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Clary Susan Downey, she maybe the adopted daughter of Susan and Robert, but she was as good as their blood children.

She was quite ambiverted and shy kid, but when she is in her element, nobody can stop her. And her element is directing and photography.

"Clary, wake up!" Exton jumped on the bed of his sister, making Clary groan in irritation. "What is it Ex?" Clary mumbled as she peaked at him with one eye open.

"Dad wants you down." The five year old said, as he stared at the girl with a grin. "Give me ten minutes atleast." Clary said as she sighed in defeat.

"Okay! But please come down fast!" Exton said before bounding out of the room. "I sweat to god, he is going to hit himself one day." Clary grumbled as she sat up in her bed.

She stifled a yawn before removing covers from her leg and got out of her bed, begrudgingly. She slipped her feets into her fluffy house slippers and walked towards her bathroom.

After doing her morning routine, she walked down the stairs of the giant house. She was still in her pajamas.

"There is our director!" Robert exclaimed as he watched his daughter walked down the stairs.

"What's the occasion?" Clary asked as she rubbed her eyes and saw that there were balloons by the living room and Indio was there too.

"Leave it on her to forget her own birthday." Susan said shaking her head at her. "I AM LEGAL!" Clary almost shrieked in delight.

"That you are. Now come down quick. As you are leaving for Georgia tomorrow, we are going to spend most of our time today playing board games and will have a dinner at your favourite restaurant." Robert said smiling.

That was the life Clary, full of love and happiness.

Harrison John Osterfield, a boy with a heart full of hope, following his passion was a bit difficult, but finally he made it to a movie as a major character. To be precise, Simon himself.

He stared out of the window of the airplane, a small smile on his face. He felt like he finally achieved something, something he was proud of.

Making to love, simon was least expected event, but when it came true, he couldn't stop shouting in his house.

And now he was on the plan to Georgia, for the shooting of the movie. He had to call off as Tom's assistant for the press tour. Now he is no more just an assistant, but one of the lead role.

His life took a turn, for the best.

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It’s nice to have a break after the hectic days.

Now that you’re not under the influence of some weird supercharge of energy, you feel more at ease letting Harrison into your place. The second he sees you he smiles.

“Am I in danger of getting attacked?”

You flush.

“Please don’t tease me.”

He laughs and you close the door as you both drift to the living room to take a seat.

“If you keep saving my lab I may have to raise your paycheck.”

You smile as you relax against the couch.

“I’m just glad it all worked out. I swear having a quiet day is impossible in any universe.”

“You’re not wrong.” He agrees.

As the quiet settles you run through just how crazy your life has been. How far you’ve come. How much has changed. It felt like just yesterday you were jumping through a breach, looking for an escape, a purpose. You really hadn’t thought you’d make it this far.

Now you’re actually making a difference. Inventing tech, making friends, having a relationship. These weren’t things you thought you would accomplish. The months that you’ve been with Harrison have been the most challenging and rewarding. Harrison had suffered himself, but still found a way to extend his care, love. He’s been your saving grace, an angel in many ways.

Maybe that’s why when you picture him sometimes, you can almost imagine a halo.

He saved you in every sense of the word. He’d done it all selflessly and now you have a reason to live.

Avery, Evan.. and him.

You have a life again, one you’re very fortunate for.

Looking down at your lap, you fiddle with your fingers.

“Harrison.”

He turns, giving you his undivided attention.

“I know I’ve never said this but I..”

You swallow, finally looking up.

“I love you Harrison.”

He looks shocked at the confession and a part of you wants to bolt. Those words are never easy to say, more so for you. But it’s how you feel, so you see no reason not to be honest, especially with all that he’s done for you.

“I just thought you’d like to know.” You mumble.

You’re still shifting in your seat and when he moves closer and places his hand over yours, you finally look up. You’re a bit surprised, his gaze looks a bit teary.

“A-Are you crying?”

“No, my eyes are just sweating.”

You can’t help it, you giggle. He’s so adorably foolish. When he cups your cheeks, he presses his forehead against your own softly and you almost melt.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

You can’t help but smile.

“That’s lucky.”

