#team flash

Being Barry Allen’s girlfriend meant a few things.

One: You never had to open your own jars.

Two: You always had snacks.

And three:

Barry Allen would cross the entire city for you without hesitation.

Which is exactly how Cisco found him halfway suited up at lightning speed after receiving a single text message.

Cisco blinked.

“Dude.”

Barry looked up from putting on his boots. “What?”

“What emergency happened?”

Barry frowned slightly. “What emergency?”

“You’re literally vibrating.”

Barry held up his phone like that explained everything.

On the screen was your text:

come here :(

Cisco stared at it.

Then at Barry.

Then back at the text.

“That’s it?”

Barry looked confused. “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

Caitlin glanced over from the med station and immediately sighed.

“Oh no.”

“She texted me to come over,” Barry explained quickly, already pulling his cowl on.

Cisco looked genuinely concerned.

“Barry, she lives fifteen minutes away.”

“Exactly.”

“And you’re acting like the city is exploding.”

Barry paused.

“She used a sad face.”

Cisco collapsed dramatically into his chair.

Barry ignored him completely before disappearing in a streak of lightning.

The wind he left behind knocked papers off the desk.

Cisco stared blankly.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

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By the time Barry arrived at your apartment, he was already talking before you even fully opened the door.

“What happened? Are you okay? Did somebody bother you? Are you hurt?”

You blinked slowly at him.

Barry stood there breathing hard like he’d just outrun the apocalypse.

In reality, you’d texted him because you were craving cuddles and having a bad day.

“…Hi, baby.”

Barry’s entire expression softened instantly.

“Oh.”

You tried not to laugh at how worried he looked.

“I just wanted you.”

Barry stared at you for half a second before immediately pulling you into his arms.

“Oh thank God.”

You laughed softly into his chest while he held you tight, one hand rubbing slowly up and down your back.

“You scared me.”

“I sent one sad face.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“You love it.”

He wasn’t wrong.

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Later that night, Barry laid between your legs on the couch with his head resting against your chest while some random movie played quietly in the background.

One of your hands played through his curls while the other rested against his shoulder.

Barry looked half asleep.

Still, every couple of minutes, he’d press random kisses against your stomach, your hand, your thigh, literally wherever he could reach.

“You’re clingy,” you murmured.

Barry cracked one eye open.

“And?”

You smiled.

“And nothing.”

“Good.”

He snuggled even closer somehow, arms tightening around your waist.

Being loved by Barry felt warm.

Safe.

Like being someone’s favorite thing in the world.

Eventually his phone buzzed loudly from the coffee table.

Cisco: you alive?

Then Caitlin:

please tell him to stop smiling at his phone during missions. it’s embarrassing.

You started laughing immediately.

Barry groaned into your chest.

“They’re annoying.”

“Mhm.”

“They’re obsessed with me.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“They said YOU’RE obsessed with ME.”

Barry lifted his head finally, looking genuinely shocked.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Barry.”

“What?”

“You ran across Central City because I texted ‘come here :(’.”

Barry thought about it for exactly two seconds.

“…Okay, but what if you were in danger?”

Your smile softened instantly.

God.

How were you supposed to survive a man like this?

You leaned down, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“I love you.”

Barry smiled immediately, sleepy and soft.

“Love you more.”

A comfortable silence settled between you both after that.

The movie still played quietly.

The city outside kept moving.

But Barry only cared about you.

And judging by how tightly he held onto your waist even half asleep

he probably always would.

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For months, it had been an ongoing argument between you and Harry.

Not a serious one.

At least, that's what you both pretended.

"You absolutely have a breeding kink," Harry said flatly one evening, not even looking up from the tablet in his hands. Dinner was finished and you sat down with some ice cream and book. 

You nearly dropped the spoon you were holding. "Excuse me?"

Now he looked up, completely unimpressed. "You heard me."

"Oh my God," you laughed incredulously, heat already rushing into your face. "You cannot just say things like that so casually."

Harry hummed, turning back to the kitchen table work like he hadn't just detonated a bomb in the middle of a quiet evening. "I'm simply making an observation."

"You're insane."

"No, I'm observant."

You rolled your eyes hard enough to hurt. "And what exactly makes you think that?"

That dangerous little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth immediately.

"You like being pinned down."

Your mouth opened.

Closed.

Harry continued before you could recover.

"You get that look every time I grab your hips." He set the tablet down slowly, watching your reaction far too closely. "You melt when I tell you what to do." Another step closer. "And every time I finish inside you, you act like you've achieved enlightenment."

Your entire body went hot.

