Episode 6

Bad Blood

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"Alright, is time for Player number 2," Cisco exclaimed excited, clapping his hands. Both Barry and Caitlin looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Cisco shrugged.

"What? Amy's powers are cool. She is going to be like 'shoosh, shoosh!' Throwing diamond freaking spears to the bad guys!" Cisco said as excited as a little boy, and gesturing with his hands.

"Well, hopefully to the bad guys and not me," said Barry sarcastically. "I remember her aim from summer camp..." The guy made a grimace. "Not good."

"I heard you, Allen! Come and say that to my face!" Amy told Barry jokingly as she went out of the trailer. She was wearing the purple leotard with matching boots but Cisco had made them upgrades. He had taken off the sleeves, so she wouldn't rip them off by accident with the diamonds and had made the leotard out of more resistant cloth, similar to Barry's suit. The boots were similar to Barry's as well, designed to eliminate the friction.

Barry turned to her and couldn't help but stare. His brain actually went blank for a second, but then he shook his head trying to focus in the ongoing conversation.

"Chippewa Camp, 2003. Archery field. Counselor Kosinski's car," Barry reminded with a raised eyebrow and Amy crossed her arms pouting.

"That wasn't my fault! It was on the way!" Amy replied, indignantly.

"On the way to hit the bus or Mr. Kosinski?" Barry raised his eyebrows.

Cisco laughed and even Caitlin smiled at their bickering. Amy just squinted at Barry's smirking face.

"I have good aim! I was the best at the tennis team! It was just the stupid bow that didn't work alright!" The girl protested.

"But still, you are shooting spears out of your hand, not tennis balls," Barry replied matter-of-factly his smirk getting wider.

Amy glared at him.

"I'm going to shoot one at you if you don't zip it, Allen," the girl pointed a finger at him.

"If you shoot at me, I'd be more worried for Cisco," Barry replied pointing at Cisco with his thumb, who was standing next to him. Cisco stopped laughing and looked up at Amy startled. Then the guy moved next to Caitlin.

"I have not a bad aim!" Amy exclaimed indignant.

"Why do you think were on the open road? I don't think you can't hit anything out here..." Barry kept teasing her.

"That's it!" Amy exclaimed annoyed, pointing at him. "I'm so telling them about your football try outs!"

Barry's smirk was wiped out of his face.

"Wow! Football try outs?" Cisco said with a excited mean smiled.

"The key word is 'try'" Amy replied smirking at Barry, who now glared at her and shook his head.

"That's not nice."

"Alright, children," Doctor Wells called them. "We haven't the whole day!"

Caitlin turned on the vital signs reader on Amy suit as Cisco brought out an old car that could barely run.

"Okay, so we're going to try that super strength first!" Cisco said excited, rubbing his hands.

"What? I'm not even sure I have it," Amy said nervously watching the rusty car with apprehension.

"You carried Barry like a rag doll!" Cisco reminded her. Barry frowned, not very happy with that description.

Amy shrugged.

"Well, he doesn't weight a lot."

"Again, not nice," Barry indignantly opening his arms.

"Maybe it was just the adrenaline of the moment," Amy shrugged again.

Cisco shook his head.

"If it had been only that you should have struggled a little. And you were wearing high heels!" Cisco reminded her. "No, I think the adrenaline actually started up the super strength."

Amy turned to Doctor Wells who nodded.

"I think so too."

Amy sighed.

"Alright. I'll try to move that piece of trash, but I don't guaranteed you nothing," the girl said, walking to the car.

"Piece of trash? I paid three hundred dollars for it!" Cisco replied indignantly, going to his computer as Barry walked to Amy. The girl looked up, but he smiled, normally, handling her off some gloves.

Amy smiled to him, taking them and putting them on.

"Thank you, Barry."

"Remember just try to flip it," Cisco called her, from a safety distance behind.

"Alright!" Amy nodded and took a deep breath.

"Okay, the system is ready! Barry stand by and... now!"

Amy squatted and placed her hands under the car. She took a deep breath and pulled, but it just creaked. She didn't move it and inch.

The girl stood up, buffing and turned around raising her hands.

"You weren't trying!" Cisco protested.

"I did!" Amy replied, rolling her eyes.

"Try to remember how you felt that day, Amy," Doctor Wells told her. "The rush, the worry. Try to convey all that. But more than that, feel the strength I know you have."

Amy stared at the man for a moment and then she nodded. She wouldn't mind if she really had super strength.

"Alright, I'll try again," Amy replied, turning to the car.

"Okay, system's ready," Cisco said. "Barry..."

"I'm ready," the guy replied and looked at Amy, with a confident smile. "You can do it. I know you can."

Amy smiled back at him and nodded.

"Ready?"

"Ready," Amy said taking a deep breath.

"Now!"

