[ oliver's pov ]

"Babe, I made breakfast-" The sound of what was not Felicity Smoak's voice fills my ears, my eyes slowly opening, sunlights shining through the curtains, blinding me for a split second.

I slowly sat up, the comforter falling off my bare chest, as I looked around, confused as ever. This was not my bedroom.

"Honey-" The recognizable voice of Zee Allen sounds as she calls from downstairs, "It'll get cold."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, as I got up, slipping on a grey t shirt, leaving the room and walking down the stairs slowly, my eyes squinting at the sight of a framed picture of Zee and I.

I start to mutter under my breath, eyeing everything around me, "What the hell-"

"Morning." Zee tiredly chirped, walking over to me, somehow even with her short height, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, holding a bowl in her hands, "Look- I made a decent breakfast today."

She had on an burnt orange sweater, the color bringing out the complexion of her skin. Her badge was attached to the waistband of her skinny jet black jeans, rips at her knees, her hair straight and slightly longer than the last time I had seen her, stood on her tippy toes due to her white slip on vans not giving her to push she needed to meet my height.

"Breakfast-?" I ask, looking at her perplexingly.

"Yes, breakfast." She smiles up at me, "I know you usually like your pancakes, waffles and sausage and all, but I didn't wanna just wake you up to a bowl of cereal because of how bad of a cook I am. Of course, you being a speedster, it'd take a snap of a finger for you to make a whole feast, but you were already sleeping in so I didn't wanna disturb you. But, then I realized this morning that the only thing I'm actually good at in the cooking department is cutting and putting stuff together, so I made açaí bowls for breakfast. There's granola and everything. And I mean- you did sleep in- or if you would've woken up on time, I would've made you make breakfast."

I slowly nod, not knowing what to say to her, my confusion increasing.

"I promise, they're really good." She laughs softly, pressing a short and sweet kiss to my lips, my eyes widening at the gesture.

I stare at her with wide eyes, stammering, "What if Barry walks in? What if- he could have seen that?"

"What?" She looks at me confused, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Where's Barry?" I ask her.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" She asks me, patting my chest, walking over to the dinner table as I aimlessly follow her, "I know that we haven't caught Cicada, but Caitlin's immunity can help us. She's our secret weapon."

"Who's Cicada?" I immediately question.

"Our big bad." She answers obviously, concern flashing in her eyes once she sat down, setting down the bowl, "Barry, are you okay?"

"I'm Barry?" I gape at her.

"Yeah?" She stares at her, somewhat weirded out, patting the table surface for me to sit in the seat, as I did what she gestured, as she grabbed my hand, "Honey, hi. Talk to me."

I look at our hands, then look up at her, stammering, "I did not get enough sleep."

"Are you sure it's not my cooking?" The entire subject changes, a cautious look on her face, "All I did was throw stuff into a bowl and call it a day. Did I really do this wrong too?"

"No, no." I clear my throat, grabbing the bowl, sniffing the fruity smell, "This smells delicious."

"The last time you said something like that, you forced burnt pancakes down to make me happy." She lightly hits my arm, "You know what? I think that you call Captain Singh and you ask for a day off. I'm gonna have to head to the station soon, but with all the superhero-ing you've been doing, I think you've earned it."

"You think maybe I should go into Star Labs?" I ask her, looking at her, a small giggle leaving her lips, as I was quick to follow up, "What- what?"

"Only my husband would think working on Speed Force equations would be called a day off." She softly laughs, looking at me with eyes filled with pure truth, "I love you, Barry Allen."

"I love you," I continued to play the part, our eyes connected, trailing off, "Zee Allen."

Her attention is quickly diverted to her phone when it starts to repeatedly buzz, "Break in at Ivo Labs. Cisco's on comms."

"I'll meet you guys at Star Labs." She jumped up, running up the stairs.

I slowly stood up, staring at the stairs for a second, before turning, running right to the kitchen island, my hands gripping it quickly, my eyes widening at the sudden electricity running through my veins, "Whoa- that's a rush."

I turn, whooshing back to where I stood before, only to accidentally knock over two things off the small table, grabbing them quickly and setting them back down before they fell.

"Sorry, I polished it last night and left it on our dresser." Zee came running back down, tossing me a ring, before rushing out the front door.

I slowly slipped on the ring, it being some sorry of Flash ring I assumed, due to the red back and yellow lighting bolt on it.

