Just keep in mind when reading my fics, they are fanfiction for a reason. If I want to change where we are in the time period of the shows, change personalities, change who dies or not, I can do that. That's why it's fun!

Ice, Ice Baby

When in a prank war with one of your closest friends, it is important to follow the rules.

Rule 1: Don't take the pranks too far. Remember, you do actually like your friend.

Rule2: Don't involve any of your other close friends. You may not be happy to find which friends are helping which.

Rule 3: Bring it. If not, the others will own you or your wallet for the rest of your life.

Keeping all of that in mind, Barry raced as fast as he could through the streets of Central City looking for a certain individual that could help put him in the lead. He wasn't a friend, so it wasn't breaking any of the rules. He would, however, need to be careful with the 'not going too far' rule. He had a 'chill' idea though, so that made it worth the risk.

He made it to the last known safe house Leonard Snart had been seen at. So maybe he broke a few rules, going through Snarts' "deleted police records" to find that location. It was a matter of pride to win this war. There in the kitchen stood Leonard Snart, AKA Captain Cold, looking over building schematics. A gust of wind signaled that Leonard Snarts evening was going to get a little lukewarm.

"Go away. I don't have time to pun around with you. The battle of wits will have to wait." Snart said in his slow drawl, as he rolled up his plans.

"I…actually kind of need a favor?" He had the plan in his head but now that he was here, he realized he hadn't really thought about how he was getting Snart on board. He was confident, though, that this simple task he had for Snart would be well received. If not, he had a trump card.

"From me?" His eyebrow rose.

"Um, yeah. Just hear me out first before you freeze me ok?"

"Consider me intrigued." He sat on his table." What do you have in mind?"

"I sort of need to ice over Cisco's apartment."

You could hear a pin drop, as cliché as that sounds. It's not every day Central City's favorite super hero asked for something so…not heroic.

"You want to run that by me again?"

"Listen, he – you – ok. I'm going to tell you but I swear if you use this against me, I'm sticking you in the pipeline, got it?" He settled down onto the back of the couch. "He is totally asking for this. Yesterday, I was running to Star City to help Green Arrow and Cisco made a comment about how he has the best pranks planned and there is no way I'm beating him and he will own me by the end of the week. I said there's no way he's winning. I can prank him a million times faster than he ever could me. Well, it turns out he built in a color changer into the suit. You have no idea how embarrassing and terrifying it was to be strategizing with a previously homicidal vigilante only to find out your suit was pink, like, the entire time."

"You tracked me down to help you because he turned you pink?" Snarts brows furrowed, wondering when the hell his reputation went down the drain. 'Probably when I signed on for Rip's nonsense. I no longer regret faking my death.'

"Go away before I freeze you." He slid off his table and turned his back to Barry.

"What? No. Look, I realize that this is probably the most childish thing anyone has ever asked from you but you need to picture the look on Oliver's face. It was not ok. I thought he was going to put another arrow into me."

Taking on Oliver's fiercest expression and imitating his gravelly voice, Barry said,"' clearly, you are not taking this seriously. What is it going to take to get you and your team to have your shit together? These are bad people doing bad things with heavily artillery and you're making a joke about it. What is wrong with you?'" Returning to his regular voice," I had no idea what he was talking about until Cisco told me to look in a mirror. He could have gotten me shot! With an arrow! Or arrows, with emphasis on the plural, because seriously, Oliver was NOT happy. "

Watching Barry pace back and forth, imitating Oliver Queen, Leonard decided he needed a vacation. Far, far away from Central. Maybe the tropics. He could use the downtime to work out how he was fixing his reputation that had clearly taking some hits recently.

Continuing his rant," All I am asking for is a simple charging of your freeze gun and letting it loose on Cisco's apartment." His eyes took on a puppy dog-like expression. "Please?"

Leonard sighed. "No. Now go away so I can book my plane tickets." He crossed the room and went into the bedroom to turn on the computer.

'Ok, Barry. Think about it. Oliver friggin' Queen. ANGRY Oliver friggin' Queen. Angry Oliver friggin' Queen, with arrows inches from his hands. And Cisco's voice, laughing the whole time. Sorry, not sorry, Cisco.'

Leonard froze his furious airplane ticket Google search when he heard Barry in the other room saying," He has a picture of your sister on his ipad. He pulls it up and stares at it sometimes when he thinks we aren't looking."

Leonard stood up, walked to his closet and pulled out his Captain Cold gear.

2 Hours later

Cisco juggled his bag, coffee and phone as he put his keys into his apartment door lock. Looking down at his phone again he crossed the threshold, laughing at a text from Lisa. Next thing he knew, his head was ringing and his butt was in pain. He sat up to see what he slipped on.

"What the hell?"

Every inch of his apartment was iced over, mist floating up from the icy exterior.

He cautiously stood up again, leaving all his things on the floor and slid his way to his bedroom. There on his bed was a note.

Barry sends his regards. He would also like to tell you that anytime you want to end this war, all you have to do is declare him the winner and accept that you will be buying him coffee for the rest of eternity. A small price to pay for almost making a pin cushion out of him, if you ask me.

On a more personal note, I have confiscated your ipad. If I find out that you have any more pictures of my sister, an iced over apartment will look like Frozen, The Musical. Think about that each night, before you close your eyes.

Stay chill,

Captain Cold

Cisco gulped and sat down on his bed, only to slip and fall to the floor. Lying on the floor, he wondered how Captain Cold would take it if he found out what kind of pictures Lisa has been sending to his phone.

"Well played Barry. Weeeell played."

At this point in time, Cisco was unaware of the fact that Leonard was interrogating Lisa on her relationship with Cisco. He was more than a little upset over Lisa defending and getting mad at what he did to Cisco's apartment. Which she found out about when she discovered Cisco's beloved ipad on her brothers' kitchen counter and questioned him.

Lisa stormed out of the apartment with one thought in mind.

'The Flash is going down.'

So that's the end of chapter one. Chapter two will be up probably next week. It will be Lisa vs. Barry, and I can't wait to get started on it. Will Lisa find out who the Flash is? Will Cisco be dragged back into the mud by Leonard Snart? Who else will join this soon to be world-wide, epic super hero prank war? Come back and see J

These ideas randomly pop in my head from time to time and I crack myself up. My husband probably wonders why he married a woman who has private, very funny conversations with herself. He gets amusement when I snort-laugh randomly or I accidently walk into doors or walls because I'm too focused on what's going on in my head. He loves me. I swear.

Also, not sure if it will show up when I upload this but the font Snarts note is 'written' in is called chiller. I found that so funny. It's the little things in life people.

I am not looking for criticism but if you see some embarrassing bit of grammar or spelling, do let me know. Also, if anyone can inform me on why the formatting on here, like tab and spaces just don't work?

Thanks for reading!