IMPORTANT NOTE: In this fic Leonard Snart is a reformed criminal and isn't Captain Cold… Yet. You'll learn about that if you choose to keep reading. I don't know how interesting or good I've managed to make this chapter, but the plot has been in my head for days and I had to get it out. This is obvious and AU and has many many differences from The Flash, but will have many similarities as well. You'll just have to read now, won't you? Also, does anyone know how old Barey was in season one? i cant remember his exact age.

*ColdFlash*

Barry hated the mall, but he loved seeing the wide smile that Iris had. He had also been antsy to get out of S.T.A.R Labs. After waking from his coma Dr. Wells and Caitlin Snow had confined Barry to the labs for almost two months in order to study his new abilities. Cisco Ramon had been on Barry's side and tried to convince the other two scientists to let him go. When that didn't work Cisco managed to convince them to let his family visit as often as possible, though they weren't told about Barry's new found speed. It was great for awhile, having no responsibilities and being able to play games or watch movies with Cisco, but it got boring quickly.

Running was now embedded into his DNA, and he wanted nothing more to feel the wind in his hair. He hadn't been able to do that at S.T.A.R Labs, and he still hadn't gotten the chance. This was his first outing after all, and Iris had insisted that they spend time together.

She had dragged him to the mall, insisting on him seeing the barber and fixing his hair that had grown far too long and getting him something comfortable to wear other than the S.T.A.R Labs sweats.

"Why did we come on a Saturday?" Barry groaned out as he weaved through the crowd to keep up with his foster sister.

The mall was filled to the brim with people, and it made Barry anxious. He had been in a coma for almost exactly a year, and then he had been isolated for two months. Needless to say he was nervous around this many people and the way some of them kept glancing at him made it worse. Not that Barry could blame them. He probably looked like he was homeless with his unkempt hair falling to his shoulders, and a beard growing in unevenly. He should have shaved before letting Iris drag him around.

"Because you have work on Monday, and there's no way anyone would let you on a crime scene looking like that. They'd probably confuse you with a criminal."

Barry rolled his eyes and huffed at the woman's back. He was about to respond when he saw her. A beautiful little girl was sprawled out on the floor to their right, covered in ice cream and crying silently. She looked five or six, certainly not old enough to be in the crowded mall alone.

"Iris!"

The woman turned to glare at Barry for being too slow, but her face softened when he motioned towards the little girl. His sister got the message and they both headed towards her. The speedster got to the child first, and crouched down before speaking.

"Hey there, I'm Barry. Are you okay?" He almost whispered.

The child quickly scrambled to at least sit up and stared at him, with wide, scared eyes. Seeing her eyes up close took his breath away. They were a beautiful icy blue that seemed to pull him in, making him want to help her even more.

"Daddy said not to talk to strangers." She whimpered out, backing away from Barry.

"Where's your daddy? Are you here with him?"

She nodded her head, more tears rolling down her face. He wanted to wipe the tear trails off of her freckled cheeks, but he didn't want to scare her more than she already was.

"Lost daddy after we got ice cream, then I tripped. My leg hurts!" She wailed out.

By that time Iris had managed to fight her way through the crowd and kneeled down next to Barry.

"This is my sister Iris," Barry explained when the girl turned her frightened gaze to the woman. "If your leg hurts too much to walk I could carry you to a bench. It's dangerous on the floor, someone could step on you by accident."

The child stared at him intensely for several minutes before suddenly launching herself at Barry. Thankfully he was able to catch her and stood slowly, Iris following his lead.

"I'll run and buy some bandages in case there's something wrong with her leg."

Iris left the moment the words left her mouth, and the speedster had to fight his way through the crowd with the distressed girl. The benches were in the middle of the wide walkway, effectively separating the two different sides of the mall. When he managed to get to an empty bench he tried to put the girl down, but she clung to him tighter.

"I need you to let go, little one. I can't look at your leg like this."

He heard the girl whimper and shake her head. Barry pet her red hair with a sigh.

"How about I buy you a new ice cream after you let me look at your leg?"

The promise of ice cream convinced the small child, who finally released Barry's neck. He placed her on the metal bunch and kneeled in front of her. He rolled up the white leggings she wore under her pale pink dress, and winced. It wasn't her leg that was injured, but her ankle. It looked red and swollen. He slipped off her sneaker and sock to get a better look, pressing down ever so slightly. The little girl cried out and tugged her foot away.

"I'm sorry little one. We're going to have to wrap this when Iris gets back."

"I get ice cream now, right?"

Barry couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his lips when he looked up at the girl's big excited eyes. He nodded his head and leaned up to brush her tear stains away.

"Of course. Vanilla, I'm guessing?"

She gasped in amazement and nodded. The child didn't seem to realize that her dress and Barry's hoodie were covered in the white ice cream. Barry chuckled again and pulled out his phone to text Iris about the ice cream. The little girl would be so excited when Iris came back with it.

"Now then, why don't you tell me your name and about your daddy so I can look for him?"

He pulled off the dirty hoodie and used the clean sleeve to get as much ice cream off of the child's dress as he could. The sweater would need to be washed anyway.

"I'm Isabelle, and daddy is the bestest person in the whole wide world!" The girl squealed out in excitement. "He has short hair and pretty eyes and he loves me the most!"

He really should have expected that description from a child. There was no way he was going to be able to find her dad without more information though.

"What color is his hair Isabelle?"

Red. Please have red hair like her so you're easy to spot.

"Gray and black."

Damn it.

"Is he bigger or smaller than me?"

Isabelle stared at Barry for a few seconds, scrunching her nose as she thought.

"I dunno."

"What color are his eyes?"

"Blue!"

Barry felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. He smiled up at Iris who handed him a roll of ace bandage.

"Can you stop interrogating her long enough for her to eat this?" Iris asked with a laugh as she handed Isabelle a small cup of vanilla ice cream.

"I think I can manage that."

Barry was grateful that Iris had gotten the ice cream before coming back. Isabelle had squealed and started digging in as soon as the cold treat was in her hand. She would need the distraction while he wrapped her ankle if it hurt when he just barely touched it. It worked for the most part, Isabelle only flinched away a few times, and in only a few minutes he was able to roll down Isabelle's pant leg.

"What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?" A voice roared out.

Suddenly Barry was shoved back, landing painfully on his elbows in an attempt to keep his head from slamming against the ground. He heard Isabelle shout "Daddy" and he managed to look up at the man.

If Isabelle's eyes were breathtaking, this man's eyes were absolutely deadly.