"Harry—"

"And," he added smoothly, "you once asked me what our children would look like."

He was standing above you now, leaning down with both hands on either side of your head. 

You body was on fire. Remembering that less than 12 hours ago, you and Harry looked just like this is bed, hands above your head while he rolled his hips into you and called you his "pretty girl."

"That was hypothetical!"

"You asked what color their eyes would be."

"Because you have pretty eyes!"

Harry actually laughed then—quiet, low, unbearably smug.

"Mm. Sure."

You shoved at his shoulder, mortified. "You're impossible."

"And yet," he murmured, catching your wrist before you could pull away, "you keep proving my point."

That became the routine after that.

Any little slip earned a comment from him.

You lingered too long watching him work? Breeding kink.

You got flustered when he called you "good girl" under his breath? Breeding kink.

You absentmindedly mentioned that his hands would make pretty babies?

"Jesus Christ," Harry muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. "You're never beating the allegations."

The worst part was how insufferingly smug he became about it.

Especially because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"You started this," you accused one night while sitting on the edge of his workbench.

Harry glanced up from whatever impossible device he was building. "Started what?"

"The breeding kink accusations."

"Accusations imply I'm incorrect."

You threw a balled-up paper at him.

Harry caught it easily without even looking.

"You're proving my point again," he said dryly.

"You're the one who keeps bringing it up!"

"Because your reactions are entertaining."

"You're unbelievable."

"No," Harry said, finally standing and stepping between your knees where you sat perched on the workbench. "What's unbelievable is the fact that you still blush every single time."

Your breath caught immediately when his hands settled on your thighs.

Harry noticed.

Of course he did.

That smugness faded into something darker as his thumbs stroked slowly against your skin.

"See?" he murmured. "There it is again."

Your pulse jumped.

"Harry..."

"What?" His voice dropped lower. "You gonna tell me I'm wrong?"

The look in his eyes made your stomach tighten dangerously.

Because lately the jokes didn't feel much like jokes anymore.

And judging by the way Harry was staring at you now, he'd realized that too. He was gonna prove his point somewhere, somehow. 

One late night at the lab between a string of petty robberies you and Barry had spent most the night stopping. 

Harry Wells had you bent over his workbench, your sweatshirt pushed up around your waist while he drove into you from behind. His precision was there—each thrust calculated, controlled—but tonight there was an edge of desperation beneath it.

"Harry," you managed, fingers scrabbling against the cool metal surface. "I want... I want you to finish inside me."

The change was instantaneous. His rhythm faltered for just a second before his movements turned rough, urgent. "What did you say?" he growled against your neck.

"I want you to come inside me," you repeated, louder this time. "Please."

Harry's restraint shattered. His thrusts became sharper, deeper, his grip bruising on your hips as he angled you to take him completely. "Fuck," he gritted out, his voice raw with need. "You shouldn't say things like that to me."

When you pushed back against him, meeting his increasingly erratic rhythm, he groaned raggedly against your shoulder.

"Don't you dare pull out," you begged, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair. "Please, Harry."

His hands clamped your thighs tighter, spreading you wider as his pace became punishing. 

The workbench scraped against your palms with each forceful thrust, but you barely registered the discomfort over the pleasure building inside you.

"Look at you," he rasped, one hand sliding around to your stomach, pressing down as if he could already feel himself filling you. "Taking me so well. So fucking perfect."

His control was completely gone now, reduced to instinct and need. When he finally came, it was with a guttural cry that vibrated through your entire body. He stayed buried deep inside you, his weight pressing you into the workbench as he emptied himself.

Harry watched, panting heavily, as he slowly withdrew and saw his release beginning to spill out of you. "Jesus Christ," he swore softly, the sight clearly affecting him more than he'd ever admit.

Before you could move, he was pushing back into you, slow and deliberate this time. "Not done yet," he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice thick with possessiveness. "Not nearly done."

Later, tangled in the sheets of his bed, Harry held you in silence. His arms were wrapped around you with an intensity that bordered on desperate, his face buried in your hair. He didn't speak, but you could feel it in every touch—obsession, possession, a need to claim that went far beyond physical desire.

"You okay?" you finally asked, turning in his arms.

He just tightened his grip, pressing a hard kiss to your temple. "You definitely have a breeding kink" he laughed loudly. 

You narrowed your eyes, jokingly pushing him off you and attempting to roll away. To which he grabbed your hips protectively and pulled you right back to him. 

"Where you goin'?" He asked between laughs. "I gotta give you my babies again so you can see what they look like" 

"I hate you" you roll your eyes. 

"No, you love me" he said before climbing on top of you and kissing you softly. 

