The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive (Male Reader Insert)

2.7 Cold Shoulder

Y/N, Cisco, and Wells all sat in the cortex room of the lab. The news was talking about Killer Frost, the city's new "on the loose, dangerous meta-human." The three team members all had their heads down, none of them saying anything. After a silence that felt like it had gone on forever, Y/N eventually shook his head and spoke.

Y/N: How is this even possible?

Cisco: The night the accelerator exploded, Caitlin was standing right beside me when we were hit by the blast. She must have been altered in the same way I was.

Y/N: But why now? Why not sooner?

Wells: It could have something to do with her research.

Y/N nodded towards him. He remembered the research papers Caitlin had been working on before working on the accelerator. He had found them interesting at the time. Now, it seemed like a nightmare.

Y/N: The hypothesis of an alter ego with an entirely different personality hidden under the surface. One way to activate that personality was cold temperatures.

Wells took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes.

Wells: Dr. Snow has experienced a lot of hardship in a very short amount of time, perhaps more than any of us. Between Ronnie, her father's death, the particle accelerator... She may have been trying to suppress all that rage and emotion. That desire to lash out and hurt others like she had been hurt. She needed to push it down into herself. That may have been what formed...

Y/N: Killer Frost. 

The two nodded at each other. The three all fell silent once more. After a moment, Y/N exploded.

Y/N: Cisco, why didn't you tell me about this?!

Cisco: We didn't want to worry you anymore than you already were.

Y/N: But this is something I need to know! This is Caitlin we're talking about, not some random meta-human!

Cisco: She told me not to tell you.

Y/N: Well, maybe if you did, I could have helped! We could have prevented this as a team!

Wells: Y/N, you need to calm down. This was Caitlin's idea. Cisco is not to blame.

Y/N paused. He then grunted and left the room. The other two watched him, hanging their heads down low. Cisco looked over at the news photo showing Killer Frost. He thought about his lost friend.

A little while later, Joe showed up at the lab. He walked into the cortex room where Wells was still watching the news. The scientist threw a pen down, running his hands over his face. Joe knocked on the side of the wall, getting his attention.

Joe: Hey.

Wells: Hello, Detective.

Joe: Where's Y/N?

Wells: Where he always is these days. 

Joe nodded and walked towards one of the side rooms. Y/N was running on the treadmill, trying to get faster. He had his earbuds in, listening to music as he ran. Joe looked at him. He could see the emotions the bitter man was trying to hold back displayed on his face. Joe grabbed the microphone and spoke into the room.

Joe: Y/N.

He got nothing.

Joe: Y/N.

Y/N was too busy running, listening to the music blasting through his ears. Joe pressed a red button on the panel next to him, slowing down the treadmill. Y/N noticed the change, looking over and seeing Joe through the glass. He nodded and slowed down.