so this was requested by velocitynine- , which was to write myself into The Flash. I couldn't turn this down omfg; I never really thought about writing myself into a TV Show. So I guess just read this as if you normally would and pretend I was an actual character I suppose; maybe you'll learn a few things about me (:

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"Iris, this article is awesome," I breathe as I stare at the computer screen, eyes wide at the photo she had managed to snap of The Flash. I was more than jealous of how she got stuff like this.

She smiles at me before sliding the laptop screen to where it was facing her. "Thank you! I mean, it was just pure luck that I happened to snap that photo. Anyone could have gotten it."

"Oh come on," I smile, leaning back onto the couch. "The Flash has a soft spot for you and you know it."

She smiles, knowing that I was right. The Flash did visit her quite often when it came to writing articles and finding metahumans, which I was jealous over that too, but I was just glad that I got all of the latest news on the Black Canary. I even managed to figure out who she really was, but don't tell Iris that.

The door opens then behind us, causing Iris and I both to peep our heads over the couch to see Barry walk in. I wasn't going to lie; I've had a crush on Barry ever since Iris first introduced me to him. He was always sweeter than any of the other guys that were in our class and I always felt sorry for him. I mean, he lost his mom. That's hard on someone at such a young age.

"Hey Barry," I smile at him, sitting up farther on the couch. "Iris was just showing me her latest article on The Flash. You should read it."

Barry's eyes flick to me for a moment before over to Iris. "I thought Joe told you to stop writing those articles?"

"I told you Barry," she says, a smile still on her face. That was the thing about Iris; she always knew how to turn anything negative into a positive. "I have to tell people about the streak in Central City. He's helped so many people. They deserve to know."

"And now she has proof," I smile as I glance over at the computer screen, staring at the photo of the man behind the mask. His face was blurred and so was the rest of his body as lightning flashed behind him, but it was something alright.

Barry walks over to the computer screen then, dropping his jacket onto the arm of the couch. He stares closely at the image like I had a few moments ago, only his face said something else that I couldn't read. It was almost like he was proud but hesitant at the same time.

"Iris..." Barry fades out before looking away from the screen. "I just don't want you getting hurt. I'm with Joe on this one-"

"Barry, I know, okay? I know that this is dangerous, but so is everything that The Flash is doing for people. He's saving people's lives and deserves to be recognized," Iris nods this time, her smile starting to fade but not her stubbornness. "I'm not going to stop writing these articles until people know who he is and what he's doing."

Barry looks down at me then, sighing. "She's your friend; you talk her out of this."

"I would, but like you said, she's my friend," I say, glancing back at the computer screen. "I think what she's doing is a good thing. Plus, she's not alone."

Barry sighs as he sits in the chair across from us, staring at both of us with frustration written on his face. "You two give me headaches."

It was then when everything happened so fast. One moment I was sitting there on the couch next to Iris, and then the next I was outside, then on the street until finally, I was standing in the middle of a football stadium. What the hell?

I gasped as the wind whipped my hair around my face, some of the strands getting caught in my mouth. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I looked around me, trying to figure out what in the world had just happened. I felt then that it was getting hard to breathe, only because of my asthma.

A flash of yellow lightning appeared then, along with a red one. I screamed when I felt a hand grab my throat, permitting me from breathing easily. I knew that my kidnapper had to be a speedster, but The Flash wouldn't do this...would he?

My eyes widened as I tried to look over at who had me, but all I could see was something yellow that was buzzing softly. It wasn't until then I saw the red lightning zoom across the football field and stop a couple of yards away from me, leaving me utterly speechless.

"Barry?" I gasp before the man tightens his grip around my throat.

Barry's eyes were wide as he held out one of his hands, pleading for the man to stop. "Please, stop! You killed my mother, but please, don't hurt her."

The yellow light Barry had always talked about...it was a speedster all of this time? My mind could barely process what was happening right now as the man beside me stayed put, holding my throat tight. My asthma made it even worse.

