Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

            I sat in front of my vanity trying to calm myself down before my College Board meeting, because while I was almost dying in the hospital, the University of Central City's cutoff date passed by without my application. But, they've heard about all I've done at Star Labs, and may consider taking me in so late.

This is my shot at getting my doctorate.

Doctor Finn Carter. God, that sounds so fucking satisfying.

I loaded all of my files, documents, and letters of recommendation into the manila folders in my backpack along with my tablet and portfolio.

Barry walked into the bedroom with my protein shake that helped strengthen my muscles in hand, and he quickly pecked me on the lips before giving it to me. He sat down on the edge of the bed smiling at me, "What?" I laughed as I sipped my shake.

"I'm just really proud of you," Barry smirked.

I huffed, "Save your pride. They might not take me since I got three of the four letters of recommendation."

"Yeah," Barry retorted, "From Caitlin, Tina McGee from Mercury Labs, and Professor Stein. You have a working theory for time travel, an amazing thesis paper, six months of working with the best of the best under your belt, and you made a quantum splicer."

I bashfully laughed, "Stop making me sound better."

Barry was about to speak, but our doorbell rang cutting him off. "I'll get that," He stated standing up from the bed to answer the door.

I slipped on Eobard's ring onto my left middle finger, like he wore it, and it actually fit now because I conned Cisco into resizing it for me!

"Hey Finn," Barry called from the front door, "You need to come here."

That's weird. The only person or thing that would come for me was either my mom/family or the copious amounts of makeup I online ordered from Sephora that wouldn't be here for a few more days.

I got up, and quickly pulled my crop top down so it would cover my gunshot scar better since it was just an inch and a half above my belly button—it looked like a second belly button. Walking out of the bedroom, I saw Barry leading a plain yet sophisticated man to our breakfast nook near the kitchen.

"Ms. Carter?" The man asked sitting down at the nook as Barry awkwardly went back into our bedroom.

I cautiously walked to the nook, and sat down on the comfortable chair. "Can I help you?" I asked confused.

The man explained, "I'm Greg Turk, I'm an attorney at Weathersby and Stone. Usually, I'm not one to make house calls, but until just recently it seemed like you had just vanished off of the face of the Earth."

"Yeah," I awkwardly explained, "I got shot when the singularity opened over the city, so I haven't been up to much other than trying to make reporters leave me alone."

Greg stated abruptly, "We need to talk about Harrison Wells."

I hesitated, "Oh..."

Greg continued, "He left Star-Labs you and Mr. Allen, you owning the majority. It's a part of his living will."

"I haven't been really back there since," I was nervous, "You know."

He was abrupt, "I'm not here about Star-Labs."

"Why are you here then?" I questioned noticing his rushing personality.

"While he was alive, Dr. Wells created a living will that, upon his death, gave you Star-Labs, his estate," my eyes widened, "and everything inside of it, named you the director of Star-Labs, to transfer all money from his bank account directly into yours," my eyes were as wide as they could be. "And," Greg explained reading from a list, and he handed me a large manila folder, "this."

At that moment, I was about sixteen million dollars richer from the house alone.

I took the folder, but hesitated to open it since I was in complete shock. "What's in this?" I asked softly.

Greg huffed, "A letter of recommendation to Central City University for your doctorate degree."

"Oh my god," I murmured over and over again.

He laughed, "I think you're having a quite tame reaction given that you just inherited thirty-two million dollars." I clutched the folder to my chest, and the look of intense shock made Greg laugh even more.

I gasped, "That's more than my entire life is worth."

"Not anymore," Greg smiled and handed me all the documents left for me, "I'm done here for now," He stood up and walked to the front door, "Have a good life Ms. Carter."

Then, Greg was gone, and the door automatically locked behind him.

I sat all the documents down on the table I had been given, and I stared; the deed to his house, a formal letter naming me the director of Star-Labs, the deed to the facility, a letter giving me direct access to his bank account and Star-Labs' account, and the folder containing my letter of recommendation.

Holy shit.

"What was that about?" Barry asked from emerging our bedroom.

I stated monotone, "Eobard's will."

"Did he leave you something?" Barry sat down across from me, and I nodded in silence, "What?"

I took a deep breath, "He left us Star-Labs, named me the director, left me the deed to the property and his house, a letter of recommendation to CCU, and get ready for this," I grinned, "He left me all the money in his and Star-Labs' bank accounts."

Barry's eyes were wider than dinner plates, "No way," he protested thinking I was playing a trick on him. He picked up all of the papers and read them.

"Bar," I shook as I grinned, "We just inherited thirty-two million dollars."

He pointed to the envelope, "Open that one," Barry instructed.

I looked down at the folder, but I was nervous; it was much too heavy to contain just a letter of recommendation. Slowly and carefully, I opened the folder and pinched the sides to see inside: a three page, typed college recommendation letter, a small journal looking object, and a flash drive.

Gently, I pulled out each thing inside and laid it upon the table.

"What is that?" Barry furrowed his brow at the small, black book.

I huffed swallowing the lump in my throat from looking at his stuff, "I don't know, but we really need to get down to CCU before I'm late."