He laughs, pulling back to place a kiss on your cheek. You welcome it, his tenderness, warmth, love. He was always there, even before you realized your feelings or he discovered his own. In some crazy way it feels like you both found each other. Above all else, you’re grateful.

You kiss him, much like you’d done before, many more times. It’s meant to be fleeting, but when you pull back for a breath, you can’t help but want more. So you lean in again, and he happily responds. Two..three soft kisses and he’s lowering you to the couch.

Your breathing has become a bit uneven, hands begging to feel him, pull him closer. He obliges, it’s hard not to. His hands part your thighs and your hands grip at his shoulder, desperate. At some point he’s tossed his glasses and your fingers easily slide into his hair. You give a soft tug and he hums, still trying to taste everything he can. He’s so close, there’s practically no space but you still want more, crave more.

You’re surrounded by his embrace and it’s heaven.

He is your home, your heaven.

When he’d first returned. He was ecstatic to venture the world. He’d lost so much due to the past. But he’d gotten a second chance. He told himself that he’d go back. To the very beginning. Although he could travel through time, he couldn’t alter anything. So when he first saw you working, he was determined to finally have his happily ever after.

“Dr. Wells, the CCPD is here to take your statement.”

He nodded at his employee.

“Let them in.”

The male stepped to the side, letting the detective in.

“Dr. Wells, (Y/N) Morgan. My officers are outside questioning your employees that were present when the item was stolen. Is there anything about Mr. Davis that you can tell me? Every bit of information would help.”

For a moment he just gazes at you. Basks in the light. It had been so long since he saw your face. There was a part of him that somehow knew he’d died the minute he lost you.

“Dr. Wells are you alright?” You took a step closer, inspecting him for injuries.

“Did Mr. Davies attack you?”

Harrison blinked.

“Oh, no no. I’m fine.” He gave a little laugh, running his hand down his tie.

“I apologize I just..” He paused, eyes still very much trained on you.

“You’re just so beautiful..” It was said wistfully. A bashful expression crossed your face, and he took a much needed step back.

“Sorry! Sorry that was unprofessional. You’re supposed to be helping me and I’m distracting you. There is not much more I can provide about him other than the security footage that we reviewed. I’m sorry we can’t be more helpful.” You clear your throat, sliding your hands in your pockets.

“It’s alright. If you think of anything else. Please don’t be afraid to reach out. You have my contact information.”

“Yes, if anything comes to mind I’ll be sure to call. “

For a moment, you both just stand there.

You’ve known Harrison Wells for years. The man was labeled a genius by many. He was successful, handsome and apparently not that bad of a guy. None of your paths had ever crossed until today. You never thought much of him until you stepped through that door. As a detective, gut feelings have always been an aid in your life. That’s why the second you saw him in person, it felt..strange. He kept staring at you like you’d met before, and something about his presence felt almost powerful.

He was a billionaire, so that should have been expected.

But this was different.

You gaze at him, almost trying to figure him out.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

It’s not like he had set off any red flags. But you needed to figure out this particular mystery. Right after you found his gear.

“Have a good day Dr. Wells.”

“Yes! You too.” He offered a charming smile, and you turned, exiting the room.

~~~~

“Detective Morgan, always good to see a friendly face.”

You grin at the CSI officer.

“Mr. Allen, how is little Nora? Is she missing her favorite aunt?”

“Always.” He laughs. He looks a little preoccupied, but you can’t help but broach the question.

“Hey Barry, can I ask you something?” He looks intrigued now. You gesture to your office, and he follows. When he closes the door, he’s invested.

“Have you made any progress on the missing tech at star labs?”

He shook his head.

“No. Thankfully all that was stolen is a supercharged battery. It’s good to power a car at most, but not much else. It’s one of the newer modifications Star Labs has been working on. The charger inside allows a car to run with the battery for days and its solar charge. So as long as there’s a signal, the vehicle can go for weeks. My guess is this thief was just trying to make a quick buck.”

You nod, pulling a pen off your desk absentmindedly as you bounce it on your leg.

Barry tilted his head at the reaction.

“Why does it feel like you’re not as concerned about this criminal?”

He’d seen through that quickly. Not that you were surprised.

“How much do you know about Harrison Wells?” You can just see the excitement rise into his eyes.

“Enough to know the man is a revolutionary genius!”

Maybe Barry was the wrong person to ask. He was obviously biased.

“I know he’s the victim, and I don’t really get the vibe that he would set up his employee to steal something like this just to make more money. He’s literally swimming in wealth just by breathing.”

“So if he’s not a suspect, why are you so suspicious?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. You briefly contemplate telling him at all. If you were being honest it would only be a matter of time before he found out. Because you were going to bring this up with Iris whenever you both had free time anyway.

“Today in the office he was acting a little weird. That’s why I thought he was possibly in on it and just trying his best to distract me.”

“Weird how? What exactly did he say?”

“He said I was beautiful.” Your eyes are narrowed like you’re trying to solve some elaborate mystery.

Barry’s expression is blank for a moment, like he’s waiting for the punchline. It never comes.

“Are you kidding me! A guy compliments you and you immediately assume he’s a criminal.”

“W-What! No I-I…It was a gut feeling!!” You defend. Barry just begins laughing, and you frown.

“If you’re not going to help you might as well leave!!”

So he does, snickering on his way out. It earns some looks from your coworkers, and you roll your eyes.

Last time you rely on Barry for help.