Amy squatted again and put her hands under the car. She took another breath and closed her eyes, remembering that day. The panic of seeing Barry on the floor, not being able to breath... the powerlessness. Powerless to help him. Powerless to help her. She remembered her father's words. That she couldn't take care of herself, never have, never will...

The girl breathed out and with a shout, she stood up, flipping the car in the air. The car gave one spin midair, before landing on the ground with a thud, lifting a cloud of dust, and startling the hell out of everyone.

Amy stood there, breathless, frozen at what just had happened. Then it down on all of them. Cisco started shouting excitedly, and Barry and Amy laughed.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" The girl ran to Barry completely hyped, hugging him, and he lifted her in the air.

"Did you see that?! Did you see that?" Amy exclaimed excited when Barry let her go, looking at him and then turning to Cisco, Caitlin and Doctor Wells.

"Her cardiac rhythm is accelerated, but I don't think it was because of the struggle," Caitlin informed Doctor Wells.

"Impressive," the man admitted with a smile as Cisco ran to Amy and started gesturing at how badass the girl had pulled the car in the air.

After that, they kept doing the strength testing a little more and Amy happily complied, readily this time.

The girl flipped the car three times more, the last time throwing the car six yards away. And every time the girl took the car and dragged it back where it had originally been. The whole team analyzed her vitals signs the whole time and determined it was not a struggle to the girl to flip that car. In fact, even Doctor Wells compared it to a normal person flipping a box.

Then, Cisco suggested that Amy could try lifting it off.

"I don't think we should try that yet," Barry surprisingly opposed.

"I'll be fine. I can do it," Amy assured him confidently.

"Yeah, and if she's not sure, you can take her out of the way," Cisco added, simulating the event with his hands and sounds effects.

"I trust you, Barry," Amy said placing a hand on his arm and squeezing it. "And you trust me too, right?"

"I trust you, but I don't trust the three-ton piece of metal you want to lift over your head," Barry replied, a bit anxious, crossing his arms.

"You're adorable when you're worried, Allen," Amy replied with a smile, pinching Barry's cheek softly. "But it'll be fine."

The girl then walked to the car and rubbed her hands.

"I'm ready."

"Systems ready," Cisco announced looking at the computer and then up. "Barry?"

The guy sighed and uncrossed his arms walking to Amy. His eyes staring at the girl, ready to take her out of the way if something went wrong.

"Ready," he said.

"Alright, and now Amy!"

Amy squatted and placed her hands again under the car. But this time she didn't flip it, she lifted it. It wasn't completely easy, she compared it to raise a heavy box, but she could manage okay. Slowly she stood up with the car, holding it on her arms as best as she could.

Caitlin detected a bit of struggle on Amy's part but nothing out of the norm. Barry's eyes were fixed on the girl who glanced at him and smiled.

"I'm fine, Barry," the girl said, despite being carrying a car on her arms. Then, with a bit push, the girl threw the car lightly in the air, placing herself under it, and catching it up on her hands, her palms completely opened balancing the car over her head.

"That is so awesome," Cisco murmured mesmerized, watching the tiny girl lifting a car over her head almost effortlessly.

"Her signs are normal," Caitlin informed them. "Her heart race is a little bit accelerated but it's the equivalent of a normal person carrying a weight similar to his own."

"Alright, let's put down the car now," Doctor Wells said pleased. "As gently as possible, Amy. We have caused enough noise as it is."

Amy lowered the car slowly by bending her arms and it slipped slightly to the side. The girl gasped, trying to straightened it, but one second was carrying the car and the next she was staying several feet away from the car that fell with a big sudden thud and a dust cloud.

Amy turned around surprised to Barry who was looking at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?"

The girl smiled, despite being a bit annoyed and shook her head.

"I'm fine, Barry. I got it."

"It slipped," Barry protested.

"But I had it, until you took me out of there," Amy took his hands on her, that were shaking lightly. "You have trust me Barry. Once we're out there, you need to worry about the metahumans, not about me being safe."

Barry gave her a look understanding what she was saying, but there was no way he wouldn't look after her. Amy sighed, and shook her head but smiled. Barry hadn't changed much after all. He was always trying to have her back.

Eleven years ago

Amy Winston looked out the window of the bus and saw the car already parked waiting for her. She didn't want to admit she had missed her father, specially after how mad she had been when she left, but she did.

The bus finally stopped and the thirteen year old grabbed her bag and went out, saying her goodbyes and promising to keep in touch. She pulled her suitcases out of the pile and almost ran to the town car, just to stop when she realized it wasn't his dad who had come to pick her up, it was Milo, their chauffeur.

"Miss Amy, had a good summer?" The chauffeur asked her as he took her bags for her and opened the door.

Amy nodded, feeling incredibly disappointed but forced a bright smile for Milo.

"Yes, Milo. It was good," the girl said before entering the car.

