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[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry was normally the one to receive the lectures, to be the one to be told off. When he went too far with his powers, or when he felt drained because he overdid it. Caitlin had always been the hero in her own mind, the medical genies. The one who kept us grounded, but in this moment I knew how scared she was. Barry was someone who moved on emotion, he was the type of person to talk on emotion it held his emotions very close to the vest. But to stand here to say our situations are different. I had to differ but I also had the feeling Caitin was in no mood to fight neither was I, call it a disagreement right? Cisco would normally be the mediator, but it was only us here. “ You know if it wasn’t for you and Cisco, my powers could’ve overpowered me. I could’ve easily became the opposite from a hero. “ 

A fear I felt everyone of us has, but I knew the stories from the other universities, the fear Cisco had about Killer Frost was the prolonging of that terrified reaction from Caitin. But I didn’t intentionally mean to guilt trip Caitin, that wasn’t me. But I also wanted her to see trust within our circle was key. Trusting us to lean on, to help the breakthrough. And if our methods failed I’d even go with her to see her mom, the person she barely spoke two words to. I just didn’t want the female to continue to shut me out. I cared about her; hints why I was standing in the open road for her. “ I don’t think this is a cure she can do Cait..’Pausing in a sense of tenderness in his voice. The male knew she was growing frustrated, he felt that lingering breeze within the air. And he wasn’t scared, if his body heat would cool her down he’d touch her hand. Not that it was a brain genies or anything, but it was worth the shot. “ Deep breaths, Listen, I want to help, and if this plan of trusting Cisco and I doesn’t work, I’ll go with you to your mom. But I think this is more about controlling the powers using the freeze for good.” Than to harm others; just a small thought that traced through his mind. 

But he kept that part to himself, his hands moved gracefully on his sides as he waited, for Caitlin to calm down, to be ready to face it all, or we could get a drink or those incredible fries at the diner before we dove into this fix. “ Hey.. let’s just take a step back, be friends, and try to move forward, we don’t need to dive into this tonight.” Unless Caitlin wanted to. It was her call.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

After some serious thought, Barry had put himself in Cailtin’s shoes. To be skilled, to be the one in control of handling the routes, the medical care to the flash. To suddenly being seen as a monster, of being able to use her own powers uncontrollably. Barry had an automatic reaction, he felt scared in the moment, he was hurt and betrayed. But he was holding his own pride to the sideburner. If it meant that he was going to be able to show up and be a friend to Caitlin. She was terrified of her own abilities. She was scared to face her family, her friends. But running away wasn’t the answer; because I didn’t approved? Because as any reasonable person would need time and space? To heal? To handle the surprise? Barry might be super flash but he was also human with real emotions. 

And he did feel like her running away was a coward move on her part. A coward to run because I hadn’t accepted her in the moment. But Barry had pushed his own thoughts to the back burner, he vowed to be a friend, someone Caitlin was about to lean on now. Her mother, her family, the drowning reality settled down upon him. Nodding his head in understanding. “ I know this is hard for you Caitlin.. Your used to being the solver, but this won’t be the reason you give up on yourself.” Give up on helping others; on being an extra hand for us, as we navigate through this process, and Barry was the one to step forward, his hand lacing through her own, in the middle of the street, abandonedly so. “ I once wanted to disappear, when I had no idea what was happening to my body, the powers when I first became the flash, but you and Cisco had helped me through the darkest days, all the mishaps. I am who I am because of you because of our team. It kinda sucks to know you don’t have the same respect for us that we did for you to help us. I know you’re scared. And I know you don’t want to look Cisco in the eye and say the words aloud. But you have to give him a chance, we’re family.” You also can’t expect a perfect outcome over night; we process in our own way; and as much as I wanted Cisco to be okay; with the powers new reality; he was human had his own mind and thoughts. 

