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DCTV moodboards: Earth-19 Kamilla/Cynthia

Made for Femslash February 2021 and square B2 “Whangst” on my @flarrowverse-shipyard bingocard (though this does have a happy ending).

Ficlet below the read more and it’s also a fix-it fic for what happens in The Flash 6x05 “Kiss Kiss Breach Breach“.

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There's a blinding light and every nerve stings. A million pinpricks across the entirety of her body, that carry on and on, extending deep within her. That pain is Cynthia's whole world at first, overwhelming, blocking out any comprehension of reality. Some time passes and she becomes dimly aware of other things: the shadow of someone near her; the scrape of her hands on the concrete floor; her breath coming in pants. The rest is hazy, out of focus, and like she's practically numbed to all else.

Then she feels a hand gripping hers tightly. The firm hold drowns out the pain in that one part of her and she focuses on that as it begins to subside. As she comes back to herself, she realizes two things; firstly, tears are dripping down her face, and secondly, the person anchoring her is her girlfriend, Kamilla.

“Hey, you. Welcome back,” Kamilla says, giving her hand a squeeze and wiping away a few tears of her own with her free hand. Kamilla smiles, but not her usual sunny grin. She looks relieved but there's also a tenseness to her and a sadness in her eyes.

Cynthia thinks hard and memories start to filter through to her. Echo. The chase. The fight. His weapon.

“You've been gone for a while, but I wasn't about to let a little demolecularization stand in our way.”

“I was dead.” It's not a question. Cynthia recalls a similar pain right after her scuffle with Echo leading to Earth-1. Except that hurt didn't last. Short and sharp, cut off by the nothingness that had come after. She shivers and feels sick at the thought.

Kamilla looks away, suddenly unable to look at her. “There was a funeral, but I couldn't go. I didn't want to believe you were really gone.”

“How am not I dead? What did you do?”

“Technically, you don't have a job anymore but I probably shouldn't tell you the specifics about who was involved...I broke a few laws. But being on another Earth probably saved you. A new... friend made a gadget that tapped into your frequency and pulled your Earth-19 molecules back into shape, along with the help of a molecular scan of you.”

“I've never had a molecular scan done. Does that tech even exist here?”

“Um, not sure. Maybe it wasn't you precisely, but...”

“Okay, I get it. No more questions that will incriminate you.”

Not wasting any more time, Cynthia tugs on Kamilla's hand to bring her in closer and leans in the rest of the distance to kiss her thoroughly. Her body still tingles all over unpleasantly, but her lips on Kamilla's drown out that sensation for a while. When they stop, Cynthia doesn't pull back; instead, pressing her forehead against Kamilla's.

“Thanks. For not giving up on me. And for being kinda badass, in your own, unique way.”

“No thanks needed, having you back is enough.”

They probably ought to get out of this dingy warehouse and back to their Earth – though Cynthia isn't sure how to explain her return, unless Cisco here will take the credit - but for the time being, Cynthia doesn't care about sitting on the grimy, cold floor. Being there, with Kamilla, is more than enough for the moment.