Amy pulled out her flip phone out of her pocket and opened her messages. She had no new messages nor calls from her dad, only from a few few friends from her girl wondered if her dad was still mad at her. She had tried to escape from the camp and had been punished and they had called her dad. Had been that the reason why he wasn't there? She didn't have any call from Barry Allen neither, the guy she had met that summer and her new friend. She knew he didn't have a phone, but he had promised to call her as soon as he arrived to his house.

Amy sighed, her disappointment growing as Milo closed the door, went into the car and pulled the car from the parking lot. Amy stared out of the window the whole ride, answering Milo's word with fake enthusiasm.

When they finally arrived to her home, Amy grabbed her bag and jumped out of the car. She ran inside her house as Milo pulled her bags out of the trunk. But the girl stopped in her tracks when she heard two men fighting.

"...You haven't done a thing. The whole division is a disaster!" That was her father, Amy recognized the voice.

"It wasn't my fault, Emmett! That guy you hired, Nate Hayek, is the one doing all the damage," replied another male voice. Amy wasn't sure but maybe it was her uncle Jeremy.

"Nathaniel has done the work you have neglected! He showed me your accounts! He showed me your expenses! You're only an embarrassment to the company! I'm kicking you out and be grateful I don't call the cops!" Her father shouted angrily.

"You cannot kick me out!"

"The board had already taken the decision! You're no longer in charge of the Paris division. And if you behave, I may reassigned you to Australia's direction."

"Australia?!" the man yelled out, outraged. "There's not a fucking thing down there!"

Amy gasped, getting nervous for her dad. She pulled out one of her tennis racquets and advanced as quiet as she could to his dad's office door.

"The decision's been made. Take it or leave it!"

"You'll be very sorry, brother. Mark my words!"

Then Amy was startled when the door opened with a bang and the girl jumped back.

It was indeed her uncle Jeremy, her dad's younger brother. The man stopped and fixed his gaze on Amy. He looked completely furious, but his eyes shone with amusement when he noticed the racquet firmly held on her hands.

"I thought he had sent you to a boarding school," the man commented still agitated.

"Summer camp," Amy replied, still shaken by what she had heard.

Jeremy shrugged.

"Semantics. You be glad you are an only child," the man said as he walked away.

"Why?" Amy called.

"Haven't you seen Hamlet?" The man replied, glaring at the office door. "Sooner or later, your own family stabs you in the back."

And with that the man left pretty angry, shutting the door with a bang.

"Amy?" The girl turned surprised and saw her dad on the door of his office frowning at the door his brother had just closed, then he looked down at his daughter. "Are you okay? Did your uncle say something to you?"

Amy shrugged.

"Why is he so angry? Australia isn't that bad."

Her father stared at her, realizing his daughter had heard everything.

"Your uncle needs to learn responsibility," he replied seriously. "And Australia doesn't offer many distractions for him. I think it'll made him good to be there."

There was a moment of silence and then Emmett grimaced and ran a hand through his hair.

"I just realized I haven't greeted you properly, princess," the man said with a changed tone. It sounded cheaper but also regretful. "How was camp? Besides trying to escape."

Amy winced, remembering being afraid her dad was going to be mad at her.

"Sorry about that, Daddy," the girl said sheepishly but her father just shook his head.

"Don't worry, pumpkin," he said smiling softly. "But did you have a good time or...?" His smile faltered.

Amy shook her head quickly.

"No, I did. I was just..." She made a pause. "I was not feeling like going to camp," Amy said earnestly. "I'm sorry."

"Well, at least you only tried to escape. If I told you what I did in my day," Emmett smiled, shaking his head, and burying his hands on his pants pockets.

Amy frowned, puzzled at that.

"What? What happened?"

"Oh I don't know if I should tell you," Winston replied teasingly. "I don't want to give you ideas."

"Oh, come on!" Amy insisted with a smile. "I'll be good. I promise I won't follow your example."

And she gave him a big fake bright innocent smile. Emmett couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, I'll tell you what," Emmett replied, pinching her chin affectionately. "Why don't I tell you all about my camp days at Le Chateau?"

Amy gasped, opening her eyes wide. That was her favorite restaurant at New York.

"Really?"

"Really," Emmett nodded smiling at his daughter's excitement. "I have to make a quickly call but you can go and change and we'll leave when you're ready."

"Okay," Amy replied already running upstairs to her room. She actually changed in a record time. She usually loved to take her time, but she had missed her dad and he didn't use to spend that many time with her lately.

Amy brushed her hair and pushed it back with a velvet headband. She put on a black dress and her only pair of high heels. Then she grabbed her phone and put in in her bag before going downstairs as quickly as possible with high heels in slippery floor.

However the girl's smile faded when she saw her father's apologetically face.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I have to go back to the company," he told her, already putting on his coat.

"I can go with you," Amy said quickly. "And then when you're done, we can go and have dinner."

"Are you sure?" Emmett asked. He was feeling bad enough having to go.

Amy nodded forcing a smile.

