Note: Welcome to the aftermath. This is just a short chapter to tide you over. Thank you to all the lovely people who reviewed and followed.


After a few laps of the city, Barry eventually made his way home. Upon entering, he found Joe sitting in front of the TV. Joe didn't have time to turn around.

"She knows."

Joe whipped his head around, eyes wide and staring at Barry.

"You told her?"

Barry felt numb as he slowly shook his head. "No, she figured it out herself."

Joe slowly closed eyes as he took a deep breath in and gradually let it out. He stood up and grasped Barry around the shoulders.

"She's pissed isn't she," Joe said, not really asking a question as Barry agreed.

"She's more than pissed, Joe. I've never seen her look at me like that. Like… like I was a stranger. She's never going to forgive me." Barry look completely resigned.

"No, she'll forgive you… us … eventually." Joe didn't sound very convinced.

Barry slumped down on the lounge and Joe joined him. They both stared at the TV unseeing, not saying a word.


Iris slowly made her way to the apartment. She was seething. Absolutely livid. She couldn't believe that she had been so blind to what had been staring her right in the face all this time. Heat travelled to her cheeks as she remembered in horror her conversations with the Flash. She was embarrassed and angry with herself.

Too soon Iris realised she had arrived. She stood at the door with her keys out, not wanting to face the fact that Eddie had known before her. With resolve she opened the door.

"Iris. I was wondering where you were… what's wrong?" Eddie frowned.

Iris grit her teeth. She slammed the door behind her. "I know you know," she managed to ground out.

Eddie looked confused then cautious.

"About?"

"The Flash Eddie. The Flash. You. know."

Eddie rubbed his face. "So they finally decided to tell you."

"Why would you agree to something like that? Wait, is that why you didn't want to come to dinner on Tuesday?" Iris leant against the kitchen bench, her arms crossed.

Eddie shrugged. "Iris, I'm not going to go against your dad. He's my partner and we need to be in good terms with each other."

"In detriment to us. How long have you known?"

"Three weeks."

"Three!"

"Iris can you stop yelling."

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you know what it's like to realise that everybody in your life has been practically lying to you for weeks and months! We're supposed to be in a relationship. Didn't you say that we needed to be honest with each other and you were getting all mad at me about the blog? Who's the hypocrite now?"

"Cheap blow Iris. Maybe we should continue this in the morning where we can all be calm and have a proper discussion."

Iris took a breath to calm herself and sauntered past him to their room. A few moments later she returned in her PJs carrying a blanket and pillow. She set it up on the lounge and made herself comfortable.

Eddie looked at her and shook his head, walking to the bedroom.

"Please turn off the light," Iris demanded.

In response, the room went dark and Iris was left with her thoughts.


Note: Iris, Iris, Iris. What are you going to do next? You need to establish who you are and I think it's time for bye bye Eddie. Where should she go? What do you think? Thanks guys for reading. xx