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Killer Frost sat on the edge of her bed in Iron Heights prison. Julian Albert was long gone, having gone home for the day, leaving her alone in the solitude of night.

She knew that it was likely she would stay in this cell until the day she died, and she vowed to take her secrets to the grave. No matter who asked, she would never tell them who Savitar was. She would never give him up like that.

Killer Frost knew that Savitar's younger self was still with Team Flash. She didn't know everything they were doing to him, or were going to do to him, but she knew that it was awful. Savitar rarely talked about his time as a time remnant, a disposable hero for Team Flash to use and abuse. Honestly, it didn't surprise her that they treated a version of Barry they deemed "less" in such a way. After all, even before Barry split into two versions of himself he was often treated like he was a set of legs by Team Flash. Caitlin Snow was the only one who truly valued his safety.

In a way, Killer Frost felt guilty for some of the things she said to Barry when she became Killer Frost. For that meant she said those things to Savitar, and he didn't deserve that hate. He didn't deserve anything Team Flash did to him.

And yet, Killer Frost was going to just let it happen. Even if she got out of this cell, she would let it happen. After all, if it didn't he would never become Savitar and she knew the only thing Savitar wanted was to live.

As much as it pained her, she was going to let them continue doing this to him.

She perked up suddenly as she heard the familiar sound of vibrating molecules. Caitlin sat up, slid lithely off the bed, and moved toward the front of the cell until she was only a few inches from the glass, her white eyes flickering around the room for the speedster that just entered.

And she saw him. Barry Allen looked the same as ever, if not incredibly sad and timid, like he was afraid of being hurt by someone. Caitlin's eyes trained on him eagerly. This was Savitar, or rather was going to be Savitar. This was the man she loved and the man who loved her. Once Barry had become Savitar and gotten over Iris West, he finally discovered his true feelings for Caitlin, feelings that would have developed should he have never grown up with the Wests. Savitar loved her so much, which was a miracle to Caitlin because other than the affection he felt for her, all Savitar seemed to be able to feel was hatred, rage, sadness, and loneliness.

They really were quite the pair.

"Barry Allen," she said in a misty voice, delighted to see him. "What a surprise."

"C-Caitlin," he murmured.

Part of her wanted to snap that she wasn't Caitlin, but the way he stammered out her name like he was expecting to be hit stopped her. She remembered Savitar's nightmares, the way he would wake screaming and would flash into the corner of their dark lair, whimpering and trembling as he muttered small pleads.

God, she wanted to kill Team Flash for whatever they did to him.

"What do you want, honey?" she asked.

"I… I don't… I-I'm s-sorry," he stammered. "Th-this was a m-mistake."

He was about to leave. Killer Frost didn't want him to leave. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, desperate to keep him there with her. She didn't know if she was ever going to see him again.

"Wait!"

Barry froze, staring at her like a deer in the headlights.

"I asked you what you wanted?" she asked. "A friend perhaps?"

"How did you-?"

"Know Team Flash was mistreating you?" she asked. "Savitar told me. Apparently, you're nothing but a disposable hero for them to use and abuse."

"They… they don't want me," he whimpered. "They want the other Barry, but he said they could have me while he focuses on stopping Savitar. They think that if they can get rid of me then he'll come back to them."

Caitlin's hands balled into fists. She longed to frost them.

"And you're lonely enough to come to me for comfort?" she asked.

"No," Barry said. "I… I hurt myself. In the field. They sent me to fight King Shark, but he got his teeth in my leg. They won't help me."

"So, you want me to?" she asked. "That's a pretty big risk."

"I told you it was a mistake," he said. "I'll go."

"I didn't say it was a mistake," she said. "Just that it was a risk."

"Does… does that mean you're going to help me?"

Smiling, Caitlin nodded. "It does. You just have to come inside the cell."

Barry's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "How do I know you won't get out?"

"We're in a prison, honey," she laughed. "I wouldn't get far, now would I?"

"I suppose not…"

"Come on in," she said.

Swallowing hard, Barry opened the door to her cell and slipped inside.

Caitlin smiled widely. "Sit," she gestured to her bed.