Eyes meeting hers with a sense of tenderness. “ We’re gonna help you, but you have to give us a chance..” A chance to stick together.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry was hurt, he may be standing here because Caitlin was his friend. When his whole world had flipped upside down. When he woke up from his coma terrified out of his mind. Besides Joe and Iris, his family, he only powered through all the changes in his body, the strength, the speed because of her. And Barry couldn’t handle the idea of her running to nowheres land, because she was scared and felt let down by myself and Cisco. What if Caitlin ended up dead in a ditch somewhere? And It was because I had reacted in a way that forced her to run. Barry fully felt his reaction was justified. A friend who he trusted to guide him through a storm lied to him. Acted as if he simply another bystander in the city, and wasn’t told personally about her new found abilities. He was hurt, it stung. But he mulled it over, and the thought of the female running left him feeling uneasy, left him sick to his stomach. 

His thoughts felt like miles a minute, even now in this deserted street, the male tried his best to comprehend the changes, the cold, the killer instinct Caitin must be experiencing. But she was stronger than this, Caitin fought for her friends, she kept us all afloat in our crazy, the metas, and I knew how scary this was, and I wanted to help. And I felt that brewing tension in the air now, or was it the brisk breeze in the air. But Barry knew Caitlin she wasn’t gonna hurt him, and he felt how real her apology was. Shifting on one boot to the other, he tilted his head up and nodded slowly in her direction. “ I understand, it’s not easy to learn new abilities and be scared on your own. But I can tell you, I wouldn’t be the hero I am without you and Cisco keeping me on my toes that first year, teaching me control. And Caitlin I’ll admit I’m hurt but I’m also sorry I reacted the way I did.” Pausing as he tenderly extended his hand out for her touch, hoping she’d understand the invitation that we’re a team, we stand together. “ Besides the Caitlin I know isn’t a running, that be a coward move, and she isn’t a coward she’s a fighter, her strength is why I’m still here.” A tease in his tone; as he tried to alleviate the tension, on a smoother tone. 

We’re a team, and Barry vowed to help her through this mess.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Once upon a time Barry was the outcast, he was the innocent that was given powers by lighten. It’s how he became the Flash; the hero Central City now depended on. But Barry once was in the position of fear; of feeling like he had no handle on his powers. It was Caitlin, Cisco and the team that lifted him up and encouraged him to believe in himself. Barry truly believed thinking back he would’ve lost sight of who he was if it wasn’t for Caitlin taking his hand and helping him through that process. And yes Barry was allowed to be mad to feel hurt that she kept secrets from him. Someone who was supposed to be his best friend. 

But any ill feelings he felt; if he placed himself in her shoes. The ice, the phrase of being a killer barking in the back of your head. Barry knows he would’ve been scared too, the fear prarding in your head. But he also wouldn’t of run away just because a close friend and the people he cared about who upset, it felt like a coward move for Caitlin. Running never solved anything. Irony to say considering when barry needed space to clear his head; he ran like hell around the city; but it was his extra abilities. But when push came to shove the male knew the type of man he was now; the one Joe raised him to be. Gracious, and kind, show up for your friends, family even if you feel mad. You push it down into your gut and you show support, and that’s what Barry needed to do now. 

Worse case is Caitlin left the city to handle her newfound abilities on her own; and what? It safficates her; it makes her lose herself because she feels alone. I didn’t know the meth of a killer frost, but I knew Caitlin deep down she was a hero. A friend. Barry held her wrist in his gasp now as his eyes met hers in a sincere expression. “ We will deal with it, we’re a team. You know better than to run away from troubles. I won’t say the tenacity to control will happen overnight because it probably won’t. But I have your back, I will make you into a hero.” Just like she did for me those words weren’t spoken but hung onto my lips. I understood wanting to protect those you care about. But I also know leaning on friends gives you strength; and I was hurt; even if Caitlin claimed she was gonna tell. “ Thank you for stepping in today, I won’t lie and say water is under the bridge because its not i’m still hurt. But I can’t let you do this alone. Cisco and i the team will be the anchor that keeps you strong.” A smallness to his tone; it was just us in the middle of a street; the dimed streetlights in view; but it was a moment of overcoming the path we thought we’d lead.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry knew he overreacted at the time. It was the surprise the shock that rocked him. Earlier when Caitlin one of his best friends; the person that helped himself see himself as a hero lied to him. He was prepared to constantly take the burden of our falls; of our defeat when it came to metas. But he never expected to witness Caitlin who was a compass to a light for him, as a monster. He felt cold over his skin; well he supposed that was the key considering. She made ice with her palms, she froze the streets in order to save his ass. 