~~~

“Can I have one coffee please.”

The barista gives a smile, and you move to take a seat as you wait for your order to be called. Your focus diverts to your cellphone as you scroll through messages from reports.

“Detective Morgan?” Your eyes lift at the familiar voice. Just then your order is called, and he’s standing at the counter. He nods to the barista who hands him the coffee with a smile. Harrison moves over to your seat. You simply watch as he places it down.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all.” He pulls out a chair, and you pocket your phone.

“Unfortunately we haven’t made much progress on your case. We’ve set up some interference in case he tries to sell it within the city. But if he’s already fled, then it makes it a bit more difficult. My contacts in DC are keeping me updated. “

Harrison smiles.

“I appreciate you working so diligently on my behalf.”

“It is my job.” You point out. He’s still wearing that warm smile that sort of disarms you. Because those eyes hold something akin to adoration and you’ve literally only spoken to this man once in your life. You weren’t such a naive soul to believe in something like love at first sight.

“Detective I was actually wondering if you would like to-”

You jump when you hear the glass at the door shatter. A canister rolls in, and you immediately go into fight mode.

“Everyone get done, cover your faces!!”

Your yell echoes, and a few of them react as instructed. But others aren’t so quick. The smoke is blinding, and instinctively you reach for your gun, but the second it’s within grasp, it’s flung out of your hand. You’re struck right in the stomach, and you grunt when your body hits the floor harshly.

“Nice try.” A male voice says.

People in the area are coughing, and you try to cover your face as you search for your weapon on the floor.

“Detective!!”

Harrison is calling for you, but you're still trying to gather your wits. You're still trying to pick yourself off the floor. Someone beats you to it. You’re grabbed by the back of your hair, yanked off the floor. Your cry of pain catches Harrison’s attention. Through the smoke and chaos his eyes catch your predicament, and anger rushes through his veins. You aren’t really sure how to explain what happens next. One minute you’re fighting in jitters, the next, you witness an explosion of green particles.

Your legs land on solid ground and you gasp.

“What the hell!!”

That sounds like the voice of your assailant. Your head whips to the back, and standing there is the very criminal you all had been searching for. He’s decked down in black clothing holding your gun in his hand and it’s pointed at Harrison.

“DR. WELLS!!”