"Yes. Don't worry, Daddy."

Amy quickly took one of her coats and they left. It took them half an hour to reach Mr. Winston office but Amy had faith it wouldn't take long. She made herself comfortable in one of the two desks outside her dad's office while chatting with Molly, her dad's secretary.

But the twenty minutes she had hoped, turned into one hour. And then two. Around eight thirty her dad called Molly who took some papers to him leaving the girl alone, bored and hurt. And despite being sitting there for almost three hours, Amy still had the hope she would have dinner with her father.

But she was wrong.

Molly left her dad's office and started making a call, and then Mr. Winston exited his office, walking quickly to Amy. The girl jumped to her feet, smiling thinking they would leave now, but her dad looked at her apologetically.

"We're not going to make it, baby," Mr. Winston apologized to his daughter. "But ask Molly to order you something you like, okay? What about the Masa? Would you up for some sushi?"

But before Amy could answer, his phone rang again and he went back to his office.

Molly ordered a big order of sushi and even arrived on a short amount of time considered the time and New York's traffic. But Amy didn't care for it. Even the best sushi tastes flat while eaten out of a box sitting a desk on an empty office. Molly had left twenty minutes ago, finishing her paperwork.

Amy was eating her dinner almost forcibly and she started to cry. It was silent, though. Her eyes suddenly watered and tears rolled down her cheeks.

But before she could sob, her phone rang. She had to blink a couple of times to see the number but she didn't recognized it. It wasn't a New York number thought. She picked up anyway.

"Hello?" She said, trying to sound non-nonchalant. A familiar voice answered.

"Hi, Amy? Sorry I called you so late. I just arrived home," her friend Barry told her.

Amy couldn't help but smile.

"Don't worry about it."

"Are you okay?" Barry asked her, his voice sounding worried. Probably he had noticed the sadness in her voice.

Amy shook her head and forced a cheerful voice.

"I'm fine, Allen. So, how do you like to be back? I kinda miss camp but I'm glad to not see mosquitoes around..."

Present day

When they finished with the strength tests, Amy had to move the car out of the way. The auto had been flipped and let fall so many times that Amy had crushed the engine, it was definitely flatter and had loose three of its four wheels.

Cisco didn't seem that upset his money had gone to waste thought. He was excited trying on names for Amy as he and Caitlin prepare things for the next tests.

"I still think Power Girl is cool," Cisco told Amy.

The girl frowned a little and shook her head.

"I don't think so."

"What about Diamond Warrior?" Cisco kept going as Caitlin prepare the programs to record Amy vitals. "Warrior... Warrioress?"

Amy raised an eyebrow scrunching up her nose.

"Diamond Girl. Diamond... Woman. Sparkle... No. What about...?"

"We're ready to begin," Caitlin announced interrupting Cisco.

"Thank Goodness," said Amy, standing from the chair she was on and walking to a mark Caitlin had drawn in the floor. Barry had placed an archery bullseye rwn feet away.

Cisco got the system ready as Caitlin programmed Amy's suit.

"Okay, you're set," she said walking back to where Doctor Wells and Cisco where. "Now when we say go, shoot a foot-long spear to the bullseye."

"Alright," Amy replied nodding, and raised her arm, her palm pointing at the bullseye. Barry standing near, ready to take someone out of the way if the spear didn't go where it should.

"And go!" Caitlin said.

Amy set her mouth in a line and shoot the one foot-long spear, but it was more like a dropping. The spear just went out of her body slowly and fall to the ground next to her.

The girl looked down confused and she wasn't the only one.

"Huh, what was that?" Cisco asked.

"I don't know," Amy replied turning to him. "I moved my arm just like in the lab."

"Maybe you just don't know how to throw," Cisco said shrugging.

Amy glared at him.

"Or maybe you just need some practice," Cisco added quickly, raising his arms. He had seen her crush a car. He didn't want to be next.

Eight years ago

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you make it seem," Amy smiled at Barry. Both teenagers were out on the gazebo that was in the middle of her back yard.

Barry gave her a look.

"I was out for like three hours. It was humiliating," the guy sighed, resting his arms on his knees and his chin on his arms. "The couch didn't even want me as the water boy."

"Well, it doesn't matter," Amy replied sitting next to him. "Who wants to be in the football team anyway?"

"Everybody," Barry sighed.

"Not everybody," Amy shook her head.

"Doesn't your boyfriend is the quarterback on your school's team?" Barry turned to her.

"Uh... yeah," Amy replied, knowing that didn't help Barry. If he was honest with himself, that had been one of the reasons he had tried out for it. He wanted Amy to see him as someone he could date, not only as her dorky friend. He knew that that wouldn't happen. Amy would always prefer better and bigger guys than him, and she couldn't blame her.

"But there's other sports," Amy suggested quickly, rubbing Barry's back. "Basketball, Baseball, Softball..."

"Yep, other opportunities for guys to hit with balls," Barry replied bumped out.