And he freaked out; he could barely glance in her direction at the time. He felt disgusted with himself; and he didn’t want to lose his friend selfishly. Which is why he ran like hell after her. Why he was the one on the streets without a mask; he used his speed to advantage; to get a hold of her before she crossed broader lines. And he exhaled deeply. Arms hung to his sides as his hands shook. He looked at Caitlin the fear in her eyes; the care of his opinion she still held. And he didn’t know what to say. She saved him; and was it his time to save her from herself? 

He stepped forward to lower the distance left between us. And I swallowed thickly. “ Cait..” I started as I knew it was in my court. “ I’m sorry, I’m sorry for reacting. I was scared of who you might be now. I was feeling betrayed because we never lie to each other and you hid this from me. But I’ve had time to think and I don’t want to lose you Cait. You’re one of my best friends. You keep me sane on my own, and maybe this time I’m the one to help you.” Courage lifted inside of Barry as he stepped forward on the quiet streets of Central City. And I reached forward with doubt in mind but I cared for the female; and I let my hand drop hold of her wrist. “ You aren’t a monster, I can make you into a hero if you let me..” Left in the air of promise. 

I wouldn’t give up on her; we’d be a team its who we are.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry knew he had jumped the gun. He knew he was responsible for what Caitlin did next. He knew he had big shoes to fill now. He cared about Caitlin but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she purposely lied to him. He trusted her and she ended up being a meta. And yeah he was being selfish he was being a grade hole asshole. But did he trust her now? No but he also couldn’t stand the idea of her running from who she was now, and who he believed her to be. 

Loyal, a women of dedication, a women he trusted.  Barry moved without thinking. He ran as fast as he could. Until her car came to stop. Until he found himself with his feet planted to the grounded. But he stood in front of her car in hopes of stopping her; from being scared of herself. The male stood his own ground as he eyed her through the view. And he waited for the words that fell through her lips. I’m sorry, but was it enough? 

Barry wasn’t a bad guy he believed in the good. But caitlin she lied to him. She planted the idea that she trusted him but the reality was she didn’t. Because if she had she would’ve told him. Barry felt blindsided, he felt betrayal even as he stood on the random street. He wanted to forgive, he wanted to move forward but how if the trust felt broken? “ Caitlin, I’m not mad because of who you are. It happens. Look at me. I was the guy who was stuck by lightening. But You didn’t trust me to tell me the truth. You didn’t come to me And it hurts. Out of everyone I would’ve understood.” It was the hurt that was talking now. Barry didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t want to lose a friend a supporter but at the same time she wrote him off. She decided he wouldn’t understand and it stung to the core. He didn’t know how to repair that damage. 

A lost of trust in the middle of the road, and he swallowed his own pride now. “ You have to know running isn’t the answer. I was hurt that you didn't tell me. I don’t understand how you couldn’t trust me Caitlin but I love you, you’re my best friend. But right now I think you need guiding and you can’t run from this. Look at me. I’m a speedster, I can’t run from who I am.’ I was who could help her; I was living proof of who I was; I ran with a cause. I ran with purpose and Caitlin she wanted to hide who she was; but I was mad but I also saw her; and I believed she was capable of more.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry once was the freak. He once experienced the fear of the unknown. He woke up once and felt like he was experiencing an out of body experience. He was hit with lighten and he felt the impossible. The hearing, the speed all the prices of being the hero he was. And now he knew Cailian the compassion, the car. She knew him and he was scared of who she was now. Not because of her new features, of the forest. Because of the lies she told. She was his closest friend the person that made him believe. In who he was now. And she lied to him. She ripped the rug out from under him. She made him freeze and now Barry felt like he was the one making the sacrifices. 

He cared for Caitlin, she was his friend someone he loved. And he hated the idea of her running away because of how he felt. Of how he reacted which is why he speed with every ounce in him. He wanted to stop her. From making a mistake. It was Barry; a friend and right now he was bouncing in his shoes, as he stayed frozen in his spot at the road. Her car stopped and he thought she’d care enough to step out. It wasn’t his responsibility to talk, to explain himself. Caitlin was the one who lied. She turned his whole world upside down. She made him afraid of her. And she wanted him to make the speech. It was complicated all in one. He stood his feet placed to the ground. His eyes blaring into her windshield as he spoke one word. “ Caitlin..” Because he wasn’t going to beg; he showed up for her. For her to explain herself. Barry was big on pride; he wasn’t going to beg for her to talk; if Caitlin cared at all about him she’d tell him everything. 