"I love you" you confirm kissing him back. 

"Let me breed you some more" Harry said between kisses, his excitement already pressing against your thigh. Your face was hot, already getting excited.

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Six months after facing the singularity, Barry decided it would be best if Team Flash split, to keep us all "safe". Which obviously was a fat load of shit, I knew how he thought. "Barry believes that everything was his fault. That he single-handedly caused the singularity." Joe and I were walking onto a new crime scene, which Barry was most definitely already at.

"Just give him space, Y/N, you know it's what's best for him," Joe responds. "I'm worried that if we give him too much space, he won't come back," I huffed, watching as Barry stared down at the body below him. Once we got closer, "How's it going?" Joe asks, "Hey. Uh, good. How you doing?" Joe nods his head to the side.

"Good. So, the victim. His name was Al Rothstein. He's a welder here at the nuclear plant. Co-worker found him this morning. So, what do you got?" 

"Petechiae on his face and the whites of his eyes, and this bruising on his neck..." Barry gestures to his neck, "Oh, so he was strangled." Barry hums in agreement, "By someone very strong and very large." I look closer, "Or something?" I spoke up. He shakes his head at me, "This wasn't Grodd." And Joe lets out a sigh of relief, "Look, I'll let you know when I find more."

He stands, ready to take off. "So, this Flash Day thing. I'm hoping you're planning on making an appearance." Joe smirks at Barry, "Ah, I haven't really decided." "Barry, the mayor's trying to give you the key to the city." He sighs and shakes his head, "I don't need an award." I rolled my eyes, "Barry, you love getting awards. Like all the ones we got in school."

He huffs, "Those I deserved. I'll let you know what I find, all right?" As he walks away, I turn to Joe, "You know I'm really starting to hate this 'Give him space' plan. 

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"Flash Day is almost here. A special downtown rally to honor the man who saved Central City." The news anchor's voice echoes around the precinct. Joe watches the screen with a small smile on his face, "It's been six months since the Flash saved Central City from the freak black hole that erupted in the sky." I sighed from my seat behind Joe's desk.

"Joe, Y/N, where are we with the murder at the nuclear plant?" Cpt. Singh walks towards us, "Barry's still analyzing the evidence, but there was definitely something weird." Singh nods, "Yeah, which is why I let you have that Anti-Meta-Human Task Force. Speaking of which, where is your scientific advisor?"

"Ho, ho, ho! Fear the beard!" Cisco exclaims whilst pushing a cart full of things. Clearing his throat at the sight of Singh's glare, "It's a very distinguished look...sir." Singh looks down at the cart, "What is all this, Mr. Ramon?" He seems to light up at the question, "Oh, this right here? This is a little something I'm working on. I'm cooking it up for Joe and the task force to take down meta-humans. I think I'm gonna call it the boot. Oh, here are the receipts."

Handing Singh a stack of papers, he sighs before walking past the two men. "Oh, um, Captain, one more thing." Without turning around, he yells, "You're not getting a badge, Mr. Ramon." He walks into his office and closes the door.

Turning back to us, he sighs. "He's really stingy with those badges, isn't he?" I laugh and walk around the desk, leaning on the other side, "Yeah, cops are funny that way. So you really think you can get this to work? Don't have me caught out on the streets with my pants down." I clear my throat from behind them, "Ah, sorry. Us."

I nod for him to continue, with a smile on my face. "Yes, once I finish the Boot, CCPD will totally have what it needs to take down a meta-human. Especially now that Barry has decided to go all Lone Wolf McQuade and fight crime himself." Jpe holds his hand out, "I know, right? Have you spoken to him?" He shakes his head, "Not recently. Haven't even heard from Caitlin since she started working at Mercury Labs."

I frown at the mention of her; she's been going through a lot since she lost Ronnie again. I can only imagine what she must be feeling, though, I don't blame her for leaving S.T.A.R. Labs. Iris rushes in with a smile on her face, "Hi, Cisco. Hi, Dad." She hugs Joe before stepping to hug me. "Hey, baby."

She looks between the three of us, "I was wondering if you talked to Barry about the rally." Joe mentions that we were just talking about it, "I'm sorry, but I can't believe they're gonna give the Flash the key to the city. Although technically, as members of Team Flash, we should all be getting keys."

I scoffed, "Thank you! Someone finally said it. Especially me, seeing as I'm always out there risking my life right next to him." Iris smiles at me, "Well, you know Barry. The more we try to convince him to do something, the less he's gonna want to do it." Joe sighs.

