Description: Savitar won by changing tactics in a way no one expected. Caitlin seems to be the only one left fighting – or maybe redeeming herself. That's when she crosses paths with Harry; both of them not who they used to be.

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It was dark and cold and she was so, so tired of running, of fighting. The Caitlin she'd used to be would never give up no matter what. That Caitlin would've wanted to go on and fight till her last breath, till there was even the slightest chance of winning, of surviving.

Maybe this was her breaking point. Maybe this was the point of no return. No Barry to save them. No Barry to even try messing with time to change things – and Caitlin really believed that no matter where or when they would've ended up, it would've definitely been better than this.

Was this how she would finally go? She wondered. Was here when she would finally give up? God knew she had no strength left in her. At least not in her spirit. That was crashed into million pieces a long time ago when she'd done something unthinkable, something that would forever haunt her dreams and would never let her rest. She couldn't forgive herself, so she could also never expect him to do that. Not that she ever wanted him to. She knew she deserved to suffer for what she'd done and she accepted her punishment. She just wished her friends and everyone she knew wouldn't have to suffer as well.

No, something in her screamed as she still kept on running, an arm pulling her forward, leading the way. He didn't know where to go and neither did she. Now it was just run or be killed. Run or be used by metas wrecking what was left from Central city.

She had no home. She had no friends. She had no one. She couldn't even say she had herself as she seemed to be breaking into pieces every other occasion. She just wanted it all to stop. She wanted to succumb to death and forget. She just wanted to find herself in another dimension. Yet, she couldn't imagine it being peaceful since she'd already done so much evil. She, the person who swore to care and to protect and to heal. She'd actually hurt someone. What more, it was…

Her knees buckled underneath her, her spirit finally being slowly and utterly extinguished. She didn't want to run anymore. She wanted to stay. She wanted to give up and die. She just wished she didn't have to sentence Julian to death as well.

Julian, she pondered when sitting on the ground like a statue, not willing to move. Julian stayed even though she literally begged him to leave her. She didn't deserve him and his help. She didn't because the painful truth was that she couldn't, nor would ever truly love him and despite her actually telling him that, he still wouldn't leave. Did he really hope for the future? Did he really hope her feelings would eventually change? Because she didn't. She couldn't even think about romance in a world so broken, so devastated, so… over. That was just one more sin to the pretty pile she'd already collected. She'd used Julian, forced herself to care for him, even though deep inside she knew she didn't, just so he would help her. Just so he would help her get rid of her powers.

All for nothing.

Julian stayed.

Powers stayed.

Somehow she'd ended up with everything she wanted gone and nothing she truly needed.

"Caitlin, please, we need to move," Julian came back to her just like he always did and she just wanted him gone. She wanted him to leave her, to go and never come back, to maybe manage to find a life for himself that was better than this.

"Leave me," she repeated what she always told him. "Leave and never look back. I want this to end. I need this all to end. Can you understand it?" she begged him yet once again with eyes already tear stricken. Why wouldn't he just listen?! Why wouldn't he fucking leave her alone and just give up on her?!

"No," he denied one more time in the same adamant voice and then he got down to the ground so his face would be on level with hers. "I won't. You have to fight. I won't let you give up."

"Look around!" she screamed at him. "There's nothing to fight for! This isn't a life worth living!"

"Don't say that…"

"No, Julian! I am never going to love you, ok?!" she roared and that finally did it, he shut up.

"Caitlin… Caitlin, I know that…" he eventually said in a quiet voice, nearly a whisper. Then he sighed. "But we have to stick together."

"I will only bring you down, Julian. You need to…"

"NO!" he actually screamed this time and suddenly, they heard something coming. Another meta. Maybe the one they'd been trying to escape from for the last few hours.

Before Caitlin could react, Julian got back to his feet and covered her small form sitting on the ground with his body.

Before she could say something else, yell at him to run or to leave her, the meta broke his neck with one idle movement of his hand in the air. This one was particularly nasty, able to control human flesh. Caitlin knew she would be next and she welcomed that with sudden peacefulness. It actually felt good to finally give up, to choose the way she wanted to go. At least it would be quick.

She just wished Julian hadn't had to pay the ultimate price, but then again, in the end it was his own choice and it wouldn't change the one Caitlin had just made herself.

Yet, when Snow closed her eyes and prayed to God, even though she knew she didn't deserve His forgiveness, the death still wasn't coming and then she heard something else, something weird.

It was some kind of a device.

When she opened her eyes again, desperate to know what was going on; the meta was just falling to the ground, lifeless.

She immediately got to her feet and then she heard the man clearly standing behind her.

"Stay where you are!"

What was more surprising, she knew that voice! She just had no idea what he was doing on this earth and how he'd even gotten here in the first place since all the breaches were closed and he hadn't been here when everything had gone to shit. Or maybe he'd just been about to travel here? Anyway, it didn't matter. He was here.

"I'm warning you!" he shouted again and Caitlin raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, somehow not so eager to die anymore as she so wanted to know everything that had happened to him since they'd seen each other last.

She slowly turned around, facing Harrison Wells from Earth Two. He didn't change at all. He was dressed all in black, a ball cap set on its place on his head, brown messy locks sticking out of it anyway, a gun in his hand. Gun pointed directly at her, she reminded herself. Still, there seemed to be something different about him. He always was sharp around the edges, but now he also seemed stronger somehow, his flesh firmer. How long had he been fighting? Snow wondered.

Finally, his blue eyes set on her and there was a look of shock passing through his face. He truly couldn't believe she was there. That she was all right.

"Snow?" he still asked when lowering the gun and she could've sworn that his hands shook slightly.

The sight of him. The care in both his voice and his eyes. His own emotions breaking through the stone hard façade somehow managed to break her walls as well and before she knew it, she said his name in a shaky voice and began crying, not able to believe that if he hadn't showed up, she would've already been dead and that she'd actually wanted it to happen.

He got to her before he knees hit the cold ground for the second time that night and she found herself sobbing frantically in his arms, seeking out his warmth, any physical and substantial evidence that he was really there, that he was real and he was with her. That he was alive and just there.

"It's ok. It's gonna be all right, Snow. It's all over now," he kept on whispering into her ear in that hoarse voice of his and she just cried harder when remembering yet once again all the things she'd done. Would he ever look at her the same if he knew?