You’re startled that he isn’t begging for his life, or even trying to run. His glare is fixated on Mr. Davies, and the man pulls the trigger to your horror. The bullet however does connect. The weapon disappears in those similar green sparks. When it reappears, Harrison is holding it in his hand. The bullet hits Davies right in the knee, and he drops to the ground in a cry of pain. You’re shocked, confused, relieved? You simply gape. There’s nothing else that really can be done. None of this really makes sense. When Harrison’s gaze finally moves to you, there’s relief, and a spec of guilt. Whatever this is. He has some serious explaining to do.

~~~

“Thanks Barry.”

He pats your shoulder.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

After finally gathering yourself, you managed to call back up. The street you stood on was now filled with at least three police cars and an ambulance. Harrison was giving his statement to the police. At least the altered version.

You’d given him specific orders after what you witnessed.

“Don’t say a word.”

It’s somewhat of a hiss. A warning.

You sound irritated, and also scared. He understands. He also knows the only reason you aren’t letting him expose his identity is so as to avoid a panic.

Harrison says nothing, simply nods.

The story was that you were both drugged and taken to this spot. It was pretty believable considering the circumstances. As you watch him from across your view, there is so much that needs to be said. But you can’t exactly apprehend him now in front of everyone and ask how he dissolved not just his body but your own as well as the criminal’s. None of this truly makes sense. When his eyes finally find you, it’s almost like he understood.

You would be waiting for that explanation.

~Later~

The knock on your door is as expected. You place your glass down, moving to open the door. Harrison is standing on the other side with a weak smile. You step aside, and he walks in. He adjusts his glasses. A nervous tick that you’ve picked up on.

For a while there is nothing but silence.

Harrison breaks it.

“You protected me.”

You scoff.

“Do you really think anyone would believe it if you told them what happened? I was saving myself paperwork.” He offers a smile.

“So I gave you a cover. Explain it to me. How the hell did you do that!”

You have a right to yell at him. You have no idea what’s going on and it terrifies you.

“In the simplest terms, I’m a time traveler. I can go back and forth through time.” You laugh, but there is no humor in there.

“You really expect me to believe that time travel is real.”

“You saw it with your own eyes.”

“I don’t know what I saw! For all I know you could have drugged me! Maybe you’re running some kind of scheme with your buddy Davies. The only reason he came after me is because my little interference put a block in his plans. Be straight with me, you both were accomplices and you used some kind of drug on me.”

Harrison takes a step closer, and you tense.

Your head is saying that you need to be weary, on guard. Because you still can’t explain what you saw.

Your heart however, that is the part that isn’t acting the way it should. The closer he gets, the faster the wave of beats seems to echo. Except this isn’t fear.

It’s something completely different.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“W-What are you talking about?!”

Harrison reaches for you, and rather than run away, you just stand there. His palm lands on your cheek, and you feel like the air has been squeezed out of you.

“I thought that I consciously made the decision to be here with you, but I think time led me here. Because we’re connected. “

“I-I barely know you..”

His smile is solemn.

“I know.”

You aren’t sure why his somber words make you feel so sad. Somehow your body just reacts, and you take a step forward, gripping his suit as you kiss him earnestly. Harrison is taken by surprise. You feel the way he tenses. But the longer your lips are pressed to his, the faster he falls into sync with your movements. You back him up, and he hits a wall with a soft grunt. You wish there was some way you could explain what was happening.

Why kissing this stranger felt like absolute heaven. But it didn’t make sense.

Nothing about this situation made any sense.

Yet, for some reason, at that moment you didn't even care.

There’s a part of you that’s always been very keen to detail. 

An interesting evening indeed.

Harrison stops by some time around ten. Upon seeing your sleeping form on the couch, he smiles. He notices the way your cheeks are a bit swollen. Barry had shown up to his office in a similar state. He didn’t miss the slight redness under the scarlet speedster’s eyes. It appears you both were able to resolve the conflict. Because there was a lighter weight in Barry’s words when he bid his goodbyes. It’s fair to assume that you both had a full evening.

Harrison’s arms slip under your knees, the other supporting your back as he picks you up and heads to your bedroom. It’s clear you’re exhausted. He can’t really blame you. A lot has transpired in the last 24 hours. As he lays you on the bed and tucks you inside, taking a seat beside you. He brushes his hand along your cheeks. You shift a little, smiling.

“Harrison..”

It’s a sleepy mumble and he holds in a grin.

“How was I so blind before?”

Surely he must have been a complete idiot. With all that you went through he made it his priority to keep your needs at the forefront of his decisions so you could acquire all that you needed to live a long and happy life.

Maybe it made him ignorant to basic wants. You were always looking his way, so it felt normal to see your smile or that beautiful twinkle as you told him stories of how your week was going or what your friends got up to. Maybe he was just guarded as well. He’d lost his wife what felt like mere months ago. It has actually been years. The change in timelines and adjustment to universes was confusing. But he knew what it was like to lose someone cherished. So did you. You both have led very challenging lives that somehow led you to each other. If that wasn’t fate, he wasn’t sure what was.

