Eli Stone and The Flash don't belong to me
Living Brave
"It's done."
Maggie Stone looked at her husband. Eli was staring at the TV in shock and anger. "I can't believe it."
Maggie touched his shoulder soothingly. "I'm sorry, hon."
"How could he let this happen?"
"He had no choice," Maggie said.
"Of course he had a choice. He could have told them that he was the Flash."
"He was trying to protect his family," Maggie reminded him, "you saw the future where he told them, and it wasn't so pretty."
"That was only one possibility," Eli argued, "there were at least three other possible outcomes. I shouldn't never have listened to my father."
"It's probably Annie's fault then," Maggie said, "if she hadn't had that cold you could have gone to Central City."
"Of course it isn't Annie's fault," Eli said, Annie was their three-month old daughter, "its Dad's for showing me visions that I can't do anything about."
"Your father isn't the one who shows you the visions," Maggie reminded him.
"I know," Eli huffed, "but it's easier to blame my father."
"Poor Iris," Maggie sighed, "I can't imagine what she must be going through."
"That's it," Eli switched off the TV. "We're going to Central City. I've put it off long enough; I should have gone over that business with Eobard Thawne."
Maggie didn't bother to remind him why he hadn't been able to go, it would only add to his distress. Instead she asked, "Aren't you meeting with the Robinsons today?"
"Keith will take care of it," Eli replied. "We're going to Central City."
000
Iris West-Allen stood across the street from their apartment. She didn't know if she could make herself go up the stairs to their home. Joe had tried to talk her into going home with him but she'd refused, she wanted, no needed to be alone. And she would be fine. They would figure out a way to get Barry out and defeat Devoe. They would. Taking a long look at the apartment block, Iris turned around and decided to walk to Jitters.
000
"I'm so sorry about Barry."
Iris looked up at the petite brown-haired woman standing next to her table and nodded. Of course; everybody knew who she was. She should have stayed at home.
"I'm sorry," the woman said again, "I shouldn't have said anything but you look so unhappy."
"Yeah," Iris agreed.
"I'm Maggie, Maggie Stone," the woman introduced herself. "And that is my husband Eli," she pointed at man who was entering the café carrying a baby, "and Annie, our daughter."
"Iris West-Allen, but you already know that," she forced a smile, "wife of Barry Allen, the convicted killer."
"He's not a killer," Maggie told her.
"I know," tears that she had been holding back, began to flow down her cheeks, "how could anybody think that he is capable of murder?"
'I'm sorry," Maggie pulled Iris in for a hug, "so sorry about this."
000
