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âI think Iâm in love with you and Iâm terrified.â + laurry.
send me a pairing and a number and iâll write you a drabble
He was tired. It had been a long day.
He got to bed and tried to sleep. But he couldnât stop thinking about her. Like every night. Her green eyes, the beautiful smile that appeared in her lips while she revealed to him she was the black canary (that smile that was so contagious and heart-melting), her laugh, the way she looked the first time they met at the police station in starling (that was the first time he saw her and he already couldnât stop looking and smiling at her), her voice⊠he remembered all that even though heâd been avoiding her for weeks.
His phone vibrated. It was a text message. From her.
- âI miss you.â
âI miss you tooâ he thought with a sad smile. âCome on, Allen, tell her that! ⊠you are such a coward⊠you ran away⊠she doesnât even know why you avoid her!âŠ.. maybeââ in the middle of his rambling she sent another message.
- âWhat are you doing?â
And another one.
- âI mean, are you busy?â
And one more.
- âCome see me.â
- âNow?â - he finally replied.
- âYesâ
He stared at his phone for a few seconds deciding if wanting to see her was stronger than the fear he felt.
- âPleaseâ
It was.
- âWhere are you?â
- âThe lairâ
In two minutes he was there.
She jumped in shock but smiled when she saw him.
-Â âYou have to stop doing that.â - she said, trying to look serious.
- âYou asked me to come⊠how did you expect me to get here?â
-Â âYou could stop at the door and ring the bell.â
-Â âThereâs no bell here.â
- âThatâs not an excuse. Also, why havenât you hugged me yet?!â - now absolutely offended, so he grinned and did what she asked.
They spent the night talking and catching up on the weeks they hadnât seen each other. They wandered through the streets and ended up at her apartment. They watched a movie and fell asleep in the couch. They woke up at the ending of the movie.
-Â âBarry.â
-Â âuh?â - he replied turning to face her, which made him frown, since she looked a bit upset.
After struggling for a while, she asked -Â âBarry, why have you been avoiding me?â - He opened his mouth to deny that, but before he could, she added -Â âAnd donât tell me you havenât. Donât lie to me.â
He looked down at his hands, noticing he couldnât evade it anymore. He sighed and looked at her again. - âI⊠I think Iâm in love with you and Iâm terrified.â
Before she could even realise what he had said, Barry had run away (literally), afraid that sheâd reject him or laugh at him.
Laurry college AU where they meet in class and talk about the vigilantes that have been helping other students get home safely at night. Plot twist: they don't know they're talking about each other.
Ships in the NightWords: 3241Pairing: Laurel/BarryGenre: College AUStatus: ???Story: Under the Cut. Ao3. FF.net.Â
âIâm only gonna be gone a fewdays, so Marianne is gonna come over,â She said as she packed her things intoher suitcase, âYou like Marianne, remember?â She shouted to her father asshe pulled out some clothes.
Quentin stuck his headin. âI donât know why you insist I need a babysitter. Iâm going to befine,â He promised.
She shook herhead. âWell, I just want to be sure. Marianna is gonna make sure you eatand go to your AA meetings. Itâs gonna be good.â She promised as she kissed himon the cheek. âTrust me, if you can do this, itâll be good for all of us,back on the path of normalcy,â She smiled.
He chuckled. âThat whatyou told yourself every time a camera was in your face?â He asked.Â
It struck a nerve. They nevertalked about it. They never talked about Tommy and Oliver, because it alwayslead to a fight. It lead to them not speaking except when she was peeling himoff the bars and being clinical with him. She didnât want to talk about it now. She shook her head. âDoesnât matter. What matter is youâre gettingbetter and I have to be off to my seminar in New York City. This is a big one.âShe told him, trying not to let her voice crack.
She got off the plane andsmiled as she saw Iris West. âWell, if it isnât the devil in heelsherself, seriously heels on an airplane?â She asked as she kissed Laurel onboth cheeks.
Laurel smiled. âYounever know when youâre gonna be surprised by something or someone. Always haveto look your best,â She said and nodded her head.
Iris didnât know how shecould do it anyway. âWell, come on. You are going to finally meet Barry.Youâre gonna love him. Heâs here for that seminar, the heroes and vigilantesone.âÂ
Laurel nodded. âIâm herefor that one too. Itâs good for public justice law degrees. And I had a littleextra money,â She told Iris. That money sheâd worked and paid for it. Stupidcameras and photographers. Least she could do was tell her side, make her moneyoff of it.Â
Iris took her hand and walkedher through the airport, âWell come on, we are going to the New York PublicLibrary,â She said as she pulled Laurel into a cab and smiled.Â
âSo whatâs going on withyou?â She asked Iris as the cab took off from LaGaurdia and into the streets ofNew York City.
