I rub at my temple again…the persistent headache not going away. "Hey, you okay?" My wonderfully observant boyfriend, Barry Allen, asks quietly.

I nod my head. Barry raises an eyebrow at me, not believing me. "I promise you, I'm fine Barry,"

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Felicity Smoak asks coyly. My head snaps up and looks at her across the table. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," I say before Barry can answer her. "Just Barry being unnecessarily over-protective."

"That I can understand," she says with a smile as she reaches over and pats her boyfriend's, Oliver Queen, arm. Oliver responds to her by nodding his head and giving her a tight smile. I really liked Felicity…Oliver wasn't so bad either. Both of them just happened to be in town and Barry had insisted we all have dinner together so I could meet his friends before they went back to Star City. A little bit later, Felicity and I were both standing at the doorway, waiting on the men while they paid for dinner. "I'm really glad Barry found you." Felicity says suddenly. I turn my head sharply to look at her. "Oh my gosh did I say that out loud?" she says, her eyes widening.

"You did," I say with a chuckle. "But it's okay. Barry has talked very highly of you. So I'm glad I seem to be on your good side." Felicity nods her head as we both look over at Barry and Oliver who were both now walking towards us. "And what is it they say about opposites attracting?" We weren't really that opposite, just in our career fields. I was a history person whereas Barry was a science person.

"Well, that oppositeness helped us on our last case, so I am not complaining," Barry says as he comes up to us and wraps an arm around my waist.

"I hardly helped," I say. "I just gave you some information on a Egyptian Priestess. Not quite a crack detective for the CCPD."

"I'm sure the help was appreciated, none the less," Oliver says. "It was a pleasure meeting you Elizabeth. We have a jet we need to catch though."

We all tell each other good-bye, Felicity shocking me briefly by giving me a hug. As they walk down the sidewalk, we walk the other way. "I had a really good time." I say as Barry's fingers intertwine with mine. "I definitely agree that we should take them up on their offer to visit Star City."

As Barry starts to say something, I let out a wince of pain as my headache reaches full-on migraine level. "Hey, okay, no brushing this off this time." Barry says as we both come to a stop. "What's wrong?"

"I just-" I shake my head, my vision starting to go fuzzy. "I'm getting a migraine. I haven't gotten one in a really long time-"

"Let's get you home then," Barry says, a slight urgency to his voice. I vaguely nod my head as Barry's arm wraps around my waist and he all but leads me home.

I hadn't told Barry all of it though. It wasn't just a migraine coming on…I had been having these strange dreams. They were actually more like nightmares…of being burned alive. But it wasn't just of being burned alive, it was like a force of energy coming through the windows of the museum I worked at, instantaneously burning me alive. It was so realistic too, I was having daydreams of it as well. Once we get back to my apartment, Barry helps me change into some nightclothes, the migraine now basically rendering me useless. "Is there anything I can get you?" Barry asks in a whisper. "Is there any medicine that you-"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "I've never had one this bad. I wouldn't even know what to take." As I tell him that, it pops in my head who would know what to do for me. I pull the pillow out from under my head and place it on top of my head, trying to block out some more light and sound. "Get my phone and call Caitlyn Snow."

"Caitlyn-"

"She's a friend of mine who's a doctor," I tell him. "Call her, tell her what is wrong with me, ask her what to do." Caitlyn and I had been roommates in college. When I had moved to Central City a few months ago, we had reconnected, occasionally meeting up for coffee.

I vaguely hear Barry talking on the phone to Caitlyn. A minute later, I feel him sit on the bed next to me, a hand gently resting on my hip. "Hey, she's going to bring over some medicine for you." I mumble something that was supposed to come out as 'thank you'. "I'm going to get you a glass of water. She said to make sure you keep hydrated." I nod my head, giving Barry a weak thumbs up as I feel him stand up from the bed.


-Barry's POV-

I opens the door after hearing Caitlyn knocking at the door. "Where is she?" Caitlyn asks in a whisper as I shut the door behind her. Elizabeth had no clue I actually knew Caitlyn. I knew the two women knew each other, but it was still a shock when she asked me to call her.

"She's in her room…asleep I think," I say. "She…this migraine just hit her really fast. I'm really worried about her Cait."

"I know Barry," she says, giving me a small smile. "I'll take care of her. Don't worry." I nod my head as she walks back towards Elizabeth's room.


-Elizabeth's POV-

"Elizabeth?" I hear Caitlyn's soft voice whisper. I groan in response. "Good, you're still conscious. I brought some stuff to make you feel better." I groan in response again. "I'm also just going to check your vitals, okay?" All she gets in response is another groan. I do let out a yelp of pain when I feel an i.v. suddenly go into my arm. "Sorry, you need to stay hydrated though. I also put a piggyback on it with some medicine that'll help."

"At least you've gotten better at doing those since college," I say weakly. I had a couple scars on my arms from when I had been Caitlyn's human pincushion, letting her practice i.v.'s on me.

"That's a plus," Caitlyn says. "There's nothing else going on is there? You know as your doctor you have to tell me…"

"Do really weird dreams count?" I say, dragging the pillow off my head. I was already feeling better; whatever she had given me was already working it's magic. I tell her about the weird vision-dreams I had been having. "And now you probably think I'm one hundred percent certifiable."

"No, no, not at all," Caitlyn says. "Sometimes migraines can exacerbate hallucinations. So it's explainable."

"See, that's why I'm friends with scientific people…" I say, trying but failing to open my eyes. "So you all can know this stuff so I don't have to."

A couple minutes later Caitlyn finishes up. "All done, everything looks good. This medicine should help, but if it doesn't, I may have to run further tests. For now, just get some rest." I nod my head at her as I roll over in the bed, careful not to disturb the i.v. still in my arm.


-Barry's POV-

"Hey, how is she?" I ask Caitlyn as she comes out of Elizabeth's room.

"She'll be fine," Caitlyn answers. "She was acting like she might be feeling better already." I catch the little tick she gets when she has something she wants to say…but isn't sure how to say it. "There was something else she mentioned…"

"What was it?" I ask. Caitlyn tells me about the dreams Elizabeth had been having. Instantly dread fills me and Caitlyn notices, asking me what was wrong. "Those dreams—visions she's having…they really happened…"