"Yeah, but he should go. Someone should try to get through to him." I smile and look at Joe before looking at Iris, "Yeah, someone should. Maybe his best friend," Cisco sighs, "Y/N, believe me, I've tried." I frowned, rolling my eyes. Iris and I rolled our eyes as I spoke.

"I meant her." She smiles at him as she walks away.

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Leaning on the cop cruiser, next to Joe and Cisco, and looking around, "You really think he's gonna show?" Joe sighs, "I hope." Cisco looks around, "We expecting trouble?" Joe smiles, "Cops always expect trouble. In this city, I expect super evil flying monsters." I scoff, smirking slightly. "No way." Cisco and Joe both turn towards me, "What?"

I nod my head towards what I was looking at. "I didn't think she was going to come, I mean, I told her I'd love to see her here, but I didn't think she would actually show." I wanted to go and talk to her, but the sound of the crowd cheering caused me to turn towards the stage.

"Good morning, Central City! A year ago, our world changed. Our city became ground zero for...some pretty weird stuff."

"We got a new breed of criminal. Men and women who defied not only our laws, but physics and reason. But we got something else, too. We got the Flash!" The crowd breaks into applause. "Our wounds run deep, and I know many of you are afraid of what threats tomorrow may bring. But the Flash doesn't just protect us; he restores hope where it was lost. That's why I'm honored to present the key to the man who saved Central City: the Flash!"

Cheering erupts again before quickly dying down, and looks of disappointment flash on the faces in the crowd before a blur of red speeds onto the stage. Cheers and applause ring out again as Barry shakes hands with the Mayor.

A chant of "Flash" echoes through the crowd. He smiles and waves as he looks out onto the crowd. Joe and I smile brightly. Showing just how proud we were of the hero he became, "The doors to Central City will forever be open for you, Flash." He nods and smiles as he reaches for the key. A scream sounds, and Joe and I yell.

"Look out!" As a food cart comes hurtling down towards Barry. He grabs the Mayor and speeds him to safety. He looks around for the threat and turns towards us, "I got this, alright?" Looking at him like he has two heads, I scoff, "Barry, I don't know if you've noticed, that guy is like two times your height."

He rolls his eyes, "The man who saved Central City, hate to rain on your parade." Barry rushes towards the man just to get smacked backwards. "Barry!" I yell and rush towards him, and the other cops begin shooting at the meta. "Barry, wake up." I grab his shoulders and shake him, "Come on, Barry, wake the fuck up."

A purple hue surrounds both my hands, and I use it to deliver a powerful shock to his body. Joe shoots the boot at the meta, and instead of it incapacitating him, it causes him to grow bigger. "Cisco, you said this thing would take him down. He's not going down." Barry gasps as he sits up.

I help him stand slowly, "You alright?" He nods and starts to look around frantically. Speeding off before he's right in front of us again, holding two propane tanks. "What're you doing?" Joe asks, "I'm throwing, you're shooting." 

Barry throws the tanks, and Joe pulls out his gun and shoots them. Barry speeds back towards Joe as the blast sends shrapnel everywhere. Causing me to throw my hands up as a purple forcefield forms around me, acting as a shield.

Barry grabs his thigh and groans, a large piece of metal sticking out of it. "That's Al Rothstein." Joe points at the meta, who has removed his mask, "The body we found down at the nuclear plant. He's alive."

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"According to the coroner's office, Al Rothstein's body was in the morgue all night, so we scratch off zombie attack." Joe looks at Cisco, shock written clearly across his face. "Rothstein have a twin brother?" Cisco scrolls a bit, "Nope. Only child. And get this, the night the accelerator exploded, Rothstein was on his honeymoon, in Hawaii."

I sigh and walk to the other side of Cisco's desk. "So, we're looking for a guy who's really strong, can grow twice his size, and just happens to look exactly like the guy he murdered?" Cisco crosses his arms and leans back, "I would think this meta was really cool if everything about him didn't just terrify me to my core."

I stare at the screen and space out before I hear Iris's voice from beside me. "Hey. So, the hospital next to the Flash Day rally. The X-ray and CT machines all failed at once. Was that because of you?" We all turn to Cisco, who frowns. "I did not do anything that would cause that. I'm 92% sure."

And from the looks he recieves he nods his head, "I'm gonna go make that 100. Excuse me." I smile, turning back to Iris and Joe, she grabs both of us and pulls us away from prying ears. "Barry can't do this alone anymore." Joe sighs, "That's his plan, and I don't know how to talk him out of it. At this point, I'm just trying not to push him further away."

