"This better be good, Ramon."

Harry was his usual pleasant self when he crossed back onto their Earth at Cisco's request. He met the young engineer in his lab, no attempt to hide his irritation at being called over.

"Right because I usually call you over for milk and cookies," Cisco couldn't help but to snip back.

Harry didn't say anything but his look did. He wasn't in the mood.

"Okay, I need your help with something. And the sooner the better. Something really bad may happen if we don't figure this out."

He remembered the vibe and shuddered uneasily. Harry seemed to pick up his urgency and approached his desk.

"What is it Ramon? Savitar?"

Oh yea, too much Savitar.

"Who else? We need to come up with a way to tell him from Barry. Besides the obvious thing on his face. I was talking with Iris and we had this idea about tapping into his speed frequency since it's faster than Barry's. At least until Barry eventually reaches that level."

Harry was thoughtful.

"It could work temporarily. But we'd have to get Savitar close enough to get an accurate reading. It would have to be precise. Because he technically is Barry any slip up could lead us to read our Barry instead of him."

That was what Cisco was afraid of. Harry frowned his way.

"You vibed something, didn't you?"

He knew he had to answer. But exactly what he'd seen he couldn't say. Well he could say but maybe he should talk to Iris first. Definitely not to Barry.

"Yea, I did but don't ask me what I saw."

Never the one to be dictated to, Harry folded his arms authoritatively.

"What did you see?"

He was every part a father then, the stern no nonsense expression. The same one Joe used on Barry when he wasn't being straightforward. Harry wanted an answer. Cisco suddenly felt sorry for Jessie if she'd had to endure that look all her life.

"It's personal," he sputtered.

Then he turned from Harry to get started on the project. They would have to hurry things along if they wanted to stop Savitar.

"Personal. You called me all the way from my Earth to create a device for something personal?"

The irritation was real. But so was the need for privacy. Cisco had to protect Barry.

"Look, we can waste time arguing about what constitutes a good reason to cross over or you can help me stop Savitar from destroying my best friend," he put his foot down.

Harry had always been a man of logic. Seeming to weigh the options he went for the one that made the most sense.

"Fine. Just don't get in my way."

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Barry had perfectly laid out the flowers, decorating the floor, the couch, leading a trail to the bed. The shop owner had recommended roses because that was just the thing to do but he'd decided on Irises. Irises for Iris because duh. He knew it was extremely cheesy but he loved her and cheese was a small price to pay for the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

Barry adjusted the candles, took a step back and surveyed the loft. Yea, if this didn't get him back in Iris's good graces he didn't know what would.

Okay now to wait for her arrival. He expected maybe she would be back no later than an hour or so. There were no big stories or juicy scoops to be found as of late. Whatever "research" she had shouldn't take long. When the third hour passed however he figured he should text.

Barry: How's the project going?

Iris didn't respond. He sighed. She couldn't still be that mad at him. She'd kissed him earlier. They were at least on speaking terms. He remebered what had almost happened on their bed and sighed at the missed opportunity.

Maybe she really did have research to do.

But he knew Iris. He could tell when she was throwing up an excuse to get out of something. That research line had definitely been an excuse. So where was she?

His immediate fear went to Savitar. Of all of the metas to pop up he was the biggest threat. Could he have taken her?

No he's been sticking to a schedule so far. He won't hurt her yet.

That did little to quell his fear for her safety. He shouldn't have left her alone. What if his evil remnant kidnapped her and planned to hold her until the time came to...

Effectively panicked, Barry gave his fiancé a call. When her voicemail greeted him, he felt his world crumble. She was in danger! Before the recording even beeped he was at Star Labs, startling a very busy Cisco.

"Whoa--sheez--Barry!"

His friend visibly jumped at the surprise, dropping the contraption he'd been working on. Barry had no time to register the other male in the room before he was spilling.

"Iris is missing. I think Savitar has her. I need you to hack into the city's surveillance footage. Starting with my building. Everything we got since that bank heist."

Cisco was staring, looking weird.

"Uh…Savitar has her?"

Barry headed for the monitors.

"I think so. She hasn't been home and she's not responding to my calls or texts."

He tried to calm himself but the thought of losing her—god he couldn't take it.

