Disclaimer:

I do not own The Flash, CW or DC, and anything related to the short. This is just a fanfiction, and I decided to do a SnowBarry, cuz why the heck not?

Also, parts in the story will be lemons, either full chapters or parts of a chapter, but chapter 1 is lemon-free.

Note: This fanfiction is set around six months after the defeat of Clifford DeVoe, and the villain in MY version of season 5 (we don't know who it is yet in the actual CW) is currently Godspeed, also known as August Heart. This would be set around mid-season, and this one would be pretty dark like season 2, with Godspeed's personality and motives very similar to Zoom's. Reviews will be appreciated. Thanks and enjoy.

Here we go:

PROLOGUE:

Central City. The place where the streets were always busy, and where cars shot past. People walked hurriedly in and out of buildings, working their day jobs and going on with their lives. But not tonight. Not for a couple of nights, actually. Not since he showed up. Since Godspeed, only chaos walked the streets of the home of the Flash - or should I say only chaos ran through the streets of Central City. It had started around one and a half to two years ago. When the storm had struck.

Central City - the night Savitar was defeated, when a prisoner in the speedforce was non-existent. Team Flash had been celebrating the defeat of Barry's evil counterpart, the defeat of 'The Future Flash,' celebrating Iris' s survival, but mourning HR's sacrifice.(Going back to season 3 here, pretty much summing up the end of 3x23). Without an occupant in the prison, the speedforce was unstable, causing a storm of multi-coloured lightning to rain down upon Central City, where Team Flash had reluctantly let Barry sacrifice himself to the speedforce to protect his friends, family, Central City, and his beloved Iris.They thought that was it, until they broke him out in early season 4. But, the team was oblivious to the fact that the speedforce storm had chosen it's victims, granting them their powers. The lightning choose the next set of speedsters. Among them was August Heart, a colleague of Barry's in the CCPD, who wanted to lock up the criminals that killed their brother, but were let free due to the evidence being destroyed after Barry and his lab was struck by lightning. (My origin of Godspeed will, of course, be different from the canon version, but not too different). For every one of the new speedsters, their powers began to emerge at different times, mostly in my season 5, some locked up by Team Flash, others used their new found speed for good, aiding Barry at times. It was only natural August went to hunt down his brother's murderers, killing them in a fit of rage. His power went to his head, and he wanted to be like Flash, but became an anti-hero, to super-villain, consumed with rage for being rejected by Team Flash for his murderous ways. Heck, he even had his own costume now. Similar to Barry's, but completely white, with golden accents and lightning. His mouth was hidden behind his full-face mask, with golden eyepieces and golden lightning. His armour was metallic in a way, with golden plates over his shoulders, and his earpiece was a huge golden lightning bolt, which ran down his jawline. The lightning on his chest was a large golden "z" sort of shape, which went across his chest. He really wanted to show off his speed. Anyway, he found a power no other speedster had before. The ability to drain the speedforce out of speedsters. No, not like Zoom, with an injection and a vial to contain it, but physically rob them of their speed, by out-racing them. The fastest took the speed. This was because the speedforce had been split up into different humans too much after the storm, and needed to get back together. By now, all other victims of the storm had their speed robbed, and are either dead, or severely injured. And the title of 'fastest man alive' belongs to Godspeed.And he was just biding his time. He knew he was the fastest. He knew Barry was the Flash. An easy target. But he didn't want the fun to end just yet.

CHAPTER 1:

Another night out scouting for Godspeed, which one again failed. Another night training with Wally in the speed lab, trying to raise both of their speeds. With frustration, Barry speed-slams his fist into a the wall, busting the material into pieces and coating his knuckles in blood from behind his red gloves.

"DAMMIT!" he yelled, "WE'RE NEVER GOING TO CATCH UP TO HIS SPEED, WALLY, WE'RE SITTING DUCKS WHILE HE'S OUT THERE, HIDING, AND HUNTING EVERY SPEEDSTER, AND KILLING INNOCENTS, AND... DAMMIT!"

Wally was not surprised by Barry's behaviour, and even agreed to a point, but he knew they had to keep their composure if they wanted to focus.

"Barry, calm down-"

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?""Barry, listen," Wally put a hand on his shoulder, "Look, I know you're having complications in your marriage with Iris, but you can't let that cloud your better judgement. You need to rest. We've been stuck in the lab for over six hours, with non-stop training. Come on man, you need to rest. I know that his death broke us all but... Barry, come on. " Wally suppressed a tear.

Barry's turned around suddenly, and began to give a death stare into Wally's eyes.

"Fine, if you want to leave, then go. I'm not stopping you. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get faster. With, or without you." Barry coldly whispered in his anger. Wally remorsefully bit his lower lip, but with a 'WHOOSH' and a cold blast of air, he vanished out of sight, as Barry stood staring at the place he was in a moment ago, with a frown, and coldness in his unblinking eyes. Then, Barry also left the speed lab, but for a different reason.

-Barry and Iris's House-

WHOOSH. A gust of air had hit the back of her neck, as Iris had stayed up all night, worrying for her husband, with ticks of frustration.

"Iris... You're still awake?" Barry lightly speaking, inches away from her back. She turned around, as Barry had noticed crystal tears streaming down Iris' s face, and red, puffy eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Barry spoke, suddenly in a more serious tone. With a couple of sniffles, she dried her face, wiping away her tears. As Barry stepped closer to hold her, she took two steps back, until she finally spoke.