But in this moment all we had was a staring contacts; who would break first?

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry felt guilty for turning his back on Caitlin. Even if he had no reason to be. Because she was the one who lied. And she wanted to play the guilty card. It wasn’t like Cailtin to disappear, and when Barry didn’t hear a voice tone to her message; he felt worried. And when Cisco was the one to air out that she wasn’t at her place. He felt like his breath had hitched. 

Was she running? Was she too afraid to face us? Was she a coward” all the thoughts that possibly ran through the his head was possible. Barry was no smart guy, but he also knew Caitlin, and she only turned away when she felt defeated. And he was the one that turned her away; but he also felt he was justified, he want going to roll over to ever whim she had, because deep down in her conscious she did feel guilty. Because she lied, she was terrified to come clean. But now Barry felt like he had to be the saving. And he felt like that’s all he was. To save her from herself despite her own sins. 

He knew calling was a waste of time. When he had the ability to run, to run to her very location. But his own pride was shouting the best of him. He was wounded, he was hurt, and he doubted he’d find any clarity until he spoke to her. Which is why he ran. He ran until he couldn’t hold his own breath anymore. Until he located her car on the streets of the city, and he wore his red mask as he stopped straight in front of her’ and uttered a  word. “ Are you an idiot? Running from your problems? It solves nothing..  

As if it was obvious his stare was enough to stop the car; and his eyes through the mask met her own. And he gulped on his own words. Was he forgiving? No But he was willing to hear Cait out; because she’d who made him believe in the impossible.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Betrayal it hits you with a ton of bricks. For as long as Barry could remember from the moment he became the Flash the first person he saw was Iris, his best friend. But the one who reassured him that everything would be okay, made him feel safe when he was feeling scared, when he was feeling defeated, he felt like his body wasn’t his anymore. It was Caitlin, she’d always been a compass in the wind. A guiding source for the male to get comfortable in his new shoes as the speedster. He was a young adult who’s life had suddenly changed in a blink of an eye. His hands phased so quickly, his body each time he moved, would quicken without being beckoned to. And he was terrified he was incapable of being a hero, of being the guy who could pull himself into risk into danger. Caitlin had always been a guiding light, she’d always been there to help calm his nerves. To place a hand on his shoulder when he felt stressed and told him he was doing great. 

And now it felt like the rug had been teared out from beneath him. He felt like she lied to his face for weeks. She could’ve come to him, asked him for help. But in this moment when he felt weak, the revealing she was an ice queen, that she had pieces of meta inside of her; he felt numb. He felt like his head was spinning in five different directions. He felt like she had set a betrayal in motion. And he had no idea what to say, should he swallow his own pride and be okay? In that moment he couldn’t look at her; he couldn’t take her hand although he felt the throbbing pain in his limbs. He felt the limp in his right leg, as he slowly came to stand he dragged himself towards the jitters wall, the meta was handled for now. And he only forced his light hues to lift up from the pain in his leg when he felt her footsteps dragging father. And he had a remorseful expression teared at his features. A friend, a best friend suddenly wasn’t the person he believed.. Was he afraid of Caitlin? He wouldn’t say he was, he was more hurt, and saden that the female didn’t trust him, and how he found out. He hated how mad he was, he hated that he couldn’t look at her. And for now he had to let her go even if it pained him inside. 

In the course of the next hour, Flash stuck around, helping to clear out the innocent crowds. He had made sure any injuried people were taken care. He was just finishing up at the scene, the meta we as a team had sped back to the lab, Which was now where he was. Barry was just fresh out of his suit when he heard Cisco mention the absent female. “ Where’s Cait? Is she okay she never came back..? And Barry almost made a hurtful retort out of being upset, but he paused knowing the team probably were left in the dark same as he was. And it stung; but he also knew morals this wasn’t his secret to share, and brought his shoulders into a shrug. “ She was fine when she left the scene. I assumed she’d come here..” He aired out as he dragged his feet down the courier on his way out of Star Labs, knowing he needed a walk; he needed time to digest the news; to figure out what he wanted. He knew Cailtin she was selfless, if he was handling this hard he could only imagine how she felt. Alone, like she was a monster; and give or take regardless of how Barry felt; he was a friend first, so he dug into his pocket retrieving his own phone. 

