#savitarxreader

There was a part of you that never thought such a thing would be possible. 

Barry Allen was not a villain. 

Far from it. 

He’d save so many people. So when this villain showed up, none of you thought this would be the result. The enemy you’d been facing for the last couple weeks was..

“Barry..”

His face was scarred, but it was him.

Your chest felt tight and the realization of what was to come hurt.

Savitar was going to kill Iris. Barry was going to lose the love of his life to a version of himself.

The tragedy of it all is that you weren’t like the rest of them. You weren’t a speedster. You weren’t any kind of meta for that fact.

The team was regrouping, because the day was here. The day Iris should have been destined to die.

You sat with her that evening as Barry and the others ran back and forth trying to figure out what to do.

“It’s a bit crazy isn’t it. I should be scared, terrified. But I’m more worried about Barry.” You smiled at the statement.

“Occupational hazard.” You joke.

Your knees were bouncing, and Iris could clearly see your unease.

“(Y/N), are you alright.”

You stopped the action, looking at her.

“I could be imagining things but you’ve been acting strange since we found out about Savitar. If there’s something you need to talk about you can tell me.”

Her words were good to hear, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say what you’ve been keeping to yourself since you became a member of Team Flash.

“I’m scared.” 

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t a lie either.

“We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

That’s what she said.

For a moment you really did convince yourself that she was right. That magically everything would just work out. But faith was cruel. Because you all stood as Savitar held Iris in his hands, ready to strike.

His voice was like a tremor that just rocked your body with pain.

“You will feel the pain I endured losing my love, losing everything.”

Barry’s face held nothing but unfiltered despair, and you screamed out for Savitar to freeze, you were at the side, gun drawn. It seemed to egg him on.

“Do you think bullets will stop me?”

He sounds amused. Your hands were shaking, and Iris’s breath was unsteady.

“You say that we don’t understand how you felt. That it’s impossible for us to know what it’s like to feel so much for someone and never have them. But I do..I know..”

Savitar didn’t move, and you could see Joe on the roof, ready to fire if needed. No one was moving. Barry’s eyes moved to your form.

“I remember when we first met. I remember when I ran into you on that train and you spent the first five minutes apologizing. I barely heard a word because you were talking so fast. I should have been furious, you’d spilled my coffee all over the new suit I bought for an interview.”

The memory feels as though it’s clear as day.

“All I could do was smile at you and try to reassure you that it was okay. That everything was okay.”

Maybe he’s actually listening to the words you're saying, because his hand seems to lower.

“I know you’re a major nerd, and you would spend your afternoons watching every episode of Dr. Who if it were possible.” You move closer, lowering the gun in your hand.

“You once stayed up with me until two in the morning to help me study for my finals. Even though you were exhausted from taking tests all afternoon to pass your own exams. You sacrificed your sleep to help me."

The gun drops from your hand, and when you’re right next to Iris, you hesitantly reach for his hand. Iris moves to the side when you take his hand, and Barry is at her side in an instant, standing in front of her protectively. She dives into his arms, and when you know she’s safe, you turn back to Savitar. His suit is still glowing that dangerous blue. You should be petrified, but you haven’t released your hold on his hand.

“You would never hurt the people you care about, no matter how much you endured. I know you suffered a lot, but you need to realize that there is someone who still cares. Because regardless of what you’ve done. You’re still the nerdy guy I know. The guy that I..that I’ve always been in love with.” You confess.

The statement catches everyone off guard.

You’re shocked when Savitar takes a step back. Instinctively, you try to reach out for his hand, a desperate attempt to hold him.

Save him.

But he’s gone in the blink of an eye. 

The visit to Washington was exactly what you needed.

You’re all packing up to leave. You give your goodbyes, hugging and laughing with your friends.

“It was nice seeing you again.” Hotch says. 

Your cheeks are once again the shade of cherries. You nod.

“Y-You too Aaron.”

Is it possible that he’s consciously emitting so many pheromones? 

Savitar’s lips form a straight line but he says nothing. He just waits for you to get done.

Garcia moves to his side.

“You know you’d be a lot cuter if you smiled more often. You’re handsome, you should let people see that rather than this stone cold barricade.”

He means to tell her he doesn't need the baseless flattery, but her eyes only show sincerity.

“It’s not my place to ask what you’ve been through. But I can see you care about her. She cares about you too. I don’t need to be a profiler to see that. Stop trying to keep her at a distance because if you’re not careful someone else is going to see how special she is and take her.”

