Glitching to Fix Time {Poor Execution, Rewrite occurring in diff book}

Ch 17: Crisis on Earth X pt 5 (The real one this time)

"Can we help you?" Oliver asked the arsonist.

"You? No." Rory shook his head passing Oliver right by looking down at the trio on the floor. "Kids off your butts, puttin you to work. You're gonna help memory wipe the crowd. We gotta do damage control before the time bureau shows up."

"Uh, no, no, no. The kids are staying here where it's safe." Felicity protested. "They're not doing your job for you."

"What else are they gonna do? Sit here bored out of there noggins? We erase everyone's memories we can send them on their way and restore history. A few extra hands'll help me with that while you all deal with containing that Nazi Bastard."

"You see he is a prime example as to why Clarity needs to stop hanging out with criminals. How many times do I have to explain it before it reaches your peanut sized brain? You aren't conning any of these kids into doing your work for you."

"He's not a criminal. He's a Legend." Jonas spoke up holding the flasher with practiced ease as Mick passed it to him. He popped up his suit jacket collar up. "This was supposed to be the wedding of the century. It'll cement faster than others. We need to move quick. You all might not understand the gravity of that but the union of Iris West and Barry Allen... it's astronomically significant to the timeline. If we don't do damage control now it could have disastrous effects. My dad would want me to preserve the timeline. That's what I'm gonna do."

Elicia hugged her flasher that Mick passed her. A fierce look in her stormy blue eyes. "Mom and everyone exposed themselves trying to protect all of us. We have to protect their identities now. It's our turn."

"That's right." Mick nodded his head, grinning he ruffled Elicia's blonde curls. He looked to Oliver and Felicity. "Don't worry I'll be watching 'em."

"Hold on, hold on." Oliver raised a hand at Mick. "I'm not comfortable with you giving my son, or any of these kids, a weapon that erases peoples minds." Oliver objected, he pointed to the device now in his son's hands. "William, put that down. You two do the same."

"Dad, don't be lame. Elicia and Jonas are gonna do it. If you say no they'll sneak out with their fancy meta powers."

"No one is sneaking anywhere now that you told, genius." Jonas rolled his eyes.

"Let me help, Let us help. We'll be careful." William insisted. "Please? I want to protect the Flash's secret identity." William was nudged by Jonas. "And everyone else's. I don't want to just sit when there's something I can actually do to help you guys. None of us do."

"The best thing that you kids can do to help is wait here. None of you are to leave this room. Mr. Rory can handle this on his own." Oliver denied. After the death glare he received Mick gave the kids an apologetic look walking out of the room. Taking back their flashers. The arsonist having wanted to give them a task so they wouldn't be left to think about how scary that fight must've been.

"What are we supposed to do now? Just sit?" Jonas demanded.

"Yes, and..." Oliver pulled out, some ice cream from the freezer. "...eat some ice cream."

"Are you kidding?" Jonas demanded. "He's gotta be kidding."

"He doesn't look like he's kidding." Elicia leaned over to Jonas.

"He's not." Will frowned, slouching. "My dad never kids."

"Okay! Who wants a sundae?" Oliver asked the kids.

"Ooh, I love a sundae." Clarity clapped her hands together walking into the room, now all patched up by Caitlin smiling brightly. "They're bringing in Prometheus. I can take over from here." Clarity assured them, though she made a point to look at Oliver not at Felicity. Clarity beyond upset with her, not believing she could keep her smile in place. She didn't want to fight with her friend while Elicia was watching. The blonde tried her best not to be hurt by being ignored, but it was hard.