"What about something classier?" Amy suggested with a smile. "Tennis, Lacrosse, Cricket?"

"All those have balls that fly to my face too. But I guess they're better. They don't have cheerleaders to laugh at me."

"I'm sure they weren't laughing at you," she assured him.

"Even the girls who didn't make the squad and got rejected were laughing."

Amy sighed, biting her lip. She wasn't doing a good job of lifting his spirits so she went to plan B.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore," Amy assured him cheerfully. "Now take that frown of your face and stop brooding because I have a surprise!"

Barry raised an eyebrow at her excitement.

"Remember that guy you were fanboying over?" Amy asked him with a big grin. "That scientific guy, Doctor Harrison...?"

"...Wells? Yes," Barry said quickly, opening his eyes wide.

"Well, he's going to give a lecture at Columbia..."

"Tomorrow afternoon," Barry completed her sentence nodding. "Wait, how do you know that?"

Amy widened her grin.

"Because I got passes for the lecture!" She told him excitedly, because she knew he would flipped and he did.

Barry was speechless and he turned to her, opening his mouth as a fish out of water.

"Are you serious?" The boy asked as soon as he found his voice, and it was squeaky.

"I knew you were going to be very happy," Amy said very pleased with herself.

As Barry started to rant about the guy and the conference, Amy couldn't help but smile. She had told her dad it was a surprise for Barry, but deep down, Amy was excited herself. She liked science, but she had never been allowed to like it. Maybe this conference would give her the courage she needed.

Present Day

Amy took a deep breath and then raised her arm quickly, opening her palm. But the spear just went out of her hand slowly and dropped to the floor.

"Are you kidding me?!" Amy exclaimed angrily, kicking the spear and cursing.

Amy bent and took the spear, and then turned around to put it in the container where there was already a dozen of diamond spears.

She back in S.T.A.R. Labs. Cisco had arranged a room safe for her to practice her shooting skills and that it would record everything from her movements to her vitals signs, but so far, she had not being able to shoot one.

"Why is this keep happening?" The girl complained, kicking the container.

"Maybe you're pushing yourself too hard," Barry's voice startled her lightly.

Amy turned around and saw her friend, leaning on the threshold, with arms crossed.

"Maybe, but out there is going to be everything but easy," Amy replied rising her eyebrows. Then she sighed, going to the computer to start a new recording.

"Amy?" Barry called her.

"Yes?" The girl said, not turning around. She knew what he was going to say, but didn't want to hear it.

"Is there a reason why you're pushing yourself this hard?"

"Uh, yeah, Allen. They're called bad guys," Amy replied, walking to her position, in front of a bullseye.

"I mean other than that," said Barry, walking in and closing the door behind him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Barry," Amy shrugged, lifting her right arm in the air, her pal pointing at the bullseye.

"Well, I think you do," Barry responded softly. "I think you're doing this because of your dad."

Amy buffed, and lower her arm, turning to him.

"I am not."

"Amy..."

"Look, Barry," the girl interrupted him. "He clearly doesn't trust me to make my own decisions. He made that very clear. I don't need his approval on this or anything else."

"No, but I mean..."

But the door opened and Cisco peeked his head in, interrupting them without noticing.

"Hey, Amy, the fight robot is ready if you want to try that out."

Amy nodded her head.

"Yeah, thanks Cisco," and she quickly went to turned down the computer.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay Barry?" Amy told him, barely turning to him, before leaving the room.

"Okay," Barry sighed, feeling a bit hurt.

Amy followed Cisco down the corridr, who was checking some results on his iPad.

"Hey, I was thinking that maybe your game is a bit weak because you need a bit of inspiration," he said, faking nonchalance, but the excitement was a bit too obvious in his voice.

"What are you talking about?" Amy looked at him, frowning confused.

Cisco didn't dissimulate his grin anymore.

"Come with me."

Eight Years Ago

"I'll pick up you both here at seven, miss Amy," Milo told Amy as he dropped her and Barry at Columbia University's... Hall.

"Yes, Milo thank you," Amy said smoothing her dress.

"Thanks, Milo," Barry thanked him as well as the man entered the town car again and drove away.

There was more people than usual outside and both kids quickly joined them, entering the building.

"This is the most exciting thing ever," Barry said unable to be containing his excitement.

"I would say ever, but sure," Amy teased Barry.

The guy turned to her not amused and Amy grinned at him, batting her lashes teasingly.

Barry was taken aback, suddenly distracted and walked into a guy. Completely embarrassed the guy quickly apologized. Barry could felt his cheeks burning as they walked away but Amy didn't laugh. She saw the distress in his eyes and didn't want to make him feel bad.

"Hey look, I think it's over there," Amy said pointing at a guy in a suit talking to a crowd, but as they got closer they found out it wasn't Doctor Wells.

"Oh well, we'll see him at the conference," Amy shrugged and Barry nodded, staring at her.

