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Not quite a coda since this branches off partway through Goldfaced (5x13). It plays with the canon timelines somewhat, but keeps mostly to canon while having some fun with it. Technically canon relationships, but written with some coldflash and coldwestallen overtones.
âSam,â Snart popped the syllable with a droll little smirk. âAlways so good to see you.â
âGoldface? The Goldface? Heâs got personal hands on the field generator?â
âI told you you wouldnât like it.â
Barry sighed and dragged his hand down his mouth. âOkay. Okay, letâs just get this over with. Do we have an in?â
âI sweet-talked our way. Câmon.â
He followed Ralph though the booths and crates of weapons, trying not to look too long. He was still thinking about the cop-killer weapons, thinking about Joe being too-often on the front lines. At least it made the scowl on his face real enough; no one was glancing his way too long.
Ralph led him through to a room where music was playing. The lighting and decor shifted, warmer tones, and people were lounging. The market turned social here. It was obvious it was where the ârealâ business was done.Â
He didnât look too long. He couldnât wait to get out of here.
âWelcome welcome.â
Goldface was charming, well-spoken. He knew what he had in his possession, cutting Ralph off and looking to Barry. Barry looked away. Better to let Ralph do the talking, especially when he was still as mad as he was. His gaze shifted to the left, and he had to work fast to cover the surprise and confusion on his face that he knew was painting it.
It was Snart.Â
The man was sipping a drink at the bar a few seats down from where Goldface had been, eyes on Barry, curious looking as ever. He cocked an eyebrow at Barry. Barry shook his head imperceptibly.
He barely noticed what else Ralph and Goldface were saying till the criminalâs voice raised fast and angry,
âShut your mouth!â
Shit. Barryâs heartrate shot up, and stayed that way as Goldface threatened Ralph, more specifically threatened to blow off his arm. The metacuff on Barryâs own wrist tingled, mostly in his imagination. He didnât dare swallow.Â
âSee hereâs the thing... scum recognizes scum. Iâm scum, and Iâve survived this long by recognizing the same.âÂ
Barry could already see where this was going. His eyes flitted over to Snart again, already too reminded of the last time heâd tried to pull off the criminal routine, how Lewis Snart hadnât bought it for a second. Snart was standing now, head tilted, jaw set and alert.
Goldface finishing calling Ralph scum and cycled over to Barry, finally addressing him.
âSo, the question is... who are you?â
Ralph tried to vouch for him. Barry raised his hand to shut him up, eyes on Snart. He nodded this time, just as imperceptibly. He saw Snartâs eyes narrow. There was a gun pressed to Barryâs neck and he did swallow this time.
âIâm only gonna ask once more : Who. Are. You.â
âDraycon. Thatâs how I got my start. You can ask Snart,â he nodded at the man, who quirked an eyebrow.Â
âSam,â Snart popped the syllable with a droll little smirk. âAlways so good to see you.â
Goldfaceâs attention shifted between them. âWhat is it that you do, Sam?âÂ
âKhandaq diamond job. Central City Diamond Reserve. I moved up from there - hit ARGUS a year after that, alien tech. Recently? Central City Museum heist - atomized lorazepam, knocked the guards out, in and out. The Museumâs one of Snartâs favorite targets, missed having him along on that job.â
âThat so?â Goldfaceâs eyes were narrowed now, laser focused on holding Barryâs gaze. Looking for chinks in his armour?Â
âIt is,â Snart cut in. âDidnât invite me in on the Federal Reserve one last month either.â
âThe Acid bomb?â Barry retorted. âDidnât think it was your style.â
âThat was you?â Goldface asked. They definitely had him now.
âIt was.â Barryâs voice dropped a little lower, âand if you havenât heard of me, itâs because Iâm a ghost. I keep my name out of jobs and pick who I work with. I use chemistry to keep the pigs off my bag. Even the Heights couldnât hold me long. Doesnât tend to when you know a bit of science and meta or two who owes you a favor.â
"Thought you and Shawna werenât talking to one another?â Snart took a few strolled steps over, joining their little circle finally.
âShe owed me one,â Barry picked up the lie with ease. âOwes you one too, if I remember right.â
âShe might,â Snart shrugged one shoulder, eyes on Barry. There was a smirk teasing at his lips. Barry could already feel himself relaxing.