I hesitantly push my fist into the air, the red suit flying out the ring, as I rush right into it, turning, eyeing myself in the full body mirror, "Oh, Barry, what have you done this time?"

I run out, barely making it to the destination, Cisco's voice filling my ears through the comms, "Barry, we got a break-in at Ivo Labs, two armed men going after diamonds, the ones they use for conductors."

"Hey, pump the brakes." Cisco told me, "You're gonna have to hang a U-ey, 'cause you passed Ivo by about 18 blocks."

I run back, stopping in from of the building, running inside, "Found it."

"Someone's excited to get to work." Cisco remarks, "It is too early for this."

The sound of alarms blaring and people screaming catches my attention when I run in, an armed man holding a gun to a security guard's head, the other quickly bagging the diamonds, "Forget it, Flash. We're leaving with the diamonds, or this guy dies."

"Hey, what are you doing there? Just hit the guy with the lightning punch." Cisco told me after I froze up, not knowing what to do.

I stammer, going with my usual lingo, "You have failed this city."

"Pretty sure that's not your line." Cisco says, as I start to run towards the men, only to run right into something, "Your adrenaline levels are off the charts. What's going on?"

The sound of gunfire makes me look up quick, many bullets heading in my direction, as everything suddenly went slow motion.

Everything has stopped, the bullets still in the air as I looked around.

I used this as my opportunity to run in circles and throw a lightning bolt, it going completely berserk, hitting the two men, the security guard running off, and then landing in some sort of metal box.

"Overkill much?" Cisco comments, "Cops are on the way. Why don't you just let them take over from here?"

-

"So he's fine, Caitlin?" Zee Allen said from next to me, holding my hand between both of hers.

"Mm-hmm." Caitlin nods, setting down the device she was just using to check me.

"Really? There are no anomalies? I don't I don't have a brain tumor? Nothing?" I blurt out, everything getting weirder and weirder by the second.

"Barry, you're in perfect shape." Caitlin reassures me.

"Literally-" Zee puts a hand on my stomach, where my abs began, "I mean, hi, these abs."

I laugh uncomfortably, "Maybe we could lay off the public displays of affection, just at work, you know?"

"Since when?" Ralph Dibny questioned, "You're always saying that touch is your love language."

"That's right, Ralph." Cisco comments.

"Just feel like we're being very insensitive to all of you." I come up with an excuse.

"Oh, man, we've talked about this." Cisco began, "I'm over Gypsy, okay? But I appreciate the thought." Cisco hugs me, "I'll be all right."

"I'm gonna go home-" I clear my throat, standing up when he pulls away, "Because I need to think."

"Think?" Zee quietly repeats in confusion as I nod, leaving the room, stepping into the hall.

I pause, turning around, seeing Zee, Caitlin and Ralph standing at the doorway, "What are you guys doing?"

"Following you into the hallway." Caitlin answered.

"'Cause something is definitely up." Ralph continued.

Cisco peaks his head through, "You need to talk about it?"

Zee stepped up, "Yeah, Barry, you haven't seemed like yourself all morning."

"I'm fine." I told them, "I just think that maybe I should go and talk with someone who might better understand what I'm going through."

"I'll be back." I turn, "I'm gonna go see Oliver Queen."

-

[ barry's pov ]

My eyes widen at the sight in front of me, when it wasn't my wife getting ready for work or trying to cook breakfast, "Dig, what are you doing here?"

"I'm kicking your butt." He laughs, "Now get up, come on."

I obey, getting up quick, looking around, "You guys redecorate the Bunker?"

"Oliver, you've been to ARGUS a million times." He grunts when throwing a punch at me, as I dodged it.

I block a punch, staring at him, "Oliver?"

He threw a few more punches at me, only for me to have him on the ground in seconds, everything running through my mind, a small scoff in surprise leaving my lips, "I'm Oliver Queen."

"Yeah, I'll say." Dig got up, dusting himself off.

"I'm the Green Arrow." I realize, my eyes wide with somewhat excitement as the inner fanboy in me fought to rise, my entire expression changing as I realize how bad this could be, "Holy crap."

I lift up my shirt, eyeing the sudden tattoo and scars I had on my body, "I've been hanging with a tough crowd, huh?"

"Yeah, you think?" Dig laughs quietly.

