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Cadence watched as Caitlin fussed with her hair. She stood in the floor length mirror and continued to run her fingers through the waves and curls that framed her face. Every few seconds Caitlin would stop and examine herself in the mirror before making a face and starting to do it all over again.

A smile came to Cadence's face. Already dressed and ready to go she had offered to do Caitlin's hair and makeup for her. And it seemed that no matter what Cadence had chosen, Caitlin found something she didn't particularly like.

"You'd think you'd never gone to a big, networking party before," Cadence teased.

Caitlin shook her head. She took a step back and faced Cadence, anxiety written on her face. "Not like this. The last party I went to was when we were turning on the Particle Accelerator. And, as we all know that didn't turn out so well."

"Cait, my dad works in advertising, not in science. I can guarantee that nothing is going to blow up." Cadence pressed her hands into Caitlin's shoulders and forced her back down into the wooden chair pulled up in front of the mirror. "Well, something might. With all of the alcohol that flows through these things a single burnt out bulb could blow the reception hall sky-high."

"Very funny." Caitlin teased.

Cadence chuckled to herself and reached out, gently grasping Caitlin's chin. She turned it back and fort for a second before picking up her makeup palette again. "You're worrying too much."

"Or worrying for you," Caitlin said.

"Who's worrying? All I have to do is go and fake smile, eat, and pretend that people in the room aren't actually staring at me."

"Oh good, you're dressed," Maya said as she breezed into the room. Like Cadence she was dressed as well in a top of the line designer dress and matching jewelry. She smiled pleasantly at the two young women. "Well, your father and I are heading out and we'll see you when you get there."

"Okay, mom," Cadence replied.

Maya moved to give her daughter a kiss on the side of the head, then stopped. Almost as if an invisible force field held her back. If not Cadence's silent warning not to do it. If she was kissed on the side of the head, she probably would've exploded. How could she sit back and do everything she used to when she was a little girl; kiss her on the side of the head, stroke her hair, as if she hadn't made her cry a couple of days ago.

Maya smoothed out an imaginary line in her dress and smiled at Caitlin. "I'm glad that you all decided to come out here and help us celebrate. We've wanted to get to know Cadey's friends for so long."

"We're glad to be here," Caitlin replied.

"And I apologize for being so forthcoming on my thoughts of your professions a few days ago," Maya continued. "After hearing about the accident and knowing of those metahumans that continue to run around over there, I sometimes wonder of the safety of being there."

"Well, we have the Flash and Flare and they're doing a great job to make sure that we're all safe," Caitlin said. She smiled warmly at Maya. "I promise you I wouldn't want to live anywhere other than Central City. But being able to come to Metropolis has been a great treat as well."

Cadence made a face as she continued to fix up Caitlin's makeup but didn't say anything more. At least, not until Maya had left the room. "Well, you and my mom seem to get along just fine. Thankfully I've perfected my fake-smile from watching her."

"She's not that bad, Cade," Caitlin pointed out.

"Well, you haven't been around long enough for her to nit-pick everything in your life until you're filled with nothing but doubts. So you should consider yourself lucky."

Caitlin reached out and grasped onto Cadence's wrist with such power that she immediately stopped. Tilting her head back, Caitlin looked Cadence in the eye as she said. "Cade, you greatly underestimate how much your mother loves you."

"I seriously doubt that. She couldn't wait to get rid of me." Cadence sighed and crossed her arms. "We've never had a good relationship and I'm not expecting it to be better now."

"No, my mom and I have a terrible relationship. Ever since my dad died when I was little I haven't had a mom. I've basically raised myself. She never called on my birthday or just to say 'hi'. I haven't, willingly, talked to her in years." Caitlin lowered her head, reaching up to press her fingertips to the ring that sat on her left hand. "She didn't even know about Ronnie and I dating or even becoming engaged because she was too into her own world. I bet I could've had kids that grew up not knowing her because she wants absolutely nothing to do with me. It's like…ever since I was born she's always been so cold to me. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone else."

She continued before Cadence could say anything more.