Garcia gestures to Hotch and Savitar observes. 

As much as he would like to deny it, she’s right. You are special. 

Would he be able to handle it if someone were to indeed take you?

At the back of his mind, he knew it would not sit well.

“I’m not someone she should be involved with.”

“Why because you’re a bad boy? I don’t buy it. Your eyes tell a different story.” 

Garcia walks over to you before he can get a word in to rebuttal that.

It takes maybe twenty minutes and you’re both back on the road.

“We’re going to stop at a gas station. I’m low on fuel."

“You do realize I can just run us there.”

“Thank you (Y/N). You’re so considerate worrying about me and my powers. I can’t imagine something more charming.” You mimic his voice. 

“I would never say that.” He speaks flatly.

You pull into the gas station, parking the car as you get out and pump gas. You step out of the car. You’re sending silly faces to Savitar who is doing his best to ignore you. You’re about to go around but you run into someone. You grunt, feeling a bit ridiculous.

“I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s fine.” 

The deep voice causes you to look up.

You blush at the sight of this man. He’s at least six feet tall. Green eyes, dirty blond hair.

Your car door opens and you barely acknowledge it, because you’re taken with this handsome guy.

“You’re huge..”

It leaves your lips before you can stop it and you feel embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I'm sorry!”

He just smirks.

“It’s alright. I get that a lot.”

Savitar walks up behind you.

“Do we have a problem?”

The stranger’s eyes turn to Savitar.

“No problem, your girl was just apologizing. But it’s not needed. No harm done.”

“Oh we’re not together. I’m single! Perfectly and completely single.” 

You flash a smile, one the man returns. He extends his hand.

“Reacher, Jack Reacher.”

“Reacher? I can’t say I’ve heard that name before. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake his hand.

Even his hand is big. 

This guy is a different breed.

“If there is anything I can do? Maybe pay for your gas."

“That’s not needed. You can run into me anytime.”

You might just faint. 

Savitar is anything but pleased.

“I should get going.” He pulls his hand away slowly, and you nod.

“Of course, have a safe trip.”

“You too.” 

He moves to his car, getting in and driving off, not before sending a small wave. When he’s gone, Savitar turns to you.

“I didn’t realize you were such a flirt.”

“W-What! I’m not a flirt. I ran into the guy. I was just being polite.”

“Mhmm. I’m starting to detect a pattern. You have a thing for bad boy alphas. First that agent now this Reacher guy. I need to be careful around you.”

“Oh shut it! I’m getting gas!”

Since the team agreed to give this a chance, you decided that maybe a trip out of state would be beneficial. You needed to visit someone, and you couldn’t just leave him with the others at Star Labs knowing how they felt.

“Tell me again why we’re here.”

Washington was the first stop. Mainly because you have family there and you need to get Savitar to begin small. So right now volunteering at a shelter is the best place for him.

He adjusts the baseball cap on his head, not truly making eye contact with anyone.

He hands a couple clothes, glaring in your direction.

“I can run faster than a bullet. My abilities could be used in a much better way.

He gives another coat, and you smile at the man, turning back to Savitar.

“Is this really not awakening anything?”

“Not a thing.” His expression is flat. You should have expected as much. Still, it was nice to hope.

“You have all of Barry’s memories, so you know how I was raised.” Savitar expression changes for a second.

“I know.”

You nod.

“As someone who knows what it’s like to lose a family, I can tell you it’s hard when you have to depend on people you don’t know. It’s dangerous to put your life in the hands of people who don’t give a crap about what happens to you. That’s why it’s important to do this. It may not seem like much, but people do appreciate this.”

He’s a bit quiet now.

For a next minute or so, he hands out the clothes with a less threatening look to the people coming in. You smile to yourself.

“I didn’t mean to guilt trip you.”

“Of course you did.”

You giggle.

“I’m glad it worked.

He sends you that glare that you can’t help but find cute on his face.

“You know you don’t intimidate me right?”

“I still don’t get why that is.”

“Maybe I’m just that brave.” You boast.

“Or stupid.”

“You really are bad at being nice.”

“Sue me.”

“If you were a registered citizen I would.”

“How unfortunate.”

The back and forth banter continues until around lunch. You help pack up some of the empty boxes that you’ve stacked up. Bidding goodbye to the workers at the shelter. Your eyes drift over your watch.

“We’re going to be late! Let’s go.”

You’re doing a sprint walk out of the building. Savitar just casually follows behind in stride.

