A/N: I was planning to post this later in time, but I just deleted So Filled With Glee, so I wanted something to fill the hiatus of my writing. School starts next week, and I'm sweating like a pig in anticipation of it. Also, it's like thirty degrees Celsius here.

Barry's POV

I wake up, thanks to my alarm.

I groan, pressing the snooze button on my phone, then decide to get up.

After all, I can maybe beat a certain Dr Snow for work.

So I hurry through my morning process, and get to Jitters at exactly eight o'clock, and stroll in.

"Hey Izzie," I say to the girl behind the counter. She nods at me. "The usual?" I confirm it with a nod on my part. I get my wallet and hand over a twenty. When she gives me the change, I put a dollar in the tip jar.

"Thanks," I say, as she hands me my order.

I go to the alleyway outside Jitters normally, check both ways, then run to S.T.A.R Labs, scaring a certain apple of my eye.

"God!" Caitlin Snow screams.

"Actually, it's Barry, but the resemblance is striking." I say, with a cheeky grin.

Sh hits me with her magazine.

"Ow," I protest jokingly.

She chuckles.

"Come on, let's kill some time playing anatomically incorrect games," I say. Then I realise what I said, and hasten to correct it, "That was not a euphemism or anything," I say.

She gives me a smile. "What about the Game of Life? Also, not a euphemism," She blushes.

We're in the main lab by this time, and neither Dr Wells or Cisco are here, so I go over and get the game from the cabinet in the side room.

"Here you go. Boy or girl?" I ask, setting it up in five seconds.

"Girl. You?" She asks.

"Boy. Car?" I ask.

"Green. You?"

"Blue. You roll first." I hand her the dice.

"Three." She rolls the single dice.

"Four." I grin at her.

"Okay, Barry," She puts emphasis on my name, "you gonna go to college or be an uneducated buffoon?"

"In the interest of real life, I'll take college, thanks." I say.

"Spin." She points to the spinner.

"You're the boss," I smirk, and spin. It lands on four.

I move four spaces.

"Apparently, someone died and I get inheritence. Bank, please pay me $10,000." Caitlin scoffs, but counts the money with care, and hands it to me.

"So, Cait, is it college for you?"

"Nope. Let me pick two career ones."

"Well that's great," I mutter, but arrange the cards in a fan and present them to her.

She takes two. "Doctor or artist? You know what the answer is going to be."

She hands me the artist card back, and I fan out the salary cards.

She picks one. "Wow. $100,000."

"Great, I know who I am going to go to if we get to trade salaries."

She spins, and it lands on a one.

"I invent a new ice-cream flavour. Bank, please be so kind as to hand me $25,000." I hand it over.

"What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?" I ask.

She looks surprised, but replies nevertheless, "Chocolate. You?"

"I wouldn't have pegged you for that. More vanilla, or cookies or cream. But mine is undecided. I went to this ice-cream parlour in college, and I love all the flavours. But considering I can run on water, maybe we could go to Italy sometime and get gelato, you and me?"

"I'd like that." She confesses.

"But none of that chocolate buisness."

"Fine." She pouts.

"I'm kidding. Just as long as you get another flavour too."

"Kay. Your turn."

I spin to land on the seven, but I must graduate. I end up having scientist or IT expert, and I tell those options to Caitlin.

"I'll bet Felicity'd be thrilled." Caitlin says drily.

"Come on, you know I'm going to be a scientist."

She rolls her eyes in mock annoyance.

"And I get a pretty penny of a salary. Not quite on par with yours, of course, but its enough to live on." I say when I've plucked a salary card.

"Guys!" Cisco runs into the lab. "It's Captain Cold again."

At my confused look, he says, "Captain Cold? Leonard Snart? Guy with freeze ray that nearly killed you?"

"No, I know who he is, but I was wondering how you got here so fast."

"I fell asleep, and then it was two AM when I woke up, so I just stayed in a guest room."

"Okay. So where is he now?" I ask, and suit up quickly. Caitlin abandons the game on the table, and goes to sit in her desk chair.

