I woke up, wide-eyed and panicked, realizing I hadn't locked the doors to Star Labs. I had designed a special code a few years back that would allow me to put the entire laboratory on lock-down and provide access only to me. But I'd been so preoccupied last night that I hadn't punched in the numbers to the system. Anyone, Iris, Joe, Harry, any of them could just waltz in here, realize what I had done, and take Barry away from me. Fear surging through my veins I did I quick scan of the room. It didn't look like anyone had been snooping around while I was sleeping, and there were no sounds besides the soft snores Barry was making, who was still curled up next to me. Still, I lowered my voice to an urgent whisper as I began to shake Barry slightly, mindful of his injury but the need to escape overwhelming.

"Barry, Barry wake up, wake up," His eyes snapped open, fear taking over momentarily before they settled on me.

"Wha, what's happening?" He murmured, voice strange from sleep. I climbed out of bed, pulling off the blankets and biting my lip when I realized Barry was still shivering, his face pale and sickly looking.

"We gotta get out of here before the others come," I said, grabbing my phone and checking for messages. "Fuck!" I exclaimed when I read them.

"What?" Barry questioned, fear lacing his voice as he ripped out the IV in his hand, wincing and apparently dizzy, as he steadied himself on the bed.

"A text from Iris 9 minutes ago, she's asking what we want from Big Belly Burger, I guess she and Wally are meeting us all here. Crap! They could arrive at any second!" I exclaimed, grabbing my backpack from the corner and stuffing it with medical supplies. Barry slipped on a pair of sneakers that I handed him, and I packed his suit, grabbing his arm to steady him as he swayed dangerously after climbing off the bed.

"Easy," I murmured, pulling his arm over my shoulders so he could lean on me as we walked. I left both of our phones on the table so they wouldn't be able to track us. I frowned, stopping and pulling out Barry's suit, tossing it on the bed behind us before continuing.

"So they can't track us," I explained to Barry's questioning gaze. We somehow made it to the elevators, slipping inside. There was an iPad attached to the wall and I quickly pulled up the security cameras of the parking garage, sighing in relief when I didn't see any of their cars. Barry was still leaning on me, his breathing harsh. Upon reaching the ground floor and hobbling out the elevators I turned to him, hoping my face was apologetic.

"Sorry dude," I said. He turned to me, about to question my words when I scooped him up and carried him bridal style, smirking at his undignified squawk despite out situation. I raced to my car, setting Barry down in the front seat and slamming the door before racing to my driver's seat. I tossed my bag into the back seat before starting the engine and speeding off, fast enough to leave tire marks on the asphalt.

Once we were a few miles away and I was sure we weren't being followed, I allowed myself to relax, sighing dramatically and sinking into my seat. I turned to Barry, and he tossed his head back, cackling.

"We're like fucking fugitives," he laughed, and soon I was too. "We're literally fleeing for our lives away from the people that are supposed to be on our side."

I turned to him, gave a small smirk, and said "Fuck 'em."