“What exactly are we going to be late for?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

He should have taken that as the sign that he wouldn’t like the surprise awaiting him. Because you made it to lunch just in time. Both of you entered and there was already a woman there wearing the most colorful outfit he’d ever seen. For a moment he contemplated that she was attacked by a three year old.

“(Y/N)!!”

Even her voice was peppy.

“I’m out.” 

He tried to make a run for it, but you grabbed his arm, hooking it with yours, sporting a smile.

“Oh no you don’t.” You whispered.

You basically yanked him forward.

“Garcia!!” 

Your voice was equally as elated and Savitar briefly contemplated jumping out the window. You rushed to give her a hug and you both did that little squeal jump thing he’d seen in teen movies.

It was getting worse by the second. When you both finally disconnected, she set her sights on him.

“Who is this handsome man, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

You laughed.

“This is my friend Sav- Uhh Savi! Savi Allen!”

You covered it.

He sent you the most spiteful look and you just cleared your throat as you all took a seat.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Allen. Thank you for taking care of my best friend.”

When Barry brought Savitar back to the cortex, no one believed he would actually convince him to stop his quest of killing Iris. HR was dead, and they all felt the burn of that. He sacrificed himself for Iris, and in some way, Barry thought that maybe he didn't have to lose another life. When he saw HR dying in his arms, it stung. The man who was always smiling despite their circumstance still wore that bright look until the very end. Barry hoped that's how he'd always be remembered, as a light. The one that really came through even without the brains of the Wells before him.

So now they were here. All standing in STAR Labs. Savitar was unofficially a part of Team Flash. A strange turn of events.

The question of where he would stay was now pretty important. Now that Iris' life was no longer in danger, all the previous questions Savitar brought up were prominent.

Where would he stay?

How would they explain him?

Was it even safe to have two Barry's living in the same timeline?

None of them were willing to admit it, but there was still a lingering tension. He spent so long trying to assassinate Iris. It would take a while to just forget about that major detail.

"I will stay here." He finally spoke. He knew it was stupid to expect any of them to welcome him into their home. Harry just gave a grunt, tightened his hold on the gun strapped to his side. It was an unsaid warning. He had his eyes on him.

Cisco coughed, trying to relieve the eerie atmosphere.

"W-Well I think we've all had a full day. How about we turn in, no more villain to worry about right." He gave a laugh and Barry just shot him a look.

"Oh! Right sorry about that."

Savitar barely said a word, he just tucked his hands into his pocket, heading for one of the spare rooms.

"Great going Ramon." Came Harry's snide remark.

"Can it, I didn't see anyone else coming up with anything clever. You have to admit this is a bit weird."

"It is, but we have to make it work." The decision was originally made to ensure he didn't kill Iris, but now when Barry looked at him, the broken side of himself, he felt almost obligated to help. Savitar, as evil as he was, he was still human. He had feelings, he felt pain. If they could get him passed the hurt he experienced, just maybe they could save him from himself.

~~~~

"What are you doing." Cisco jumped from his spot, placing a hand on his chest.

"Don't do that!" All week Savitar would somehow manage to sneak up on him. At this point he wasn't sure if it was intentional or not. Speedsters were usually loud, so how did this one sneak around like a mouse. He wasn't phased by the reaction, he just directed his eyes back to the monitor, still waiting for a reply to his previous statement.

"I'm doubling the security. "

"It's a waste of time." Savitar stated. No matter what they did, bad guys would forever march into the STAR Labs. In the future he recalled all the times they fought against villains who almost always got past their defenses. Of course he couldn't tell Cisco any of that. So he opted to just let him know that it was a lost cause.

Cisco squinted. " Care to elaborate?" Savitar just fixed his gaze on him, and Cisco could feel a chill rush up his spine. "Got it, future stuff. You don't have to tell me." Before he could say much more Cisco was running out, babbling about getting coffee.

"This is irritating." Savitar was tired of being stuck at the lab. He was still trying to earn the trust of the team. So he obeyed, but it was tedious. While Barry was out there saving lives, he was stuck inside listening to Cisco and Harrison bicker on a daily basis. He wished they'd just admit they were crushing on each other and be done with it.

He looked to the side. The lab seemed empty, and no alarm was blaring so there was no threat. Maybe he could go out for just a quick second. No one would know. He smirked, taking off in a burst of air.

~~~

"Incredible." He completely forgot how beautiful the city was. So long dwelling on all the hate he held for the people he trusted the most, he never took a chance to really stop and take everything in. He was standing at the top of a building, gazing down at the many people that rushed up and down the streets. Cars were speeding down the lanes fast.

