*Sorry for the wait and the short chapter but I'll update soon.
The morning passed by slower than Cisco thought possible. Apparently Barry had gone back and stopped Cisco from doing what he did. Of course, he could time travel if it meant fucking up Cisco's life more.
That might be unfair, but seriously. A little over a month back in time somehow would have the same consequences of going back like fifteen years? Time travel was dangerous if it meant saving Dante. But if it was Barry's mother who died over a decade ago? That was worth going back for. Forget that that action likely ruptured the original timeline and killed Cisco, never mind that distinct possibility...
Cisco had gotten out of bed a lot earlier than Caitlin advised but he couldn't stay there. Not when he felt the emptiness of Dante's loss all over again. And the knowledge that once again, Barry hadn't let Dante be saved, only fueled the fire burning inside Cisco.
He stormed across the parking lot, allowing the rage to flow through him. Given what he'd been doing over the past two weeks, this rage should've scared him. But any fear he had was being channeled into the energy that was surging through his body. He felt it crackling like electricity at his fingertips, and a wave of vibrational energy busted into the asphalt.
Cisco hadn't meant it, exactly. But he couldn't control it. Not now.
A twisted up weed peeked into view from between the cracks in the parking lot that Cisco had just made. A cockroach crawled up its stem, settling on the rubble.
It trembled.
Rage tore through Cisco's body. He wasn't even sad anymore about Dante dying, he was seething. They might not have gotten along all the time, but Dante was his brother, godammit.
The roach was squealing.
And one cannot be expected to just get over the death of a brother- someone who's supposed to die within a few years of you- in a few weeks. It's not the same as losing your mother over ten years ago, because at least you anticipated her leaving you first- This was terrible. Cisco didn't recognize himself right now.
The roach imploded.
With a shockingly audible crunch, it seemed that every part of the roach broke at once. Shattered.
Cisco gasped, realizing what he'd done.
He unclenched his fist and kept moving towards the subway.
He felt like he was sweating... he was sweating. And breathing shallowly. And every part of him that suggested he just go the fuck to sleep was being combatted by the ripple of energy that ran through him. He was shaking.
He gripped the rail on the subway and bent his head forward, ignoring the migraine building inside it. He knew how he must look: gripping the rail desperately, coated in sweat, swaying... and yeah... yup. Another nosebleed. What the fuck he hadn't even Vibed in-
The cockroach.
I will shatter your nervous system without breaking a sweat.
"Son?"
Cisco turned towards the sudden voice and saw an older man he didn't know watching him.
"Sit down, alright? You don't look so good..."
Cisco blinked at him for a moment and then processed what he'd said.
"I, uh... no, I'm good... thanks. My stop's next."
It wasn't exactly true, but he could walk from the next stop and the rattling of the train was making him nauseous anyway. He got off at the next stop and started down the sidewalk.
His phone was ringing. It hurt. The sound was like an ice pick in his brain. He picked up, if for no other reason than to shut his phone up. But immediately he wished he hadn't.
"CISCO! What are you thinking?! You've barely slept in weeks, you just had a seizure, you-" Caitlin was right but he wished she'd be right quieter.
"Cait..." he was shocked at how his voice slurred into the phone, "I'm fine... I... I'm not... actually..."
"I know you're not, and-" Caitlin trailed off, she seemed to catch herself shouting at him and her voice softened tremendously, "Where are you? I need to... to do another evaluation before you go to sleep..."
Cisco looked up and saw he'd arrived at his building a hell of a lot quicker than he ever should have while walking. He turned back and saw a shimmering breach that he'd clearly, unknowingly created.
"Oh, shit..."
Blood poured from his nose as he staggered inside.