"What?" Amy asked with a confused smile. Barry smiled back.

"I just... I don't know how to thank you, Amy," Barry told her wholeheartedly. "You don't know what this means to me."

Amy shook her head.

"It was nothing, Barry. What friends are for?" Amy replied, chuckling.

"Still, I don't think I can do something like this for you," Barry said, his smile dropping.

Amy bit her lip and looked at him.

"Yes, you can... I... I have to confess I didn't do this only for you."

Barry frowned, taken aback.

"Then why...?"

"I like science," Amy admitted with a smile. "I like to know where things are coming from. Why they are the way they are," the girl's smile grew.

Barry smiled, recognizing that expression in her face. It was very similar to his. The guy shook his head.

"But then why you haven't say something?"

Amy shrugged but Barry gave her a look. She sighed.

"Fine. I don't think it's... Okay, I know it's totally shallow and stupid but I kinda care about what people says in my school," the girl admitted looking away. "Prep School it's a lot smaller and everyone knows everyone..."

"You're right. It is stupid," Barry interrupted her with a smile.

Amy bit her lip.

"It's not only that. Just because I like it doesn't mean I'm good at it. And my dad is always talking about the family business. He expects me to be like him, not a physicist or a chemist or..."

"...Happy?" Barry shook his head. "Amy, I think if you really want to study science you should tell your father. I don't think he we'll be angry with you or force to go to business school," he told her, shrugging.

"I don't know," Amy said, looking down at her hands. "I don't want to disappoint him."

"I don't think you can disappoint anyone," Barry told her whole-heartedly. And in a moment of bravery, he reached out and took her hand.

Amy looked up to him and smile. He knew Amy couldn't feel his heart racing, and didn't notice his blush. He knew she only saw him as his friend.

"Thanks Barry," Amy stepped up to him and hugged him. Oh well, Barry thought sighing, and hugging her back. It was good enough for now.

Present day

Barry appeared in S.T.A.R. Labs in question of seconds and looked around quickly. Caitlin and Doctor Wells entered the lab quickly as well.

"Cisco what's going on?" He asked his friend worriedly. Cisco stumbled out of his chair, startled by Barry's sudden arrival.

"Nothing man, chill," he said, taking his milkshake and taking a sip.

"You said it was urgent," Caitlin said, annoyed and upset.

"I said it was important," Cisco replied, raising his hand.

Caitlin and Barry gave him upset looks.

"So?" Barry raised his arms, exasperated, but Cisco was way too excited to be bothered. He walked to the door with a big grin.

"Ladies and gentleman, well lady," he nodded at Caitling who squinted at him. "I'd like to introduce the new Flash team member, Amethyst!"

Amy walked in that moment with a big smile and a new suit, fashioned from her purple training jumpsuit and boot. The new suit had been added a flowing skirt, and had a multi link comm set on the chest like Barry's, but it was cropped to be too pieces, so most of her belly was showing and it was sleeveless and had a very low neck line.

"Wow," was the only thing Barry could say, barely controlling his jaw so it wouldn't drop. And again he just stared, his mind blanking.

"Isn't it great?" Amy said happily. "Though I'm not called Amethyst. Really?" She turned to Cisco, shaking her head.

"What? It's a cool name!" Cisco replied. "It's a purple gemstone and your suit is purple."

"Yeah, speaking of the suit," Caitlin intervened. "Don't you think it's a bit...?"

"...Short?" Barry finally found his voice. After admiring the suit he realized she was supposed to fight on that.

"Really?" Amy turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously, I can't take you out with me like this!" Barry responded indignantly. "Your dad is going to kill me!"

"My dad it's not going to know," Amy shrugged.

"Are you sure about that?" Barry asked.

Amy glared at him.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Besides, the suit it's not complete," Cisco intervened.

"Oh, you need to cut it some more?" Barry asked, crossing his arms.

"No, silly," Amy rolled her eyes. "Check this out."

And just like that a mass of diamond start to grow on her bare belly. It stretched all around to cover the skin until it formed a corset-like protection. Another mass formed on her chest covering her shoulders as well and half her neck and back. Then two more diamond protection grew around her knees and grew on her fore arms leaving only her hands free. At last, a thin piece of diamond grew from her temples around her head, forming a headband.

"Covered with diamond armor!" Cisco explained hyped. "Isn't it awesome?"

Amy raised her hands happily showing the result.

"Yes. I mean you look better," Barry said and Amy raised her eyebrows. "Not you, the suit I mean... You look fine on your own, I don't..."

"Thanks Barry," Amy interrupted him, smiling and shaking her head.

"It has GPS integrated and inter comm and a sensor so we can monitor her vital signs like Barry's," Cisco explained, very proud of himself. "Only one thing is missing..."

Amy turned to him confused but Cisco turned and pulled out a purple mask out of his desk. Then he passed it to Amy. The girl smiled at him and put it on, turning to Barry.

