*I know, extremely late, short last chapter with an open-ended ending, but... that's what I got. Sorry fam. Please review!

Caitlin had offered Cisco sedatives. Terrified, worried beyond even her own comprehension she told him, "you need to sleep, Cisco! This could kill you!"

Part of him didn't think that sounded so bad. But he could never tell her that. So instead he reassured her.

"Hey, I've survived like this this long, right, Cait?" He raised his arms in triumph like getting ten hours of sleep a week was substantial or even survivable.

He shrugged off the fact that his body wasn't totally shutting down on him from lack of sleep because he figured it was meta human related. I mean, Reverb had said he could be a god. Maybe gods don't need that much sleep.

Finally, Caitlin had had enough. She drove him home. She walked him up to his apartment. But she didn't leave.

She walked into his bedroom as comfortably as if it were her own.

"Cait, I'm a grown man, I don't need you to tuck me in." Cisco said rolling his eyes as he followed her.

"Well, apparently you're a grown man who can't be trusted to go to sleep on his own. So you're gonna lay in this bed with me while I get caught up on Walking Dead."

Cisco raised his eyebrows at her.

"You really stuck with Walking Dead after our marathon?"

"Well... yeah. But the past couple weeks I've been... busy, so I haven't seen the last couple episodes."

Cisco opened his mouth to argue and shut it again. Smiling. He kicked his shoes off, unzipped his hoodie and tossed it across the room, and climbed into bed, handing Caitlin the remote.

"Well, lucky for you, I've got this whole season on DVR."

Caitlin smirked and kicked off her own shoes, situating herself on the other side of the bed.

Two episodes in she found herself lying her head on Cisco's shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Cisco blinked. About what? Was he physically okay? Was he Vibing right now? Was he hallucinating? About how he'd almost killed her and Barry? About Dante? He'd need her to clarify.

"About which thing?"

"Dante."

Cisco was silent for what he knew was too long to sound convincing when he said,

"...yeah."

"Cisco..."

"Caitlin, I get that he's gone. And that he's not coming back. That I can't keep Vibing him or trying to time travel through breaches. I know... you're worried I'm gonna pull another Reverb stunt and start opening up a shit ton of breaches and trying to change the timeline but..."

Cisco swallowed. It hurt, and his heart ached and all he wanted was for his powers to work. Like Barry's did. Like Wally's did. Like Jesse's did. Hell, even like Caitlin's did when Iris was in trouble. Cisco wanted his powers to be able to help people.

He just wished he could've saved Dante.

But he couldn't. And he knew that.

"I just... I miss him." Cisco's voice broke.

Caitlin's hand was on his face. Grounding. Comforting.

He leaned into her touch. He laid his hand on top of hers that was against his cheek. He met her eyes. And he toward her.

Their lips came together, hard and passionate. His top lip trailed down across her bottom lip as he pulled away.

They stared at each other, laughing nervously and he wrapped his arm around her, settling in to sleep.

The next morning, Cisco woke up from a restful, uninterrupted sleep. He swung his legs off his bed and looked back and found Caitlin still there. She was sound asleep, snuggled up against his Death Star pillow. He smiled to himself, almost blushing at the whole idea that Caitlin Snow was in his bed.

He went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Just as he pulled out the filters, an all too familiar voice came from near his front door.

"Cisco?"

He dropped the bag of filters.

"Dante?"

THE END.