Iris looks at me, "Well, maybe Barry has been so successful at pushing us away, because we keep letting him. Let's not let him." Joe shrugs, "What do you suggest?" I smirked, "If you keep getting 'no' as an answer," Iris looked over at me as she finished my sentence, "Stop asking questions."

Joe looked between the two of us, "I say that. You quoting me to me?" We smiled, "Well, what can we say? You are a very smart man." He laughs and wraps his arms around us both.

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Barry sits in his office, staring at the cover of the newspaper, "You know, you really shouldn't be looking at that." His head shoots up as he stares at me, sighing, he throws the newspaper onto the table. "Why, it's not like they aren't telling the truth." The smirk on my face turns into a sad smile as I approach his desk, leaning against the side before pushing myself up to sit on top.

"Not to me. Because what I saw out there was my older brother being a hero. Saving lives, like he always has." He looks away, "I'm no ones hero." I smile, "You're mine, and I don't know if that means anything to you. But it does to me." Before he can respond, a voice calls from the doorway.

"Mr. and Ms. Allen. Y/N and Barry Allen?"

We nod, "I'm Greg Turk. I'm an attorney at Weathersby and Stone. I don't usually make house calls, but I've been trying to reach you both for several months." He shakes Barry's hand before extending his out towards me, and I just stare. He lowers his hand, "Yes. Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've just, um. I've been really busy with work. We both have."

He gestures between us, "We need to talk about S.T.A.R. Labs. As you know, Harrison Wells left the property to Ms. Allen as part of his living trust." I sigh, "Yeah, which I did not ask him to do, but Barry's been keeping the place up." Turk looks around the room.

"Well, it's gonna take more than cleaning the floors to retain it, I'm afraid."

"The facility and the real estate are scheduled to go into receivership at the end of the week unless...you watch this." He pulls out a USB hard drive and holds it towards me. "What is this?" I asked as I grabbed it, "A video message drafted by Dr. Wells." Barry's brow furrows, "What's on it? Have you seen it?" Turk shakes his head.

"No. He was very specific. It was only to be watched by Ms. Allen. The device will send me a notification after you've viewed it. And at that point, I'll have everything ready to execute." I huffed, placing the USB onto the table, "I'm not gonna watch that."

He looks down at me, "Well, that's up to you, Ms. Allen. I'm only here to represent Harrison Wells' final request. Good day." He walks out of the room, and I stare down at the drive and sigh.

Barry looks over at me, "I thought that his being dead meant we wouldn't have to deal with him anymore." Barry shakes his head and shrugs before an alert pops up on his screen. An alert from S.T.A.R. Labs, as he speeds off, I bring my hands to the open space infront of me and pull them apart, opening a rift in the open space and jumping through.

Landing in the cortex, my eyes lit up as I saw Iris, Cisco, and Stein standing at the console. "What're you guys doing here?" Barry asks, "Working." Iris responds, and Cisco sends a smile in my direction before turning back to Stein. "So, Caitlin was right." Stein nods, "Yes, all humans contain small amounts of radiation due to contact with cell phones, microwaves, televisions, et cetera. Our bodies are natural conductors." Barry looks over at Joe, who stands off to the side. 

Cisco nods, "I think our meta's been sucking up all the radiation around him and using it to power himself." Iris continues, "Which is why the X-ray machines at the hospital failed the day of the rally." I stepped forward, "So if we want to find him, we gotta look for places without radiation."

Cisco begins typing, and Barry takes a step forward, "All right, guys, I don't want any of you here right now." Joe walks towards him, "Tough. You need your partners. You need your friends." I nod, "Barry, everyone in this room cares about you, but we also care about this city. We all want to make a difference, and that means fighting meta-humans and working with the Flash. You can't deny us that. Not anymore." 

"Got him. There's a three-block dead zone near a hazardous waste reclamation plant. It should be blooming with rads, and right now it's at zero." Stein smirks, "That's where you'll find your atom smasher." Iris and Cisco give him a look. "Because he absorbs atomic power, and he, well, smashes." Cisco pulls him into a hug, "That's a great name. Welcome to the team."

He shakes Stein's hand, "Great, guys, thanks you. You can go now, all right?" Joe sternly calls him, "Barry, you need to let Cisco and Stein figure out a way to stop this guy." He shakes his head, "No, I don't." He speeds away with his suit on. Sighs echo all around the room.

Cisco holds something up, "Barry left his comm system behind. We can't talk to him." I look at Iris, who shakes her head.

"I'll go after him." I walk down the hall to where I last left my suit. I hadn't felt the need to use it, nor be a hero, after what happened six months ago. For the longest time, I blamed myself. How could I not? I fell in love with the man who killed the only mother I had ever had and framed my father for it, and tried to kill my brother.