"So Allen, what do you think?"

Barry smirked but a new alert rang across the lab.

"Let's do a test run," he told Amy and in a flash of red, Barry, his suit and Amy were gone.

Eight Years Ago

"That was amazing!" Barry gushed excitedly as they excited the conference room.

"I know," Amy nodded smiling. "It's a bit intimidating even. I mean that theory about the particle accelerator..."

"And the energy generator prototype," Barry added with a nod. "Genius! The man is unbelievable!"

Amy smiled at him and nudged him, noticing a poster.

"Hey look, you can get his autograph!"

Barry's eyes opened big with excitement. He turned to Amy, and cleared his throat.

"I know it's dumb but..."

Amy rolled her eyes, and waved her hand.

"Go ahead, Allen. I'll go to the ladies room, in the meantime."

"Okay, I'll wait in line," Barry told her, nodding, rushing to the growing line of people wanting to have a Doctor Wells' autograph.

Amy shook her head at his friends excitement, and couldn't help but smile. Barry was a dork, but an adorable one.

...

Amy went to the bathroom and then retouch her lip gloss. She was walking out of the bathroom when she saw a familiar man ahead. The girl instinctively hide behind a wall but heard everything her uncle Jeremy and Charles Dawson-her dad's number one competitor, were saying.

"Charles, please. I'm a man of my word," Jeremy assured him.

Amy peaked out of the wall and saw her uncle giving him discretely a sealed folder, with the Harry Winston logo on it.

"And I can be very generous too," Jeremy said. Charles nodded and shook her uncles hand.

"I'll call you as soon as I get to the office," Dawson promised and then walked away.

Amy frowned and walked out decidedly.

"Amy," Jeremy stopped in his tracks, definitely startled, when he saw his niece.

Amy gave him her best innocent and bright smile.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?" She asked him, sweetly.

"I was just about to ask the same," her uncle quickly smiled back, but she noticed he started to fidget with a ring on his finger. It had a black stone on it.

"I'm here for Doctor Well's conference with my friend Barry," Amy told him, shrugging. "He's a big fan. And you?"

"Same, same," Jeremy quickly said. "Brilliant man, that Wells."

"He is," Amy agreed nodding.

There was a bit awkward tense pause.

"Well, Barry is waiting for me..." Amy started saying, pointing at the foyer.

"Yes, of course," Jeremy nodded as his niece walked around him.

"Amy," he called her, before she walked away. The girl turned around to see him. "Could you keep this between us?"

Amy frowned, with a convincing confused expression.

"Huh?"

"Me, being here in New York," her uncle explained. "Your father could take it the wrong way."

Amy nodded.

"Sure, don't worry."

"Thanks pumpkin," Jeremy smiled at her, squeezing lightly her chin.

Amy turned around and walked back to the foyer. She saw Barry two people away from Wells, almost shaking in place. Amy made sure her uncle wasn't around when she pulled out her phone.

"Daddy? Uncle Jeremy was here at Columbia," Amy said as lower as possible without looking suspicious. "And he was talking with Charles Dawson. Something about a payment and there was a folder from the company."

Her dad thanked her and assured her he will handled it.

"Okay Daddy. I will," Amy nodded. She finished the call and then joined Barry.

Present Day

...

Amy still didn't get use to travel with Barry. It wasn't as bad as the first time but feeling a rush of wind all around you, while seeing blurry and had a rush sound on your ears was not getting better. She was being carried by Barry though, so at least she could press her face to his chest to not feel completely dizzy.

"Which way Cisco?" Barry asked as he flew through the streets.

"Park Street, 455," Amy heard Cisco on her speakers, and her heart sank to her knees. She knew that street but... it wasn't possible, was it?

As she was thinking that, Barry stopped, finally reaching the address.

He pulled Amy down and the girl looked up at her father's jewelry store. She felt Barry's eyes on her.

"Maybe it's just a regular robbery," she told him. Barry nodded and taking her, he entered the place in a flash as police cars started to arrive.

The inside of the store was trashed, and almost all the cases were empty. The strange thing was the lonely man in a trench coat, stealing what was left of the jewels. For a single man to trash and stole all that in a couple of seconds, they knew it had to be a metahuman.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to return those, buddy," Amy told the guy.

The man stopped, and dropped the necklace he was pulling from a broken glass case. He turned slightly, just enough for Barry and Amy to see a part of his face. She didn't know if it was the light, but she swore his skin was blueish.

Then he raised his hand quickly and two black spears flew to her. Barry saw all this in slow motion. He easily took the spears out of his way to Amy, but distracted with that, he didn't noticed the man had disappeared.

He reappeared behind Barry just as he showed the spears to Amy. Then, the man hit Barry so hard he sent the guy flying across the room. Barry hit the wall, leaving a hole, and fell to the ground immobile.