He found her contact quite quick and he pressed her number bringing the phone to his ear. Waiting; to hear her voice to ensure she was okay. He was hurting, but he had priorities to tend to; being someone she was able to count on.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Ice boiled to my skin, the ice that came from her; her body. Barry was frizzled, he was frozen as his eyes kept moving from the particles of ice to the women he always knew. Caitlin; the smart brilliant beautiful women who always had his best interest at heart. She was why he embroiled the flash; why he was confident in the hero he was. But she lied.. She hid a secret; a huge secret from him. He was hurt; he was trying to grasp onto the new realities of us, for the team. But he also wanted to respect her boundaries, and he could tell from the pleading in her voice. To not hash it out now; lips moved to a close as he swallowed the thickness that formed in his throat. Barry, Barry are you okay?” listening to the frantic calls from Iris, the male knew he needed to decide now. 

Let go and trust Caitlin to help him, or does he hold a grudge and attempt to move himself. Coms in ears, he knew the team was going to hang onto every word we spoke. I didn’t want to form a brich of trust. I was hurt, maybe angry at the strawberry blonde; but I also knew she was scared of herself. Jitters; those words; she tried to tell me, the writing had been on the walls. Had I not been trusting enough? Had I not shown up for her? I had to keep letting the spiraling thoughts run through my mind wild. And I knew the answer was clear. To take her hand and let Caitlin help me, but in this moment I froze and shook my head. “ I can wiggle myself forward out, I’m okay.” Eyes moved to lock on her own. And I knew the hurt that was going to fight the urge on her features. But in this moment I had to trust myself my own instincts. 

And This wasn’t Caitlin, well it was; but she made ice form out of thin air, whose? To say if I took her hand now my whole body wouldn’t freeze, right now I could only trust myself. A tough pill to swallow. Purposely avoiding her gaze, I had used the ability the strength in my hands as i leaned forward with my upper body to wiggle myself forward against the pavement. With each pull I made, I managed to crawl forward until my feet was the only part of my body dangling under the meta. Ouch I felt the pain that came from my ribs the second I made a move to sit on the ground. Slowly my palm pressed against the pavement as I stood to my feet, A small limp in my right ankle but I was okay. Turning myself to look at Caitlin. I didn’t know what to say; how to phase what i felt. Eyes peeled on the man in the mask. “ I’m sorry, I just.. I need a minute to process this.” 

A minute to figure out if our friendship meant anything? To figure out why she lied to me. And if I could handle being okay with Caitlin having a piece of meta in her now.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry never thought of the outcome. His superpower was the speed. His power was to protect the city, each time he found himself going toe to toe with a new meta, this big guy was no different. His ache to protect those innocent, protect her knowing she was in the crowd it overpowered any anching he felt. And the loss of balance never came into play, Barry for once followed the orders of his people, Iris and Cisco who had purposely told him how to outrun this meta. Except no one anticipated how the meta would fall, that he’d be moving towards myself as I found myself grasping up for air when I flew through the air. Barry had just landed on the pavement that his eyes shifted closed almost instantly. 

The impact, the fall was heavy. The echoing of Iris asking me if I was okay kept shouting within my mic, not that i was able to respond. The impact of the fall hitting the pavement, not to mention that damn meta I felt the pain the second its body collided with my own. An loud moan escaped my lips as I let out that moan of pain as I let my body still. Frozen against the movements, I was terrified to move, in fear of breaking a bone. Barry was a hero, he wasn’t the type of guy to stand still. To be the one on the floor unmoveable. But in this moment, he was scared, he felt the heart monitor on his suit start to decline, and he knew his heart was either racing fast or it was slowing down. Blurs of movement in front of him. Eyes clipped closed as he felt the spray of ice, the cold aching in his body when a pair of hands touched him. A slight flitch on his part, but Barry was practically unconscious at this point. He had no idea who was moving his body. His eyes kept opening and closing briefly he saw her; Caitlin but why? How was is possible for her to move his frame? No offense to Caitlin she wasn’t that strong, it was impossible. It was a blurred vision it had to be. 

