Title: Barry Allen, The Flash

Summary: Barry Allen was The Flash. Sometimes… Sometimes The Flash doesn't win. Spin off of Season 2 Episode 6: Enter Zoom. In other words, a very sad reveal fic.

Rating by chapter: T (violence, medical descriptions)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or any of the characters.

A/N: So, for once (instead of Barry), I effed up the timeline. Since I watched season 2 in one day, I forgot that Linda and Barry were a thing (idk what season that was! I'm terrible). I could be wrong, but I'm preettyy sure Patty and Barry were a thing by this episode? But if I'm wrong, sorry, in this story, Patty and Barry are in that 'are we dating or what?' stage.

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He could feel many things in that moment.

For one, Zoom's fingers were around his neck, painfully cutting off just about all breathing; 'just about' leaving enough for him to stay conscious. He could see, hear, and feel everything going on around him.

At that moment, that was not something he wanted.

Another feeling was one where everyone's eyes were on him. That was something new. With his speed, he almost never felt anyone eyes on him, thanks to him being faster than the speed of light. Right now, he could have sworn he felt the world watching him.

Watching him… Him. He used to be a nobody; He was the weird kid that saw his mother murdered in front of him by his father. He was Barry Allen; the odd nerd who loves science a little too much.

Now he was The Flash.

He would have traded anything to be just Barry Allen again.

He finally opened his eyes to see… The precinct? It was. Every cop he had ever known saw The Flash in Zoom's mercy. Joe was first in line, gun trained on Zoom.

"The days of The Flash protecting this city are over." Zoom lifted him up more, shaking him, causing him to grunt in pain. "Now what will you do without your precious hero?"

"Shoot that thing!"

Barry could hear each shot, but he knew that Zoom could easily stop them. There was no chance of stopping him. Bullets would do nothing.

"Perhaps it's time to reveal who your hero is."

They were back in the Speed Force, but Barry had no hope of controlling it right now. The only mercy was that he was used to the speed. Zoom forced him on his knees in front of Joe.

"Remove the mask."

No. No this couldn't be happening. Joe shouldn't be forced into this mess. He couldn't let Joe be hurt. He couldn't. He had to save him. He had to-

He could feel the Speed Force gather inside of him. The lightning flickered in his eyes.

With a cry, he forced himself out of Zoom's grip and ran behind him, punching him as hard as he could. The hit must have surprised him, because he was forced to use his speed in order to face Barry. The punch had distracted him, but it did nothing to hurt him.

Zoom laughed, a chilling sound that echoed around the room. "An admiral attempt, but I have one advantage."

Barry shook his head, lips in a straight line. Everything was one fire. He didn't know how long he could stand.

"I have no family."

And then, in that moment, he knew that he was powerless.

Zoom grabbed a gun from one of the detectives.

Bang!

The bullet was forced through Joe's stomach. He could see Joe's expression clearly. Pain, sadness, shock… Everything. And when Joe looked at him, he could have sworn that he saw every single one of Joe's smiles: of Joe teaching him how to be a kid; how to live a normal life.

"No!" He yelled, falling to his knees and hugging Joe close, putting his hand on the wound, almost through his stomach.

"Joe! Please, Joe! Stay with me. Stay with me!" He could feel the tears slip down his masks. And suddenly it was too much. He had to see Joe. He was suffocating under the mask. He shoved the thing off his face and cradled Joe's face in his hand, the tears falling on his shirt.

"Do not cross me again, Barry Allen." Zoom was behind him once more, his hand constricting on his neck. Barry could do nothing but choke. Suddenly, Zoom's fingers in forced through his chest, causing him to let out a scream of agony.

And with that, Zoom was gone in a flash of blue lightning.

Ignoring the pain, he pushed himself off and rushed to Joe.

"Oh god," He said, putting his hands once again on his stomach. "Oh god, please, please I can't. I can't lose you too Joe."

"Barry."

No, he didn't hear the voice. He had only thoughts of Joe. With another grunt of pain, he lifted Joe into his arms. And then fell, his legs collapsing beneath him. He couldn't use the Speed Force. He got up once again, refusing to let Joe die.

"Barry!"

It was Patty. It was everyone. Every single cop in the city knew who he was now. He didn't care.

"Please, Patty," He begged, looking up at her. She had tears in her eyes, but Barry couldn't bring himself to care. "He has to go to S.T.A.R. Labs. I can't-I can't." He looked once again at the blood on the floor, knowing that it was Joe's life on the line.

And then there was yelling. Everyone burst into action.

"Get him in a car!"

"Grab Allen! He needs treatment!"

"-Hospital?"

"Didn't you hear the kid! S.T.A.R. Labs!"

"Move, move, move!"

