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

The hot, sticky air licked at my skin as I quietly walked through a barely wooded park in Central City. The sky was dark and cloudless, and the crescent moon illuminated my concrete path through the park.

I had to get back to Star Labs.

Why? I don't know. I don't know why I left, I don't know why I was alone, I don't know where I went, and I don't know why I urgently needed to return to Star Labs.

Over my jean jacket, I had a black backpack with something heavy inside of it. I'm not sure what it was, but it was important, and I needed to deliver the contents of the backpack to Star Labs.

I was so tired. I felt like I hadn't slept in days. My eyes grew heavy, but there was no time to rest. I had to get back to Star Labs.

The air suddenly grew cold; my breath became visible, and the hair on my arms stood straight up. I turned my head to the right, and standing between two ice covered, off street lamps was a woman. Her hair was completely white like her skin, her lips blue and dead, and her eyes stared at me—piercing, icy blue.

I was frozen in my tracks, because this woman seemed so familiar yet so unfamiliar. I knew her, but I didn't at all.

She began to walk towards me, her eyes never leaving mine, and forming in her hand was a large, sharp icicle. Everything her navy, heeled boot stepped on became encased in ice, leaving a wake of death behind the woman.

Her eyes . . . those icy blue eyes. They make me want to vomit. Never in my life had I seen such hate and bloodlust in a person's eyes.

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My eyes opened, the soft morning light poked through my bedroom window, illuminating the cold room. Barry had already left for work, leaving me in the cold bed alone.

I wasn't scared. I didn't awake with my heart pounding in my chest like you normally do from nightmares; I felt abnormally calm. I was uneasy, but I was calm.

Rolling onto my back, I stretched my arms and legs, trying to make myself feel more awake, but the only thing that could give my weak body energy was coffee. Barry always makes me or brings me coffee in the morning, also breakfast if he has the time.

I folded my arms over my eyes, trying to force myself to go back to sleep—subconsciously, I wanted to return to my dream about the cold woman. Who was she? Why did she want me dead?

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Today had been slow so far. There hadn't really been anything that the police couldn't handle, so we didn't send Barry out at all.

Cisco, Caitlin, and I were quietly working in the communal lab. HR had run off to another part of Star Labs with a white board from my lab. I don't know what he was planning to do with it, and I don't care.

Suddenly, barging into the open lab, HR rolled the large board that had been covered in a white sheet into the middle of the room, stating, "We have a problem."

"Yeah, we do," Cisco grumbled. "You're still here."

HR laughed, "Cisco, commenting the obvious. I made a pact with our dear Finnegan," he explained, "to justify my presence on your earth and I think I've got something."

I rested my tablet on the desk, and spun my chair around to face HR. "I'm all ears," I huffed, wishing this would be over quicker.

"I read every news report that I could get my hands on," HR explained, enthusiastically, "and I have come to the conclusion that this very operation is a ticking time bomb."

Caitlin looked at me, and mumbled, confused, "Time bomb?"

I raised my eyebrow, confused, and sharply asked, "What do you mean?"

"You spend all of your time working on . . .," HR grabbed the nearest, high-tech, fragile object he could, and began to flail it about, "whatever, whatever this is."

Cisco snatched the meta-cuffs out of HR's hands and explained to him, frustrated, "This is a very delicate set of power dampening cuffs, and we need them to stop the metahumans."

He shouted, "My point exactly! It's not going to be long until people start putting the pieces together and figure out what you're doing here. You're working with the Flash!"

I hung my head in my hands, already frustrated beyond the point of words.

"Okay, so what's your idea?" Caitlin asked, trying to lead the conversation back on tract.

HR explained, ripping the sheet off the board, "The perfect disguise. We reopen this laboratory, and I become the face of the new Star-Labs Museum." Half of what was displayed on the board was just screenshots of the website for the Star-Labs on Earth-19, our logo with the word museum under it, and a map of only half of the facility.

Him, the face of Star Labs? Absolutely no fucking way. The public already knows me as the sole inheritor of Star-Labs after my accident and the death of Dr. Wells. I have spoken at numerous events. CCPD trusts me with the new meta-tech and cover ups. No way in hell will HR take this from me.

"One problem," Cisco stated. "It's your face."

HR chuckled, "What?"

"You have the same face as the person who shot me and who killed Barry's mother. That means if you step foot outside of this lab, you'll be arrested."

He was perplexed, "Wh—you're just telling me this now, Finnegan? What about the cryptogram? What about the message, 'come to this earth, get a fresh new start'?"

"What about your claim that you're a world-renowned genius scientist?" I snapped.

HR raised one of his drum sticks at me, and I confidently folded my arms over my chest. "That's a good point," he sighed. "I guess we're even. If a string is in a knot, patience will untie it. Patience can do a lot of things, have you ever tried it?" He chuckled, "My dear old ma used to say that..."

"Julian is being a dick, help," Barry texted me.

"Why is he being a dick? Did you do something to make him mad?" I responded, ignoring the madness going on around me.

"He was in a mood this morning, so to make things less awkward, I kindly invited him to the move in the park with us and Joe. He got offended and said that he was hanging out with his girlfriend tonight," Barry texted.

"LOL he doesn't have a girlfriend, Bar. He wants you to leave him alone," I responded, chuckling to myself.

"Everything that I do makes things between us a thousand times worse," said Barry.

"Julian is like a cat, you can't just force him to love you, because he'll scratch the shit out of your face. You have to let him come to you," I replied.

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Hi, I have returned.

I fell down the hole of Riverdale, so that's why I haven't posted. I love Jughead.

That is all.