"But I'm faster." He jumped off the building, relishing the feel of the air beating against his cheeks. There was always a sense of freedom that came with being a speedster. The adrenaline rush, it was unlike anything anyone could imagine. When he was running his worries seemed so irrelevant. It was just him and the speed force. He skated down the side, running to the ground and making a quick turn through the streets. He could go like this forever.

"Watch out!" The scream made him stop, and everything around him froze with him. He could see the disaster about to unfold. There was a woman in the street, who apparently just pushed a toddler out of the way of a moving van. Savitar titled head to the side, watching the ball a couple meters down the road. It must have been the reason for the child's reckless venture unto the street. He sighed, because as bored as he was, being a hero was something that felt so far behind him. He'd taken so many lives. Could he ever go back from that? He took another step, moving the child unto the sidewalk. When the kid was safely out of the way, he moved to the woman. Grabbing a hold of her, he took off.

When time restarted the van skidding on the streets, coming to an abrupt stop. The mother of the child rushed to her kid, crying tears of joy. Savitar released you the moment he realized you were out of the way. The driver, after stopping his engine, jumped out to check for casualties. He was stunned when he realized all parties seemed unharmed.

You blinked, looking up at the male standing next to you who lowered his head, adjusting his cap. You couldn't get a good look at his face, but you were sure of it, he had to have been the one who moved you out of the way. It was hard to explain. Said stranger turned his back, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked off.

"Hey wait!" You ran after him, and everyone else seemed far too busy with the incident to pay any mind to the male who was trying to flee the scene. He just kept walking, and you couldn't understand why he would run after basically saving not just your life, but the young boy's too.

"Sir!!" He stopped, glancing back at you. "What do you want." His tone was rough, agitated.

"I-I just wanted to say thank you." you stopped a few feet behind him. Not sure if approaching was the right thing to do. He didn't sound too happy.

"I didn't do anything." He muttered. He looked about ready to walk off again.

"I know you're the one who saved us."

He didn't want credit for such a great thing. Because that wasn't who he was. He wasn't great.

"Next time leave the saving to the professionals." 

It was a rude statement, and you would have been offended if not for the care in his voice. He started walking again, and you paced trying to keep up.

"J-Just a second!" you didn't even get his name. It didn't make a difference, because the minute you rounded the corner he was gone. All you could see was the leaves swaying aggressively from the sudden air pressure.

"Woah..." 

"Please let's talk."

"I'm sorry about what happened."

"Bart please!"

Savitar starred as the phone continued to ding relentlessly. You'd been messaging him since early that morning. The little incident last night shook him. He thought it was just a dream, the feel of your hands so warm against his skin. It was soothing, relaxing. When he opened his eyes he never thought you'd actually be there, touching him. When was the last time anyone even tried to approach him in such a way. He had no idea.

"Friendship."

That's the word you used. That's why he ran. He was angry because you were just friends.

At what point did he realize that he wanted more. He couldn't tell. Hell, he was the one who didn't even want your company at the beginning. Now he was lost whenever you didn't ask him over for a movie, or out to eat. Or even to pick his brain about some studies during your exams since you were still under the impression that his twin brother 'Barry' was a cop.

How was he supposed to fix this. He wasn't sure he could face you again. How could you look at him that way, and then say all you had was friendship. Did he imagine the desire he saw when you were tracing the outline of his lips. He must have.

Another ping on his phone. He glanced over.

"Bart please, I'm begging you."

An image of you crying popped into his mind, and before he could stop himself he was rushing over to your apartment. He phased through the door, and the sight of you sitting on the couch with a box of tissues in your hand had his chest constricting in a way he thought was no longer possible. His abrupt entrance caused all the stray pieces of paper to fly back, and you raised your head from the cell phone. Your eyes were red and puffy, and the moment you saw him, they lit up.

"Bart!" He swore he'd never seen you look so brilliant. You sprinted over, disregarding your tissues and cell phone. Before he could even work up an apology you were holding unto him, hugging him. He stayed still, utterly unsure of how to react. You were holding him so tightly, like he was the most precious gift you could ever receive. And in that moment he felt like it. He felt like something useful. Something worth having. Someone worth loving.

It took him a while, but slowly, he reciprocated the embrace. Holding you. The warmth from your skin was so amazing. It heated his own body in a way he couldn't describe.

