#futureflash

[edición mía, si la vez en otro lado por favor házmelo saber]

"Hey, do you want to come with us?" 

Barry leaned in the doorway of Savitar's room. He knew the speedster must have been tired of STAR Labs by now. Little did he know that Savitar left whenever they weren't around. He just shook his head, eyes staring back at the ceiling as he lay on the bed. Barry uncrossed his arms.

"I know it's hard, but you have to leave here at some point."

"Who says I haven't." Barry's brows knitted, and Savitar stood with a devious grin. "Don't worry, I'm not out there impaling people. I just got sick of your wonder friends making a ruckus." Barry didn't need a hint to know who he was referring to.

"Just-" the beeping from the cortex caught both of their attention. They exchanged a look, running into the hallway.

"What's wrong." Both Barry's said.

Cisco opened his mouth to answer. "First of all, creepy, please don't do that again and second." Cisco pointed to the screen. There was a woman at the door, who seemed pretty insistent on getting in.

"Some chick showed up." They clicked on the audio.

"Mr. Scarface open up. I know you're in there!" Harry raised a brow, looking over at Savitar.

"Care to tell us who's your little admirer." Savitar seemed even less impressed.

"Do you know her?" Barry asked curiously.

"No."

"Come on I'm not leaving till you open up grouchy!" Savitar closed his eyes in irritation, and Cisco grinned, opening the front door.

"Why did you let her in!" Savitar sounded pissed.

"Come on, she came here to see you, I think it's only right that we show here a little hospitality." Savitar sent a spiteful look in Cisco's direction before he took off down the hall.

"He wouldn't kill her, right? "

Harry looked at him blankly.

"Shut up Ramon."

~~~~

"Wow.." The only time you were ever at STAR Labs was when they first created the particle accelerator. It seemed like ages ago. The presence of someone directly in front of you made you halt. You almost fell back at the whiplash of the air. Savitar noticed, reaching out to grab your hand. There wasn't any need, since you'd already gathered yourself. Yet, he was still holding your arms. When he noticed you didn't need the assistance he pulled his hand back.

"What do you want, why are you following me."

You were starting to wonder if he could only do two impressions, brooding and pissed.

"Well every time I try to talk to you, you run for the hills. Surely I'm not that scary Barry."

"How do you.."

"I told you, I'm studying to be a detective. I did some research on you after I saw your sweatshirt. " you pointed to the tee he currently had on.

"Harrison Wells left this place in your name. Although you look a lot different from the picture I saw. " He knew you were referring to the scar.

"So Mr. Allen, I know I didn't imagine you speeding that day, and I definitely didn't imagine you doing it a few seconds ago. "

"I hate cops." you just smiled at that. "Aren't you a cop though, you work for CCPD. Or is that your twin." you were joking of course, but that's when Savitar realized something, maybe he could use this to his advantage. He couldn't explain his existence to you, and you obviously wouldn't leave him alone. It was only a matter of time before you found the real Barry Allen, and he was less than thrilled if you started digging into that too.

"He is. My name isn't Barry, it's Bart. Barry is my twin brother." for a minute you thought he was pulling your leg. But his face was unreadable.

"Triple woah.." you muttered. "Well I mean, that explains the scar. I'm positive I didn't see it in the pictures I saw. It must suck that your brother is a cop, and you seem to hate them. I can't imagine you guys have a very good relationship."

"It's..a work in progress."

"Awesome." you were still smiling at him, and it made him a little unnerved.

"Well Bart, maybe we can hang out sometime. When you're not being a hero I mean."

"I'm not a hero." That's what he said, but he saved your life. You owed him, and he obviously didn't have plans. He didn't even look like the type to have a crap load of friends.

Maybe you could change that.

"Whatever you say. So anyway, why don't you stop by Jitters on Friday. They're having a movie night.

"I don't like movies."

"You know, you're not making this friendship easy."

"I don't recall asking to be your friend."

Rude. Still, this was nice.

"See you on Friday!" you called turning to leave.

"I said that I-"

"7pm don't be late!!!" Savitar grumbled under his breath.

Barry would probably be mad if he impaled her.