A/N: So, I really should be updating my other works, but I've had this sitting on my laptop for over a year now. It was originally a one-shot but I'm thinking of continuing it. Since my mind never seems to focus on one storyline/idea anyway. For now it'll be labeled as Continued.
In regards to DC's The Flash, I don't own anything. But if I did there would have been more SnowBarry in seasons one and two (I haven't seen all of season three yet).
This story takes place in the middle of Season One Episode Twelve Crazy For You. I have watched this episode so many times and it just didn't seem right. I felt like there should've been more dialogue Between Barry and Caitlin. So, this is my take on what happened after the club scene. Caitlin's backstory is a little different since all we've ever heard her mention is her mother.
"It'll all be over soon, Cait." Barry winced as the sounds of retching filled the desolate parking lot.
The darkness of the night was a comfort, save for the few eerily lit street lamps littered along the perimeter of the rundown club. The strong stench of alcohol mixed with stomach acid created a churning response from the speedster's stomach. After a few minutes, the noises stopped.
"I want to go home." The brunette woman choked out, barely, before another wave of nausea had her throwing up the alcohol in her system again.
"I know." Barry swallowed, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her black lacy covered back. His other held her curled hair away from her face. "Once you stop, I can flash you home." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I think I'm done." She burped behind her hand.
"You sure?"
"Mhmm hmmm."
"Okay. But if you need me to stop, tell me, okay?" Caitlin nodded slowly. "Okay. I'm gonna lift you up now, okay?"
"Okay." He carefully swooped her up in his arms, holding her bridal style to his chest.
"You ready?" She nodded slowly again. "Okay."
Barry began running. Caitlin closed her eyes then buried her head into the black material of his jacket. The world around her was beginning to blur into a swirl of unrecognizable colors.
"Almost there." However, Barry's voice did nothing to soothe her intoxicated state. He didn't speak again until he was up the staircase of her apartment building. "Okay. We are on your floor. What door is yours again?" His eyes scanned the hallway while he eased her onto her feet.
"That one." Caitlin stumbled forward as her arm shot out to point at her particular door. His arm reflexively caught her waist and he jerked her back into a standing position.
"Okay. Let's get you home." He helped her walk to her door.
"Are we still running?" Caitlin burped again, using her hand to cover her mouth.
"No. I need your keys, Cait."
"They're right here." She held up her clutch. He plucked it out of her grasp and, with lightning speed, quickly found her keys then used them to unlock her front door. He opened the door. "Are we there yet?"
"Yes. We are here."
"Oh good." Caitlin began walking through her living room area. Barry's eyes wandered around the large space.
A cream colored couch took up a majority of the middle, with a nice floral accent rug placed underneath the glass coffee table in front of a medium sized entertainment center. A medium sized flat screen television rested on the top; a few closed DVD cases rested beside it. He followed her through the living room where she turned right, a small hallway meeting them. A few art pieces were hung on the walls.
"Vodka and superspeed. Not a good combination." He heard her mutter under her breath while she shook her head. She opened a mahogany wooden door and his eyes widened. SHe led him straight into her bedroom. She flipped the light switch and he sucked in a sharp surprised breath.
The light tan walls were lit with a few table lamps. A cream colored dresser was on his left and a matching vanity was diagonal on his right. Her queen-sized bed took up the whole middle portion of the room. In the corner sat a small matching cream colored chair. On the left of her bed was another door-probably a closet-and a second door was kitty-corner to the cream colored chair-a bathroom.
"Woah." He let the word fall out of his mouth, shocked. The room was so...girly.
"Are you gonna call her?" Caitlin's voice slurred and he turned his gaze onto her, noticing she was sitting on the edge of the bed and, in the midst of taking off her shoes, staring at him with a curious expression.
"Who?"
"That girl. The one who gave you her number." Caitlin tossed the high heeled shoe on the floor over by her vanity. She began taking off the other one.
"Oh, uh...I haven't really thought about it." Barry scratched the back of his neck with his fingers.
"Yes you have. You little liar, you." Caitlin took the high heeled shoe and pointed the heel at Barry, using the heel portion to accentuate her statement. "But I know you." She stated accusingly. "I know you, Barry Allen. I know you. And you wo-won't." She hiccupped, tossing the shoe to rest near the other one. "You." Her arms raised to reach for the zipper of her dress behind her. "You think you don't deserve happiness." Barry's eyes widened as she dragged the sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing her black lacy bra. He quickly turned around before he could stare at her. "But what you don't realize is-is you need a little...saving...too." She huffed. "A little help please."
"Caitlin, I don't think-"
"You are the Flash. You. You help people. I am a people. I need help." He sighed before he spun on his heel to face her. Her black dress hung around her hips and her arms were tangled in the tight sleeves, leaving her bra exposed for him to see. "Now, a little help. Please." She said with a frustrated pout.
"Wha-oh, uh, yeah." He shook his head quickly before his eyes scanned the room for a pair of pajamas. Luckily, a folded set resided on the dresser. He used his superspeed to change her, leaving the dress nicely folded in the spot where her pajamas were.