Awes, the scream erupted in the crowd as the meta must have lifted himself up, the crack in the pavement was heard. Grasping for air, Barry had managed to lift his head tilting his head to the side, palms pressed against the street as he witnessed it, Ice particles, the frozen thickness in the air. It was her; the what Caitlin had been hiding, from me, from the team. 

Was she a meta? He tried to compose himself find the words, or was he hallucinating now, he had no idea. Lips ran dry despite the coldness on his legs, the ice that formed along his body. ‘ Cait..” An echoed name in disbelief, She was normal, she was smart brilliant, it was impossible, yet again we learn to believe in the impossible.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

A harbored secrets tended to tear us apart. Secrets had a way of making us feel isolated, made us feel small and alone. Barry Allen found himself lucky because he had a whole damn village to help him navigate the world of being a hero. Barry never planned on the flash, but sometimes the best roads are those not taken. And Barry had a tell and he knew Caitlin. She was bottling a secret up. He wouldn’t be the hero he was without her help. And he wanted her to trust him; whatever it was she could trust him. 

He nearly placed his hand on top of hers as a reassurance that he was here. I wasn’t afraid of change. I wasn’t afraid to defend her honor; I defended the city day in and day out. I was the hero in red; and right now I needed to set aside my concerns for Caitlin I had to focus on the new meta who entered the city. Damn huge Meta if you asked me. The fur on this one; the demon like eyes that stared down on me. I was shaking in my boots as I waited for the command from Iris, I could feel my chest rapidly beating as I moved from one foot to the other. Crowds of innocent people screamed and raced to the edges of the sidewalks. Eyes pacing around the area; run in a circle, get my body phasing out in order to lower the pressure and this meta might collapse. I had raised my voice as warning to those around me. “ Stand back, Don’t come forward.” I echoed out as my eyes found Caitlin in the sea of people, a warning to run if needed. Glamping to myself Barry had moved as if in a speed of light. Hands balled into fist and he ran like his life depended on it. 

Each stride was a blur, each circle was a blur and he was prepared for the outcome. For the fur demon to tumble over and crack the pavement depending on the weight of the meta. And that’s why my orders was to stay back; run if you had an option. I ran one and two.. In mountains of circles until my body was nothing more than a phasing. And I felt it; the elevated raise of my heartbeat; of my powers as I listened to Iris weigh in. “ Keep it steady okay, Barry be careful especially if the meta falls, escape before the meta falls.” And I nodded as if the mountains of people or Iris for that matter was capable of seeing me. And I ran farther until I felt the shake beneath my feet. The shake of the mata as it started to lose balance. I eyed an escape and I paused enough to feel my boots hit the pavement, and I rand slid forward as the body of the meta hit the ground. 

Scream erupted, body fallen to the ground eyes sealed shut as silence filled my mind.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Sometimes Barry was oblivious to what was happening around him. He could care so deeply about his friends; but he also found himself getting occupied enough to be blinded. Now he knew Caitlin was keeping secrets; she went from being his biggest advocate to suddenly being silent. She stopped meeting him for coffee, she stopped wanting to help with the new meta cases. He felt like he was guilty of upsetting her. But he also knew the female; if he pushed too hard she might lash out at him. He didn’t want to jeopardize the friendship we had. Nor did Barry want to be the one to jump to conclusions. He cared; and he was relieved to see Caitlin show up today. 