"I'm sorry Bart I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I-I don't know why I did that. I know we're friends and you've been through so much." he pulled away at that. Now looking completely guarded.

"What do you mean so much, what are you talking about."

The coldness of his expression wasn't something you thought you'd see.

"I'm not stupid Bart." Did he really think you wouldn't be able to see just how damaged he was on the inside.

"Someone hurt you, and then you decided you'd hurt them back. It's why you're the way you are. " His jaw was clenched, eyes giving nothing away.

"I'm not naive. You keep treating me like a kid. I know you've done things you probably regret today. If you think I've been thinking of you like a saint this entire time you're wrong. " His eyes now wouldn't meet yours.

This is what he was afraid of. The entire time you knew. You figured him out. Maybe not the specific details, but he could tell you didn't need it. At least he was sure of one thing. You'd make a damn good detective. Wait...something wasn't adding up. If that was true, why did you continue to hang out with him. Why even be around him. Weren't you afraid of what he could do to you.

"Just because you're not a saint, it doesn't make you a monster Bart." His gaze lifted. Was it just him, or were you glowing now.

That was crazy. People didn't glow.

"You don't know what I've done."

"You saved me."

"That's not what I-"

"I don't care." you snapped.

"I don't give a crap what you did in the past. You saved me okay. You protected me, and you didn't even know me. Why did you do that Bart. Why help someone who meant nothing to you." you stepped closer, taking his hand, just to make sure he didn't bolt like all the other times.

"I-I don't know it was just an instinct move it meant nothing!" He probably shouldn't have said that. He just blew any chance of you caring about him.

"Did it really..mean nothing to you.." you took another step forward, and his brain was struggling to form a reply to that question, you were getting too close.

"Does this mean nothing.." you breathed. You raised unto your toes, wrapping your hands around his neck as you kissed him.

You kept telling yourself that this was bad. You wanted to fix the friendship, not dig it into a deeper hole that you wouldn't be able to come back from. If this was wrong, then why did it feel so good. His lips were as soft as you thought, and his lack of response should have alerted you that you should stop, but you just couldn't. It was terrible, but you'd been thinking about this for way too long. When you parted, it was slow. You released him, dropping back flat on your feet.

"Sorry..." that was all you could come up with. The bewildered look on his face said it all. You definitely ruined this.

"Why would you..why did you do that.."

He didn't understand anything anymore. Whatever idea he entered the apartment with, now everything was warped. He couldn't have imagined that kiss. There was too much want in it, too much passion. His bit his lower lip, trying to get a taste of you that was still lingering there.

"Is it bad that I want to do it again." 

Savitar swallowed, taking a much needed step back. He needed to sit down, or lie down. When you started moving closer he panicked. 

"Don't-"

You gripped the sleeve of his sweater, smirking. "I don't I'd be able to catch you if you ran Bart." the more you walked closer, the more steps he took backwards. He finally stopped because of the dumb wall that just had to be there to block his way. He was cornered, by a regular person. Not a super powered meta, or a speedster. A perfectly normal, beautiful woman.

Your hands pressed to the wall, and you slid one of your legs in between his. And you didn't miss the staggering breath he released when your chest followed suit, now flush on his.

Before you were holding back because you thought he wasn't attracted to you. Now you knew that wasn't the case. He was just scared. You were absolutely going to change that.

"If you really don't want this, just push me away Bart." you were teasing him, and he must have realized, because he was glaring. He obviously wasn't used to being dominated. "You're playing with fire."

"Really, right now it looks like I'm playing with a teddy bear." you cooed. You gasped when you saw the flash of lightning in his eyes. It a matter of seconds you were the one pressed to the wall. The smugness on his face was a bit arousing.

"Who's a teddy bear." he leaned in, pressing a kiss at the base of your neck. Letting out a shuddering breath, your hands fisted into his dark jacket.

"You really caught me off guard, guess I should expect that from you by now. Everything you do shocks me." He pulled back, and the softness of his gaze, it had your heart doing flips.

"I'm not sure what this is Bart, and honestly, I really do like you. I like hanging out with you. And I don't want that to stop. I like how honest you are, even your grumpiness."

"I'm not grumpy."

"You're right, I guess the proper term would be grouchy."

"You're walking on a pretty thin line (Y/N)." you smiled.

"I love you the way we banter. It always makes my day." you added. Bart was just taking it all in. Your endearing words. He was glad there was someone who thought he had a sense of humor. Making jokes in STAR Labs was a bit touchy. Probably because he had a pretty dark sense of humor. Still. They could appreciate the effort.

