Considering the last time they left Barry alone, he was almost frozen to death, Parker was eager to offer her aid. She knew an objection would occur, if he knew, so she stepped on the balls of her shoes to prevent him from hearing her steps. She thought she was slick. 

Barry's hand raised into the air. He signaled to an upcoming door frame, silently ordering her to hide behind it. He relaxed when she obeyed. Any decision to slim the chance of her being electrocuted was a decision he was going to take. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy!" shouted Barry. He stepped into the door, hands raised in surrender. "I'm not gonna hurt you!"

"You can't hurt me. Where is Harrison Wells?" demanded Farooq. 

"Look, I know what happened to you. The night of the Accelerator explosion, it changed you. It changed me, too."

"You were the one in the red suit. I fed from you. I have to keep feeding."

Barry inhaled a sharp breath. "Hey, all right, I know this has to be terrifying, that's why I want to help you, okay?"

Cisco slapped Parker's hands away from her mouth, stopping her from nibbling on her nails. She held her hands against the wall, resorting to drumming rather than damaging her nails.

"The night of the explosion when the light hit me, it stopped my heart. Jake and Darya..."

"They were your friends," said Barry. 

"I woke up and they were beside me, dead. They tried to give me CPR, they were touching me, and... I electrocuted them."

"This is not your fault."

"I know. Wells did this to me."

Crackles of electricity reached Parker's ears. Her jagged fingernails dug into the palms of her hands nervously. 

Cisco gripped the back of Parker's shirt, holding her in place, in case she felt the urge to give away their unknown cover. 

Farooq ignored Barry's pleas. He whipped jolts of electricity at Barry, throwing the man across the hallway. He stepped forward to finish the job, but was blocked, by the heavy door dropping shut. 

"Not sure how long that'll hold," admitted Cisco. 

Parker dropped to the floor. She undid the first few buttons on Barry's shirt, hands roaming across his chest, to find the mark of impact on his skin. 

It was relatively surprising when Barry was the one to cheekily say, "Eager to get me shirtless, Sylas?" and not Cisco.

"Could you pick a worse time to flirt?" scoffed Parker. 

"Done being noble, Mr. Allen?" asked Dr. Wells impatiently. 

Despite his pride, Barry nodded. 

"Caitlin, get him to the treadmill. Cisco, bring the generator online. Make sure Barry gets the charge," ordered Dr. Wells.

Caitlin grabbed Barry's wrists and yanked him to his feet. 

"Wait, Doc, what am I supposed to do?" called Parker after him. 

Dr. Wells and Cisco were in their own heated conversation, too caught to hear Parker's question. In response, Barry snatched her hand and tugged her along with he and Caitlin. 

"Hey, wait, Cisco never responded, maybe he needed help with the generator," protested Parker.

"Cisco can't protect you," panted Barry. 

"You aren't exactly in the right position to be doing it either!"

Barry collapsed on the treadmill. He stared up at her, pleading. He wanted to keep her within his grasp, knowing that, if the chance occurred, Parker was reckless enough to take Farooq on alone without any thought. 

Parker clenched her jaw. Against her better judgement, she stayed. She held her hand over his injured shoulder, preventing the singed spot from anymore damage as she manuevered his sweater vest off. 

"I'm not healing fast anymore?" he asked. 

Parker shook her head. 

"That's unfortunate."

Caitlin rushed along the backside of the treadmill, switching the wires from the old generator to the backup. She found the time to assure, "Don't worry. When Wells has a theory, he's usually right."

"What if something happens to Joe and Iris first?" he asked.

A crackle interrupted any attempts to steer him on the situation at hand. 

Parker, Barry, and Caitlin dove underneath the window into the room. They pushed their bodies against it. Breathing between the three silenced. Fear paralyzing their bodies. 

Parker's heart was racing, horrified at the thought of seeing one of her friends burned like fried chicken.

Quickly and quietly, the three scurried across the floor and into the closet when they heard Farooq's footsteps enter into the Observatory. He pushed through the door. 

"Did you know the human body generates electricity?" he asked. "The average person gives off three hundred and forty-two watts and I can smell it."

"When did I ask for a monologue?" sighed Parker. 

Barry slapped his hand over her mouth. 

Between the slits in the door, Farooq neared. He had a hunch as to where they were. He didn't follow through with it, due to the lights flickering on once more. He sprinted from the Cortex. 

The three burst from the storage closet. 

"Turn on the treadmill," ordered Barry, jumping on top of it. 

"You're still hurt," argued Caitlin. 

"We don't have time!" yelled Parker. 

Caitlin stepped in front of the lever, blocking it from use. 

"Caitlin," groaned Barry. 

"I can't," she said. 

"We don't have a choice!"

"I can't. If I turn this on, it could kill you."

