Remember when I used to do these? Me too. And here we go again. This is not going to be the full season, just the next episode. Hopefully I can get it done by Tuesday night!
And, okay. You saw the end of the episode. Cynthia Reynolds is in this fic, and the STAR Labs team canonically does not know her real name, meaning in order to not deviate from canon, I have to use G*psy, which is a slur and shouldn't be happening. Literally the exact second it would make any amount of sense for the characters to stop calling her that, I won't ever use it again. Chapter 3 will be the last time. I'm really sorry that I have to at all.
The nightmares get to him.
Flashes of images jumbled up indiscernible lit in a dull shade of blue.
And, sure, it's reasonable that he'd be seeing this over and over in his dreams, it hasn't been a week since they got back from Earth-2's live action Planet of the Apes/Gladiator crossover and, hey, that was freaky, man! He's never claimed to be fearless, and a telepathic gorilla decided to threaten his friends by speaking through him, so. Not really his fault he's spooked. Tonight, though, tonight is…
Worse than usual.
An army of gorillas barreling through a breach and advancing on Central City.
Talk about guerrilla warfare, right?
People screaming in terror, their friends droning the same haunting words, just barely too staticky to decipher.
He needs more sleep. Or less sleep. Or not to sleep at all, ever again.
Jitters a ruined husk; the police station collapsing; every corner of the city burning.
Who needs sleep, anyway?
Cisco rolls over in his bed and his dreams blur into a much nicer vision:
Gypsy. A sarcastic smirk on her face and her arms firmly crossed.
He really has got to see if he can vibe her number…
An arm—large and hairy and very, very familiar—comes out of nowhere and strikes her hard, flinging her twenty feet back. She lands at the feet of a half dozen gigantic gorillas.
I'm dreaming, Cisco tells himself. A dream, a dream, wake up, wake up, wake up.
He turns—point-of-view swirling staggeringly around him, the blueish hazy whirling of perspective shift—until he can see what he dreaded, what he knew he would see.
Grodd. Ohhhh boy, it's Gorilla-effing-Grodd, who's clearly not content with how they ditched him on Earth-2. And now he's grabbed Gypsy—Earth-19 or Earth-2, it doesn't matter, Cisco's gonna be there for his girl (she's not his girl, obviously, he has all the respect for that kickass bounty hunter)—
And he's trying to get her to open a breach.
She gets back to her feet with a defiant roll of her eyes. Grodd roars and leaps toward her—
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Cisco, with a concerted effort, cuts off the vibe and opens his eyes. His heart is pounding, he's clutching his chest, he can't breathe, he can't breathe.