And then someone was lifting him up from the ground, away from Joe, away from everything. "No!" He yelled, but he was too weak to do anything else. He could see Joe also being lifted. They were both put onto stretchers.

The pain was too much; moving him was too much. All he could do was move his eyes, and they strained to follow Joe.

Then they were in a car, Joe was lying next to him, his eyes closed. Was he dead? No, he couldn't be. People were moving him, placing a mask over Joe and talking in loud, rapid voices; voices that Barry couldn't make sense of.

"Iris." Barry whispered hoarsely, realizing that she had no idea Joe was hurt. God, he was the reason Joe was hurt.

"I'll call her, Barr." Patty whispered in his ear. He could feel her hand in his. "It's going to be okay. We're almost there."

And then they were moving again. His feet were dragging helplessly, Patty and another cop helped him while Joe was carried. Realizing where he was, he tried to force himself to make his legs take his body weight, but wasn't as nearly successful as he had hoped. The only thing he could do was stay awake. He had to stay strong for Joe.

"Caitlin!" Barry screamed as soon as he was near the medical lab.

"Barry!" Cisco answered, rushing over to him and helping Patty move him to the hospital bed.

"Joe." Barry said, refusing to lay down on the bed. Cisco had tears in his eyes. Did he look that bad? He felt that bad. "Joe's hurt."

"I know, Barry. Caitlin's-"

And then Joe was wheeled in, Caitlin and Harry in tow. "We're losing him!" Caitlin said, digging around in Joe's chest. God, there was blood everywhere. "I can't get the bullet out!" Caitlin cried.

"There has to be something-"

"Barry!" Caitlin interrupted Patty. Barry' vision swam (why was it so hard to breathe?), but he forced himself to focus on Caitlin.

Barry was unable to get up from the bed, but he forced Patty to hold him up in front of Joe. "Tell me what to do." He told Caitlin, only looking a Joe's face.

"Okay-okay," Caitlin was near panicking, but Barry also knew she did her best work on pressure. "P-phrasing! Phrase through his chest and get the bullet out."

Not thinking, he started to let the Speed Force through his hand, but was shocked to find that he wasn't moving fast enough. Oh god, the motion - the actual movement of his wrist hurt, meaning that it was broken. The pain reached its peak, causing Captain Singh to catch him (much to his surprise).

Caitlin was biting her lip, watching the heart monitor with calculating eyes. Against his will, Barry was forced to lay on the medical bed. Suddenly, the heart monitor gave a shrill cry, meaning something Barry had no control over to fix.

Completing ignoring the hands that were trying to force him onto the bed, he forced himself once more into a sitting position and tried phrasing his other arm, only to find out that two of his fingers were broken. His ignored the pain, and quickly forced his hand into Joe and felt for the metal. He rushed to pull it out.

"I got it." He told Caitlin, who was looking at him with a mix of sadness and alarm.

And that look was the last thing he saw.

Then…

Black.

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"Caitlin!" Cisco was almost not fast enough to catch his best friend before he fell. If the situation wasn't so serious, he would have been all over the fast joke, but right now it felt like his very own heart was beating a mile a minute; almost ready to leap out of chest.

Caitlin growled. The sound was so out of character for her that Cisco nearly lost his grip, to the point where Captain Singh helped carry Barry to the bed.

And then, of course, the alarm from Barry suit went off. Barry's heart had stopped.

Someone was talking – practically yelling – behind him, but he couldn't hear them. ("CPR! Cisco! Cisco!") All he saw was the blood on his best friend's face. It was everywhere; his face, his chest, his leg… It looked like Barry Allen, The Flash, was dead.

Then someone violently pushed him out of the way. He fell to the ground harshly, his hands just in time to stop his head from slamming into the ground. When he looked back up, Captain Singh was on top of Barry, doing chest compressions.

Closing his eyes, Cisco pray to every god, divine entity he knew of that Barry Allen was going to survive.

Because, at this point, what was Cisco without The Flash?

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Captain David Singh could not imagine that the worst thing he would ever do in his job would be saving his life. Sure, he wasn't delusional. He knew that he was going to eventually put his medical knowledge to use in the field. Hell, he had done it many times in his career, but… But he always thought that the worst part of his job would be looking criminals in the eye.

No, it was the feeling of uselessly pushing on a fellow officer's chest, hoping that his efforts weren't going to be in vain.

But nothing was worse than forcing himself to press harder and harder on Barry Allen's chest.

The kid (damn, kid. He was so young) looked like hell. Throughout all his years, he had never seen someone look so beat up.

Barry Allen. He had practically seen the kid grow up. After the gruesome death of his mother, and his father being blamed for it all, he had seen the kid begin his transition into Joe's life. There was always something going on with Allen. The kid was bullied mercilessly for what happened with his parents. Not to mention Allen was the biggest nerd David had seen in his entire life.