Iris shook herhead. âHoney, I am more interested with what is going on with you. I meanyouâve been distant. I mean I know the whole Oliver thing couldnât have beeneasy, but we didnât see you and your dad at the National Police Officerâs ball.Thatâs a big thing. You guys love to do that. And you could have met Barry thisyear, we finally managed him to get him to go.â She said as punched Laurellightly.
Laurel laughed to keepherself from the thought of it. The National Police Officerâs ball. That. Sheforgot about that. âWe were busy this year.â She told Iris. âI finallyconvinced him to go to AA.âÂ
âGood,â Irissaid. âYouâre a strong woman. I donât think I could have done that on myown.â She told her as she looked out of the window. âLook at this place,man. This is a lot different than Central City.â She gasped.
Laurel fidgeted with herfingers as she heard Iris gasp about Central City. âSo howâs my mom?â Sheasked, without looking up.Â
Iris looked at herfriend. âBarry took her class. You know it looks like sheâs settling in.âShe said as she looked back from the window and to Laurel, who lookedheartbroken over the fact that her mom left her. Her mom left her to deal witheverything when it was really bad.
Laurel nodded and took abreath. That was what she did. Thatâs what the doctors said to do. When therewas extra stress, nod and take breath. Nothing can ever be as bad as it soundedlike it was gonna be. âIâm glad that sheâs settling in. She hasnât called,so you know, I donât know, but itâs good, you and Barry keeping an eye onher.âÂ
Iris nodded. âBarrythought it was the least he could do.â Iris said and kissed Laurelâs foreheadand let them finish their journey in relative quietness.Â
When they got to the readingroom, she smiled. âBarry Allen,â She chuckled as she put her arms aroundhim for a hug. âGod, youâve grown up to be so handsome. Joe is alwaystalking about you and how smart you are,â She smiled as she put her bag downand sat in one of the chairs.Â
âWell, the good doctors havebeen good to me,â Barry rambled as he sat down in one of the chairs and lookedat her. âYou look beautiful.â He remarked as he nodded. âSo are youexcited about the seminar?â He asked. âIt looks like itâsâ gonna be prettycool. You know there gonna have some really cool criminology classes.âÂ
Laurel nodded. âYeah, Imean, itâs gonna be some class. You know these heroes are popping upeverywhere?â She asked him. âI heard there was even one saving people inCentral?âÂ
âWhat about Starling? I heardthat there was this girl in a black mask beating up rapists.â He said,impressed.Â
Laurel chuckled. He had noidea that it was her. She looked over to him and looked away, âThatâs nothow this works and you know it, Allen. You didnât answer my question about thehero in Central City, so you donât get an answer about the woman in black.â Shetold him as she impossibly smiled.
âOh, so thereâs a way thisworks now?â He asked. She simply raised her eyebrow and he looked down at hisfeet and smiled too. âYeah, there is a guy. Or at least thatâs what thenewspapers are saying. Quite frankly, I think itâs all kind of hokey. I meanwhat do we have that really needs a hero?â He asked, with a laugh. âNowyou.â
She shrugged. âYeah,thereâs this blogger who chronicles this Lady in Black whoâs helping sexualharassment and rape victims. Itâs pretty incredible. I mean you just see herhug these girls.â She told him and the electricity between was different.Â
Iris rolled hereyes. âGet a room guys,âÂ
Laurelâs eyes buggedout. âWeâre...weâre not...flirting,â She stammered. The thought wasincredulous.Â
Iris looked to Barry wholooked just as wigged out by the thought. âWeâre just prepping for theseminar,â He insisted as he waved his hands in the air. âI mean that womanin black is amazing. I mean, Laurel hasnât even talked about the time that thisgirl has put child abusers in their place. This woman is unstoppable.â He saidwith this starry look in his eye.
Laurel grinned as she tookout a folder and opened it. âHow about this guy in red?â Sheasked. âHe, according to one of his watch blogs, and he has about a dozen,he stopped a tornado. Which sounds impossible, but they had pictures of himstanding next to the storm and then one of him without a scratch, no tornado.And the metadata says they were taken less than a minute apart. That should notbe possible. But the data doesnât lie.â
âYou guys could not be moreperfect for each other.â Iris laughed. Her phone went off and she looked atit. âLook, I would totally love talking about your hero vigilante thing,but Matt just texted this address for this coffee place he wants me to meet himat. And I have a really good feeling about this one.â She said.