"Look, I need to make a call, just to Star Labs, just for some important Green Arrow business." I stammer, pulling down my shirt, walking over to him, "You know how it is."

"Later." He pats my back, walking to the monitor that continuously beeped.

I start to question, "What's that?"

"We've got Bratvas fighting Bertinelli's over in old Diaz weapons cache in the Glades." Dig looked at me, "I could really use some backup, Oliver."

I stammer, "Oh, man, I don't know if I'm feeling up for it. I think I just tweaked something."

"ARGUS rapid response is on another mission. We're the only ones that can make it in time." He told me.

"Okay, yeah, I'm in." I sigh, trying to prepare myself for what was going to happen.

"Good." He opens some sort of case, grabbing the suit, handing it to me, "Suit up."

"How do I put this-" I stare at the green leathered suit in my hands, turning quickly, Dig leaving the room, as I mindlessly follow him, "I forget, do- do I need help putting this on?"

-

"What are you doing?" John Diggle asks me through the comms when I zip line and knock a gunman out, "I thought you going to fire an incendiary arrow."

"So did I." I admit quietly, sighing, looking around, standing up quick, shooting two arrows, knocking two guys out of the field, throwing punches and single handedly taking everyone else out, the fanboy in me rising, "Did you freaking see that?"

John ran in, "Stop fooling around and get the driver."

I quickly turn, shooting an arrow at the tires of the van, the tires screeching, the van crashing and stopping, "Damn."

I turn, my eyes landing on John, someone definitely wasn't on our team ready to take him out, "Diggle!"

Suddenly, we were both whooshed out of there, as I already knew who had just saved our asses.

"No- no." John said, before turning once we came to a stop, throwing up in the first thing he saw.

"Oh, man." I said loudly, my eyes landing on Oliver, dressed in my suit, "Oh, I'm glad to see you."

"Uh-huh, yeah." He huffs, looking at me.

I comment, "Nice outfit."

-

"This can't be a coincidence. There there has to be a reason behind this, which means that someone is responsible." Oliver spoke as we were in the bunker, him speaking as I did the salmon ladder, "We need to know who- hey, can you can you not do that?"

I jump off, looking at him, a laugh leaving my lips, "Man, what a total "Freaky Friday." No, wait, we didn't switch bodies. It's more of a "Quantum Leap." Where's a mirror?"

Oliver blinks long and hard, then looks at me, spluttering, "Focus, just for a second, and take this seriously because the world thinks that you're Oliver Queen and that I'm Barry Allen, and I would really like to know why."

I nod, "Totally."

"Is that cool?" Oliver asks, swiping through things on the tablet he held, pulling it onto the big screen.

"Yes. I'm sorry." I nod, looking at the wedding photo of Oliver and Zee, then a article of me as Mayor, "Weird- hey, Mayor."

Oliver looks at me. "Just, if you could just- for 90 seconds of seriousness."

"You gotta admit, this is a little cool." I defend myself, looking back at the screen.

"I will find it a lot cooler when I wake up in my own bed tomorrow morning. Not to mention, when I'm kissing my own wife and not your-" Oliver realizes what had slipped out of his mouth, his lips pursing in regret.

My entire mood shifts, I thought of him in bed with Zee or even touching her angering me, my head snapping towards him, "You woke up in bed with Zee?"

"Mm-hmm." He hesitated.

"And you kissed her?" My jaw was clenched, staring at him.

"She kissed me-" He stepped away quickly, already regretting telling me this, "I barely- even kissed back."

My tone was moved into a rushed shout, "We have to fix this right now!"

-

"Let me get this straight." Sherloque spoke, as Oliver and I sat with the Med Lab with Team Flash, "You believe that you are not Barry Allen, but in fact, he is?"

"Barry, did you time travel again?" Caitlin asked.

"No, I didn't." I began to answer.

"She's talking to Barry." Sherloque told me.

I look at him with frustration burning in my eyes, speaking loud and clear, "I am Barry."

"Yeah, and I'm Wild Dog." Cisco says sarcastically.

"Easy, Wild Dog." Sherloque stops him.

My eyes were glued to Zee, as she stared at the two of us in complete bewilderment.

"Sarcasm." Cisco rolls his eyes.

Sherloque remarks, "It's not great sarcasm, Cisco."

