I can't remember my last name. My real last name. How have I never noticed before? Not even one day of knowing Barry Allen and my world is falling apart again.
"I work with forensics. I can find out for you. Let me run a simple DNA test and we can find out who you really are."
"Barry, it doesn't make any sense-"
"I know, I know it's got to be a lot to take in, but —"
"I have to go," I hurry back to Star Labs. I run straight to his secret room.
"What was my last name? Before you adopted me?"
"Garrick why?"
"I couldn't remember. So my name was Jesse Garrick?"
"Correct. You were six years old. You don't remember?"
"No. Do you have pictures or any records of any kind of them? I want to help out my memory."
"Jesse. Your parents were killed by something impossible. At that time nobody believed in the impossible. Every record of you and your family were erased after their death."
"Oh. Are you sure?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
There was a time I could confidently answer that question. Now I am not so sure, but I answer a convincing, "No, of course not." I turn to leave the room again.
"Jesse."
I turn back around.
"That night traumatized you. Don't be down on yourself if you can't remember something. You can always ask me and I'll help you to the best of my ability. You know how much I've grown to care about you."
"Thank you. I guess I just needed a reminder. I care about you too."
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Transformed: Barry Allen's Sister // The Flash's Sister
FanfictionBarry Allen barely got his younger self out of the house alive the night of his mother's death. He was not in time to save his sister. Her body was never found, but she was presumed dead. Barry wants more than anything to catch the man who murdered...