My best friend's boyfriend sacrificed himself to save all of us from said man. What was I supposed to think? Walking back into the cortex, I can feel Iris staring, "I know what you're thinking, Iris. And yes, I can handle myself. I've dealt with much worse than a man who can grow really tall."

Cisco walks over to me, "Okay, if I remember correctly, there should be a GPS tracker in your suit. Here's your comms so we can talk to you."

I nod, putting it in my ear. I open a purple rift into the space infront of me, "Y/N, just be careful, and bring Barry back." I nod and jump through the rift. After coming out on the other side, I walk towards the front door and push it open, and it slowly creaks open. As I walk into the building, I speak to Cisco.

"Cisco, can you hear me?" He responds with a yes, "Alright, tell me where I'm going." As he guides me down the maze of halls, I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand as a gasp rings through the mic. "What's going on? Cisco, what's happening?" When I don't get a response, I start running. Hearing what sounds like a brawl, I run faster. 

As I turn a corner, I see Atom Smasher, holding Barry by his neck. "Cisco, please tell me you're seeing this? Tell me what I can do?" He swears before typing quickly. "Okay, Y/N, I'm gonna use the alarms to pull his attention away from Barry. Can you get him out of there?" I look back atthe size of Rothstein, "Not quick enough, Rothstein would be able to recollect himself before I could open a rift. I'll have to try something else." Think, dammit. I look around frantically before an idea pops into my head. "Cisco, how do you think he'd fare against concrete? As soon as Barry's safe, I could bring the ceiling crashing down on him. Trap him under the rubble." 

I can practically hear the gears turning in his head, "That could work, alright. I'm sounding the alarms, in three, two, one!" The alarms go off, causing Rothstein to look away from Barr. He uses the distraction to speed off, and I lift my hands, palms pointed to the ceiling.

Purple mist surrounds them, and I clench my fist, aggressively pulling my arms down to destroy the ceiling and bring it crashing down onto the meta. A hand grabs my arm before I'm whisked away. Not a minute later, we're back at S.T.A.R. Labs, and Barry is passed out in my arms.

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"I remember when you and Barry first came to live with me. You both were so quiet. After a while, Barr started talking and interacting with others. But you stayed that way, I remember overhearing you and Iris talking one night. You told her the reason you don't like talking is that you didn't believe anyone was listening. Iris told you, 'Never let anyone silence you. When they speak over you, speak louder. Make yourself heard, because you deserve to have a voice."

I smiled at his recollection, "You started talking after that, small voice with the force of a punch." A groan alerts us both.

Barry shuffles before shooting up, "You're good. We got you." Joe gives Barry a soft look. He nods and looks past me. "Where is everyone?" I smile, looking behind at the empty cortex. "Well, we figured you wouldn't want an audience when you came to." Scoffing, Barry thanks us. Joe takes a deep breath before looking over at me.

I nod, and he looks back at Barry, "Iris is right. You're not gonna do this anymore. For the last six months, we've given you your space to work all this out. Come back to us. But today proved that you'd rather just get yourself killed." Barry chuckles dryly, "It's better than getting my sister and friends killed."

"You want us to tell you that it wasn't your fault? We can't. It was, but guess what? You weren't the only person making decisions that day. All the rest of us were there too. Eddie and Ronnie chose to help you stop Wells, and stop that--" Joe waves his hand in a circle around his head.

"Singularity." Barry and I spoke at the same time, "Singularity thing. It's on all of us, Barry." Nodding, I wipe the tear that falls from his eye, "So stop with this hogging all the blame and regret. We gotta live with it. Move on." He sighs, "What do I do now?" I exchange a look with Joe.

"Well, we know that you've been rebuilding Central City at night." Barry smiles, "It's just bricks and paint." I grab Barry's hand, "Maybe you should start trying to rebuild... things that really matter." Barry looks at me; he really does look like a kicked puppy when he's sad.

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I look up at the building, confused, "What're we doing here?" Barry smiles, "Rebuilding." He grabs my hand and pulls me along. Dragging me into the building and into the elevator, after the doors open, he continues to drag me down the halls. When we finally reach a lab, standing at a desk looking into a microscope stands a woman I never thought I'd get to speak to again.

Caitlin straightens and turns towards us, "What're you guys doing here?" Barry takes a few steps towards her, "Sorry, I should've called or something. I just-- I wanted to see you." She tilts her head, "It's been a while." Barry and I smile sadly.

