Tess Morgan

QUESTION FOR THE FLASH RP COMMUNITY.

If I were to bring back my Tess Morgan (Harrison Wells’ wife) would anyone be interested in playing with her??

HR hear someone in the cortex snort when they hear that. Cisco, probably. Maybe Harry. A ‘Now would be a good time to tell him.’ comes floating through to the office. HR frowns at the door, frowns at Randolf. He frowns, and it doesn’t feel right on his face.

     “They uh, they already did.” He at least has the decency to feel guilty. “They sent Cynthia Reynolds after me, which was an honor, really, but unnecessary.” A smile, now, apologetic and soft. “We have an interdimensional traveler on the team. His name is Francisco. I think the two are dating now. But he best her in trial by combat.” And still, HR wouldn’t be able to go home. “I thought they’d given the news by now, but- she uh… She was too proud to admit one defeat so she told the council she won.” 

     Not good news to share over an interdimensional message. But at this point, it was all they would ever have.

He can’t make out the words but Randolf hears a murmur in the background. HR’s face looks unfamiliar as it frowns. 

“ What? What’s happened? ” Randolf asks carefully. It had to be something bad. If even HR wasn’t able to keep a smile on. 

Randolf felt his blood run cold.

" Gypsy? They sent Gypsy after you? " 

" How did she-, " he started to ask before he shook his head. " Nevermind. Well, no one's come here yet. "

HR’s life was a miraculous thing. Not that life itself was, but that HR was still alive. He couldn’t be there with Randolf but he could at least call, thanks to Harry’s help. 

     “And if I said that I missed you?” Being told to hang up hurt. This wasn’t  illegal, at least.

Fuck.

“ I- ” I missed you too.

“ I didn’t mean it like that, “ the man on the other side of the call said quietly. His blinds were drawn around the office and he was keeping a watchful eye on the door should anyone come wandering too close. It was risky what HR was doing. Randolf really wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the other man’s travel under wraps.

Travel was a death sentence, but communication was just a bitch. So he had Harry dial E19 instead. Because he knew what he was doing.

“So I should just hang up, right?” 

Some days, Randolf was not sure how HR was still alive. Whether this was because of his lack of self-preservation or because Randolf was continuously fighting the urge to strangle him he wasn’t sure.

“ I would say yes. That might be a good idea. “