"Have you tried calling Joe? Maybe he's seen her," Harry crossed over to join him at the monitors.

"I—" no he hadn't.

Pale with worry he dialed his adopted dad. Only to have Joe confirm that he hadn't spoken to her all day. When Joe called her as well and it went to voicemail that put the whole team on alert.

Iris was missing.

"Okay, let's all stay calm and focus," Harry advised them.

"We know he's not going to kill her for another month or so. And torturing Iris isn't his style so even if she's with him, she's alive. If that's even where she is."

Barry was pacing when Harry looked to him.

"Anywhere else she could be? Maybe a friend or taking a breather? From yesterday?"

He was referring to their fight. Barry ran nervous hands through his hair.

"No we made up this morning. Sort of. We were on good terms when I left."

"What do you mean sort of?"

Before Barry could think of a non-embarrassing answer, Cisco was speaking.

"I tracked her phone to Fit-Spa gym on—"

Barry was gone before his friend could finish.

He didn't bother with the front desk but zipped around the entire facility until he spotted her. Clad in a sports bra and workout tights, her hair pulled back into a ponytail was his Iris pounding her tennis-shoed feet on the treadmill. Her gorgeous skin was glowing in sweat as she huffed from the exertion of her workout. He found himself pausing to admire the beauty that was soon to be his wife.

She was breathtaking.

Barry stared for a moment before catching himself and approached her with relief.

"Iris!"

"Barry?"

Seeing him threw her off and she briefly lost her stride. She stumbled but before she could hit the floor, he caught her in his arms. Iris gasped in surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

She snatched the earbuds from her ears.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

He continued to hold her in his arms, awash with relief. It wasn't lost on him that she was slightly panting from the run and the scare. That and her sweaty state was reminiscent of other strenuous activities they'd enjoyed together.

"You weren't answering my calls," he replied.

"I was worried."

"Aww," she cooed.

"I thought Savitar had you."

Her body stiffened suddenly and she was pulling away. A bit disappointed, Barry allowed her up on her own two feet.

"No—no Savitar. Just me at the gym. Keeping fit."

Iris glanced at the treadmill and grabbed her towel on the side handle bar. Barry watched her dab her face and neck with it, her eyes not quite meeting his.

"My phone is in the locker."

"Iris, is something wrong?" he picked up.

She'd avoided him today and lied about research. Now she seemed to be working her frustrations out at the gym.

"Is this about yesterday? Because I'm really, really sorry for how I acted. I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

She finally did look up at him, regret in her eyes.

"No Barry, I'm the one that's sorry. I have no reason to be mad at you."

Her fingers brushed his right cheek again. She'd been touching his face a lot since their fight. He didn't mind a bit.

"I love you so much," she told him.

"Then what's wrong? I feel like you've been avoiding me today."

Her eyes lowered from his face to his chest.

"I just…"

He waited for her to finish but instead she pat his shoulder and pulled away again.

"Can we not have this conversation out here, while I'm all gross?"

He wanted to joke that she was far too sexy to be gross right now but a weight in his chest prevented him from doing so. It had been a suspicion before but now it was confirmed. Something really was bothering her. Something was truly wrong.

"Just let me get a shower and we can head home, okay?"

He had no choice but to nod. Iris left him for the locker-room then and Barry wandered over to the front area to wait for her. For a man of speed the time dragged horribly. He ran his hand down his face, wanting so badly to whisk his love home in a flash and let her shower there. He could join her and she could explain what was on her mind.

It has to be this Savitar thing.

Of course. If he couldn't save her then she had months to live. As the time drew closer she was bound to be more on edge. And again with the potential killer wearing his face that had to be screwing with her. It was definitely screwing with him.

He's not just wearing my face though. My face IS his face.

He still couldn't process any version of himself ever wanting to hurt Iris. He would throw his own life away first.

When his fiancé emerged from the locker-room she wore a pensive expression. His concern blooming the more, Barry took her hand in his.

This is about more than that fight yesterday.

"Take me home?" Iris asked.

He nodded before dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"Sure thing. But we talk when we get there. No more running from me. Okay? "

Iris couldn't even look up at him which caused him to worry more.

"Okay."