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

I walked into my personal lab to try and work on something to combat a new Earth-2 meta called Doctor Light. Blaring from the speakers on my desk, Wells—who Cisco and I lovingly deemed Harry—was blaring 80s love songs while he was on my computer touching all of my stuff . . .

AND HE WAS ALSO EATING ONE OF MY FUCKING MILKY WAYS I HID FROM CISCO.

I folded my arms over my chest, glaring at Harry. "Hey Harry," I shouted over the music, "Harry!" He looked at me pleasantly for a split second, and then he was grumpy again.

I approached him, and sarcastically commented, "Come inside, use my lab, use my computer, eat my snacks, I don't care!"

"Thanks," Harry smirked.

Taking the stool out from under the work bench, I sat down gathering the parts I had scattered all around the lab, but I didn't have a single clue on how or what I was going to build. "You and Wells prime have very different ideas on what proper manners are," I scoffed, "and his were much better."

"This Harrison Wells and I are very different but similar in some respects we're the same," Harry dabbled on, "I see he made almost the same mistake as I did with the particle accelerator."

I turned around to face Wells, and I sighed, "He wasn't as bad as everyone else said he was; they just didn't know him like I did."

"What did he do to you?" Harry questioned, approaching me. "I know he caused the singularity, murdered Barry's mother, shot you, blah, blah, blah. What did he do to you?" Harry slammed a metal tool against the table. "You think I don't notice that you can barely even look at me? Why is that? What did he do to you?"

Abruptly, I stood up to stand on the other side of the work table, and I stared down at my feet. "Stockholm Syndrome," I explained harshly. "Bonding with your captor."

"I see," Harry snorted, "and when you tried to leave he shot you."

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "No," I said softly, "When he took me, my plan for survival was to make him bond with me so he wouldn't kill me, but he reversed that on me. When Barry defeated him the first time and saved me I thought that I was grateful to get away from him, but I realized that I loved him and he loved me. Then, when Barry time traveled again, he was so mad that Barry didn't save his mother, so he picked up a gun and shot at him . . . but the bullet hit me instead. When Wells got erased from time, he died thinking that he killed me . . ."

"And that's why you went into shock hearing the gun fire this morning," Wells stated.

I tried to look at his face, but all I managed was his black sweater. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me for a split second before putting up this mean front," I stated. "What's the deal with that?"

Harry chuckled, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," I smirked.

Harry sighed, "On my Earth, you, Finn Carter, work at Star-Labs with me, and you're my favorite employee. Then, once the day's work is done at the lab, you go home to your husband and step-daughter."

"What the hell?" I asked confused.

"Your name was Finn Carter about a year ago, but then my wife, Tess, died after being sick for four long years. Then, my Finn came into my life, and three months ago we got married but my daughter refused to attend the wedding," Wells explained. "Jesse hates you. My wife is the only one who calls me Harry, so that's why every time I see you, I think it's her for a split second."