I am... (Barry and Sebastian Oneshots)

A little game of chase (Extension of an extension)

Barry Allen, a name known by many as someone who can't be near a ball without tripping. Incompetent with everything sport like.

Sebastian Smythe, amazing at every sport under the sun.

The polar opposite of the same scarlet spectrum.

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Barry made his way to the sports fields. He was joined by the rest of the off duty CCPD officers. A rival PD had set up this meet up, the Captain's said that the rival PD would discuss the details when they get there.

"Alright, we just need one more person." The Captain asked the CCPD force. His eyes glanced around, brushing over Barry a few times before, after what seemed a sigh - probably about why Eddie had stayed on duty and how it was unfair -  they locked onto him. "Allen, come here." He called out.

Barry slowly shrunk his way over to him.

"We are playing Lacrosse, you are our final player. Do you know the rules of the sport?" The Captain asked. He held that look in his eyes that he was not impressed. 

"Yeah, I went to a prep school. I don't have any equipment or uniform for it." Barry pointed out. Barry felt like suddenly he might be able to get out of playing.

"No worries, we have a set that you can use." The Captain stated, passing him a bag, directing him to go and get changed. The Captain followed Barry's form as he left to get changed. 

When Barry was gone, Joe approached the Captain. "We are so going to lose..."

"Flames..." The Captain whispered in agreement. He still continued to glance in the direction that Barry had headed. 

The rest of the CCPD agreed in silent nods.

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"Ready!" The ref shouted before the game began. He dropped his hand, the white cloth gripped within his grasp flapping madly in the sudden movement, even with the lack of prevalent wind. 

With practised skill, Barry swooped it up before making his way towards the opposing goal. Swinging it quickly and powerfully between the defending player's legs, scoring the first point for the CCPD. They hollered in excitement as Barry scored the first point.

By the end, Barry had scored the most collective points in one game both PD had ever seen. The CCPD were bouncing in their seats as they won by an easy twenty points. How the CCPD was going to rub it in the other PD's faces' - what? They always used to do it to them! - if they won.

If anyone thought that the first goal was amazing, they were continued to be surprised by Barry's performance throughout the game. Point after point, their shock increased into eventually amazement, interest and - well, what else could it be? - shock. 

Steadily a smirk had spread across the face and the skill of the game seemed to have doubled with every point scored, whether for or against them. Barry's deadliness of the game increased, again and again, the shocking respect that suddenly everyone held for him increased as well as through the course of the game. 

None of the other rival PD team players could keep up with Barry as the game went on, by the end the other team all but collapsed out of exhaustion, trying to prevent Barry from being even close to anything that could cause a point to the CCPD.

Everyone supporting the CCPD side of the game - including the CCPD itself - was almost laughing and crying in joy as the other PD lost by a mile, well remembering that they have never won against another PD let alone one that has never lost in over a decade.

"Allen? Where did you become so good at Lacrosse?" The Captain asked the moment that Barry was freed from the depths of the CCPD group. The Captain had an uncharacteristic - when it comes to Barry - smile across his face.