Laurel nodded. âGo,weâll take the subway to NYU.â She said. âTalk about vigilantes some more.Tell Matt I said Hey.â She said and kissed Iris on the cheek, leading her outof the library.
âSo you guys talk aboutMatt?â Barry asked as he scratched the back of his head.
âWe talk about a lot ofthings. Things that include you and Matt,â Laurel said as she text her dad. Shelooked over to him, âWhat are you jealous?â She asked, with a little bitof a chuckle.Â
He shook his head. âNo,to be honest, I donât think Iris really sees me that way. And why would she? Imean weâve known each other our whole lives.â He shook his head. âNo, tobe honest, I was just wondering what you guys talked about. I mean sheâs toldme so much about you, but I feel like I barely know you. Even though weâvetalked a couple of times.â He said, softly.
Laurel shrugged. âIthink you me better than you think you do, Mr. Allen.â She said. âI meanobsessed with Vigilantes from each otherâs cities. Itâs gotta be a sign,right?â She asked him.
âYeah,â He said, out ofbreath. âI guess so.â
He hadnât thought about itthat way. She had his pictures after all. Pictures of him saving people and shetalked about the guy in the red and the watch blogs with such passion. She hadabsolutely no idea who it was, but she just accepted what was in front of her.It had been a long time since he found someone like that.
He picked up his bag and shepicked up hers and they headed out of the reading room, leaving some people whowere actually in that room to read. He looked at her. âDo you think thatweâre living our lives vicariously through the watch blogs?â He asked her.
She shook her head. âNo,I think having heroes, real heroes out there, it reminds us why we do what wedo. Forensics and courtrooms, those are places that anyone can train to be ahero in, right?â She asked him.
He blushed. How little theyknew, the man in red and the woman in black. They stood next to each other,inspiring each other every day. âYeah,â He told her. âInvisibleheroes.â He said as he took her hand and walked her to the subway.
They went the whole way toNYU like that, hand in hand, it felt weird, but also sort of nice, like theyhad skipped all the awkwardness and gone to the best bits.
A chipper student named Lenasat at a table covered with a NYU banner and sign in forms. âHi yâall,welcome to NYUâs seminar, Heroes, Vigilantes, and the Legal System, where yâallfrom?â She asked.
Laurel chuckled toherself. âYouâre not from here, Lena, are you?â She asked.
âNo, Miss, I am not. This ismy first year in the north. Iâm from the great state of Texas. But Iâm happy tosee you here, where are you from?â She asked as she blinked like a baby doll.Â
Laurel signedin. âStarling City Law School.â She said.Â
âAnd you, sir?â Lena asked.
Barry shook hishead. âCentral City University.â He said as he signed his name onto thepiece of paper that was provided on her big able.
Lena gave them a tote bagfull of stuff, âYâall have a good time at the seminar now, yâall,â Shesaid and Laurel couldnât help but laugh at the woman as they left to roam thehalls.
âShe was being nice,â Barryinsisted.
Laurel shook herhead. âPlease I know a woman with money when I see one. Iâve been aroundthe rich long enough and there is no way that she should be at that table withthat accent like that unless she did something absolutely filthy.â Laurel saidas she shook her head.
Barry shook herhead. âSo do you think weâre gonna have any brushes with some of the NewYork heroes?â He asked.
Laurel thought about it for aminute, âI donât plan on doing anything that crazy. You?â She asked him.
âProbably not,â He said as hesmiled to her. âSo where are you staying?â He asked.Â
She pointed over to theMarriot down the street. âThere,â She said, âBut I actually wanted toexplore around here a little bit,â She told him with a shrug.Â
He nodded. âRight, well,Iâll see you at the hotel then. Iris and I are in 323 and 324.â Barry practicallytripped over his own two feet before looking where he was going. âIâll seeyou.â He said.
âIâmin 328,â She blushed and went the other way and snickered to herself. That boywas cute, even if it seemed like she would have to save him like a kitten in atree. That didnât make her automatically pull away though, so he did somethingright.Â
Laurelsaw him sitting there and smiled. âWell, arenât you talk of the town,â She saidas she looked at the big circle of people that formed around him.
Hepatted the seat next to him, indicating she should sit and she did. âWe werejust talking about NYUâs guardian angel from last night, did you hear aboutit?â He asked her.
Sheshook her head and smiled. âNo, I walked around last night, but it was prettyquiet.â She told him.