Tentatively, Barry sat down on the edge of the bed.

Killer Frost lowers herself down next to him and pulls his leg into her lap. Barry flinches at the touch.

"Sorry," he said, as if trying to pass it off as being from pain.

Caitlin knew better. There were times that Savitar would flinch away from her touch. It took a lot to earn his full and complete trust, and it was one of the best things Caitlin ever did. How she wished she could have prevented him from getting trapped in the speed force. After all, she knew he was in there by now even if Team Flash didn't yet. Caitlin knew that there was no way Savitar would leave her in here if he was still free. They vowed to always be there for the other and to never leave the other behind.

Which was exactly why if Caitlin ever got out of here, she would find a way to get him out. She'd already being toying with the idea of a quark sphere with some of Barry's DNA on it to get him out of there…

Caitlin's veins burned with anger as she saw the damage on Barry's leg, but she used some of the medical supplies he brought her to patch him up without her rage appearing in her expression.

"Thank you," Barry said quietly.

Caitlin looked up. "Any time, honey."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" he asked.

"What? Honey?"

Barry nodded. "You never used to call me that before."

"What? You don't like it?"

"I… I never said that," Barry said.

Killer Frost laughed. "Oh, you're adorable. It's such a shame what they're doing to you, but then again, you're going to rise stronger than ever before."

"What?" he looked confused.

"Never mind," she said. "You're all fixed up."

"Thank you, Caitlin," he said, moving to stand.

Caitlin caught his wrist with her ice-cold hand. Barry jumped, surprised by her sudden movement and the cold touch.

"Stay here tonight," she insisted. "I won't leave the cell. You can leave in the morning before Julian shows up. No one ever has to know."

"I…"

"Please, Barry," she said. "I know they're hurting you. You wouldn't be stuttering or flinching so much if they weren't. They take their frustrations out on you, don't they?"

Barry's green eyes welled up with tears. He refused to make eye contact, but nodded.

"Stay here," she said firmly. "Doctor's orders."

Barry crumpled, sitting back down on the bed with her, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I just don't understand what I did wrong," he sobbed. "I love them, I thought they loved me. I'm no different from the other me. I remember everything he does. I-I'm still Barry, aren't I?"

He was looking at her with tear-filled green eyes. He was looking to her for confirmation, for approval. Caitlin felt her heart tearing in two, but Killer Frost maintained her stony façade as she gathered her thoughts.

Looking at Barry, remembering his nightmares as Savitar, the time it took to calm him down from them, the way he cried into her shoulder, begging to be real, she found she couldn't deny it. Even if it cemented him on his path to becoming Savitar, she couldn't tell the sweet man in front of her that he wasn't Barry, that he wasn't real. She couldn't contribute to his nightmares.

"Of course, you are," she said.

Barry melted completely then, burying his face in her shoulder as he sobbed. Caitlin stroked his back, shushing him and telling him everything was going to be alright. She hated herself for lying to him, because she knew there was no way he was ever going to be alright ever again, but sometimes lies are beautiful and they help you sleep at night.

Barry cried himself into exhaustion and Caitlin made him lay down on the bed. She sat on the edge, the same as he did for her years and years ago when she asked him to stay with her until she fell asleep. She placed a hand on his leg, just as he did for her, and gave it a gentle, comforting rub with her thumb.

She watched over him all night and into the morning, dreading the moment in which she would have to wake him up and force him to leave before Julian Albert arrived. But she found herself longing for another moment: the moment in which she would get out of here, the moment where she would steal the tech Barry and that foul woman Tracy Brand created to trap her beloved Savitar and finally free him.

Then they could rule forever as the God and Goddess of Central City.

The God of Speed and the Goddess of Winter.

AN: Well, I hope everyone enjoyed my very first Snowbarry fanfiction! I really love the idea of the version of Barry who became Savitar going to visit Killer Frost at some point. I feel like this would have happened so he could truly trust her. After all, Savitar-Barry knows Killer Frost started working with him due to the fact that he watched it happen before he became Savitar, but that doesn't mean he would automatically trust her after everything that happened to him. A moment like this would ensure that he would.

-SnowbarryLoverForever