"I love the fact that you're so hot and you seem completely oblivious to it."

That caught him off guard. Now you were just trying to flatter him. He was about to point it out, but you grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him down for a kiss. His mouth was opened this time, and you took full advantage of it. You were merciless in your ministrations. Your tongue took charge. You could feel the way he struggled to keep up. It was adorable. Just looking at him one would assume he was the type to take charge. He groaned when your tongue stroked his. You urged him closer and he banged his hand on the wall, trying to regain some type of control. Your hand reached across, grabbing his butt, and he moaned this time.

He liked that. Who would have thought. Your other hand ventured to his dark hair. You caressed it, loving the way it slipped through your fingers. Bart leaned away, trying to gather his breath.

"Minx." he spoke huskily.

"Well, I try."

He watched you, taking it all in. This was something he thought he could no longer achieve. The love of someone else. After what happened, he couldn't trust people. But somehow he'd let himself trust you. And as terrifying as it was, now, he could see a future. One that didn't include being on his own.

"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.

"Dude she's the first friend you made. Stop being a grouch and go to the movie. "

"I refuse." Barry smiled. Despite the reluctance Savitar was showing, he obviously thought about it. He was also glad for the perfectly human way he was reacting. Sometimes they forgot that. He wasn't just a cold killer. He was human. One that just made far too many mistakes. 

But that didn't mean it was too late to change. Savitar still wasn't aware that Barry knew about his little act a few days ago. Talk spread around town of the incident, all praising the Flash. He knew for a fact that it wasn't him who moved that child out of the way. So it had to have been him.

There was still light in his heart. Even if he made it his mission to deny it.

"Maybe you should give it a try, you might actually like it." Iris chipped in.

Savitar raised his head.

"Fine."

"Hey how come you agree when she asks once!" Cisco complained.

Iris smiled, leaning into Barry's shoulder. "I'm just that good." she boasted. Harry just rolled his eyes.

You were on the other hand getting everything ready. You fluffed the pillows, taking a seat at the back. You saved a spot for him. You really were hoping he showed up. You weren't sure why you even invited him. Usually you weren't so forward, especially with guys. 

But something about him felt so....sad. The look in his eyes was filled with a trauma you weren't aware of. All you wanted to do was help. He saved your life after all. If he really didn't care, he could have just ignored it. But he intervened. And that meant something to you. When the lights started to dim your head lowered. 

"I guess he's not coming after all." You sort of expected it. But still, there was nothing wrong with hoping.

"Can I sit here." your head raised up so quickly you almost got whiplash."

"You came!" your cheer was a little louder than expected, because the audience turned around shushing you.

"Sorry." you patted the space at your side, and Bart took a seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone around. You studied him, from the top of his black cap, to the bottom of his dark jeans.

"You know it's dark, you can take off the cap." you whispered.

"I prefer to keep it on." you nodded. That scar was a touchy subject, so you steered clear. You were just glad he showed up. It wouldn't do any good if he left because you were being nosy.

"What are we watching?" He didn't sound that interested.

"It's called the fifth wave, have you seen it. " He shifted in his seat. "No I haven't. I told you I hate movies."

"Come on that's probably not true. Movies are the essence of our lives. "

"The Speedforce is the only essence I need."

"Speed Force?"

"Nevermind."

Even though he was curt with all his response, at least he was opening up, just a little.

"I think you'll like this movie." you read the description, and you watched the trailer. So you knew it would at least gain some of his attention.

~~~

The movie progressed, and though you were the one to suggest the show, you were observing Bart's reactions rather than watching it. At certain parts you saw his eyes somewhat glued to the screen. When the credits were rolling, he was in a hurry to leave. You supposed he didn't want others seeing him when the light turned on and staring. You followed behind briskly, opening the door for him. He just stepped out, and you walked in step with him.

"So, come on you can't tell me you didn't like that."

"It's fiction."

"I mean yeah of course. I'd like to think aliens aren't coming in waves to kill us."

"That's why I hate movies. The plot was unrealistic. Even after she found out what he was she still loved him. Situations like that, they don't happen in real life. " Was he speaking from experience? It sounded like it.

"I don't know about that. Sometimes the monster isn't really a monster. Sometimes they're just misunderstood." His stride shortened after you made that statement. He slowed a little so you weren't fighting to catch up.

Haven’t been here for a while. How is it going? I am gonna start that fic about Savitar- any interest? I hope so! I did post about it a while ago (dang, I just love savitar :D lol)