"Barry Allen," the man says, his voice being masked by something I wasn't sure of. Hearing him say his name made this all the more real. "I heard that you're the fastest man alive."

The longer I saw Barry standing there, the more confusing everything was in my mind. "Let her go-"

"Not until I prove you wrong," the man says, hinting at a little bit of laugher at the end of his sentence. "How about a race, Flash?"

Barry clenches his fists as his eyes narrow, and I knew then that he was angry. "Catch me if you can."

I watch closely as Barry ran away, turning into a blur and a red lightning bolt. The man beside me left as he chased after him, the two of them running around and around the stands. I stood there in awe as the flashes of red and yellow circled me, making me dizzy. I wasn't sure if it was because of the flashing colors, or if it was because Barry was The Flash.

Suddenly, I realized that I needed to get out of here. I knew deep down that it would be no use if I were to get anywhere, since the man in the yellow was faster than me, but so was Barry. Barry could take care of him...right? I wish I had my bow on me, even if it wouldn't do anything. It would at least make me feel a little bit better about this.

So, I ran. Thankfully, I had left my shoes on back at Iris' house, which helped me run faster across the dew covered grass on the football field. Water flung up onto the back of my legs as I ran towards the exit, feeling it just out of reach. Barry and the man continued to race around in circles as I ran for my life, which I guess was what Barry was doing too.

Just as I was about to run off of the field, the flashing lights stopped around me. I turned to figure out where they had gone, but when I did, I saw the man in yellow kick Barry across the field, causing him to roll a couple of times before landing on his back.

"Barry!" I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling nothing but pain. I've known Barry for more than half of my life, and seeing him losing to the man that killed his mother hurt like hell.

Barry sits up far enough to where his eyes connect with mine, and that was when I saw the lightning behind them. "Taylor, run!"

He flashes up off of the ground then, almost as if he had gotten a boost of energy. The yellow man and him throw punches at one another, but I couldn't leave Barry here like this. I just couldn't.

Suddenly, Barry was on the ground and the guy in the yellow was standing over the top of him, his hand buzzing softly in the air. "I guess you aren't the fastest man alive, are you Flash? We'll meet again soon."

And then, he was gone.

Barry sits up frantically then, his eyes wide as he searched all around him for the man in the yellow. It took him a couple of moments before his eyes landed back on me, but I didn't even know what to say or even what to feel. One of my best friends was the streak around central city; he was the one saving people.

He waits for me to say something, but I couldn't form words. "Taylor, I-"

"It's you," I finally state, holding my ground. "You're the one saving people in Central City?"

Barry scrambles to his feet then, and I wasn't sure why, but that was when I felt tears running down my face. "You can't tell anyone. You can't tell Iris."

"How long are you going to keep this a secret from her?" I say, finally finding an emotion I had: anger. "What about Joe?"

He stares at me for a long moment. "Joe already knows."

I scoff. "And you couldn't tell your best friends?"

"Joe found out on his own," Barry says, shaking his head. "I didn't mean for this to happen...this wan't supposed to happen like this."

"Who was that man?" I ask, pointing in the direction where he had ran off too.

I saw then that Barry was starting to cry too. "I-I don't know. He was the one who killed my mother though...he's a speedster, like me."

I stare at him for a moment, trying to piece all of this together. It was too much to handle. "I can't..."

When I turned to look away from him, a gust of wind blows in front of me, causing me to look back up and see him standing there in front of me. "Taylor, listen to me, okay? I know that this is a lot to take in, but please...please tell me that I can trust you with this. You can hate me or whatever, but please, just keep this a secret."

If it wasn't for the pain and desperateness in his eyes, I would have told Iris. She was my best friend; I'd never lie to her. But Barry was my friend too, and I knew that this wasn't my secret to tell. If she were to find out about this, he would have to tell her, not me.

"You can trust me."

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WOW that sucked, I'm so sorry.

I did have some fun writing that though...ngl, I wanted to be all over Barry Allen, but my westallen instincts are way too strong. I just couldn't.

I guess if you liked it comment and vote, but if not I wouldn't be angry lmao