"I can't do this anymore, Barry."

"Do what?"

"Us..." she spoke quietly, Barry intrigued and confused.

"What do you mean, us?" he replied.

"Ever since Dad... ever since he died... After Godspeed killed him, you've been distancing yourself from me. You've been staying up night after night, not bothering to come home unless you need to take a shower, or get a quick bite to eat, or something to drink as you woosh past. Yes, Barry. I know. You thought I was asleep but I was up only to hear seconds of your whooshing, then to be left in silence. Not even coming by to say hello, or asking how I am, or even a quick kiss. You don't even touch me anymore. You're not the Bartholomew Henry Allen I know and love. You're not the Bartholomew Henry Allen that put a ring on this finger."

"Iris, I-" he replied, shocked.

She had only cut him off to finish what she started.

"Don't say you're sorry, Barry. I know you are," tears began to seep from her eyes, "But... we're done." She slid the ring off her finger and placed it into Barry's hands, then making him ball a fist to hold it in. Fully crying openly, she handed him papers already filled out. Divorce papers. Divorce papers? Barry thought.

"Iris, what... what is this? Come on?" his voice began to crack.

"Barry, please. Get it over with," her face buried in her hands. Reluctantly, Barry picked up the pen from the table across and signed. Slowly. He felt his world collapse around him. As soon as he was done, he put the papers down onto the table next to Iris, Barry trying not to break down. Did that really just happen? He whooshed around the house to collect his belongings, and packed his bags, sliding off his marriage ring and placing it next to Iris.

"I can't stay here. Not after tonight." Not that Barry was going to stay there that night anyway. Iris paid no attention as he sped out of their house in a flash.

He ran for what felt like hours to him, when it had only been three minutes outside of flash time. He ran and ran and ran. He found himself outside of Joe's house, still restricted by the yellow police tape. His eyes hung in the spot where he witnessed his death.

"August, don't do this, please, I'm begging you!" Barry yelled, with Godspeed restraining Joe, and holding up a vibrating hand. It was all deja vu to Barry. Like when Zoom had killed his biological father."It's me you want! Not him! Let him go! Take me!" Barry yelled, eyes tearing up."You're weak, Allen. You rejected me. I tried to help. I wanted to help. But you broke me from the inside out. Now it's time to break you." Godspeed stated."Barry, look at me. Central City needs you. Iris needs you. They all do. Don't sacrifice yourself for me! Protect them!" Joe said. Rage and sadness built up in Barry as he saw the vibrating hand phase through a man's chest. Joe's chest. His father's chest. "Barry, B- Barry, my son, I love you, stay - stay strong." A lifeless Joe crumpled to the ground as a pleased August sped off. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Barry roared, speeding to Joe's lifeless body, picking him up in his arms, crying with sadness and fury.

Barry had shed a tear in front of the building in which he witnessed both of his fathers' deaths. He sped off into the night. (I forgot to mention he wasn't wearing his flash suit here)He found himself outside of Cisco's place, and was about to knock, when he remembered how Cisco was with Gypsy on her earth, on their honeymoon after their marriage. Now, he could just phase through. It was his friend's place after all. But who else would be in there? He didn't need distance from anyone now. He needed company. The only place left to go was Caitlin's apartment. He had no idea where Wally had rushed off to. Most likely Keystone. Dissmissing the thought, and guilt from his earlier venting, he flashed off into the cool air of the night, and stopped outside Caitlin's apartment. Miraculously, his clothes did not catch on fire the whole time he ran. With hope, he pushed the doorbell, and waited.

-Caitlin's Apartment-

The door slowly opened up, with Barry coming face-to-face with an obviously tired Caitlin Snow. She yawned, after blinking her blurry eyes.

"Barry?..."

"Hi, Cait. Sorry if I woke you... it's just... I needed to talk to someone... and I need a place to stay for the night."

"No, it's fine, really, come in... what's the matter?" she curiously asked.

"Here, sit down," she lightly spoke. They sat on the couch, and she offered Barry some water, gratefully accepting it.

"So. What's wrong? And what did you mean you needed a place to stay? Not that I mind you being here," she spoke, innocently. Barry could hear the curiosity and worry in her voice.

"It's Iris. And me." she did not reply, but Barry saw in her chocolaty eyes she meant for him to continue.

"We... well... we got divorced. Like 20 minutes ago. It happened so fast, and..."

"Barry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I had no idea."

He could see that she was sorry; he always took notice of the little things about every one of his friends. It was in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile. "It's alright, you didn't know. I left the house... Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"

She got closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closely into a deep hug, Barry returning the embrace.

"Not at all, Barry."

"Thanks, Cait."

He stayed the night. He told Caitlin all the details and reasons to the divorce, until they decided it was time to sleep. Caitlin pleaded Barry to sleep on the bed and her the couch, but being as stubborn and kind as he is, it was the opposite. Caitlin had brought him a blanket, and they both wished each other goodnight.

So, that just happened, Caitlin thought, he and Iris are now legally not together anymore, and I just let him stay the night in my apartment. She felt herself blush. Well, you've got to start somewhere. What Barry didn't know was that Caitlin didn't ONLY do this out the kindness of her heart, but she also liked him. Alot. Yes, that kind of like. The one with fantasies, physical touching and all. The one with teenage cuddles and makeout sessions. The one with dating and, well, it's called a lemon on here. You get the point. She loved him. She wanted him. And now she had a chance.