Imagine Harrison Wells shooting Barry because Barry got frisky with you
“Barry, I think we need–” You instantly stop talking when you turned around and noticed Barry was standing very close behind you. Your body couldn’t help but jerk back. You would have accidentally kissed Barry’s lips if you hadn’t moved your head fast enough.
Barry’s hungry gaze lingered on you. Something wasn’t right. Barry would never look at you that way, like he suddenly had a burning desire for you. No, no, no. How could you even think like that? Iris is the love of his life; he definitely wouldn’t have any interest in you. Besides, he clearly knew that you were in love with Harrison Wells.
“What are you doing?” You asked with an unsure tone, letting out a nervous smile and trying to walk away from him.
You pretended nothing weird had happened, but it seemed Barry had other ideas.
“Something…” Barry alluded and you could sense he was slowly approaching you from behind, “I think I should have done…” He gripped your arm and turned you around to face him, locking you between his arms, “a long time ago.”
Barry took a second to look at your attractive red lips before he closed his eyes and pulled you into a kiss.
You were confused, totally confused. Why was he doing this? This Barry was like a complete stranger to you. You slightly pushed him away and gathered your thoughts with a gasp, “Barry, I’m Dr. Wells’…” You wanted to say “girlfriend”, but Barry gave you no time and pressed his lips once again to yours.
But before you could shove him away again, Barry was abruptly twitching and trembling; an excruciating groan coming from his throat. The tremor spread over his body and he slammed on the floor, unconscious.
“Oh my…” You were taken aback, lifting your head you saw Harrison Wells holding a stun gun firmly in his hand, “What did you do?”
Harrison took a livid glimpse of the man lying on the floor before eyeing you softly, “Are you okay?”
“I’m… I’m fine.” You stammered, knowing that Harrison had plenty of reasons for being mad at Barry, but shooting him seemed way too far, “Why did you shoot Barry?”
“He’s not Barry,” Harrison pointed to the man, you followed his direction and saw the fake Barry was gripping a pistol in his left hand, “our Barry is right-handed. This man is the shape-shifter we are looking for.”
“Oh, I knew it!” You let out a relived sigh, the explanation made everything clear.
“And since he got frisky with you,” Harrison whispered darkly, “he deserves all the shooting.”