They're Quite The Pair Chapter 1: Yellow, a flash fanfic

A/n: I have too many Snowbarry stories and not the time to finish any, so one of my readers suggested that instead of continuously pumping out newer stories, I should take my ideas and publish them as a bunch of drabbles instead. I guess this is where they'll all be!

Summary: In which Barry Allen is a famous singer-songwriter and has a song dedicated to Caitlin without anyone knowing so. The two of them were at the karaoke bar when he decides to give the entire bar an impromptu performance.

I've chosen Coldplay's Yellow, because not only do the lyrics fit what I'm trying to accomplish in this story, but it's also one of my favorite songs.

Enjoy! (and leave your thoughts!)

1.) Yellow

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

There was something hauntingly mellow in his mellifluent tone, a drizzling gentleness that caught the attention of every single patron in the karaoke bar. The lights dimmed along the first verse, the remaining luminescence of a single spotlight casted over Barry Allen, the pale illumination matching the lightness of his voice, the soft rendering of each note.

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow.

Caitlin Snow sat near the bar, equally enthralled by the alluring croon of his voice. Like the dozens of others in this tiny karaoke bar, she was transfixed, mesmerized by his impromptu performance. The room was once engulfed in a chaotic scrambling of conversation and clinking drinks, but as Barry Allen's voice descended upon the rowdy crowd, there was an immediate effect, a quieting wave that quickly enveloped the entire crowd, leaving behind nothing but the light calmness of his voice.

I came along

I wrote a song for you

The song was a special track on his newest album, a last minute addition that vastly contrasted the more upbeat and sanguine vocals of his other songs. 'Yellow' was more melancholic, a sorrowful tune at a deliberately unhurried pace. During one of his recent interviews, he was quoted saying that the song was written for a special someone in his life, a person who owned the entirety of his heart without knowing so.

And all the things you do

And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn

He sang with his eyes closed, the scrolling karaoke captions unneeded. She noticed the slight curling of his lips, the subconscious tug of an inevitable smile each time he muttered the word 'yellow'. Everyone in the room felt his weighted heart, squashed by unspoken emotions, turned into a beautiful melody; it was transcending, and the crowd relished in its brilliance.

Oh what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

She couldn't tear her eyes away from him and neither could anyone else in the crowd; how could they possibly deny losing themselves to his euphonic voice; the rawness, the quavering of the lyrics that meant so much. Her heart ached for him, his performance the cause of such a beautiful desolation.

Do you know?

You know I love you so

Does the person know? She wonders, of Barry Allen's heart, of the reason for his song, the fullness of each word. It was no longer just a simply melody, but an intimate confession of his heart, an acknowledgement for the flickering embers that just refused to die.

I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh what a thing to do

'Cos you were all yellow

She knew he would, Barry Allen was always that sort of person. An honest bundle of loyalty and love, a full-hearted being that would do anything for his friends. And for someone he loved, she could only imagine, to the ends of all worlds, there was nothing that could stop Barry Allen.

I drew a line

I drew a line for you

Oh what a thing to do

And it was all yellow

His voice was a comforting warmness, a bewitching woe that blanketed the entire crowd, a charming seduction that left none unbeguiled by the pureness of his voice, the enrapturement of his song. An intoxicating performance, and none could refuse falling drunk in the embrace of his heartfelt melody, the sincerity of each sung word.

And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

Barry Allen sang to the crowd, but they were only passengers on board his melodic confession, not the actual yearnings of his heart. He had sang the same song in studios, in live performances; he sang in sold-out stadiums and even karaoke bars, but there was always a certain solemnness in his performance, the renditions each done with the closure of his eyes.

To him, the song was an intimate performance. He drowned out the roar of the crowd, the backing symphony of his band. He saw only her, the reason for his song, the person his stars shone for.

Do you know?

For you I bleed myself dry

She found herself reminiscing a day long passed, the emerging memories like insistent stars upon a darkened sky. She had worked late that night and he was there to give her a ride home; she could have taken a cab, but he insisted. The two of them stood outside of S.T.A.R. labs, soaking in the soft caress of the full moon.

She had caught him staring weirdly at her and wondered if there was something on her face; he laughed and told her otherwise.

'Yellow', he had described it. The way she shone then, her delightful features accentuated by the moon's glow, her skin lit softly by its tender embrace.

In that darkened parking lot, where only the two of them stood, it was almost as though the entire world was stilled, that the thousands of stars in the skies above were shining only for her.

That same night was also the first time he told her how beautiful she was.

It's true

Look how they shine for you

And upon that realization, she noticed that for the first time, he sung with his eyes open; an intensity, shrouded by gentleness, that was directed only towards her. Their gaze caught and for a moment, everything else fell into place and simply evaporated, leaving behind only the two and her song.

Look how they shine for you

As redness flushed to her cheeks at the ending notes of his song, Caitlin embraced the warmness inside her heart. She was glowing, a radiant flush of her skin. This time, it wasn't the fault of the stars, but of him, of Barry Allen, the man she loved with all of her heart.

Countless obstacles separated the two, but they were going to have a long conversation afterwards, and she knew deep down, that everything was going to be alright.