But, even with the kid never showing up on time, he had to admit that the kid had grown into a fantastic young man, and he could never bring himself to fire someone that was that good. David could never let the kid go; he was practically his nephew.

He cared for Barry Allen.

As soon as he had seen The Flash react to Joe's injury, he knew that it was him. He could think of no one else that would cry for Joe like that.

And, suddenly, it made sense why Allen was always late. And he instantly found that his respect for Barry Allen went up tenfold.

And then, the entire precinct decided to help their Forensic Scientist, even when it meant going against the law.

"Get him in a car!" He had yelled, already at Joe's side, trying to ignore the sound of the kid's cries. Joe needed medical attention, so did The- No, Barry. Barry needed help. They had to go to S.T.A.R. Labs.

And that's how he found himself now; pressing harshly on the hero's chest, hoping with every fiber of his being that Barry Allen would make it.

What was the point of his job if he couldn't save Barry Allen?

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Patty left the room as soon as Captain Singh began chest compressions on-on…

On Barry Allen, her… Very close friend that was constantly late. Who canceled their dates almost every other day… Who was The Flash.

Who was a hero that was currently dead, Detective West right behind him.

How could she have been so stupid? She was supposed to be good at seeing details and putting them together. If she wasn't so trusting, she would have at least googled Barry Allen's name.

And then she remembered the one promise she had made to Barry; Call Iris. With a shaky hand, she got out her phone from her pocket and dialed the number.

When Iris didn't answer, she felt tears rush to her eyes.

"I-" She coughed, trying to get her voice uncontrol. "Iris. You need to come to S.T.A.R. Labs right away. Barry," She bit her lip, drawing blood. "Barry and Joe are h-hurt."

Deed done, she ended the voicemail and found herself sinking down to the ground, her emotions everywhere.

Her not-boyfriend was The Flash; The Flash that just got his butt handed to him by a new Speedster that was after his blood. The Flash, once her hope, was reduced to her awkward-perfect not-boyfriend; one that was now dead.

She leaned her head against the wall behind her and willed her tears away.

What was the world without The Flash?

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Iris, unknown to Patty, was already racing towards S.T.A.R. Labs, her car going way past the speed limit. For once, she wished that her life was different. She used to be content with her job at Jitters. She was content with Barry's awkwardness filling her home. She was content with Eddie.

Now, she was nowhere near content. She was constantly worried for her adoptive brother, and that was on top of constantly worrying about her dad's life. She had to be on constant alert; making sure that Barry was okay, while making sure her dad was okay, while making sure to stay up all night to help the two most important people in her life.

The sudden appearance of a red light had her foot slamming on the gas, nearly making it to sixty miles per hour on a residential street. She had never anything so reckless in her entire life.

No, that wasn't right either. The definition of reckless was no longer in the same bounds of 'normal' people. The reckless thing she had ever done was punch Tony in the face after The Flash had done; it was being next to a lying Harrison Wells, knowing that he could kill her in a second.

Her life had changed…

But, in this moment, she would have given anything to change it back.

When she arrived at S.T.A.R. Labs, she was shocked to see police lights outside of the building. She recognized nearly everyone, and they recognized her, but they said nothing, only continued to look ahead.

Heart beating harshly in her chest, she began to run into S.T.A.R. Labs, her heels echoing down the hallway to the Cortex.

The first thing she spotted was a crying Patty.

"Iris!" The usually vibrant cop was slowly climbing herself to her feet. "God, I'm-"

"Where are they?" The words sounded harsh, but she didn't care. She couldn't care. This was her family. She needed to know.

Patty didn't say anything. With her lips pressed into a line, she moved her head and looked to the right of her, where Iris knew the medical equipment was. Heart now so loud she couldn't hear anything, she moved sluggishly to the area.

When she spotted them, she couldn't stop a gasp escaping from her.

Barry looked worse than what she had seen at the news room. He was paler than he had even been, and it was as if Barry was a different shade of human. The right side of his face was a deep purple, his chest the same. He was covered in blood, some of it from a wound near his collarbone. His hand was twisted awkwardly.

Tears rushed to her eyes and it took everything in her not to collapse on the ground.

Then her eyes went to the second person in a hospital bed. Legs moving without her own accord, she nearly flung herself at her father – ready to attempt anything to wake up.

Only to be stopped by Harrison Wells. The Harrison Wells that had pushed Barry to go after Zoom. The Harrison Wells that had let the closest people in her life get hurt.

With a furious cry, she rotated around to look at him… And slammed her fist into the side of face, causing him to fall to the ground in heap. She was just about to step on him with her heel when yet another person's arms were around her, forcing her to scream out in frustration.

"This all your fault!" She cursed, not even remotely caring that she looked like a mess. "You pushed Barry to fight him! You're the reason my dad is…" She couldn't that train of thought. She finally couldn't take any more. She fell into the arms of the person holding her.