"And look at this." Caitlin stood up and motioned around Cadence's room. "They haven't touched your room since you left. You still have a room here, a place to stay. They could've turned it into an office or a workout room, or even a guest bedroom but they kept it. For you. If that's not them still caring, I don't know what is. I know it's hard for you to trust people,"—she ignored Cadence's pointed look—"but I'm asking you to trust me. Talk to your mom, I know it's going to do both of you some good."

Cadence twisted her mouth to the side. Then she closed her eyes, letting out a long breath. She hated it when she was wrong. And knew that she probably was wrong. But she couldn't help it. Nearly every time she was around her mother she knew she turned into a sixteen year old brat, spurned by the anger that she thought she had gotten rid of ages ago. Still, if she wasn't able to say anything, to confront it soon, the night would be ruined.

At least her own mood would have been.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at Caitlin, who was looking back at her. "Do you already have to be so good with people?" She asked.

Caitlin smiled modestly. "Must be my bedside manner, they can't teach that in school."

"Must be why I've managed to get kicked out of residency," Cadence muttered.

"That's the thing." Caitlin reached out and grabbed onto Cadence's hand. "You're destined for bigger and better things. You save lives every day, even if it's not the way you've always wanted to do it. If you were still a medical student you wouldn't be doing such amazing things to save Central City time after time. You care about people more than I've ever seen and you risk your life each time." She laughed. "If that's not bedside manner on steroids, I don't know what is."

Cadence grasped Caitlin's hand tighter and pulled her to her feet, giving her a strong hug. "Thanks, Caitlin."

"You're welcome." Caitlin rubbed her back. "I know what it's like to have a family fall apart; I don't want it to happen to you, too."

Cadence pulled back and she noticed the strange looked Caitlin gave her, suddenly realizing they were closer height to each other. "Stilettos," she explained, pointing to her high heels. "There are a lot of things that I don't always like about being home, and the constant short jokes are one of them." She left her room and headed towards her parents' room. She found them in the doorway and couldn't help but smile as she watched her father calmly smooth out his suit while her mother fretted over his tie.

"But did you have to pick that tie?" She was asking as Cadence approached.

Kent shrugged, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pressed slacks. "I figured, where I'm going, it doesn't matter what tie I wear. So why should it matter now?"

Maya playfully swatted him on the shoulder. Her smile faded a little as she turned to face Cadence. "Is something wrong?"

"I just wanted to talk to you about something," Cadence said slowly. She thought about what Caitlin said and grew a bit braver. Her parents had made her decisions for most of her life and she just went along with them. She wasn't going to do that any longer, not when she had been on her own long enough and had her own life. "I guess…" she steeled herself.

"Cadence," Maya said firmly. As if she already knew what Cadence was going to say.

She probably does, Cadence realized. As much of a daddy's girl as she was, her mother still seemed to have the uncanny ability to know when her daughter had something she wanted to talk about even before she knew what it was. Don't let it stop you now. It's been long enough, you need to say this. "Why is it that you can talk about everything else but what we really need to talk about."

"Cadence Michelle," Maya said. She took a deep breath to steel herself. "This is supposed to be a night for your father and you insist on ruining it by—"then she stopped. "Okay, you want to talk about it. I'm worried about my image because I'm trying to hold onto everything that will make me forget that my husband, your father, is dying! I'm not someone that wants other people's pitying looks and words so I stay strong for everyone around here even though I'm dying on the inside. I've lost my daughter, my grandson hardly knows me, and I'm going to lose my husband, soon, too."

"It started before I got pregnant, mom," Cadence said. "When I got my powers."

There.

She finally said it.

Finally got it out in the open. All of the resentment she felt towards her parents hadn't started when she got pregnant, though that was the catalyst. Having to be treated differently because of her powers made things hard; she remembered the sudden shift in the way they acted around her. Didn't hold hands as much, not as many hugs, reminded her to stay as 'normal' as possible. Told to focus her attention on her school work and extra-curricular activities.

"What did you expect me to do? I had an eight year old girl who suddenly had powers and I didn't know what to think. Nothing like that had ever happened before. Was I supposed to let you keep using your powers and have people treat you like some sort of a pariah? Then to know on top of that you had gotten pregnant? I understand that I went the wrong way about everything that's happened with us but tonight is about your father and I'm trying to hold onto something happy."

