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

Chapter 88

Iris came to Barry and my defense, "Hey," she snapped back, "that's on all of us! We made these decisions as a team."

Harry filled his duffle bag full of tech and instruments, and glared at Barry and me before leaving the Cortex. "No, we didn't," Harry snarled.

God, I have to fucking fix this. It's my fault, it's all my fault. I'm in control of this team, and I let one of our core members be snatched away from us. I let Barry give up his speed with no clear plan in sight to get it back.

Barry growled, "Where are you going?"

Harry sneered, "I'm going to go find Jesse before Zoom does, again!

My blood boiled inside of me, so I attacked, "Now I get why she ran away from you." The second those words left my mouth, Harry picked up a marker from the table next to him, and chucked it at me—it missed. Barry pulled me close to him, trying to calm me down.

"Wait, you found Jesse? How?" Cisco questioned, hands on his hips.

"Cellular dead zones, Ramon," Harry explained, fiddling with his phone. "People from my earth vibrate at a different frequency than people from your earth, so they leave cellular dead zones where ever they go."

Cisco stated, "That's why I'm always dropping calls around you?"

"So, wait. How did that help?" Iris asked, confused.

"I track the dead zones, created by Jesse since she got here, and I follow the trail. It's easy," Harry explained to Iris, in a condescending voice.

I glared at Harry, who was loading his gun. "You think you're going to need that gun to convince her to leave with you?" I smirked.

"You're full of shit today, aren't you Finn?" Harry jabbed. "The gun isn't for my daughter; she's not the only person from a different earth hiding out on this one. If I run into them, I'm going to need this."

"Have fun not getting recognized with your great disguise," I grumbled, and Harry began to exit the Cortex.

Cisco tried to reason, "Okay, but you're also going to need some help."

Harry snapped, "Well, do you know anyone with the speed to help me, Ramon?" Then, he finally left all of us.

My fists balled, and I broke away from Barry's grip. "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him," I grumbled, pacing around the Cortex. Then, I stormed into the doorway leading to the hallway Harry was walking down. "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU HARRISON WELLS! FUCK YOU!" I screamed at him, rage boiling inside me.

His response was holding up both of his middle fingers as he walked towards the elevator.

I nearly went after him, but Barry grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back inside the Cortex. "Hey, hey," Barry said in a soothing voice as he dragged me away from Harry, "stop letting him get inside your head like that."

Everybody had dispersed, leaving Barry and me alone. I collapsed into a desk chair, my head in my hands as stress over took my consciousness. "I know, I know," I whispered, feeling tears well in my eyes and my body shake.

Barry sat down in a chair next to me, now noticing the tears falling onto my pants. "Why are you crying?" he asked, holding my right wrist.

I sniffled, "It's my fault, all of this shit is my fault."

"What are you talking about?" Barry asked, confused.

Tears still poured down from my eyes, but I lifted my head up to look at Barry. Seeing his face brought another wave of guilt down on me. There was no more lightning in his eyes, no more inspiration to save the world, no more Flash.

My head collapsed back into my hands, but Barry pulled both of my hands away from my face. "Finn, talk to me. I can't read minds," he demanded.

I shook. Stress and guilt overtook me even more violently. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I'm so sorry I let this happen to you and to Caitlin."

"You didn't do anything," Barry pleaded with me.

"I know," I cried, resting my head onto Barry's knees.

Finally, he understood me.

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Hiiiiiii, I graduated high school some how. Now I can destress and get back to writing.

Also, you guys should really watch American Gods because it's so fucking good (thank you Neil Gaiman and Bryan Fuller). It filled the hole that Hannibal left behind (RIP).

Get ready for season 3 of this story, because shit's going to get crazy. ;)