âYou know I didnât bring you in on the Reserve heist because I thought you skipped down. Couldnât track you down when I needed back-up on a transport job a while back.â
âOh?â Snart laid his fingers casually over the cold gun strapped to his hip. âLast I heard you found yourself a replacement for me just fine.â
It was a dig, but Barry let himself grin just a little in response, digging right back, copying Snartâs inflection. âReplace you? My team could never.â
"Alright enough,â Goldface cut in, and Barry shifted his attention back, standing up a bit straighter. He caught Ralph sending him a weird look. âWhaâ do I call you? Sam?â
âThe Chemist.â
The gun was off his neck and Barry straightened his jacket. Ralphâs expression was still in need of schooling but the man caught himself quick and cleared his throat, addressing Goldface.
âSo uh, we back in business?â
âWith a twist.â Goldface moved casually over to what looked like a throne. Snart fell into step next to Barry. âGot a big job tonight. Hired Snart to plan it - I want it to go right, and well, you know how anal he can be. Could use a guy like The Chemist on our side. Cover our tracks. Since you two are such pals.â
He glanced at Snart, who titled his head. âKeith.â
âGoldface.â
Snart rolled his eyes. âGoldface. i work with a skeleton crew and a plan. The team is already bloated.â
âSo you keep telling me. Drop the two you like the least and bring these ones on board. Unless you have an objection?â
Snart caught Barryâs gaze. Barryâs eyes hardened.
âWhatâs our target?â
[ ... ]
âOkay, so when was I going to learn that you and Captain Cold are flirting frenemies?â
âWhat? Weâre not... no. Didnât you know?â
âKnow what?â
âHeâs a - I donât know. Ally? Sometimes. Or, well he was an enemy, but not really, well... he did betray us that one time, but then he went and died, and then the timeline changed thanks to the Legion of Doom so he didnât really remember dying. I do, though, remember him dying, so do the Legends - â
âThe Legion of what? The Legends? Why do the Legends -â
âDidnât you know Snart was a Legend - â
âHe was what?â Ralph hissed.Â
âHeatwave is too. You know Mick is Heatwave?â
Ralphâs expression indicated that no, he had not known that.
âHow come I never know any of this stuff? Ever?â
Barry really wished that just for one day, Ralph could experience being friends with Ralph. âI dunno, man, it was a different timeline and I canât keep track of who remembers what anymore. Thereâs a file on him somewhere but thereâs a lot going on. Point is - heâs kind of on our side some days, but doesnât remember some of being on our side, I think? He knows he died being good though so heâs been on an evil kick since he came back from the dead timeline.â
Ralphâs expression was telling Barry exactly how much sense he was making. Barry clapped him on the shoulder.Â
âYeah.â
"So can we trust him?â
âTrust? Donât push it,â that was Snartâs voice, cutting in and coming up to join them. âA new stray on your team.â
âThis is Ralph. Heâs... yeah, one of us.â
Snart eyed him, then turned back to Barry. âWe roll out in five.â
He nodded, becoming more sombre again. Their target was a 3D printer for organs. It should be in a hospital, saving lives - and they were going to steal it before it ever got there.
âYou sure youâre up for this, Barry?â
He almost flinched at his real name, at how personal the question felt.Â
âStealing from a hospital...â
He squared his jaw. âI can handle it.â
âYou had better. I donât want any surprises.â
âHow can you be okay with this, Snart?â he took a step forward, and wouldâve cursed his own emotions for getting the better of him except that would mean stopping to contemplate those emotions and that was the last thing he wanted to do. âThis printer could save lives.â
Snart stepped in just as close. âIt will save lives, Barry.â
âFor the highest bidder.â
âWhat exactly do you think our healthcare system is? Hmm?â He paused just long enough before he went for the kill. âInsurance companies are positively criminal. Consider this some wealth equalization.â
Barry swallowed around the anger in his throat, knots along his shoulders from reigning in his anger. Snart tilted his head, voice lowering.
âBesides - you wouldnât be here if you didnât need that field generator for something. I could remind you of all the lives Iâm sure you plan to save and whatever your bigger picture is, but letâs skip ahead to the part where we agree to play nice for the evening, hm?â
A memory swam up, unbidden. He could almost taste the blood that had accompanied it at the time, lying on the tarmac at Ferris Air with Snart leaning over him, who youâre really mad at is yourself. This is on you, Barry.
If he hadnât let himself get distracted, if he hadnât focused on a weapons deal instead of the field generator, he wouldnât need to ride shot-gun on a heist with Snart that was making his stomach turn.Â
âLetâs just get this over with.â
The man nodded, and turned. He paused, looking back over his shoulder. âOh and Barry? Donât make me throw away the plan.â
[ ... ]
The job really did have more people than it should need. Snart normally worked with 2-3 others max, but Goldface had sent them in with a full weaponized crew. Barry couldnât figure out for what, really, with the building barely secured and with codes and passcards made up for every crew member. Belatedly, slipping through guard-less halls, it occurred to him it was probably for him - the Flash.
