Moving four hours away seemed unnecessary and totally out of the blue as far as everyone with the exception of Barry Allen was concerned. It may have been a bit out of the blue, but very necessary in his opinion. The past two weeks had been spent either avoiding everyone he knew and or dodging questions about his sudden desire to live the quiet life in small town USA.

Joe, his foster father, was the only one who had picked up on the real reason Barry was moving, yet that knowledge didn't bring understanding. Barry felt guilty and had questioned his seemingly rash decision right up until his farewell breakfast.

He'd been waiting outside the diner for Joe and Iris when instead of just his foster sister and father showing up to bid him farewell they were accompanied by Eddie, Iris's fiancé and Joe's partner. Iris, who despite being Barry's foster sister, he'd been in love with for more than half his life.

Iris and Eddie had been holding hands smiling, laughing, and looking blissful as they approached with Joe looking rather grumpy a few paces behind. That's when Barry knew he made the right decision. Both Eddie and Iris beamed at him like he was one of the most important people on earth to them when they'd caught sight of him. Eddie was a good guy, he loved Iris the way she deserved to be loved, and no matter how much he wanted to, Barry just couldn't hate him.

He was pretty sure Eddie was impossible to hate, though Joe had done a pretty good job when he first found out they were together. He still didn't approve, but agreed when Barry had explained how unfair he was being and how all they should want for Iris was to be happy.

His decision to move had been made with that very thought in mind. Barry wanted Iris to be happy more than anything, more than he wanted himself to be happy, he really did, and he couldn't stick around anymore and watch her feel guilty for being happy. He didn't particularly enjoy living somewhere where every little thing reminded him of someone he wanted so bad, but would never have either.

This wasn't Barry picking up and running off out of the blue. This was Barry striking out on his own and making a new life for himself and praying that his heart ache would fade with time and distance.

That's what Barry was thinking about when he pulled into the parking lot of what looked to be the only restaurant in his new sleepy little town. The road he'd been driving on since he'd left the interstate had suddenly turned into the most cliché looking 50's main street he'd ever seen outside of the cinema. There was a gas station, a post office, a tech shop, which was a surprise, a bar that didn't look like it was open yet, a library, some mom and pop shops, clothing stores, a small grocery store, the police station where he'd be working, and the aged yet surprisingly clean looking diner he'd decided to check out. It was almost surreal.

Barry had never live anywhere but the city so the sleepy little town was a bit unsettling and nothing like he was used to. Suddenly his nerves hit him and he hit the brakes wondering if he could really do this, or if he should just turn around now and beg for his job back. He wasn't sure they'd give it back if he asked. He was pretty sure they wouldn't because he had given them exactly two weeks' notice and it had ruffled some feathers, which only escaladed his sudden mini panic attack.

He was just about to throw the car in reverse and high tail it home with his tail between his legs when the impatient reviving of a motorcycle engine yanked him out of his down spiral. He was just thanking god that he hadn't hit the gas therefore hitting whoever was behind him when the motorcycle's engine revved again before shooting around him and into the spot he had planned to pull into before he'd began his mini melt down.

Frustrated, angry, and upset about more than someone stealing his parking space Barry pressed down on his horn when the guy climbed off his bike, pulled of his helmet, and tucked it under his arm before starting to head around the side of the building without even sparing Barry a so much as a glance. Rude!

Barry immediately regretted his decision to express his discord when the man who was wearing a leather jack over what looked to be a white t-shirt, black riding boots, and a pair of faded jeans turned to glare at him. Barry was not a coward by any means, and the only reason he was a CSI and not an actual cop was because he was a bit clumsy and his flailing limbs got in the way, but he felt a strange chill run up his spine when the bikers piercing blue eyes met his.

For a split second he could do nothing but gape at the man, because in all his 26 years he'd never seen anyone so striking, but when the other man's lip curled into a cocky smirk he managed to narrow his eyes fast enough for it to be noted.

Not that it did anything aside from making the guys smirk widen, but he was sort of glad the last thing he saw of Barry was him expressing his displeasure at his unnecessary rudeness. It wasn't any kind of victory really, but it made him feel better for some reason.