What was she without her family?

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He deserved it.

He, Harrison Wells, willing let Iris West punch him in the face, but he deserved it.

Not only had he failed Barry, he had failed his daughter. Not only had he failed his daughter, he had wronged a family in his means to get his daughter back.

Disgusted with himself, and so angry that both of them were unsuccessful in capturing Zoom because that was the only way to get his daughter back. Barry Allen wasn't strong enough and he should have been. It was his fault.

Shaking his head slightly, he forced himself to not do this. He couldn't do this. He had to think of his daughter. Since he failed, he was going to go back to his Earth and save her, because how else was he going to do it.

He was going to save her… Or die trying.

In his attempt to leave the room, Cisco Ramon spotted him and nearly sprinted after him. Not willing to get into another argument (or with another bruise somewhere else), he rushed out of the Cortex and into the hallway, only to be slammed into the wall just a little too harshly.

"Hey!" Ramon yelled, but he was as calm as Harry had ever seen him. "I know about you daughter, Harry."

And then he remembered; the reason Ramon had been trying to touch him. Suddenly he had his hands on Ramon's shoulders, pushing him into the wall.

"Did you see her? Is she-" He wouldn't dare finish that sentence. It couldn't be true.

"She's alive." Cisco smiled. "She's alive."

He almost collapsed. His daughter was alive. There was actual proof that Zoom didn't kill her. She was live. Jesse was alive.

And not only had he ruined his only chance to get to her, he had ruined Barry's chance of stopping Zoom.

He closed his eyes, frustrated by everything.

What was the world without a hero?

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Barry woke up.

He realized that was miracle.

He then realized what had happened. Slowly (god so slowly that he was surprised he was moving at all) he turned his head. He could hardly make it out, but to the right of him a familiar shape laid in a very similar hospital bed. His ears told him that the heart monitor was beeping at a steady rate, meaning Joe was alive.

Relieved, he closed his eyes.

…

Moments later… He blinked his eyes… open… and saw… two people above him…

…

"Barry?" Caitlin. It was Caitlin. "Barry, can you hear me?"

"H-hey." His throat was on fire. Everything hurt.

"You scared the crap out of us." Cisco. God, Cisco was actually serious. How bad was it? Wait, what happened? "You were gone for a long time."

Long time? No, months? Did he travel back in time? No, Zoom did this. Cisco couldn't mean months. Days? He didn't know. He didn't care.

"Joe?" He asked, knowing that Joe was hurt; remembering his fear.

"He's okay." Caitlin replied, voice soft. Barry could feel tears well up in his eyes. Joe was okay. He got the bullet out. It was gonna be alright. "He'll be up within a couple weeks."

"How bad is it?" He asked, hesitant to move. It seemed he was hypersensitive to everything on his body, and none of it felt okay.

"Bad." Barry saw tears in Caitlin eyes. He wanted to reassure her – grab her hand – do something, but he didn't have the energy. ""If you didn't heal so quickly I'd be very worried."

Barry remembered another thing. Someone who could have possibly gotten hurt. His mistake. "Linda?"

"She's fine." Cisco said, clearly relived that she was okay. They wouldn't be Team Flash without their compacity to care. He loved that about them.

But Barry had one more question; a question he didn't want the answer to, but needed to know the truth. "Zoom?" He couldn't stop his voice from lowering.

Caitlin shook her head and turned away.

"Let's worry about Zoom when you're up and about." Cisco placed a friendly tap on his leg.

Cisco placed a friendly tap on his leg.

-On his leg.

He couldn't feel his legs.

No… No. It couldn't be possible. It couldn't be. Zoom can't have been able to steal that much from him. There is no way. He forced himself to sit up, but Caitlin was quick to push him back down.

"I can't feel my legs." He told them, voice oddly calm for how he felt. "I can't feel my legs."

What was Barry Allen without The Flash?

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A/N: So that was depressing. I shed some tears not gonna lie.

So, obviously this is kind of an open ending. I could continue on, maybe see who will help Barry with his emotions (not to mention his walking) since Joe is down for the count for a little bit.

I could have the Barry and Joe heart to heart about this situation.

Also gotta see the reaction Captain Singh and the precinct will have now that the secret is out.

Harrison Wells was fun to write. It would be interesting to see him taking on a more proactive role in helping Barry heal from this.

So, small complaint to myself, sorry Caitlin wasn't included in this. Just OMG could I not write her. Sorry if that's anyone's fav character, but I just COULD NOT understand her motivation for doing what she's doing. She also has an odd way of dealing with things? That I just can't write. Sorry.

So, to sum this all up, let me know if you want a sequel! Give me some ideas! I'm not entirely sure where to go with this.

Thank you for reading!