This one is going to be the real reveal. (I loved it.)

Sorry guys my life got a bit crazy. I've had about two minutes of free time a day. I'll still update this story occasionally, but I'm probably going to start a different one shot series and, if I can, a continuous one. Prompts and ideas will still be accepted.

When Iris woke up this morning she was not expecting to cheat the boyfriend she lived with, she was not expecting her father to be kidnapped by a supposedly dead man, and she was definitely not expecting to find out that her best friend was the superhero she had blogged about, flirted with, shunned, and then wrote about.

The only thing Iris could think about right now was her father, well and the ever present stream of Barry.

They were running towards the waterfront where Marden had told them to come.

"What do we do?" Iris asked as she and Barry slowed to a stop near the coast line.

"He'll find us." Barry answered, far more confident than she could ever be in this situation. They had run the entire way from the police station, but Barry wasn't out of breath at all. Maybe he really had taken up jogging.

Iris noticed once again by just how much Barry had changed since he woke up from his coma. A year ago he would have insisted on telling people at the precinct about the call from Marden and assured her that the police would be able to do more than they could, but he had just told her he was coming with her and grabbed a duffel bag. The duffel bag still confused her but she pushed that question to the back of her mind.

"Oh my gosh." Iris breathed the words, still out of breath from running. She was looking out at a massive storm on the horizon. As the lightning flashed, she was struck with fear. (Sorry for the puns.) The storm and the anxiety about her father brought Barry's coma to the forefront of her mind.

"Iris, you need to get out of here, ok. You need to get as far from here as possible." Barry no longer sounded so confident. He grabbed her arms and turned her towards him.

"I'm not leaving you." There was no way. He was here because she had brought him with her. It was her biological father they were trying to save. And there was no way she was leaving him. She was not going to risk losing him. That was not a pain she could bear. Not again.

"Iris please!" She had never heard him sound so desperate, and part of her wanted to laugh remembering him telling her that he didn't love her anymore.

"Listen to me, ever since the night that you told me how you felt I have not been able to stop thinking about you." Barry looked away from the oncoming storm and faced her. He looked like he couldn't figure out what she was saying because he didn't believe it could be what he hoped. "At first I was really mad, and then I realized the reason that I couldn't stop thinking about you was because I didn't want to."

The smile that grew on Barry's face and the love she could finally see in his eyes warmed her heart.

"I've never stopped thinking about you." Barry gently put his hand around Iris's neck and pulled her closer to him. He seemed almost hesitant, but he didn't stop until their lips met. His other hand reached up to the other side of her neck. When they pulled away for air, they leaned their foreheads against each other so they could still be close.

Then Barry seemed to remember the storm. A massive tidal wave was forming, and Barry hurriedly called someone on his phone. Iris could only make Barry's half of the conversation, but she didn't believe it would make any more sense if she heard the rest.

"Caitlyn . . . Sorry but there's no time for that right now, there is a tsunami headed for the city. How do I stop it?" Iris's mind was split between two repeating thoughts; why in the world does Barry think he can stop a natural disaster and now he's out of breath. "By running back and forth. How fast?" One question answered and a whole lot more created. There was a pause and then he hung up the phone.

"I am so sorry." Barry said turning back to her. Why would he be sorry? None of this was his fault. "I didn't want you to find out this way." Barry suddenly started to vibrate then he appeared to be a blur of red with streaks of yellow electricity. Now she understood she didn't need to see him appear in the red suit and mask she knew so well to know that he was the Flash. "Go!" She continued to stare at him as he sped off kicking sand into the air. He ran back and forth along the coastline.

She began to run away from the water and obey her best friend/personal superhero's order, but something made her stop. She knew she should keep running, she knew that he could do impossible things, but she could feel that something was wrong. She watched as he continued to run and run and run. The Flash- no, Barry, seemed to be getting faster as he went along. Iris didn't know much about physics, but she understood friction and that that alone could put Barry in danger, but she had never seen burns on him. So what was she so anxious about?

Iris's anxiety lessened as she watched the Flash run. It was amazing. Her Barry had always been amazing to her, but knowing that he could do all of this, knowing that he could potentially stop a tsunami and save the whole city by running, she could think of no other word than amazing.

All at once she felt the anxiety return. Barry disappeared into thin air. She fell to her knees sobbing. She didn't see the police arrive. She didn't notice as they got control of the terrified crowd. She didn't feel Eddie sit down next to her and try to comfort her. Barry was gone, and she knew that if she got him back things wouldn't be the same. The only thing she registered for the rest of the day was someone helping her into the back of the ambulance with her father.

How am I supposed to tell my dad? He's injured and thinks of Barry as a son. What would this news do to him?

"Iris, Iris baby, what's going on? What happened? Where's Barry?" Her father asked when they were finally alone in the hospital room. Her crying started anew. "You know about him being the Flash. I was hoping I could get him to keep it from you for a little longer."

"What?" All she could feel was hurt and the continuing worry.

"I just wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to tell you, but I stopped him. But finding out that he's the Flash wouldn't have you this . . ." He trailed off, but Iris knew how that sentence was supposed to finish. Broken. She was broken. Things had been so good. She and Barry had kissed. For once they were being completely honest with each other, but then-then this had to happen. Was the world plotting against them?

Iris tried not to think about her real worry, so, of course, it was the only thing that ran through her head. Is Barry even alive?

She would feel it if something bad had happened to him, right? She would know in her heart if he was dead. Wouldn't she?

What if that sinking feeling was her feeling that he was dead?

"Hey guys." That voice. His voice. He was here. He was okay. Iris turned around so that her back was to her injured father, and she faced her shocked best friend.

"You're alive!" She leapt out of her chair when she saw him and ran toward him. Barry caught her in his arms and held her tight.

"Where were you, Bear?"

Barry hesitated to answer her.

"When were you?" Joe asked, seeing the shocked look on his face. Iris looked at him as if she wanted to have the nurse look at his head again.

"Yesterday." Barry replied. "I couldn't figure out how to go forward, then I messed with the time stream on accident, and, well, things got a bit complicated after that." Iris could tell that there was more to that story, but he would tell when he was ready. Right now she just wanted to kiss him again.

So she did.

Iris couldn't see, but her dad was smiling.