And just one mistake Is all it will take is all it will take....

[throwingstuff]

This was not what Harrison had planned. Then again, he'd not realized he was up against an actual supernatural creature until it was too late. He'd thought he'd created a monster with the particle accelerator, but he'd just made an existing monster stronger. Then again, if someone tried to tell him vampires weren't only real, but right in his own back yard before it all happened, he would have mocked them. Mercilessly. The very concept of the undead defied science itself. It just wasn't possible.

Then he discovered just how possible it all was.

He'd made a deal with Zoom to get Jesse back. Trading blood for even the chance at her freedom. He didn't care if he was hurting the people he'd been trying to protect. She took priority above all else. But it was never enough. Not for Zoom. But in the end, it came down to a simple choice: His life for Jesse's. He'd assumed Zoom just intended to kill him. Drain him until there was nothing left. He didn't even hesitate. Anything for Jesse, even if he didn't get to see her again. At least she'd be safe.

But he'd been wrong. He woke up after it was over. Different. Changed. And still, Zoom wouldn't release Jesse. There was one last thing. Always one last thing. It never ended with Zoom. But now, it was the truest end. Bring Barry to Zoom to be turned as well. A command he found incredibly difficult to ignore. It sickened him, but still that drive remained: anything for his Jesse.

Time rolled on, and the team continued like normal. Harrison refused to say why he was more upset than normal. Refused to entertain any suspicions that he was different. No, he wasn't just going out at night, that was just coincidence. They needed to work faster. Find a way to render Zoom not only weaker, but turn him human. Killing him wasn't an option. No, he wasn't stronger, that was just a really weak mug. Stop asking so many questions, Ramon, and get back to work.

With each passing hour, he struggled with one decision. Did he tell Barry the truth, or just take him to Zoom?

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[thisismadfreaky]

Cisco has been throwing suspicious glances and questions at Harry for what felt like an entire age by now. Something was off. Different. Wrong. And Cisco is not okay with that feeling at all. Especially when he'd juuuust started really letting go of the face-bias. Harry knows how hard it was for him to let go of all that suspicion early on, because of what Thawne had done, how that whole fiasco had ended. Trusting Harry wasn't an easy feat for the engineer, but he'd managed, and somehow along the way he'd ended up entirely in the box of trusted people Cisco kept to one side.

And now he was making him question it all, all over again.

Late nights in the lab aren't uncommon, but quiet ones are. And they're the ones Cisco revels in because it's so rare their lives are anything like calm at all anymore. He also knows that any minute now, Harry should be emerging from whatever hole he shoved himself in during the day now. The evidence had been stacking, and Cisco was going to prove his assumption right tonight, one way or another.

[throwingstuff]

Cisco may have thought of him as a friend, but the feelings were not reciprocated. Because if Harrison started to actually like these people, started to get attached, he couldn't do what was necessary. He couldn't stay here when it was done, either. No matter what happened, these were not people he could keep, and loss was not something he was willing to deal with any longer. Not if there was even a chance he'd be losing Jesse, too.

Keeping his current status a secret was imperative, and one would think paying better mind to the hours he kept would be vital. But he'd kept unconventional hours before the incident so why bother changing now? So it was well after dark when Harrison finally stormed through the Cortex, emerging from whatever room in the depths of the building he'd chosen to call home.

He didn't so much as glance at Cisco, as he headed to his workspace, mug in hand. Had he slept poorly? Been awake this whole time? Or was it just that normal, haggard, Wells look that was making him so pale and mussed? It was difficult to tell, sometimes.

[thisismadfreaky]

Cisco lifts his head when Harry rushes by toward his workspace, squinting a bit in his direction. He hadn't even heard him come in. It was creepy. The lack of even a glance in his direction had Cisco frowning slightly. He's being even more avoidant than usual lately and it's weird.

"Hey, Harry?" He spins in the swivel seat at his desk, sliding a couple feet out from it. "When did you become a fucking ninja, man?" Lame way to go about starting a conversation, probably, but it was something. He'd get to what he wants to actually discuss soon enough.