No wonder Snart hadnât argued harder about having him along on this job.
Ralph kept shooting him glances. Snart hadnât left his side. The whole night was shaping up just peachy. But they made it to the printer without difficulty.
Ralph whistled from across the room, pointing down at a packaged crate. Barry and Snart hurried over.
âLike candy from a baby,â Snart murmured, glancing it over.
Barry scowled at him. âHow are we getting it out of here?â
âUnwrap, repack.â
Barry squatted down to help. Ralph cleared his throat.
âWhat?â
He was flipping through some documentation that had been sitting on top of the crate. âBarry, I...â
Barry stood and snatched the documents. He could feel Snartâs eyes on him.
Shit.
He closed his eyes. He couldnât see this.Â
âBarry...â
âTheyâre kids, Snart.â
âWe had a deal.â
âThis baby is 4 months old and needs new lungs. Doesnât that mean anything to you?â
Snart grit his teeth. Barry took a step toward him, mindful of the way his eyes flashed dangerously.Â
âI know youâre not made of ice.â
âCareful.â
Barry waited. Snart did too. It didnât last long. The man went from solid stone to graceful movement in a second, and for a fraction of it Barry thought he might shoot, but he was just turning, dramatic as he rolled his body to express his long-suffering torment at having Barry in his life.
âYouâre going to ruin my reputation. I have to work with these people in the future.â
âWouldnât this be more like taking out the competition?â
âBecause that worked so well with Amunet.â
âYou scared Amunet out of town?â So thatâs why she hadnât come back yet.
âDonât tell Goldface. Long-distance didnât work out so well for the lovers.â
Barry laughed. âThen you canât pretend not to be intrigued. You always did like a challenge. Or donât you want to rule this city?â
The grin Snart flashed him was definitely a genuine reaction, smothered out into something more dangerous and threatening quickly. Barry grinned in response and put out his arm.
âMind helping with this cuff?â
Snart sized him up with a final sigh. âYou owe me. Again.â
âAnd you love me owing you. One of these days I might even deliver.â
[ ... ]
âIris, you know I love you and Barry.â
She glanced at Ralph, perturbed as ever when he said something declarative like that. It always preceded the most random and bizarre conversations.
âUh... huh.â
âRight, so what Iâm about to say is in the interest of protecting your relationship.â
âOh boy.â She closed her notebook. No way she was going to be able to focus until Ralph had finished pulling whatever thread this was.
âSo - Captain Cold.â
âOkay, do we need to break out the Baileyâs for this conversation?â
âYou have Baileyâs?â
She rolled her eyes and moved across the coffee area to the freezer. âWhat do you take me for?â
He held out his mug and she poured them both a generous amount.Â
âOkay, Captain Cold. He helped you and Barry stop Goldface from getting that organ printer, right?â
âRight. The thing is... I just wanted to make sure you know - I think heâs kind of got a ... crush? On your husband? And Iâm not sure if Barry knows but -Â â
Iris burst out laughing. This? Really? âBut he flirts like a teenage girl at prom every time Snart bats his eyelashes in his direction?â
âWait you know?â
âIâve had to work with them too you know. Drives my dad bananas.â
Ralph laughed too at the impression she pulled of her fatherâs wide, angry, confused eyes whenever Snart started getting too close and insinuating with Barry.
âOkay, so you know. Thatâs good. I was worried.â
âI could tell. I thought you were about to drop something serious on me.â
âWell I wasnât gonna say anything, but then the field-static...spastic -Â â
âNeuro-stasis field generator?â
âYes, that! When that showed up in the cortex this morning...â
âSnartâs courtship is a strange one.â
âYouâre not... threatened by it?â
âHow could I be, when Snart flirts just as much with me?â She paused, then leaned forward, elbows dropping to the table, voice slipping to an appropriately conspiratorial volume. âJust between you and me? Me ân Barry are just waiting for the day Snart realizes all he has to do is ask us nicely.â
The flummoxed expression from Ralph was definitely worth the interruption to her work.
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I hate how in 5x13 Virus took credit for taking down Devoe; "partially because I wrote these articles" NO YOU DIDN'T BITCH YOUR ARTICLES DID A SUM TOTAL OF ZERO TO "TAKE DOWN DEVOE". ANYONE CARE TO REWATCH THOSE EPS AND FIGHT ME?! How Barry is still with this hag who lies and makes up shit behind his back to prop her own credit stealing ass, is the biggest mystery on this show. Makes no lick of sense. 5x13 was majorly retconned and disastrous.