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He looked around the darkened room and wondered for what seemed like the millionth time what this place looked like in its' prime, the statues glistening, the articles fresh and readable. A veritable treasure trove of information about his favourite figure in history. He clutched the book he held in his arms just that little bit tighter. He came across the treadmill that was on display in the center of the room and ran his fingers across the smooth surface, wondering how many times he had touched the same controls… how many times he had sped off into the past or the future to fight the forces of evil.

How he wanted to see those battles. How he wanted to meet the man himself, shake his hand; ask him about fighting Murmur, or how he defeated the evil Gorilla Grodd. He shook his head and sighed heavily, wondering if he would ever get the chance to see anything as exciting as that. He often wished that he didn't live in such a peaceful and crime free time; he almost wished for the spirit of selfishness that possessed the criminals of the twenty first century would inhabit the people in his era, so that heroes would rise again to fight evil.

Heroes like Wally West: The Flash.

Blue lightning danced across his vision, knocking him from his reverie and instilling him with confused fear. The lightning became more frantic, creating a shower of sparks. He covered his face from the blinding light, when it suddenly vanished. He cautiously lowered his arms to see a man lying in a smooth crater, his torn yellow clothing barely covering his body.

"My God…" he whispered, before finding his voice and standing. "Are… are you all right?"

The man simply groaned and tried to get to his feet. He stumbled and was about to fall when he caught him. He helped him over to a chair and lowered him into it.

"What happened to you? Where did you come from?"

The man shook his head. "Don't… remember…" he mumbled, the words punctured by incoherent grunting noises.

"What's you name?"

"I don't… remember!" he said, his voice rising in frustration. He looked around him, his eyes adjusting to the darkness around him. "Where…?"

"You're in the Flash Museum. Listen, I think you need to see a doctor."

But the man wasn't listening. "Flash Museum…" He stood and stumbled to his feet, managing to cross the room before stopping at the treadmill. "Then this is…" he said, his hands running across the control panel.

"The Cosmic Treadmill. Look, I need to get you to the hospital."

The man seemed reluctant at first, but finally relented, putting his arm around the stranger's arm. "Who… are you?" he asked, his voice quickly fading.

"My name is Eobard Thawne. Don't worry; I'll see to it that you get the help you need."




(A/N: And there you have it, folks.

My thanks to:

The Worlds Finest (www. worldsfinestonline .com)

Flash: Those Who Ride the Lightning (www. hyperborea .org / flash)

Titans Tower (www. titanstower .com)

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