"Um, looks like he's up 22nd Avenue, west-bound."

"On it," I say through the earpiece.

I run to 22nd Avenue, and stop outside the post office. "Where now?" I ask.

"Go to the 99 cent store. He's outside." Cisco says.

"I'm detecting unusually low heat specs. He's got his gun. It's a trap, Barry." Caitlin says.

"I don't care. Does he have any hostages?"

"Barry, we're going to have a very long conversation when you get back. And yes, a small child, it looks like. I'll set satellite imagery on it."

"Okay, I'm a block away."

"Barry, get on the rooftop. You'll have an advantage over him." Cisco calls.

So I head up the roof. "Will a super-sonic punch do it?" I ask.

"Yeah, theoretically." Cisco says.

"Barry, the kid is a fake. He's a shop mannequin set on fire." Caitlin says.

"Okay, but I'll try give his fake kidnapper a big whack." I say, and run to the edge of the city.

"Run, Barry! He's terrorising a real cameraman!"

"On it." I run, and run and run, and I don't think. I have two primary focuses, getting that bad guy out of action, and coming back to Caitlin. And STAR Labs, of course.

I round the final corner, and Snart sees it coming.

He unleashes the cold gun on me, but it can't stop my momentum.

I hit him right into next week, then pick him up, and run to the lab.

"You got a knockout needle anywhere?" I call. Cisco and Caitlin rush over, Cisco holding a giant as needle. Cisco takes the criminal to the particle accelerator prison.

Caitlin looks over the satellite footage of the attack, and repeats it.

Cisco returns, and she turns to give me a once-over.

"Barry, you're hurt. Cisco, help me get him to the bed." She instructs.

"Guys, what are you talking abo- oh. " I look down to see myself with a giant popsicled midsection. I'm on the bed with my shirt open before I even register it.

"Caitlin-" is the last thing I say before the world disappears.

Caitlin's POV

Oh crap. The guy I have a giant crush on is possibly dead. Wait. Giant crush? I don't waste any seconds thinking about it though, and I get Cisco to get as many heating apparatuses as he can, and to focus the heat energy into melting him, allowing his body to start healing.

I go into the chemical room and mix the right chemicals, only faltering once when I try remember the name of the last ingredient. The result is a heat serum I created the recipe for a while ago, the night after Barry's first run-in with the gun. It basically recreates the sensation of alcohol running down your throat to your entire body. Possibly like Firewhisky, from Harry Potter. Actually, that would possibly be a good name for it.

I drip the solution into a needle, and think about which vein to run it through. Probably one near his heart.

"Cisco, is it done?" I ask.

He yells a yes.

"Okay. Turn them all off, and get a heat reflective blanket." I order, to which he gives a mock salute and runs off to find it.

I spread his shirt open a bit more, and select the needle.

Don't think about what you're doing, Caitlin.

Another part of my brain retorts.

Yeah, you're only just sticking a needle into a hot guy.

Shut up! The first voice roars, and I get enough courage to do it steadily. I push the end of the thing down, draining the serum.

I hope it does him good.

I inspect the injuries, to see if they need my attention. None of them look life threatening at the moment, a couple of big cuts and bruises. What really worried me was at the rate they were healing. I have no idea how his brain is coping, but it must be directing all of the power to his stomach wound, leaving the others open in the process. I grab the nearby med kit, and put on some gloves. I apply antiseptic to eight cotton balls, one for each of the cuts I can see.

I swipe them across the cuts, throwing it away when I am done. On the last cut, the one on his cheek, I only need one hand, so I take one of my gloves off, to steady his head while I apply the antiseptic. This one might need stiches, but I can't tell till I've cleaned it.

He flinches a bit, and all his vitals spike up for a couple of seconds.

Cisco comes back with the blanket, and hands it to me. I place it on the chair, and start bandaging up the cuts.

When I'm done, I place the blanket over him. "So what's his status?" Cisco inquires.