“I promise..I’ll cherish you.

His hand was still soaking in the warmth that emitted from your skin. When you squinted slightly, he found himself pulling back.

“Harrison?”

You yawn, slowly sitting up.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

You shook your head.

“I-It’s okay I was already awake.”

That was clearly not the case. He enjoyed seeing this cute side of you.

“Did you have a good conversation with Barry?”

You nod.

“I did.”

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

You’re still wearing a smile, but you’re now shifting in the bed and he’s inclined to ask why.

“Something on your mind?”

There’s a lot on your mind.

“I was just thinking. If you want to..you could stay..”

The invitation is a bit of a surprise, you can tell by his expression. That slowly changes and when he slides his glasses off, you begin to contemplate if it was truly a good idea to tempt this man.

“What exactly would I be doing if I were to stay?”

“Well we could have another movie night.”

“The last one resulted in me attacking you. I’m not sure that is the best option. Unless..”

All you do is blink and you’re pinned to the bed. You stare up in shock.

“Is that what you were hoping for?”

You can’t deny it.

But you’re not going to admit it either.

Harrison leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your eyes close and you desperately await it. His touch. You crave it. His head turns, and now you’re both face to face. You can feel his breath so close. If you lean just an inch you can close the space.

Harrison smirks.

“I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/N).”

Your eyes shoot open, all you catch is a wink and he’s gone in a burst of green glowing particles.

You just gape.

That night he’d taken you back to your apartment and left. 

“(Y/N)!! Good morning?”

You can’t help but smile.

After that very interesting encounter, you’d become somewhat friends with the billionaire genius. At first the relationship was more to give him a piece of mind. But now, these meetings and talks have become a blessing on both sides.

Harrison was not at all what the magazines made him out to be. You’d always assumed men like him would be prideful and self-centered. But he was humble, focused, fair and considerate. He knew how you felt about his abilities. So he was always careful. Not to mention every time you meet up, he always seems to light up like an excited puppy.You took a seat across from him, picking up the coffee with thanks.

“Have you installed the system I suggested in your labs? With such a high tech facility you would think there would be more urgency on security.” Harrison chuckles as you take a sip of your coffee.

“I have. We want to avoid situations like Mr. Davies happening in the future. I appreciate the concern.”

“Mhmm. The same goes for your powers. I saw what you did last week.”

He stammers.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

You roll your eyes.

“There was a kitten stuck in the tree and you particles your way up there. I pay attention Harrison. You’re lucky no one else saw you.”

He rubs his neck.

“What was I supposed to do, it was a kitten.” He mumbles cutely.

It’s really adorable that he’s using his sentinel powers for something so cute, but you are worried.

“I just want you to be careful Harrison. “

Your tone catches his attention. He gives a warm smile.

“I appreciate it. I’ll be careful from now on. The next time it happens I’ll be sure to call the professionals. “ You know he’s teasing, so you just sip at your tea with a little grin. One that Harriosn mirrors.

At the start, you were the one who was so guarded, but now it feels like your day is incomplete if you don’t see the joyful scientist. The way he beams. His kindness. Intelligence and those abilities that he possessed that gave him the power to do just about anything he pleased. Yet here he was. Working in a laboratory to solve world problems. It was remarkable. Admirable. Maybe that’s why your feelings had taken such a drastic change.

The both of you have fallen into a little rhythm.

Sometimes he’ll stop by the precinct, other times you’d stop by his office. You figured the only reason no one was suspicious was due to the fact that you were the detective that worked on his case. As you enter Star Labs, the woman at the reception desk sends you a smile.

“Good day Detective Morgan. I’ll go grab you your visitors card, please excuse me.” You nod.

As you wait by the desk for the visitor's card, you can’t help but hear the chatter behind you.

“I can’t believe how close they are. I heard that he’s dating her.”

“That’s ridiculous. If Dr. Wells and Ms. Daniels were dating it would be all over the paper. They are like the ultimate power couple. “ You glance at the two women conversing.

“Here you go Ms. Morgan.” You turn back quickly, taking the card from the receptionist with a smile.

“Thank you.” Excusing yourself, you head for the elevator.

“Dating?”

Harrison hadn’t told you anything about seeing anyone. Then again, was that really any of your business. Your current relationship was a bit hard to define. When the doors ding, you exit. You move to enter his office. Usually that’s where he is, but you hear a familiar laugh ahead. Heading to the direction of the kitchen, your steps slow when you hear the female voice.

“You really are a miracle worker. Thank you Harrison.”

“Of course. Anything for my favorite scientist. “

The laughter continues, and you stay hidden, glimpsing the interaction. Those gossiping women were right. They do look like a strong power couple. Your fist tightens, and you turn around, heading back to your precinct.