"If you don't, we could all die," said Barry simply. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, I'll do it, if you can't!" decided Parker. She turned to Barry. "I'll pull the lever, okay? Just... Just know that, if it doesn't work, I--"

"You don't have to say it," dismissed Barry, offering her a smile. "The non-scared Parker Sylas would say something like, 'It's too cliche to admit your feelings when you're gonna die.'"

Parker's face scrunched. Offended by the scared persona he pinned on her, she stomped to the lever, nudging Caitlin out of her way, and slammed it down. 

His grip on the treadmill's bar was lost within a couple seconds. He tried to hold on, through the red and yellow sparks shooting around his body, but he was unable to. He flew back and crashed into the wall. 

"Are you dead?" asked Parker. 

"Did you feel anything?" wondered Caitlin.

Barry held his hand into the air, attempting to vibrate his hand. He succeeded, for a minor second, then shook his head. "It didn't work."

"We have to find the others, then. Put our heads together, find a different way to get you your speed back," encouraged Parker. 

"Parker," muttered Barry.

"I don't want to hear it," she said loudly. She swept her bat from the floor, standing tall in the doorway. "Now, are you guys coming or not?"

Timidly, the two followed. 

"Do you even know how to swing a bat?" asked Caitlin quietly. 

"Would you like me to test it?"

Barry nudged his hand into Parker's back, a motion scolding her. A second later, when a body flew from the upcoming door, he was forced to grab her belt loop and drag her into his chest. 

"Tony?" breathed Barry. "What are you doing?" 

Parker dropped to the floor. She and Barry turned Tony's body to his back. She pulled his head onto her knees. Sleeve pulled over her hands, she wiped the blood softly from his face. 

Tony's blood stained lips curved into a tired smile. "You know me, Allen... I never run from a fight."

"Stay with me, yeah, Tony?" whispered Parker. Her eyes hurriedly roamed over his body, searching for an obvious point of pain. She found nothing externally. 

Tony used what was left of his strength to meet her eyes. He uttered his last word: "Run," then his head fell limp in her hands. 

"Tony?" mumbled Barry. 

Parker's eyes welled with tears. Hurriedly, she set his head down softly on the floor, then slid around to his chest. She was going to start a chest compression, if Caitlin hadn't grabbed Barry's shirt and dragged him out of the hallway. 

For several seconds, Parker didn't understand the reason for abandonment, not until quick crackles behind her caught her attention. Unlike she desperately hoped, it was not the Snap!Crackle!Pop! boys, but a certain meta-human hellbent on revenge.

Farooq stepped inches away from her scurrying shoes, teasing her. His glowing blue eyes were wide with excitement. His hands were twitching with electricity, waiting for the moment to feed on the woman in front of him. 

Parker's hand slipped across the floor. Her head snapped to the reason: her bat. She whipped the bat at Farooq, then scrambled against the tile, hustling as far away from the situation as possible. 

Hands halted her mad dash. An arm wrapped around her shoulders, then a hand covered her mouth, muffling the panicked screaming. 

"Hush, hush, it's fine, Park, you're okay," assured Cisco in her ear. "You're here with us now. Everything's all right."

Barry's heart felt as though it was shoved into a blender. He took a step towards her, whispered her name, which only settled in Parker's grip on Cisco tightening. 

Cisco continued speaking. "Uh... Yeah, not possible. The Pipeline was designed to withstand a power outage. Someone had to have let him go."

"I did it," announced Dr. Wells. "I released him."

"Why?" asked Barry. 

"To divert our intruder's attention while we worked on how to restore your speed."

"You used him as a distraction?"

"An unnecessary one as it turns out, seeing as it failed."

"Parker's actions distracted Farooq as well," admitted Caitlin. 

"That was not her decision!" shouted Barry. His shoulders fell when he looked down on his red stained hands. Brokenly, he whispered, "I have his blood on me. How could you do that?"

"You're showing a lot of sentiment for a man who tormented you as a child," said Dr. Wells. 

"Tony might have been a bully, then and now, but he didn't deserve to die!"

"Does Caitlin, or Cisco, or me, or you?" asked Dr. Wells. Knowing his connection to the other woman, he pointed. "Does Parker? I had a choice to make: him or us. I chose us with out a second thought."

Barry shook his head in disbelief. Well, all your talk about miracle cures and scientific breakthroughs, but you don't care about people at all."

"Maybe you care too much, Barry. I know being a hero is important to you. I respect your ideals. I just don't have the luxury of sharing them!"

"I forgot," scoffed Barry, "your game is chess. We're all just pawns to you, right?"

It was then where it clicked for Parker. Movement from the woman who was remained still for the entirety of the conversation brought everyone's eyes to her. 

"No, you're not a pawn, Allen," she said quietly. "That label's for the rest of us. So, which one of us gets sacrificed for good, Wells? Caitlin, Cisco, or me?"