"There you go again. Saving people. You saved me from that evil dress. Did you hear that, evil dress? You are no match for the Flash." A chuckle escaped Barry, his surprise at Caitlin's words more than enough to render him amused.
"C'mon. Let's get you to bed." He took her by the elbow, gently, then pulled back the sheets on the bed.
"Did you sneak a peek? At my goods." The breath escaped his lungs at her question, though the burning sensation in his cheeks vanished as quickly as it had happened. She whirled around to face him, her pointer finger dangerously close to sliding up his nose if he wasn't careful. He used his hand to lightly grip her wrist and tug her finger away from causing any more embarrassment to the both of them.
"I wouldn't be much of a hero if I did. So, no. I didn't." He helped her lie down under the covers.
"But it's okay if you did. You deserve a peek for all the good stuff you do. Like saving me from that evil dress." Her nose scrunched up as a look of disgust clouded her drunken features.
"Okay, Caitlin. Time for sleep." He covered her with the blankets.
"Barry." She gazed up at him with her doe brown eyes.
"Yeah?" He met her eyes, her vulnerability something he wasn't used to.
"Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?" Her voice sounded small, fragile.
"Yeah, sure, Cait. Of course." He sat down on the edge of her bed.
"No." She shook her head. "Lay right next to me."
"Caitlin-"
"Please, Barry? Please? I don't want to be alone tonight." The desperate pleading look adorning her features had him swallowing before sighing.
"Okay." He nodded. "But only until you fall asleep though." Caitlin nodded with a small smile. Her eyes followed him as he walked around the length of the bed. He sat down beside her, on top of the thick comforter. She rolled over to face him. His hands were folded and laying on his chest. He made sure to keep his eyes focused on her cream-colored wall.
"Barry? Can I ask you something?"
"What is it, Cait?"
"Why did you lie to me?" His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"What?"
"On stage. You said you can't sing. But you can. Why did you lie to me?" Barry licked his lips before answering her question.
"I think you should sleep." He said in a soft tone.
"Is it because of Iris? That you know that song?" She pressed on.
"Yeah."
"Oh." Caitlin nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. For now.
She was quiet for awhile. It was only when Barry moved his eyes from her bedroom wall that he realized she was still awake. Her eyes moved to meet his.
"Barry?" She asked, somewhat tentatively.
"What?"
"What was your mother like?"
"My-my mother?" His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion once again. Caitlin's eyes widened and she immediately tried to backtrack her question.
"You don't have to talk about her...if you don't want to."
"No." He swallowed, trying to find the right words. "No, it's...it's okay. She um...she was...she was amazing. She was the nicest person. She knew how to cook, and bake, and she'd always support me no matter what. Even when I'd get into fights, I'd come home and she'd shake her head and scold me. But she knew I always fought for what I believed in. And she believed in me. She didn't work, so she'd pick me up from school everyday, and she'd ask me what I did-if I won any awards or if I liked the lunch she made me. And if I'd have a bad day, she'd read me my favorite book. Her favorite flowers were lilies, and our favorite movie to watch was Jurassic Park. And she-she used to take me to the museum once a month. Just to look at the dinosaur display. When I was younger I wanted to be a paleontologist. I wanted to go on excavations and dig up the bones of dinosaurs." He glanced down, only to see her looking up at him with half-open doe brown eyes.
"I think that's amazing. Your mother sounds like an amazing woman."
"She was." Barry swallowed before speaking again. "What was your mom like?" An unreadable expression spread across Caitlin's features.
"Terrible. She was this cold, cold-hearted monster. Ever since my dad left us, she shut everyone out. She was mean, and strict and...once I graduated from high school I left. I went to college far far away from her. We never spoke after that. When I was twenty-three, I got a call that my mom...she died from alcohol poisoning. I guess it's for the best, really, that by that time I had Ronnie. He helped me know I wasn't going to be completely alone." She sighed softly. "But now I have you and Cisco to keep me from losing my sanity. So, thank you."
"How old were you...when your dad left?"
"I was six. He just...he just told my mom he couldn't be with her anymore. He packed up everything he wanted and left. He was there one night and gone the next morning." He sucked in a sharp breath of air.
"I'm so sorry, Caitlin."
"It's fine." She let out a yawn, covered by her hand. "You remind me so much of Ronnie sometimes. But I know you aren't him. It's just...sometimes I think a part of him is in you. That even though he's dead, a part of him will always be with me as long as you're here."
"What was Ronnie like? I mean, you say I remind you of him but I've never met him."
"He...he was kind. He always knew how to cheer anyone up. He was smart and funny and he loved the color red." Her eyes dropped to her hands. "He sacrificed himself for everyone. When he locked himself in the...in the chamber I think a part of me knew he was never coming back. But that was just him. He didn't mean to be a hero, but that's what he was. It was just his nature to try and help anyone in trouble. And he...he did." She yawned and her eyes began to close.
"You can always talk to me, Caitlin."
"Mhmm...you can talk to me too, Barry Allen." She yawned again.
"Go to sleep, Caitlin."
"'M'kay. G'night Mr. Allen."
"Goodnight, Dr. Snow."