It was the first time in a long time that Cadence got a good look at her mother and saw her for who she really was. A person. Not just her mother, not just someone who made mistakes, but as a person who was clearly holding a lot of stress, fear, and sadness that she wasn't letting anyone else see. But continued to be strong for her husband, supporting him through everything.

Maya looked at Kent and straightened his tie one last time. Then she took a deep breath and patted her hair back into place. "Now if you'll excuse me." She brought a hand up to her cheek and stalked down the hallway, her high heels clacking along the hardwood floor as she went.

"Dad," Cadence said slowly. "How do you deal with mom being so…strong all the time?"

"Easily. Because I love her," Kent said simply. He put his arm around her shoulders. "And I love you. We all make mistakes, Cadey. I've made mine and you forgave me for that. And for what? Because I'm sick." Cadence frowned. It wasn't the only reason why—it was hard to stay mad at him-but a big reason. "You need to cut your mother some slack; she's doing the best she can despite the circumstances. The thing is, you remind me of her more and more every day." Kent reached out and kissed Cadence's temple. "And I mean that in the best way possible. I'll see you over there, okay?"

Cadence nodded. She rubbed her hand over her face as she heard the front door open and close. She dropped her hands and grabbed her arms, hugging them to herself. Powers aside, it was the weakest she had ever felt and knew she had brought it upon herself. Guilt gnawed at her stomach, not as strong and piercing as before, but still there.

"Mom? Can you help me?"

Cadence turned around to find Brady walking her way, frowning deeply as he held up a tie in his hand. She laughed and took the tie from him. Leave it to Brady to put her in a better mood. I bet being home is this for mom and dad, Cadence thought. She shook the thought away and asked, "What's up?"

"Can you help me bury that?" Brady asked. "If not burn it."

Cadence laughed again. "Why? Do you not like it?"

"No! I hate wearing ties. Why do I have to wear a tie?"

"Because it's called a black-tie event, not a black-pants event, bud." Brady's face screwed up into a comical expression of discontent. "And yes, before you ask, you have to wear a tie." His pout deepened even further. "Okay, how about a compromise? Would a bow-tie be better?"

"Yes." Brady took the tie back from his mom and looked at her curiously. "Mom? Why do you look so sad?"

Cadence gave him a slow smile. He was only nine years old and somehow managed to surprise her day after day. "Because I realized how much of a pain in the ass I can be. Sometimes I forget I'm someone's kid, too and that parents are never perfect."

Brady smirked. "I could've told you that."

"Go!" Cadence turned Brady around and swatted him on the butt.

She glanced at her watch, noting it was time to go. The sound of a door opening caught her attention and she turned just in time to see Barry step out of the bathroom, holding a towel around his waist. A mountain of steam cascaded out from behind him which Cadence quickly dissipated by curling her fingers into a fist.

Surprised, Barry looked to find the source and his jaw dropped slightly as he locked eyes with Cadence. Then quick as a flash the door to his and Cisco's room was slamming shut as the accompanying gust of wind blew Cadence's hair out of her face.

She smiled to herself as she finally went back to her room. She thought about what her father had said; he easily got over how strong her mother could be simply because he loved her. Maybe that had been her problem. She wouldn't allow herself to love her parents because of the strong front she put up, showing she wouldn't allow herself to be hurt again. She had been hesitant to trust people for the same reason.

But now that she got things out in the open with her parents, she could be open in all other areas of her life, too.


Cisco whistled appreciatively as he, Caitlin, Barry, Brady, and Cadence stepped out of the limo that pulled up to the front of Metropolis Museum of Natural History, seeing all of the well dressed men and woman as they practically glided up the steps to go inside.

"And I thought Bruce Wayne could throw a party," he commented, looking around. His eyebrows rose as Barry turned his way. "And trust me when I say I've tried using Dr. Wells's connections to try and get into a Bruce Wayne party."

"Does Dr. Wells know him?" Barry asked.

"No," Caitlin commented. "But Cisco likes to think anyone with a sense of wealth does."