âItâsgreat,â His whole face lit up and he became suddenly very animated. âThiswoman, dressed in all white, and carrying a crossbow, she comes out of nowhereand attacks this drunk frat boy who is pushing himself onto this woman thatobviously doesnât want him and is desperately trying to get away while he getsmore aggressive. It was just amazing,â He said.
Laurellooks down at her hands, a little bruised, but shook her head, and wrapped herhands around her paperwork. âCrazy night,â She told him. âKind of sounds likethe woman in black. But sheâs in Starling,â Laurel said.
âYeah,sort of,â Barry said, slightly mesmerized. âI think the woman in black wouldlike this woman in white. But I donât think theyâre the same person. The womanin black, she doesnât carry a crossbow.â He told her. âBesides, the woman inblack just oozes something.â
Laurelshrugged. âWhatever, I saw this hero guy last night who stopped a studentgetting hit by a drunk driver,â She said.
Barryblushed and looked away. âWhat makes you think this guyâs so real? I mean couldhave been a hallucination?â He asked her.
âBecauseI saw him. And I got a picture of him on my phone,â She told him confidently.âBet you donât have any pictures of the woman in white,â She said. Sheâd beenconfident that there were no cameras around when she went out. You couldnâthelp people talking, but cameras were another thing entirely.
Still,when she saw the guy saving students, she knew he had to be documented for thisseminar. She had to show him off. She showed him the picture. It was a littleblurry and you couldnât really see his face. It was obscured by a mask, butwhat you could see was that he pushed a car backwards to help this poor girlwho deserved nothing more than to live.
Hesmiled at the picture. Heâd been testing his powers in Central City, but hewanted to try it in the big city. Sure, Central was fun, but he had freaks todeal with there. He wanted to see if he could after real crime. And sure, maybea drunk driver wasnât the hardest thing to go after, but he saved someone inthe big city. He saved someone who would have just been another statistic. AndLaurel had been there to get his picture. And she didnât even know it was him.He didnât know what she would say if she knew it was him. Sheâd probably callhim a freak. He knew he sometimes felt like that, but he liked her. And hedidnât want her to think that about him. So he kept quiet.
Hetook out his laptop and grinned at her. That was a good picture of him. Shedidnât even know it, but that was him. The man in red and that man in herpicture, same guy, same him. âIâll see your blurry phone camera picture andraise you, what will no doubt be lauded as an iconic picture for the historybooks, when they start talking about citizen heroes.â He said as he turned itaround and showed her, what he didnât know was a picture of herself, holding abow, looking regal.
Theahad told her to try archery. That it would really change her life. And it did.She looked so menacing with that bow. But Barry looked at that picture like shewas a goddess. Maybe that was why she did it. Because she looked both etherealand vaguely threatening. The guy practically pissed his pants when he saw hervery sharp arrow pointed at his junk. She had shot him in the thigh, a muchless painful spot, but still painful enough for him to remember the lesson.
âWheredid you get this?â She asked him, galled that this picture had gotten out.
Hechuckled. âYou werenât the only one in the presence of superheroes last night.âHe told her.
Shenudged his shoulder and grinned. âYou were holding out on me, Allen,â Sheteased. âSo any idea who this woman in white is?â She asked him, a little eagerto know if she was even a suspect in any of this.
Heshook his head. âWhoever she is, sheâs amazing. And sheâs new. So sheâsprobably local. I mean a woman like that who wasnât, it would be extremelyrare.â He told her.
âYeah,I get it.â Laurel smiled. He had absolutely no idea. She liked the woman inwhite persona, but it didnât quite fit. Black was more her color. Always hadbeen. âSo, I have a Superhero Registry Pro Con lecture in about half an hour,you want to come with?â She asked him.
Henodded. âOnly if you tell me who this guy you saw last night, whatâs your guessabout him,â He said as he got up.
Sheshrugged. âDonât know, but he was kind of buff,â She said to him as they walkedout together.
Heliked that she didnât know and the she wouldnât know. She described him asbuff, which would not be the first word he used to describe himself. But heneeded to protect her, he thought, her and Iris. Those were his firstpriorities. Everyone else came second.
âSowhat side of the lecture are you going into it on?â He asked.
Shedidnât even have to think about it. âDefinitely con. Superhero registry seemslike a terrible idea. And a way for the government to militarize people who mayor may not want to be militarized or put on a list.â She told him.
âYouâvethought about this a lot,â He remarked.
Shelooked at him. âAnd you havenât?â She asked him.
Heshook his head. âOh, no I have. I just, I never thought I would meet someonewho would take it as seriously as you do.â He grinned as they entered thelecture hall and sat down together.