He was getting nervous for her; worried even. Caitlin was never one to shy away from him. We’ve always been an anchor for the other; when I found out about my meta abilities; when I was trying to navigate who I was now she was who I leaned on. She always helped keep me grounded and I hated that she felt like she couldn’t tell me what was going through her head. I hoped this coffee; sitting at the comfort of a table; at Jitters; a place that we knew would make her feel safe. Offering a gentle smile to the girl behind the counter, I turned my back and followed the female to our normal table. Two high chairs as I plopped myself up onto it. A sense of silence fell over us. Not awkward just the air filled with tension. I waited patiently as I noted the uncomfortable state the female was in. Fumbling with her words; something happened? A few weeks ago? I parted my lips to speak; to urge Caitlin to let her know whatever happened, I was here. And ear for her. I wouldn’t run in the other direction. Except the words never came. Instead a shock filled the shop. Shaking walls, shaking tables, our chairs moved out from under us. Fear laced within my features. I glanced to the outside. 

Scream of crowds, the racing of feet running through the streets. A meta.. I told myself as I let my hand grip hold of the edge of the table eyes glanced to Caitlin searching her face for some clarity. A hero; the flash had to go. Big feet, the roar of movement came through; as I listened to big huge steps. A giant? A meta who was out to destroy the city. I braced myself as I felt her touch, a comfort; a spark that sent shivers down my arms. Eyes placed to meet her own. A shake of my head as I let fingers curl around her palm of a squeeze. “ I’ll be okay.” A promise, one I had no way of knowing if I was capable of keeping. Letting her go; he picked himself up; he glanced at her one last time. 

A stare of meaning; of longing almost before he ran like hell. Mask on; his red on full display as he reached outside. Arms stretched out; to back the crowd up. “ Stay calm.” I directed as I debated in my head the outcome. “ he’s huge, how do you want me to process?” I asked the coms and I heard Iris start to explain to run at the speed around him circle him out; and cause him to be off balance. I nodded to myself before hands pulled into fist and I moved feeling the electrolytes race through my body. I felt the spark and I ran. I ran around him one and a two and I kept moving at the speed of light. Blurred visions came to view as the people bystanders now came to run back or I could barely make sense of what my eyes were scanning. A bolt of lighten as I ran enough to feel the meta get wobbly, and from the corner of my eye I saw her. 

Caitlin peering outside. Not moving. What was she doing? Or thinking? If this meta fell it’ll crash into her, the fear that came through me. “ Cait” I called into the void as if there was a chance the female may hear him.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Barry understood changes. He understood feeling scared. He himself had experienced a huge change after that strike of lighten. After he had experienced jumping into a coma. He felt different; he didn’t understood the hearing; he didn’t understand why he could move at the speed of light. He was scared of hurting someone unintentionally. He was scared of losing who he was; the CSI he worked his ass off to be. He was reliable, he was the man that would show up to each scene of the crame. Brush over the the body; the piles of evidence  he’d spend late night at the lab until he cracked the case. And now he felt like he was able to crack every case except for the one where Caitlin was concerned. 

She was quiet; distance, she barely answered his messages of wanting to know she was okay. And yeah maybe a part of him was losing hope in her. Losing the ability to believe in her. But she showed up today at jitters; she wore a smile even if it was flat. I noticed her smiles; and I could tell something was holding heavily on her mind. And honestly I was all ears. “ Morning.” I muttered with a tender smile at laced my features. I cared about her. I wanted Caitlin to trust me. I was the flash. I was able to test my speed, I was able to ensure I was in safe hands because of her. Stepping inside the jitters after the female; I stood still. Knowing the ball was in her court; I wasn’t going to pressure her; I wasn’t going to force her to spill her secrets. 

A stare I held on her as she spoke. “ Caitlin.. You’ll always be reliable for me. But if you need to take a step back it’s okay.” I aired out. I was about to add more to reassure the female she was far from alone. I was here for her; to hold her hand; to listen be an ear for her if she needed. When the host asked us our orders. I ordered my iced coffee with a carmel flavor and I said her order knowing Caitlin she liked a cold brew with the vanilla flavor added; she ordered it each time we came. A peace offering of knowledge as I pulled the green bills out of my wallet I paid before the female could begin to protest. 

 “ Don’t.” I whispered. As We stepped to the side. I took the opportunity to stare at Caitilin to say what peeked in my mind. “ Whatever is going on I’m here, I won’t judge. I’m an ear for you always.” Barry was a friend; and he cared; regardless of the obstacle sitting in her way; he’d listen.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

Reading people; it was a habit I had developed over time. Barry’s strengths had heightened. He had the strength; he had the speed hints why waking up for him later than intended was no biggie for him. But he also learned the ticks, the cues of when someone was pretending or hiding in a sense. Not that Barry was the type of guy to call you out on the behavior. He was a firm believer in letting someone process in their own time. In this case the person in question was someone he cared about. He found himself worrying about. The silence in the air; the absence he felt even when she was in the room. 

