Within Seconds // Barry Allen

Unexpected Inmate

"You're such a loser," Barry chuckled.

"I'm a loser that you can't resist."

She jumped into his arms and brought them down onto the couch, straddling his hips.

Barry gripped her waist and accepted all of her kisses, rather hungrily. He kissed back, using more force with each kiss. Slowly, his hands started to roam from her waist.

"You know what this suit is made out of?" he whispered in between her kisses.

"Please don't make a stupid joke," she panted.

"Boyfriend material."

A small smack of her lips detaching from his jawline occurred. She moved her face back, her hair shielding their faces. Her blinks were slow; a small smirk on her face.

"Turn off?" Barry winced.

"Major," Parker whispered.

She smothered him with kisses once more and he did the same to her.

Secretly, she added his loser pick up lines to the List.

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Joe West had requested both Barry and Parker at the crime scene.

Like always, it was at an awful early hour on a weekend.

Barry and Parker grudgingly obeyed, flying through the streets of Central City to the prison.

"This is literally my dream Sunday," Parker joked, following Barry to the escapee's cell. "I really wanted to spend my Sunday morning in a jail."

Barry glanced at her. He silently begged her to not grumble in front of Joe.

She obeyed, raising her hands in a surrender. "I'll talk to the prisoners," she decided.

It had probably been a very long time since those men had seen a woman.

Just walking through the hallways with inmates had Barry feeling uncomfortable for his girlfriend.

Those men wolf-whistled, cat-called and eyed her in ways that were not appropriate.

When he first saw a prisoner look at her, he put his arm around her waist.

She had shoved him away and told Barry she was fine by herself-- a concept he couldn't seem to grasp.

Parker backtracked through the hall, the prisoners in the hallway watching her every move.

She cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted, "If one of you happened to get a look at the person who broke him out, speak now!"

All she got was some gross, sexual remarks.

"If no one wants to help, then I guess I'll just leave.." Parker trailed off, taking two steps back.

Protests came from the prisoners.

"Then who wants to help?" she challenged.

"Are you the cops?" A prisoner shouted.

"Sketch artist. So, no, if we're being technical," Parker stated, her hands moving to rest on her hips. "Now that we know that, who wants to give me some information? Anything I should know?"

Twenty-four minutes later, after two minute talks with twelve different prisoners, Parker had the notes page on her tablet filled with information on Clay Parker. She took a small bow for the prisoners and retreated to Barry.

He was thoroughly explaining some science talk to Joe when she arrived. His eyes averted from the bottle in his hand to her and he cut himself off, allowing her to speak.

"The dude was trapped in here. There's no sign of footprints outside the window or anything super obvious, as far as I know. I checked his name on the list of people affected by the Accelerator-- nothing came up. I'm researching family members with the same name and trying to find out who his girlfriend is..." Parker stopped talking, due to Barry freezing.

"Is that Parker Sylas?"

Parker's mouth dropped. A grin fell onto her lips and she spun around, almost not believing her ears.

Sure enough, Henry Allen stood in the doorway of the cell. He was handcuffed and a guard held his elbow, but he was there.

"Henry!" Parker gleefully shouted as Barry yelled, "Dad!"

Barry dropped his science gear and raced to Henry, holding onto his hand like a lifeline.

Parker would have stepped away, if Henry hadn't made a motion, reaching for her hand.

Parker looked at Barry for confirmation, Barry grinned and nodded, and Parker slipped her frail fingers into the palm of Henry's hand.

"Word around here is that Parker pulled a Shawshank," Henry said, glancing back and forth between the two kids.

"You would be correct. And none of the other prisoners heard or saw anything," Joe explained.

"Well, they wouldn't talk to you about it," Henry scoffed.

"I got a few things out of some prisoners," Parker said.

"Which still leaves us with not a lot to go on," Barry said.

Henry squeezed Barry's hand. "If there's anyone who can figure out how he got out of here, it's you, son."

The lingering guard decided to step up and tug on Henry's elbow.

Parker and Barry slipped their hands out of Henry's and interlocked their own fingers together instinctively.

"Duty calls," Henry muttered.

Barry popped his head around the door and watched his dad walk away, the ghost of a smile on his face. He turned and faced Joe, his eyebrows raised.

"So, my dad just happened to stop by?"

"The guard owed me a favor."