Cadence laughed. "Come on or we'll be late." She looked up as Barry held his arm out to her and she smiled, hooking her arm through his. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she did so, like flames licking at the heels of kindling.

He smiled back at her, the same way he had when he saw her in her dress, makeup, and heels to go out. (Not including when she caught him coming out of the shower). It was the same sort of look that a crush would give their crushee when waiting to take them to the Prom or any other similar event. And she couldn't help but get butterflies when she saw him dressed up in his tux, looking a little flustered. The way he pulled at the neck of his dress shirt before straightening Brady's bowtie as he stood proudly beside him made her feel the most comfort she had in a while.

Then she saw the way Cisco was looking at Caitlin and she knew she was going to have fun that night. No matter what happened.

Cadence hooked her arm through Barry's and led the way towards the steps of the museum. "So why are they holding the party here?" Barry asked.

"Because the Superman Museum was already booked tonight."

"Hmm, that's an idea," Cisco said. With his right arm hooked through Caitlin's he held his left one in the air, as if reading off a headline. "A Flash Museum! Where there are exhibits of his battles, and then a gallery for all of his enemies. We can put the Cisco Treadmill in there, and different weapons—"

"Hmm, like the Heat and Cold guns?" Caitlin teased.

"You can put my slingshot in there," Brady offered.

"Or maybe put a statue out front so Barry can get an even bigger head than he already has," Cadence added. She stuck her tongue between her teeth as she smiled at him.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Barry said.

"What, like you really wouldn't want a museum about yourself," Cisco said. He rolled his eyes as Caitlin giggled. "Well, we can't all be Superman. Even if he is so cool."

"Okay, I can agree with you on that," Barry said.

The group walked into the museum and was immediately bombarded by the sound of a crowd of people talking in a very wide space. Cadence looked around, impressed. Her mother had done a great job with the decorations that day. Nash Advertising's colors of gray and white were prominent throughout the tables with bursts of color coming from the flower centerpieces and the dessert table.

"There's no kids here," Brady whined as he stuck by Cadence's side.

"That's alright. Mom told me that we'd be sitting together so you're going to be hanging out with the cool kids," Cadence reassured him. She looked up just as an older latino man with graying hair excitedly headed her way. "Lana! It's been so long, how are you?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Cadence could see Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin looking at her funny. "Sorry, Mr. Hernandez, I'm Cadence. Not Lana."

"Of course, of course!" He held up a hand in apology. "I'm sorry, I should have you two sorted out by now. I'm sure you get it all the time."

"You have no idea," Cadence replied. "But I heard she's still in Africa."

"Yes, yes and we're all so proud of her. And proud of you as well. Going off to Central City and making a great name for yourself. Your mother and father have certainly been bragging about you. It's great to see that you've come back to Metropolis to help Kent celebrate his 25 years."

"We're glad to be here to celebrate," Cadence said smoothly. She motioned to her friends. "These are my friends Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, and Caitlin Snow. Mr. Hernandez had been working as my dad's accountant until he retired a few years ago."

"No better man to work for," Mr. Hernandez replied. Then he noticed Brady. "And this can't be little Braden. I haven't seen you since you were this tall." He held his hand a few feet above the ground.

"I like to go by Brady," he corrected. Brady's eyes scrunched up. "Have we met before?"

"Twice."

Cadence didn't feel the need to explain that it was when she and her parents were figuring out what money Cadence would have moved to her banking accounts when she was first moving to Central City on her own.

"Well, you have a great time tonight. All of you."

"Thank you."

Cadence led the way across the floor once more, stopping every once in a while to point some people out. "That's Mayor Fleming. She got voted in a few years ago. So far she's doing a great job, from what I've heard. That's some of the press from the Daily Planet, and I think Lex Luthor is supposed to be here,"—she noticed Cisco perk up—"but don't quote me on that, I'm not so sure about it." Cisco immediately deflated once more.

"Don't worry about it, Cisco," Caitlin reassured him. "I'm sure you're going to meet someone famous enough."

"It seems like everyone here is famous," Barry murmured.

"My dad worked with a lot of different clients in a lot of different areas." She then noticed Barry looking at her. Cadence's eyes shifted back and forth. "What?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. "It's just…before coming back here, when you used to talk about your mom and dad, I don't know…you'd be really tense about it. Now you sound really proud."