Caitlin got up, grabbing some sort of device, walking over to me, my attention tearing away from Zee and to Caitlin, "Do you mind if I-"

I huff, "No, of course not."

Cisco stood by Oliver, scanning him also, Caitlin speaking, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in frustration, "Oliver's brain scan is perfectly normal, no signs of hypnosis or psychic interference."

"Tachyon meters are clear." Cisco said, "No one's screwing with the Timeline."

"Guys, come on, seriously?" Zee finally spoke up, causing my eyes to snap open and look at her, as she gestures towards me, "I mean, there's no way that I could be married to Oliver Queen."

My heart aches once she gestured towards me, as her expression softens at the look on my face.

She clears her throat, snapping out of her, looking at Oliver, "Sorry, but, babe, you know he's not my type, right?"

"Zee," I gently call out to her, a mixture of hurt and disbelief threaded in my tone, "You really don't believe me?"

Her entire expression softens once more as she looked into my eyes from where she stood, not knowing what to tell me.

She had to believe me. With the way her expression softened, I could tell something sparked in her.

"We're telling the truth. Okay? We're telling the truth." Oliver stood up as I followed his lead, "Something is very, very wrong with reality."

I nod in agreement, "Yeah."

"All right, Team Flash meeting." Sherloque calls, pointing at Oliver, "Not you, Barry."

"That- I-" I stammer, stopping myself with every word, getting frustrated by the moment.

Everyone slowly left one by one, my eyes glued to Zee. She slowly trails behind everyone else, looking between Oliver and I.

She breaks eye contact, following everyone quickly.

"I swear- if you touch her-" I point at Oliver, my jaw clenched, practically starting to threaten him.

"I didn't touch her." Oliver puts his hands up in surrender.

"You thought about it." I shot back, turning away from him, huffing, running my hands through my hair.

Oliver starts to walk, finding his way into the Lounge as I followed him, "All right, well, if your team's not gonna help us, then we have to keep moving."

"They'll help us, okay? They'll help us." I assure him, as we came to a stop, my eyes landing on Zee, who was standing on the balcony alone, holding a drink, "We just gotta get we just gotta get Zee on board first."

"Good- fine, how- how are you going to convince her?" He asks me.

"I'm not, you are." I point at him.

"She's your wife." He argued.

"I know, man." I huff, "I know, I don't- I don't like this anymore than you do. You just gotta tell her how much you care about her. Tell her she's your lightning rod."

Oliver laughs, "I'm not- I'm not saying that."

"Just say it." I told him as he starts to walk away, "Trust me. It works every time-"

-

[ oliver's pov ]

"Mind if I join you?" I slowly walk up behind Zee, as she looked back at me.

She exhales through her nose, her voice quiet, tilting her head to the side, "Come on."

I step onto the balcony, grabbing the other glass, speaking before taking a sip of the alcohol, "This should help."

"I guess you forgot you can't get drunk?" She chuckles in disbelief, sipping her own drink, looking away.

"This day could not get any worse." I huff, setting down the glass.

"This day could not get any weirder." She corrects me, looking at me, setting down her drink, "You really think that you're Oliver?"

"Yeah." I told her honestly.

She sighs, looking at Barry, who's back was turned towards us as he was hunched over, leaning against the counter, looking back at us repeatedly; in overprotection.

"You know, Felicity called me when Oliver was in prison." She cleared her throat, looking up at me, "I know you and Oliver are really good friends, but, do you know how he ended up in Slabside?"

I stammer, "She- she called you?"

"He cut a deal, Barry, completely behind Felicity's back. He didn't even warn her." She stared at me dead in the eye, "The FBI just showed up and took him away."

"She said all that?" I quietly ask.

"She's hurting." She admitted, "Oliver's life, it's completely defined by anger, vengeance. And I can totally see why- because of all the pain- and loss he has gone through. I'm not trying to put any blame on him, because he's one of my friends. I've fought along side with him before- and when I needed him in the field- or off, he was there. But- I can't see you- being him."

"Are you not the least bit worried that reality might be broken?" I ask her, feeling slightly dizzy, "Don't you have to consider what we're telling you is the truth? Isn't it possible?"

"Yeah, yeah, it is, which is why I'm really sorry, Barry." She shamefully looks down.

"What did you- I thought I couldn't get drunk." I stumble, grabbing onto the railing.