A/N: Thank you all for the kind words! This one is a request, made by 'big fan', thank you for the compliments! The request waasssss: Could you possibly do a story with Ronnie after the explosion?

summary; A single lick of flame. A storm of fire. Him. (Ronnie)

- and in that single moment

the broken flame forgot everything he held close

he forgot her -

I love you, Caitlin.

The world exploded around him, fiery hell ascending upon his body. He was burning, dying, surely. All he could feel was unimaginable pain, liquid fire replacing the blood in his veins. His heart was beating, faster and faster, as if the fire was fuel. Desperately, he fought to cling to whatever thought was still in his mind. Caitlin.

I love you.

He tried to open his mouth in a vain attempt to scream, but to no avail. He simply did not the energy to open his mouth, even a little bit. The fires were still raging around him, a burning inferno of reds, oranges, and yellows. He could almost feel the skin on his body burning, but the pain within his body was much more stronger than that on the outside.

I...love...you...

He was one with the fire, his body a mere extension of the flickering licks of heat surrounding him. He was fire; he was the physical embodiment of heat. Hell. A storm of raging fire. His eyes had long ago closed, and he waited with a sluggish mind for the pain to end. Everything was a red haze, the blazing roar having deafened his ears what seemed like an eternity ago.

I...love...

And just as it started, the pain began to descend, albeit still wrecking havoc through his body. But there was...something else. A strange burst of coolness, echoing from his chest to the tips of his fingers. His skin was healing, he could vaguely recall, returning back to its original, tanned hue. All expect for his hands, that which remained charred and burning, the tips sparkling with fire. He was being moved, flowing with the fire and pent up energy elsewhere. He felt his body shutting down, finally letting go to the fragment of his former being. His memories. There was no fight to hold onto the remembrance of the person he was mere moments ago.

I...

He was barely aware of the flames dissipating, dancing sparks circling his body as he was dropped onto the ground, finally. Breathing raggedly, he found himself unable to move. The ebbing pain in his bones was still very real and still there, and he had no doubt that it would be for a long, long time. He was sleepy, so very sleepy, and found himself giving into the urge of losing himself in the dark abyss of his subconscious.

He was a flame, he knew. An unrecognizable flame with no recollection of who he was.

And in that moment, he forgot her, and didn't even know it.

A/N: Whelp, I hope you meant LITERALLY after the explosion, aha. I didn't intend for this to turn out somewhat Caitlin-centric, but I figured Ronnie's last thoughts would revolve around his fiancee. (And, ok, maybe I'm a complete sap.) Reviews and thoughts are always appreciated and welcomed, as are requests! I have a few ideas of what I want to do, but I want to update once a day or every couple days soooo help me out, guys! Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed this one!