The encounter with the mysterious man in the parking lot had not only pulled Barry out of his own head, but for some reason reminded him he was strong even though lately he felt like he was weak.

When Joe had accused him of running away and not fighting for what he wanted, he'd responded with what he was sure Joe's real problem was. He wanted Barry and Iris together as much as Barry wanted Barry and Iris together, and if Barry left there would be no 11th hour realization Joe so desperately hoped for. It wasn't Eddie really. It was that Eddie was not only a cop, but his partner.

Barry had thrown the words at Joe like a weapon, like he was insulted or something, but in truth it had come out that way because it had hit close to home. He had questioned more than once if this was him trying to do the right thing or running away from a difficult situation. It had nagged him and made him feel weak, but right now he didn't feel so weak for some reason.

Glaring at a rude biker wasn't exactly the bravest or smartest thing in the whole world, but he'd done it, and it made him feel better, so he would take it for now.

It would be a complete lie if he said his heart hadn't been pounding as he entered the diner immediately scanning for any sign of the gorgeous angry biker or that he hadn't relaxed considerably when he didn't find anyone meeting that description. He didn't find even a regular gorgeous biker let alone an angry one. He was filled with a strange mix of relief and disappointment as a rather beautiful somewhat older looking woman led him to a small booth in the far right corner of the small building.

He thanked her after she took his drink order and opened his menu, though he didn't really need to look at it. Diner's had mostly everything you could want no matter what time of day it was, which was one of the reason they were his favorite. The other was his mom had always had an affinity for them. She'd worked in one when she was younger and he remembered no matter where they were she always seemed to be able to find one. Trying the pie was a must too.

That's why Barry was here. To try the pie. His mom always insisted it could only be considered a good diner if they had good pie so it should be eaten first. Joe had always made him eat real food first, so out of habit he ordered a burger and fries, because without having tried the pie to determine the diner's quality it was a safe choice. He wasn't disappointed either. It was one of the best burgers he'd ever had let alone from a diner.

As he munched away Clarissa refilled his drink, and smiled at him. For the first time since Iris had gotten engaged he felt content. He just hoped his new roommate, or house mate was going to be okay. Barry could get along with almost anyone, but that didn't mean everyone got along with Barry. He never had any friends growing up outside of Iris, who while he thought she counted, most people didn't because she was his sister.

Barry wouldn't consider himself the best roommate in the world, but he certainly wasn't the worst. Sure, he was a little messy, but not dirty, and he liked to fall asleep with the T.V. on because he'd never really been fond of the dark, but all in all he kept pretty much to himself, so he didn't foresee any major problems. He'd actually been sort of excited if he was being honest.

Not that he knew a whole lot about the guy he'd be living with aside from his name, which was Leonard Snart, and that he'd decided to offer him a room when someone mentioned the new CSI couldn't find anywhere else to stay that would allow him to begin work when they needed him. So all in all Barry thought he was probably a pretty nice guy. From his e-mails he seemed pretty formal, but intelligent, so that was a plus.

By the time Clarissa had come back to collect his plate and recommend a special apple pie cheese cake, which was their bakers secret recipe, he was feeling more optimistic than he had in a long time. Aside from the rude biker everything here already seemed like it was going well.

Better than he'd hoped actually. His opinion of this sleepy little town only got higher when he took his first bite of Piecake, which is what he dubbed it when he couldn't remember what it was actually called.

It was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life. He actually sort of moaned when he took his first bite making Clarissa laugh before she told him she couldn't wait to tell their baker, because he wouldn't accept anyone he knew's word claiming they were biased. Barry nodded and smiled, because he'd taken another bite and it was rude to talk with your mouth full before she walked away leaving him to enjoy his own little piece of heaven.

Barry whined a little after he swallowed his last bite wondering if he should order another slice. Sweets were his weakness. He had a tendency to eat more than was normal for someone his size, but that was because he was a runner, or at least that's what he told everyone.

"Well, well, well," Barry froze at the sound of a deep male voice that sent a strange yet familiar shiver up his spine as he frowned down at his plate. "Haven't even touched you yet and I've already got you moaning and whining."