His vitals start dwindling really fast, like an airplane whose engine just combusted.

"Cisco, we need the anti-inflammatory cream, stat. Also grab some more antiseptic." He runs, like faster than I have ever seen him run in my life.

He pushes the objects into my hands. "Anything else?"

"Yes, grab the bigger med kit. We're going to need a bunch of bandages."

I start with the antiseptic, just in case there is anything that could infect it on there. Then I squeeze out a lot of anti-inflammatory cream and start massaging it into his skin.

"Cisco, get some burn cream. I'm not sure what it can do for Barry, but-"

"On it."

Once the burn cream is applied, he stabilises. "There's no telling when he's going to wake up." I say to Cisco.

"In the meantime, we should inform Dr Wells of these developements."

"Okay."

"We should probably take shifts too. And call Barry in for a sabbatical at the CCPD. Say he's gone to Starling City to meet up with Oliver and Felicity."

"I'll call, and take the first shift. You look starving, amd I'm hungry too, so can you hit a Big Belly Burger and a kiosk? I need sugar and food."

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

"Take your time. Maybe after that, you can go home and sleep off those bags you try to hide with makeup."

"Call me if Dr Wells wants anything. And I do not have sleep circles."

I stalk off, stopping once to get my coat and purse.

I own a blue Citroen, and I am proud of it. I like my little car. It's not tiny, and it doesn't have more space than I need.

I click it open, and the lights flash in a greeting.

I take the employee exit, seeing as the main is chained up and boarded with signs calling this ' a hazardous location'.

Cisco rings as I pull up behind a couple cars at a red light.

I fumble with my purse for a bit, then find my phone, never taking my eyes off the road.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Cisco here. Dr Wells wasn't too happy with you leaving at first, but I reasoned with him, and he also wants the chicken burger deal, with a large Coke. And he also says that he should get junk food once in a while. I have to say he's right."

"Okay. And the CCPD?" The light turns green, and I am almost at the mall.

"Fine. No problems. You could probably kidnap a police officer and call it in as a urgently needed holiday."

"Cisco!"

"I said probably, didn't I? Purely theoretical, I promise."

"Call Joe and Iris too. They're not going to be happy. But its not serious. He's just unconscious."

"Actually Caitlin, after you went, his vitals started going loopy, so Dr Wells and I had to stabilise him again. He's in a coma."

"What? I'm coming back now. As his doctor, I have a right to-"

"Caitlin, the rest of us, and I mean mostly me, are going to die of hunger if we don't get anything to eat. I raided the kitchen this morning, and there is barely anything there. Pick up some Lucky Charms while you're there, okay?"

"Fine. I'll be back in fourty-five minutes."

"Don't hold your breath." He hangs up, and I turn into the carpark, easily finding a space.

I get out, grabbing my purse, and lock the door, which lights up briefly in a goodbye.

So basically, I am here to buy a heart attack.

I walk to the supermarket first.

I pull a trolley, and put in bread, milk, eggs, sugar, Powerade for Barry, fruit juice, Earl Grey teabags, and this other special tea which I know helps Dr Wells with his paralysis and his insomnia, adding chocolate chip cookies, Cisco's favorite pre-packaged cupcakes, Lucky Charms and Cheerios while I'm at it.

I go to the checkout, and spot some raspberry liquorice, and add that in, as a thank you present for Cisco.

I hope Barry wakes up soon. We barely started playing the game.

I pay with my credit card, and then I take the three bags, because I am not going to the food court, and stand in the line for Big Belly Burger with a trolley.

So I walk a fair distance to the queue, which is very small. I check my phone again, and see that it's three pm. That would explain it.

No messages. No news is good news, right?

It's my turn, and I order, mind still lingering on Barry.

I go to my car as quickly as I can after I pay and recieve my order, being careful because I am holding three large drinks.

I get into my Citroen, putting the shopping and my purse in the passenger side, and balancing the drinks on my lap.