~~~

It’s foolish to think he wouldn’t notice your strange behavior.

You attended your morning meetings as per usual, but you were quiet. Distance. He noticed. But he felt as if it were wrong for him to pry. If you didn’t want to discuss it, then bringing it up would only annoy you. It’s not like the both of you were dating. He didn’t have that title.

It didn’t stop him from having the wildest theories in his head. Two weeks of the strange behavior, and he couldn’t stand it. He had every intention to confront that night when you got off your shift. But it seems you beat him to the punch.

“We should talk. Can I meet at your place tonight?”

His response was immediate. For a moment he cheered, because it seems you were finally comfortable enough to address the matter.

Then those treacherous thoughts returned.

He was relieved, but also a bit frightened. This was all still new territory. He understood. That’s why the minute you stepped into his home, he offered every apology he could think of.

“I’m sorry!” You turned to him, sliding your coat off, a bit confused.

“I know that this scares you. That I scare you sometimes. But if you want space then I’ll give it to you.”

“Harrison.”

It would be difficult, but he could compromise. Because truthfully you were the one in a tough situation.

“I understand, trust me I do.”

He just kept rambling.

“Harrison.”

Had he been in your situation, he probably would have ran for the hills. The fact that you stayed showed that on some level you trusted him. He would never risk that.

“This situation isn’t ideal but I’m will-”

“Harrison!!”

He finally stopped.

“My behavior lately has nothing to do with whatever you think you did.” He visibly deflates. You smile. He’s so childish sometimes.

“I have feelings for you Harrison.”

For a moment he just stares. Because he’s sure he misheard.

“Come again?”

“I..” you take a step closer. When you’re both just a breath away, he swallows.

“I have feelings for you Dr. Harrison Wells.”

His eyes reflect that adoration you’d seen from the first day he saw you. It’s then you realize how immature you were being. You take his hand softly on your own.

“That day when I came to the office I saw you with Ms. Daniels. She’s beautiful, smart and successful. Just like you. I heard some of your employees talking about how compatible you both were and when I saw you together it just felt real. You looked like a happy couple and it made me a bit jealous. I realized then that I was the one being unfair. I forced you into a friendship knowing how you felt. You just accepted it. You never pushed me for more or used it as leverage. It was sweet. But..when I saw you with her a part of me thought that you’d moved on and it hurt..”

“I’d never do that!” He says urgently. He subconsciously takes a step forward and you look up. When he catches how loud that statement came out, he clears his throat and tries to pull away. But you place your hands around his neck, pulling him close. His hands raise in surprise, and you giggle. He’s acting like a school boy.

“I’d like a chance to see what this is, where it goes. If that’s what you still want.” You can see the clear disbelief in his eyes. He’s still moving cautiously.

“Are..you sure that’s what you want?”

“I’m positive.” You clarify. Your eyes move to his lips. Harrison’s hands finally lowered. He still doesn’t completely make contact.

“Is it alright for me to touch you..kiss you?”

You nod, blissfully flushed.

He keeps checking, as if with one word this might all be gone. When you nod, it’s like the last of his restraint snaps. His hands find your waist and he pulls you in. His lips convey urgency when they finally meet your own. His body is so warm, taunt. You're presently surprised how well those suits hide muscles. He picks you, and you smile into the kiss. It seems there were still a few things you didn’t truly know about Harrison Wells.

After what feels like an eternity of desperate kisses, he pulls away. Your thumb traces his lower lip, and you remove his glasses. His breath is a bit labored. Those eyes glimmer.

“Would you..like to go on a date?”

This man is so helplessly adorable.