to your clothing," Susie said, deciding that an educational conversation was not her, "why this clothing? You're an ex-French Model; surely you have better tastes."

Lots more spitting and choking.

"Because I like this clothing?" Bassy stated with a raised eyebrow.

"But what would Paris say if they saw you? They all see you as the man on the billboard," Susie stated.

"I didn't know they still had that up," Sebastian mussed.

"Oh, come on. No one wants the 'sexiest French Model' to be taken off his thrown!" Susie almost shouted.

"I'm flattered," Sebastian smirked.

Barry's friends were now looking at their drinks worriedly. Was someone drugging them?

"You don't need flattering; you're Sebastian Smythe!" Susie shouted.

The room went quiet.

"Well done for just announcing that to everyone," Sebastian monotoned as he stood, the bag held in his hand. 

Barry's friends watched as the man they once thought they knew melt away to someone completely different.

"If you do not mind, I will be heading for the toilet, and no one is to follow," Sebastian sneered coldly.

"But I need to go to the toilet," someone piped up from near the toilets.

"Oh, put a knot in it," Sebastian snapped.

Sebastian trudged in, locking the door after he scared the last people out. He splashed water over his face trying to rid himself of his anger before he watched a large smirk cross his face.

He flashed back to his apartment and grabbed some clothing that he wore as Sebastian. Now he stood in front of the mirror dressed as Sebastian with hair gelled slick.

With the resounding click, he swung the door open to meet the still silent room. His smirk grew as everyone stared at him. Both male and female eyes are doing a one over of him, followed by maybe a third or fifth over him.

"Well," he stated to the crowd, licking his lip slightly, "I might know why I'm a model, but there is no need to stare."

He watched as many people suddenly found the floor and walls more interesting.

"Eee!" Susie squealed as she started to charge at Sebastian.

"No," Sebastian stated as his stare brought Susie to a screeching stop. "You may have got away with that before, but not anymore."

Susie looked down at his feet, her cheeks flushing.

"Maybe this will remind you of an invention called 'manners'? You certainly seem to lack a lot," Sebastian sneered as he pushed passed her.

Felicity stared at Sebastian as he approached. He wasn't like Barry. He was someone completely new - almost like Oliver during an egotistical moment of playboy fin-aze.

"If you do not mind me, I will be making my way from here before anyone recovers enough to call fan reinforcements," Sebastian nodded to his friends before heading to the door after grabbing his drink.

It was at that moment in time that someone decided it would be a good idea to hurry into the store.

"I think you need to look where you're going before you rush into someone," Sebastian said as he caught the person before they hurried into him.

The person glanced up from where they were hiding their face. A pair of striking blue eyes met his own.

"Leonard?" Bassy whispered hurriedly as he moved them around the corner and out of sight of everyone in CC Jitters.

"What are you wearing, Barry?" He whispered back.

"Answer this before I tell you, why are you coming here in broad daylight without something more than a hat to hide your identity?" Bassy hurried as they slowly walked down the street, making sure that he would block anyone's view of Snart.

"Getting a drink and scoping the area," Snart stated, "although more a drink."

"Here then, I brought it but haven't had any of it," Bassy stated as he handed Snart his drink.

The man took it reluctantly but was happy to drink from it as he had it in his hand. "An Iced Flash? Really?"

"What, they're a good drink," Bassy shrugged with a smirk. He walked the two into an empty alleyway before flashing the two of them to his apartment.

"Guess this would be a better place to talk," Snart stated.

Bassy only hummed as he moved around in the kitchen.

"What you making?" Snart asked as he saw Bassy faze his hand through a wall only to pull out French alcohol.

"My favourite coffee," Bassy shrugged, "seems as you got my drink; I need a different one then."

"Alright, why are you wearing those clothes?" Snart questioned as he leaned against the side, removing the hat.

"Going back on my past," Bassy smirked after finishing making his drink, "someone asked about why I was wearing the clothes I was wearing before shouting out my adoptive name. Let it be said that is when I changed clothing to this."

"What adoptive name?" Snart asked.

"Sebastian Smythe was a name I adopted during high school," Bassy smirked.

"Never really pegged you for a bad boy, even with my snaps," Snart said, raising his eyebrows, "got a surprise over me finally."

"Always like to leave you guessing," Bassy smirked as he sipped at his drink.

"If you stood still for longer than a second I might be able to guess," Snart huffed.

"What is the fun in that?"

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