Author's Note: Hi! While I take a brief respite from Snowbarry: Season 1 (oh stop complaining, I just updated), I decided to write this. But first I have a bit of a backstory:
I didn't actually like this song at first. Then I saw the you-tube video by Lynnix (check it out, it's really cool), and then every time I heard the song I thought of Barry and Caitlin. It inspired me so much that I decided to write a song!fic with it, while listening to the song the whole time, of course :)
Unfortunately, posting song lyrics on this site is illegal, so you are going to have to look them up yourself. Or watch Lynnix's video. Or listen to the song. Whatever works. Enjoy!
When Barry met Caitlin, it was like he had woken up for the first time.
Granted, he had. He had been in a coma for 9 months, and the first thing he saw was her face, red-brown curls spilling over her shoulder. Then she had shined a light in his eyes and it had taken him a moment to clear the spots away. But that first look was enough.
The feeling in his chest had started the night they went to that bar together. She had drank way too much, and he had held her hair back as she threw up in the parking lot. Then he took her home, and a whole new level of their relationship had started.
She had wanted him to stay with her, and for a moment Barry saw a vulnerable little girl, afraid of the dark and of losing the people she loved. So he sat down next to her and told her to go to sleep, and that he was stay with her until she did. And he kept his word.
When he left her apartment that night, Barry had leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering goodnight into her ear.
They had talked next day, a conversation that held so much more meaning then the simple words they were actually saying. They had spoken about moving on, and when Caitlin glanced over her shoulder to wave goodbye to him, he had stopped dead in his tracks. There was a look in her eyes he had only seen a few times. It was when she talked about Ronnie. But this time, it was directed wholly at him.
After that, Barry's world changed. He felt sparks every time she touched him. He couldn't get her out of his head. He acted normal, trying to forget what he felt. He loved Iris.
No. He was supposed to love Iris. He had loved Iris for his whole life. Barry realized now that that declaration made on Christmas Eve didn't exactly hold true anymore.
The night he realized that, Barry had a dream. Caitlin was sitting in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in front of her, and a pencil tucked into her bed-mussed curls. He came into the kitchen, kissing the top of her head. Then he had picked up a small girl, with green eyes and red-brown hair, a mix between the two of them, and spun her in a circle.
When Barry woke up, he realized that nothing would ever be the same. He loved Caitlin Snow. And he didn't think that was going to fade anytime soon, no matter how he tried to push it down. Caitlin had been with him for as long as he had known her, always patching him up, emotionally as well as physically, after a long day and a fight with a meta. She always had a smile for him, a hug, the right thing to say. And Barry realized he wanted those things for the rest of his life. He wanted to love Caitlin for the rest of his life.
So he asked her on a date, and things went from there. The loved to dance, something that they did a whole lot of on their wedding night.
And Barry got his dream. He had Caitlin, and two daughters, and a house and a life and none of it was ever going to get taken away from him. Because Caitlin and he had promised at each other in their vows, "Though death do us part." They said they wouldn't let go. And they wouldn't.
Author's Note: Whew! I wrote that all in one sitting. That was fun.