Heat rushed to Barry cheeks due to embarrassment and a little bit of anger mixed with irritation and something that oddly felt like excitement maybe? Somehow before he even looked up he knew when he did he was going to find his rude yet admittedly gorgeous biker smirking down at him.

"You stole my parking spot," Barry accused after a beat, forcing himself to look up, deciding to cling to the anger, because it was easiest, and he was suddenly a bit jumbled.

Normally when Barry was within a ten-foot radius of someone he found attractive he turned into the world's biggest goober and his voice didn't work properly. He was pretty proud of himself, even when the smirk on the other guys face widened when he noticed Barry's blush.

"Your name wasn't on it."

"I was getting ready to pull in," Barry countered when Rude Biker's smirk grew, though that wasn't exactly true.

"You slammed on your brakes in the middle of the parking lot, which, not safe by the way,"

Barry didn't appreciate getting safety lessons from someone that has sped around him so recklessly, but considering he'd almost turned him into a Rude Biker pancake during his mini melt down he didn't say that. He could not, however, suppress his indignant huff when the other man slid into the booth across from him, which the other man ignored it aside from a low chuckle.

"I heard you liked Lisa's Golden Caramel Apple Pie Cheesecake," the guy said after Barry didn't respond opting to just narrow his eyes to signal to the other man his presence was not welcome.

"Yes, I did," Barry's reply was a little clipped because he was having trouble keeping his eyes narrowed instead of openly gawking.

Amusement was sparkling in the piercing blue eyes he'd noticed even in the slightly dimly lit parking lot making them look all the more appealing. Striking had definitely been an understatement though. What he was looking at went beyond striking. Aside from amazingly symmetrical features the other man had a jaw line that sort of made Barry feel weak in the knees. Without the leather jacket Barry could see well-toned muscles bulging out from under his white t-shirt. If all of that wasn't enough of a distraction when the guy noticed Barry's eyes slid from his bulging biceps to his lips, which looked impossibly soft and oh so kissable, he chuckled before the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them in what Barry thought might be a teasing manner.

"Please, give her my compliments," Barry said quickly looking away when he'd realized he'd been caught. "It was very good."

He could feel his blush creeping all the way down his neck to his chest. Embarrassed didn't even begin to describe how he was feeling. Barry was used to making a fool of himself, but somehow this just felt worse. He just moved here, hell, he wasn't even moved here, and found the best thing he's ever put in his mouth, and after this he wasn't going to be able to come back.

"I prefer he, but thank you."

"What?" Barry's wide eyes found the other man's face. He wasn't shocked by the pronoun thing, to each their own, it didn't matter to him, but Rude Biker was also an amazing baker? Was he in the twilight zone? Finding a smile instead of a smirk made his heart flutter and him farther uncomfortable. The smirk was sexy, but the smile was something else. "You're the baker?"

"I am," Barry's flush deepened when it clicked he'd about already making him moan and whine. He knew the realization dawned on his face when the other man chuckled again. "Lisa is my baby sister. I created the recipe for her. It's her favorite."

"Well, that was nice of you, it's very good. You must really like her," Barry didn't give too much thought as to what he was saying, feeling torn between wanting to escape and never leaving when his comment elicited another rumbling chuckle.

The shrill ringing of his cell phone startled him earning him another what he thought was a genuine smile. A bit sheepishly though sort of relieved by the interruption he fished his phone out of his pocket.

"My sister," Barry said holding up the phone as though maybe the guy didn't hear it ringing before unlocking the screen to answer it.

He knew it was a bit rude, but he was squirming under the other man's gaze.

Barry thought he saw a small frown, which was more of just a twitch of the other man's lips before he was sure he imagined it, because suddenly the cocky smirk was back and with a nod the other man got to his feet and walked back towards what Barry assumed was the kitchen door. His heart sank a little as he watched him go, feeling somehow a little bit hallow. Only when Iris called his name for the fourth time did he realize he was frowning at the swinging door his Rude Biker disappeared through.

This place was going to either be heaven or hell, and Barry was afraid that with his luck it was going to be later.