The Flash doesn't belong to me
Reflections
As Leonard Snart left Mark Mardon and James Jesse and made his way to the West home he wished he could say that he didn't know why he was going to do what he had already determined in his heart to do. That he wasn't going to tell Barry Allen that Mardon and Jesse were planning to kill him; and that he had refused to take part in any such plan. But, Snart was a smart man and instead of focusing on the why he just let himself into the house and waited for Barry to come home.
Seeing Barry and Iris walk in together made him smile. It was good to see those silly kids together and when he bothered to think about it he hoped that they would sort out whatever it was that was keeping apart and get together already. He knew a lot more about them than they thought he did but then Snart wouldn't be the man he was if he didn't have all the information he needed at his fingertips; so he followed their lives with interest, more interest than he should have, but then he could honestly admit, although not aloud and certainly not to anyone, that he liked Barry Allen and Iris West.
"I liked your article on the disappearing middle class," he told Iris, and he had. He had been following her blog but now that she was an honest-to-God reporter he liked her work even better and he found himself scouring through the Picture News looking for her articles. She wrote very well.
As he left the house after doing all that he'd set out to do, Snart smiled to himself, it was going to be interesting to see the Flash and his team stop Jesse and Mardon but it was even better that he was going to spend Christmas at home with Lisa.
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Barry was ashamed of himself.
He couldn't believe how much he'd been ignoring Iris lately. He hadn't even known that she had had the knowledge of secret brother weighing on her over the past few weeks and yet he called himself her best friend. He doubted he would even have known this week if she hadn't decided to stop carrying everything on her own and told him. He silently berated himself as he dashed over to S.T.A.R labs; he had really failed her as a friend.
The thing that was really ticking him off at the moment, though, was that he hadn't even read her article on the disappearing middleclass, and he certainly hadn't complimented her on her style and prose yet Snart had; the man had been in prison and he'd taken time to read her work and even told her how good it was.
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Iris couldn't help herself.
She pulled out her laptop and reread her article. It was good and she'd had fun writing it and she had felt that it had hit a chord and had been well received.
She shouldn't care what Snart thought about her work. He was just another rogue after all, wasn't he?
She knew that she really shouldn't but honestly she was happy that someone was appreciating her efforts. Lately it seemed as if her whole life was about ensuring that the Flash was up and about doing his thing, and keeping secrets from her father about a secret son, but hearing her work being validated by someone other than her colleagues at the Picture News made her feel good and in spite of the fact that it was Snart, Captain Cold – a ruthless criminal who it had also been said was very smart, who had complimented her on her work she was going to take it.
It felt good to be appreciated and seen.
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