He was worried for Caitlin; he felt out of the loop. He felt in the dark when he concerned her a good friend; he believed the pair had a sense of trust with each other. And suddenly she was skipping out early at the lab; she was avoiding his calls. Our coffee dates similar to the one this morning she’d either make up a lame excuse as to why she wasn’t coming or cancel the night before. It’s been weeks since I saw her; besides in a brisk passing. I sat on the bench outside of Jitters; hoping nearly praying to myself that I wasn’t about to get a last minute text that Caitlin had to dodge me yet again. Was I feeling like I was a crappy friend? Yes. But it was out of my hands; tied together now. I wanted to help the brunette; but she had to let me. Whatever was coursing through that head of hers. When i heard footsteps; head tilted up; instantly a relieved smile filled my lips. She came, Blue ocean hues raked over her frame. She looked tired; but over than that she looked okay. Pushing myself up onto my feet; I felt awkward all of a sudden. Like I was meeting someone for the first time. It was dorky kind of weird for us. 

“ No, not at all.” I’d waited about 15 minutes or so; but I was happy to wait for Caitlin; she was a friend. And just getting the chance to see her; to see that smile of her that made my chest flutter. “ Good Morning, Shall we?” She was sounding off; but I hoped within coffee; perhaps she’d understand she could trust me. No secrets; it was us. Barry and Caitlin who only had absolute trust within each other. Stepping forward he extended his hand to the doors where his palm circled around the handle as he pulled the entrance handle open for her.

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.

[ofheroicspeedster]

@donotcallmeelsa

We save innocents; but how come it’s harder to save those we care about. The ones we love. 

Barry Allen he was the fastest man alive. He had no limits. He would race against time, alter the universe in order to protect his own future and those he loved. He wasn’t the same dork he was years ago. He had a big heart; someone who was willing to sacrifice himself. For the greater good. He was hero in his own nature. He worked daily as a Forensic Scientist. He was the guy that found the answers; the dug through the scut; the finger marks, he was the one that had to solve the mystery. Not that it was a humor that he always needed to save others in danger when he wasn’t strong enough. He wasn't fast enough to save his own mother; the night that haunted him to this day. The yellow lights; the red flashes that consumed him. Barry was a saver, he tended to lean into the hero methods. He had formed a family within Star Labs since he became the impossible, the remarkable the Flash. The man that ran faster than life. He had people he called family outside of Joe and Iris. Cisco was his man; the man that came up with the name. The look; the red suit that I wore each night or day when crime came knocking on my door. I was consumed with the heroics. But I also noticed the people around me. I noticed that Caitlin had been silent, she’d been shaky as they say. 

We were friends; but I could tell she was hiding a secret. What secret I had asked myself a billion of times. But each time I tried to fumble my words out to ask I felt frozen on the spot. I felt like my heels had hit the ground and instead I just nodded lamely. I realized I couldn’t be a helping hand if the redhead wasn’t able to let me in herself. She’d been a helping hand for me; through my years of being a hero. I was okay because of her. Which is why last night when I was laying in bed I impulsively sent a text. One I thought but never thought I’d send. It was asking for coffee; a meet up this morning. 

Was I nervous? Yeah but not because I liked Caitlin in a more friendly manner. It was because I felt uncertain for the first if she’d show. If she’d want to be seen here today. I could feel her pain; that she was hurting. All I wanted to do was help her. But I was left in the dark. I had changed rather quickly this morning; into a plain blue shirt; and jeans. Casual as I paced the sidewalk leading into jitters; a place of comfort; a place where the male was able to be himself. Barry Allen the dork; not the mask he wore at night. This was the version he wanted for Caitlin a trusted friend in the storm. Pausing his pacing at the bench; he slowly lowered himself down to the bench pending her own arrival if the female decided to show. 

And that was huge if; all I knew was I wasn't giving up now; not on her.