I laughed as Barry exited the Cosmic Treadmill room, covered in motion sensors and dripping with sweat. To combat crime in the city while the Flash was out of commission, Cisco decided to make a hologram of Barry to control with a video game joy stick, and it's worked surprisingly well.
"I need a breather," Barry gasped, looking for his water bottle that I was holding. He took the blue bottle from my hands and downed the insides in seconds.
Iris stated what everybody was thinking, "I didn't think this hologram thing was going to work, but so far so good." She and Cisco high-fived in victory.
"I mean, I figured if they can get Tupac rapping again at a concert, we can definitely get the Flash running around Central City," Cisco laughed.
I joked, "Let's be real, that hologram was definitely not a hologram, and Tupac is alive and well somewhere."
Harry entered the room, dampening everybody's mood. "It's not going to last," he stated.
Rolling my eyes, I rubbed my temples and sighed, "There it is."
"It won't be long before someone figures out 'Oh wait, you never say anything, you never touch anything, you never go indoors'," Harry explained, being a little shit.
"Since V-10 isn't going to work, this is the best idea we have," I snapped.
Harry chuckled, "I'm pretty sure you do have a better idea, Finn. Instead of playing hoodlums and holograms, you think it would be a better idea to rebuild the particle accelerator to get Barry's speed back."
"How do you know that?" I furrowed my brow; nobody knew about my plan, not even Barry. Yet, when Wells blurted that out, he seemed relatively calm.
"I found you dead asleep in your lab with the paperwork scattered everywhere, plotting out every single detail of what happened to your particle accelerator," Harry explained.
I looked at Barry, who was doing his thinking hands pose. "Did he tell you about it?" I questioned him.
"He keeps saying that it'll work, but I don't trust it. Look what that explosion did to this city," Barry argued with me.
I snapped, angry, "You don't trust me?" Barry just stared back at me.
Cisco interjected, "Not to mention, the last time we tried to do something like that, we blew a hole in the universe, and created like fifty portals to Earth-2."
Iris also stated, "Which is exactly how Zoom and his henchmen got here in the first place."
I was being prosecuted by my own team. On trial for an idea that hadn't even come to life yet.
"I know how to contain the explosion," I stated, feeling like I had to defend myself.
"Really?" Barry rubbed his face, doubtfully. "You know how to contain a dark matter explosion that last time radiated all of Central City, including you. Harry tried this on his earth, remember? It didn't go so well."
"Even if you could contain it, Harry said that Barry couldn't tap into the Speedforce anymore," Iris argued.
Everything my teammates were saying was like an attack at my credibility. I know the idea is insane, but it's the only one we have left.
I explained, putting up my walls and becoming cold and blunt, "He wasn't connected the first time he got his powers. Look, what I'm basing all of this off is Eobard's data, because he knew how to make this happen exactly right. I have all his math figured out, I know what chemicals were in your body at the time of the explosion, I know how the lightning needs to bond with the dark matter from the particle accelerator explosion. We can recreate the circumstances to get Barry's speed back, and I can guarantee it will work." I looked back at Cisco, and I explained harshly, "Even though this hologram is working now, it's not going to last, and it's not going to save Caitlin. I want her back just as much as you guys do, but all of this," I gestured to the hologram control, "isn't going to bring her back. When Zoom returns, because he is going to come back, the only way to defeat him is to get your speed back. You guys can come to my lab to see everything all my data, but this is the only way we can get Barry's speed back."

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Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)
FanfictionFinn Carter is just your average twenty-four year old; she likes to read, has a hard time finding a job for her degree, she's never really met a guy that was "her type", and she's looking for a little bit of fun in her life. When her long time best...