Amy gasped, but reacted quickly, hitting the man. Just as he did with Barry, the girl sent him across the room and actually thought the wall. Amy pulled two long diamond spears of her hands and ran to the hole, but the man was gone. A shinny object caught her eye and the girl bend to take it.

"Freeze!" A man then shouted as she was standing up, and when Amy turned she saw at least five police man pointing their guns at her. But then there was a red flash and the police man lowered down their guns, looking around for the girl who had just vanished in front of their eyes.

Eight Years Ago

"Thanks Milo," Amy told the chauffeur as he dropped her and Barry at a Starbucks. "We'll meet you here in two hours, two and a half."

"Okay, miss Amy. Have fun," the man said, climbing back into the car and driving away.

Amy and Barry waved away and then the guy turned to go inside the coffee shop, but Amy stopped him.

"We're not going there," she told him with a smirk. "I have a better idea... and fake IDs."

Barry frowned a bit unsure, but Amy grabbed his hand and pulled it along a small lonely street.

"What? Amy, I don't think..."

"Come on, Allen. Don't you want to...?"

"You little bitch!" In a second a man had grabbed Amy and pushed her to the wall. The girl screamed as her head hit the wall and the man leaned on her.

"Uncle?" Amy said scared, starting to shake.

"You called you father and told him on me!" He screamed, punching the wall next to her face, making her scream again.

"Let her go!" Barry intervened, trying to pull Jeremy off Amy, but Jeremy punched Barry, knocking him down. The ring Jeremy had on his hand, made the blow stronger. The black stone of the ring was stained with Barry's blood.

"No!" Amy yelled and tried to hit her uncle but she couldn't move.

"This is not of your business, kid," he growled angrily, as the guy grabbed her bloodied nose. Still, Barry stood up, ready to keep fighting.

"It's okay, Barry," Amy assured his friend to stop him, even though her voiced sound shaky and her eyes were gleaming with tears. She turned to Jeremy with a fierce expression thought. "I did call my dad. You were making business with Charles Dawson, and I'm pretty sure that folder had information he didn't have to know."

"I was trying to form a coalition," Jeremy snapped.

"Yeah, if my dad didn't believe that, I'm not either," Amy replied, sarcastically.

"I don't give a shit what do you think," the man spat. "Your father just fired me!"

"If he fired you it's not only your fault! Now let me go!" She tried to push him away, but he was too strong.

Jeremy made a sly grimace that made Amy's tears come back.

"No, I think I'll have some fun first..."

"No!" Barry punched Jeremy in the face. It was strong enough for him to let go of the girl and turned to him, enraged. He grabbed Barry by his collar and raised a fist.

"No, I'll call the police!" Amy quickly, grabbed his arm, when she saw her uncle with intentions to beat him up.

"Like I give a shit," Jeremy spat.

"You should," Amy glared at him, grabbing Barry's hand. "We both are minors! And they're witnesses!" The girl pointed at the end of the street and Jeremy turned. There was a scared woman and a man, already calling the police. Jeremy's face loose some color. "You think you can just pay off an assault on two minors with your record.

Jeremy cursed and pushed Barry to the ground, then turned to Amy.

"This isn't over, brat. You'll be very sorry one day," he assured her with a murderous expression and left quickly, the other way.

Still shaking, Amy knelt next to Barry.

"Are you okay?"

Barry wiped the blood of his face with his hand and nodded.

"You?"

Amy nodded but she wasn't. She was still shaking, so Barry hugged her, until the police came.

Present Day

"You have three fractured ribs and a leg," Caitlin told Barry later, as he laid on the bed, his chest and leg bandaged. As she had patched him up, Amy had told Cisco and Doctor Wells what had happened at the jewelry store. "How on earth did you manage to carry Amy back here?"

Amy looked at Barry, feeling a bit guilty. His wounds were worse because he had made that much effort bringing her back.

"Motivation," Barry replied smiling at Caitlin. "We had five guns pointing at us."

"You should have told me, Barry," Amy told him, walking to his bed, frowning worried. "We could have left other way."

"In an Uber?" Barry asked her with a small smirk and Amy crossed her arms.

"This is not funny, Allen," Amy replied pouting. "I was supposed to help you."

"You did help me," Barry told her, frowning. "You punched that guy."

"He escaped," Amy reminded him sighing.

"So the spears are made of a rare kind of dark opal," Cisco interrupted, walking in the room, carrying one of them. "Most common found on Australia."

Amy looked up at that information.

"So the guy is Australian?" Caitlin asked.

"No, he's American," Amy replied. "Tall, dark hair, 45 years old I think. He spent time in Australia but I guess he's back."

"How do you know that?" Caitlin asked her, frowning.

Cisco gasped.

"Do you have telepathic abilities? Because that would be so cool."

"No, I know the guy," Amy shook her head, pulling out a ring and showing it to Barry. It was gold with a dark opal on it. "It was my uncle."