"Yeah, Y/N said she saw you at the Flash Day celebration. I was surprised. You, better than anyone, know I wasn't the hero that day." Caitlin shakes her head, "Of course you were." Barry frowns, "No. Cait, Ronnie died saving me, and I should've saved him, and I'm--I'm so sorry."

Caitlin smiles softly, "Barry, I know that you did everything you could. It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you for Ronnie's death. I blame myself." My heart clenches at her confession, "Why?" I question.

"When Ronnie first became Firestorm, he asked me to leave Central City and go somewhere that we could have a normal life. And I said no." Tears fill the brunette's eyes, and her voice begins to break. I couldn't leave S.T.A.R. Labs, Dr. Wells...you. If I had gone with him, Ronnie would still be alive. Being at S.T.A.R. Labs just made me think of that every single day."

Tears run down her cheeks, and I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out a piece of cloth, handing it to her. She chuckles when she sees it, "Oh, you carry a handkerchief now? What're you, 80?" I laugh, looking over at Barry, "It feels that way sometimes." He gives me a sheepish smile in return.

As she takes the cloth, something falls out of it, tumbling towards the ground, and clacking loudly when it makes contact, I bend down to grab it. Cait makes a sound of confusion, "What's that?" As I stand, I look up at her, before speaking, "It's uh...Apparently, in case of his death. Wells had some kind of living will."

She raises an eyebrow, "And you haven't watched it yet?" I shook my head, "No, I've been too afraid." Caitlin offers a soft look, "What if we watched it together?" I nodded hesitantly and handed her the drive.

We sit at her desk, Caitlin and Barry on either side of me, as the screen illuminates, and Harrison sits in the chair across from the camera. I release a heavy sigh at the sight of him. Barry grabs my hand in reassurance.

"Hello, Y/N. If you're watching this, that means something has gone horribly wrong. I'm dead, and the last 15 years have been for nothing. Bummer. 15 years." His chuckle echoes through the speakers, and a shiver runs down my spine. Memories of the late nights we spent together at S.T.A.R. Labs run on replay, his breathless chuckle, his eyes shining even in the darkness of the cortex. 

His hands on mine as he helped me learn to control my abilities. His lips grazing my shoulder as he lay next to me in bed. All the dinner dates he took me on, never once letting me pay for anything, how could a man that was capable of all that, turn on me, on us?

"You know, when I realized that in all those years, helping raise Barry, he and I were never enemies. I'm not the thing he hates. And so, I want to give both of you the thing you want most. It won't matter. You both'll never be truly happy, Y/N Allen, trust me. I know you." He sighs, running a hand down his face.

"I also know you'll never be able to forget me, Y/N. All those nights we spent together, my featherlight touches as you lay next to me, those smiles and laughs I pulled from you, even when you were at your lowest. Those moments will stay with you forever; they will haunt you forever. But you deserve to know that I have and will never regret all those nights. And even in death, I will always love you."

My vision blurs, and tears gently fall from my eyes.

"Now, erase everything I said up to this point. Give the following message to the police. My name is Harrison Wells. Being of sound mind and body, I freely confess to the murder of Nora Allen. In her home, on the night of March 18th, in the year 2000. I attacked Nora Allen in her dining room. I stabbed her in the chest with a large butcher knife."

"Oh my god. He confessed." Caitlin lightly chuckles, Wells' voice still echoes in the background.

"From the drawer to the left of the sink in the kitchen." "This is it." Barry laughs, "This is what we need to free Dad." Barry stands, pulling his phone out. The conversation quickly turns into static behind me, my eyes still locked onto the man in the recording. His words echoed in my head, "You'll never be able to forget me." A hand gently grabs my shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"

I look up and see Caitlin still sitting next to me. I nod, and she looks over at Barry, who walks back into the room, "Joe's going to get everyone together at S.T.A.R. Labs." Caitlin smiles, "I'll drive."

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Barry showed the cut video to everyone. I couldn't have been more grateful for that. I wouldn't have been able to handle everyones empathatic looks had they seen the whole video. Joe left to call the DA, and Barry, being the restless type, followed him.

I, however, haven't been able to move from my spot; my limbs feel like they're filled with concrete. Rooting me into the chair, I can feel someone running their hand up and down my back, but I don't look to see who it is. Barry came back, and everyone started asking questions. I just can't bring myself to tune into the conversation.

A body crouches next to me, a voice speaking. "Y/N, Dad's coming home." I look over at him, "Dad's coming home?" Barry smiles and nods as he stands, "He's coming home. Well, first, we have to deal with Atom Smasher."

As the conversation about the meta sparks up, I zone out again. Iris looks down at me and pulls Barry aside. "I think you're going to have to do this one without her. She's still out of it from what Wells said to her." Barry nods, speeding into his suit and out of the building.