The drive back to S.T.A.R Labs passes without incident, but I storm in as fast as I can, to see Barry, who is still the same as before. The others crowd around me, getting their food and drinks.

And I snap out of my trance.

"Oh, I thought we should restock the kitchen as well, so I bought some supplies. I'll go put them away."

"Actually Caitlin, I'll do that. You go eat and check on Barry," Cisco says, throwing a meaningful look at Dr Wells.

I put my paper bag and drink on a table, and check his pulse and heartbeat manually, something the machines around him have been doing since he got into the bed, but I want to check it myself.

I check for lumps on his head, and, finding none, I sit back down to eat.

-[Fifteen minutes later, when meal has been consumed and disposed of]-

"Hey Cisco?" I yell.

"Yes, Caitlin?" He comes running.

"Did you call the Wests?"

"Yeah, they didn't take it so well."

"What did they do?"

"Joe punched a wall, and Iris had a crying fit, when her boyfriend came over and hung up the phone."

"Yeouch."

"Hey, I feel weird asking you this, but can I take the night off? I have a date with a girl called Camilla. Felicity did a background check, she's clean. Moved here from England about a month ago, loves comics."

"YehI meet her soon?"

"Sure, as soon as you get together with Barry."

I splutter. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know you have a thing for him."

"Maybe, but with Iris in the equation, I don't stand a chance."

"Maybe you do." He disappears back to where he came from, leaving me with my thoughts.

Dr Wells comes in. "How's he holding up?"

I don't need to play the pronoun game, I know who he's talking about.

"Good. No lumps, just a few cuts. He'll be awake within the next two weeks."

"That's good to hear. How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine." I reply quickly.

"All the same, I want you to put in a blow-up mattress here. You need to rest, and I know you wouldn't leave Barry's bedside. Take a pillow and a duvet from the other spare room. Cisco has been pumping up the mattress, and I'll look after him," He nods over to Barry, "While you get the other things."

I begrudgingly do so.

When the makesift bed is set up, Cisco hands me a t-shirt and sweatpants. I thank him, and change in the bathroom.

I come out, clothes in hand, and dump them next to my purse.

I get into the bed.

"Night." I say. I hear their quiet farewells.

And then I am asleep.

-[Seven Or So Hours Later]-

I wake up groggily, bleary-eyed and hungry.

I rub my eyes, and stand up, folding the blanket.

I run a hand through my hair, as I grab my tablet to check on Barry, who is sat up and staring back at me expectantly. I scream and drop the tablet.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"God. Okay, you're awake."

I run over, and grab my phone, speed dialling Dr Wells.

"He's awake."

Then I hang up and call Cisco, repeating the same message.

I start running tests, after picking up the tablet and putting it on the table.

"Pupils equally reactive to light, slightly dilated. Pulse 106." I pull off the blanket and check his wound.

It's gone, instead, the same old abs show up.

"Wow. I'd have expected at least a mark."

"For what?" He asks.

"Why, your giant popsicled midsection from running headlong into Captain Cold's gun, of course." I say dryly.

"But Captain Cold is dead."

"Haha, no. I wish. He's in the prison."

"No, he's dead. We killed him ages ago."

Now I'm concerned. "Barry, what is the date?"

"It's November 18th, 2018."

"Okay. Calm down Caitlin." I whisper to myself.

He sits up, and swings his legs out of bed, standing right in front of me.

All of a sudden, my brain chooses to realise he's shirtless, and I blush.

He strokes my cheek.

"Barry, wha-"

He kisses my cheek, and I feel butterflies having a rock concert in my stomach.

Then, reason takes over, just as he pulls me into his arms.

I take a deep breath, saying to myself that it wasn't right to do this, to take advantage of this, and break out of his arms.

"What is wrong with you? You're supposed to be in love with Iris. What the hell are you doing kissing me?"

"I'm not in love with Iris, I haven't been for nearly four years. At the moment, I want to kiss my wife, and-"

"WIFE?" I exclaim.

A/N: Please, pretty please, can I have reviews?