Set ambiguously after 4x15: "Enter Flashtime" but before 4x18: "Lose Yourself".
It was a peaceful night in Central City. A welcome rarity.
S.T.A.R. Labs was dark and quiet except for Harry fidgeting with some equipment in the workshop and Caitlin quietly typing in the med lab.
They both knew they should have gone to sleep hours ago, but their brains wouldn't quiet down for either of them. And since Caitlin couldn't sleep, she just didn't go home. She had a lot on her mind, but her thoughts drifted from her typing to Harry.
Harry…
The man had been at the forefront of her mind since their Christmastime conversation at Jitters, and then their other conversation which had been interrupted by the sweet girl who spilled her 'Killer Frost' on their table.
Caitlin rolled her eyes thinking of the name of the drink again, but then she laughed quietly to herself. How funny that the man who's been invading her thought so often since then was the only other person in the building with her.
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Across the building, Harry stared down at the cerebral inhibitor in his hands as he tightened screws and calibrated buttons, but his thoughts drifted to Jesse and the look on her face when she saw the memories of her mother, his late wife. He missed her, he always would. And man, did he miss Jesse too.
He also thought of his coffee with Caitlin after Jesse left. She was always a soothing soul to talk to. He'd been thinking of her often since then. Seeing her in a different light. He knew that she was still in the lab and he smiled at the thought.
But his thoughts were broken when the distinct sound of a speedster was heard.
He stood up from the desk and walked to the doorway. "Allen?" he called out. No response. The only sound he heard was Caitlin calling Barry's name as well. She had heard it too, then.
"Hey, Harry," her voice was guarded when she appeared. Like she was afraid of who might be in the building.
"Snow, do you know who it was?"
"Nope. I was wondering if you knew."
Harry shook his head. "I'm not sure who it was either." He grabbed a gun from the desk while Caitlin turned on all the lights in the building.
They walked swiftly but quietly around seeing nothing as they went. They knew nothing was in the workshop or med lab since that's where they both had been. No one was in the Speed Lab, no one was in the Cortex, no one in the Pipeline that shouldn't be, no one anywhere. It wasn't until they made it to the elevator that they saw it: a pink and cream baby carrier.
I just recently finished rewatching The Flash from the beginning, and Snowells feels just hit me for the first time. I have no clue where this story came from, it just appeared in my head one night as I was trying to sleep. I love domestic stories and situations, so I had a lot of fun writing this. More chapters are coming! Thanks for reading!