I won't lie to you. I know he's just not right for you. And you can tell me if I'm off but I see it on your face when you say that he's the one that you want. And you're spending all your time in this wrong situation and anytime you want it to stop.

"Can you believe that guy?" Cisco tutted, his fingers curling dangerously.

"Who?" Barry's eyes swiveled around the room, following the direction of Cisco's gaze to see her talking to the guy at the bar. They had dragged her and Caitlin from the Labs, pulling the West siblings along with for a much needed break. Despite her initial protests, she was seemingly having a great time while Cisco nursed his beer and wished it was him her attention had drawn to.

"Mr. Tall, dark and attention grabber." Cisco tutted under his breath, drunk enough to let his actual feelings for her show rather than hiding them in layers of defense mechanisms.

"Why don't you-"

"Uh uh, if you say why don't I just tell her thn I might forget to make your suit fire resistant." Barry's hands raised in surrender, smirking as he watched his friend fawn over the one girl he thought he couldn't have.

"Dude, tell her. What's the big deal?" Cisco stared at his best friend like he'd told him the krabby patty formula.

"What's the- What's the big deal? Oh, I don't know scarlet speedster, why didn't you tell Iris you were in love with her 'til she was engaged and practically joined at the hip with another man? Then you erased practically every timeline where you actually got together." Barry didn't know what to say to that.

"So what do you think?" Cisco practically threw his back out hurling around to look at her. He knew she didn't have meta abilities - he had stolen a sample of her DNA to check - because she could move silently like a panther in the brush.

"Uh, hi, hey, hello." Wow, he hated himself. "Think of what?"

"Him. The guy I was talking to; Roe." She looked nervous, halfway between wanting him to say the man she was talking to didn't look like a grade A jerk and the other half saying please tell me he is.

"Oh, uh, he seems nice." He watched her shoulders fall. "But not good enough for you. Like that other guy you went out with; Bruce?"

"Yeah, you might be right." She had been through her share of bad boyfriends, everyone knew that the girl with the bright smile and sharp mind was a magnet for the worst of the worst. He was privy to most of her horrific breakups seeing as they not only worked together but were best friends.

A little piece of him said that he was doing this because she was his friend, he wanted her to be happy. But the bigger piece screamed that it was only because he loved her.

I know I can treat you better than he can and any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying when you should be with me instead. I know I can treat you better, better than he can.

"He didn't deserve you."

"But I thought it would work this time, you know? He was nice, had a great smile, funny, a great job. Oh man, he was too perfect. I should've known he was a cheater." Shoving a spoonful of ice cream into her waiting mouth, she met his eyes with her bloodshot sad ones.

"No, you deserve a gentleman. Someone who is all those things -minus a cheater, obviously - but someone who is a good person and successful. And that guy? Pfft, he was nothing but a low on the totem pole guy trying to find his success through you. Don't you cry your eyes out over someone like him." He was thankful she didn't have the meta ability to read minds as his filled in the unspoken speech he wanted to give.

Be with me instead, let me treat you how you deserve, better than they did.

I'll stop time for you; the second you say you'd like me to. I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you would be everything I need and this could be so different; tell me what you want to do.

"Cisco!" It was like an alarm going of in his head, all of his blood rushing through his veins and a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach as her scream reached his ears. He had not brought himself to give this meta a name, he didn't think he would. Not when he had went for the most precious cargo on the team. No, this meta could be Nameless- no, crap. Crap, crap, crap. Do not think of him like that, he's Nobody. Dang it Cisco, quit it. - because he had stolen her away from him.

They had been walking home from their weekly BFF date as she called it, talking about themselves and not their jobs for half a minute when this thing materialized in front of them, grabbed her, and disappeared.

While this meta wasn't smart enough to turn off her phone -thus turning off her tracker - he was smart enough to keep her handy, in a pillow factory oddly enough. Now she was dangling by her own handhold on a walkway while Barry fought the meta Cisco was refusing to name.

"Hold on. I'll get you." He was totally lying. He had no idea how to get to her, especially not using his abilities when he didn't know how to control them more than a blast at someone. "Think. Think. Thi- Aha!" There was a bin stockpiled full of pillows. Adjusting his gloves, he put every iota of energy he had into shoving it 'til it was under her. Right as her fingers slipped. He would have nightmares about that scream.

Rushing to the side of the bin, he climbed the rungs 'til he could see inside. Where did she- There! Her head popped out, faux feathers sputtering from her lips as she peered up at him. He couldn't help but smile as she looked up at him, feathers in her hair and it looked like she was a chicken. Despite her adrenaline pumping, and the fear still rushing through her, she had to smile back.

"Cisco?" He tilted his head as she called up. "I love you." How he wished she meant that differently.

"Love you more." Shaking her head, some of the feathers fell out and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"No, not like that, not like friends Cis. I love you. Like I love you, love you." And it would've been a better moment if she hadn't immediately passed out.

Promise I won't let you down. Just know that you don't have to do this alone. Promise I'll never let you down.

He had never seen something quite so beautiful as her opening her eyes first thing in the morning, her fists rubbing at them as a yawn fell from her lips and she curled into him more as an attempt to keep warm and not leave bed. It was always her eyes. It was the brightness with which she looked at him when she swam back into consciousness, feathers in her hair and told him that when the meta had her - okay, she called him Nameless too so he guessed naming him wasn't too bad - that he was all she could think about.

Him and how she wished she had told him that she loved him.

Perhaps being stuck in a thing of pillows and half delirious from lack of sleep, adrenaline and fear wasn't the best time to do it but it didn't make the sentiment any less true.

"Morning lovely." She hummed under her breath, a smile cruving her lips at his voice. She was convinced his morning voice was the sexiest thing ever - aside from that soft smile he gave her when he thought she was being cute. Her hand reached up, fingers grazing his jaw and then finding their way to thread through his hair and grip onto the edges.

"Mornin' handsome." Kissing his pec, she srunched her nose in a silent refusal to fully get up and lined her body up further with his as he tugged her closer. Stuffing her hand under her pillow, she huffed as she pulled a handful of feathers back.

"Was I having nightmares?" She didn't often remember if she did and he thanked his lucky stars that she didn't. He did and it was traumatizing but he could handle it, long as she didn't have the same ghosts.

"Yeah, a little one." Reaching to her side, he pulled the ripped pillow away and tossed it to a corner of the room. Then he slid his hand under the bed and pulled out a brand new one, still in the plastic. "I cannot believe the pillow company gave you the pillows you fell in because you got blood on one of them." It was a morbid joke between them but hilariously true.

"Hey," she scolded, accepting the new pillow and peeling open her eyes to look at him as she nestled into it. "You love our supply of squishy pillows. We have a pillow room."

"Mmm. No. I love that we have a pillow room because it's a we." She didn't say anything, but she smiled like he was her whole world and that was better than anything she could have said.

"I love you." Except that.

I know I can treat you better.