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"Barry, maybe I should've stayed back at the house. I never came to see him. What if he hates me because of that?" Barry turned towards me, "Y/N, I promise you this. Dad could never hate you. Every time I came to see him, he asked about you. He would ask me how you were doing, how work was going."

"And even after we became metas, he asked about you. He wanted to know what you could do, and when I told him. He said he knew his baby girl would grow to become a strong woman. He loves you, Y/N, he always will."

Before the tears that accumulated in my eyes could fall, the gate behind Barry buzzes. Barry walks towards the man and hugs him tightly, his eyes fall on me as he pulls away. "My beautiful Y/N." He walks towards me and smiles, "Hi, Dad." He wraps his arms around me, "I missed you, kid."

My tears fall freely, "I miss you too, Dad. More than you know." My voice cracks, and we separate. He reaches up and wipes my tears, "Let's go home." Barry speaks as he grabs Dad's bag. "I'll race ya." Barry and I laugh, "You will lose." 

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As I open the door to the West house, voices scream, "Welcome Home!" Barry and I smile as we look back at Dad. Cheers and applause echo around the home. Joe pulls Dad in for a hug, and everything feels right again, for the first time in 6 months, I don't think of the bad.

Iris pulls me right into her arms, happiness written all over her body. Cake, champane and stories are passed around the room. Iris and I laugh loudly as Joe slides a badge into Cisco's shirt pocket. 

Stein clinks his finger on his glass, "Gather round, everyone, please. Looking at all of you, thinking how far we've all come, and remembering those who are no longer with us, I'm reminded of a Hebrew word used during times of graduation. Kadima. It means, "Forward." Stein lifts his glass.

"Forward." He nods in encouragement, and everyone follows suit; the clinking of glasses echoes around the room.

I spark a small conversation with Caitlin and Cisco before I notice Barry and Dad are caught in an intense conversation. I excuse myself and walk over to them. "Hey, what's wrong?" Barry looks at me before looking over at Dad.

"Y/N, do you think you and Barry can be all that you're becoming with me here?" Barry sighs, "You're the only family that we have left." Dad smiles,

"Well, that's not really true, is it? Don't you have another family in this room? They need your help, too, Barry." I look away, tears forming in my eyes, "When you both need me, I will be here, but right now, Central City doesn't need you to be Henry Allen's son and daughter. It needs you to be the Flash and Magick."

Hands grasp my face, forcing my eyes back to the man in front of me.

"My kids. The superheroes." He sighs, wiping a stray tear that had fallen from my eyes. "I have to go. "I need you to tell me that it's okay." I smile sadly, "It's okay, Dad." He smiles and brings us into a tight hug, "I love you. I always will."

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Barry and I walk out of the elevator, and Joe stands, waiting for us. "Hey, your Dad get off okay?" I nod, "Yeah, we just dropped him at the station." Joe looks over at Barry, "You good?" Barry shakes his head, "I don't know, I--Just feels like every time I win, I still lose."

Joe smiles and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a key. "It's not bad." Handing the key to Barry, he smiles and takes it, "No, it's not bad." I laugh and take the key from him, "It's pretty cool." 

Joe laughs, "It's real cool, come on!" We walk into the cortex, where Caitlin, Cisco, Iris, and Stein stand. "Hey! Guess what?" Cisco asks Barry, "I added a little upgrade to your suit." The Flash emblem now sported a white background instead of the original red. Barry chuckles, "I was going to upgrade Y/N's suit too, but she threatened me."

I smiled, "You're damn right, my baby is perfectly fine the way she is." Iris laughs and Cisco smiles. "It's just like the one from the future newspaper Gideon showed us. I was thinking, you know, you shouldn't fear the future anymore, right?" 

Barry shook his head, "No, and it'll be here faster than we think." Stein points at the suit, "Well, see, I like it. The lightning definitely pops more against the white." Caitlin smiles, "And S.T.A.R. Labs is now safer than ever. Increased security and surveillance."

Cisco continues her point, "Re-coded, double firewalled, electronic lock sets. Nothing is getting through here without us knowing." Barry and I smile.

"So people can't just waltz in and out of here." Iris finishes, and Cisco agrees. Caitlin gasps as a man walks into the cortex, "For real?" Cisco sighs, "Stay where you are." Joe shouts as he pulls out his gun. "Who are you?" I ask, "You don't know me, but I know you...Barry Allen."

He takes a step towards us, and I square my shoulders, letting a purple mist flow around my hands. "Take one more step, it'll be the last step you take." Joe threatens.