Shrugging, Cadence continued to point out other things about the extravagant venue. She didn't want to get into it yet, it wasn't the right time. "Live music is always played at these things," she said, motioning to the jazz band that was playing. "Best food served. Open bar, too. So I should probably be careful if someone gets too close. They like to keep people drunk so they donate more money to these things and—"

"And yes, they will still card you at the bar."

The group turned as Oliver Queen came to a stop behind them. A smile was on his face, a pleasant change than from the intense scowl he usually held while saving his home of Starling City.

"Hey, Oliver," Barry greeted him, holding out his hand.

Oliver held out his and grasped Barry's, firmly shaking it. "It's nice to see you, Barry. It's nice to see all of you."

"I didn't know you were coming," Cadence remarked.

"Well Nash Advertising has worked well with Queen Industries over the years and I know my mother would work through any cosmic force to kill me if I didn't attend," Oliver explained. His eyes moved over the group for a moment. "If I knew you were coming I could've joined in on your group date."

"Oh! No!" Cisco immediately broke in, holding up a hand. "This isn't…it's not…it's more like a whole group, cohesive unit thing." He started to lace his fingers together. "You know, a group…chill, hang thing."

Brady tilted his head to the side. "Cisco, stop being a dork."

"Ok, got it," Cisco said. He didn't seem undeterred as everyone laughed.

Cadence looked over at Barry, who pulled at the collar of his shirt once more. "Uh, so, Oliver. Did you come here with Felicity?" Oliver blinked rapidly, clearing his throat, and Caitlin elbowed Barry in the side. "Ow! What? What'd I say?"

"Actually, Felicity came with her boyfriend, Ray Palmer," Oliver explained, almost stumbling over the word.

Cadence was about to ask when that happened, having seen the chemistry that she and Oliver had when trying to stop the Suicide Squad and Assassination Bureau months before. "So did you come here with anyone or…?"

"Yes, actually," Laurel Lance said as she came up behind Oliver. She smiled at him, gently swatting him on the shoulder. "And it seems that he was so excited to say 'hi' that he left me behind."

Oliver smiled innocently. "I knew you'd catch up at some point. You always do."

Laurel chuckled then turned to the others. "It's good to see you guys again. Cisco, you look very nice."

"Yeah, thanks," Cisco managed to say after a second of stammering.

"It's good to see you, too, Laurel." Caitlin was the one to initiate the greeting hugs between all of them. Laurel laughed as Brady grabbed her around the waist and hugged her tightly then cautiously reached out his hand to shake Oliver's, who shook it fondly. "Are you guys sitting at our table?"

"Yes, we already found our nametags and everything," Laurel said. She looked around the room. "Reminds me of the shindigs that the Queens would put on. I always felt a little out of place. Then again, not as many people are as used to this as the Queens are."

"We get it, Laurel, I was spoiled rotten," Oliver said.

"So'm I," Brady piped up, making everyone laugh again. "Can we eat now?"

"Yeah, looks like the first round of food is coming around." Cadence dropped her arm from Barry's and grasped Brady's shoulders. "And I'm going to make sure you get there without running to the dessert table first."

"Aww." Brady's shoulders slumped as he was steered off.

For the next half hour the crowd mingled, eating hors d'oeuvres and talked to each other, waiting for the event to start. Cadence, Oliver, and Laurel were deep in a conversation about some of the older part goers they had known since they were young when Barry cleared his throat before tapping Cadence on the shoulder, holding out his hand.

Cadence smiled and took it and the two went out on the dance floor. Barry moved one hand to Cadence's waist and used the holder to hold her hand as they gently swayed to the jazz music. Cadence rested her free hand on his shoulder. "So, what do you think so far?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"This doesn't really seem like you," Barry admitted. "I mean, I get it in terms of you having a certain taste about things sometimes. But events like this doesn't really seem like you."

"It's not," Cadence agreed. "I've always been bored when going to these things. Mostly because I hated having to dress up for them. Don't get me wrong, I can't resist a nice dress, but jeans and sneakers and I'm good. It just goes with the lifestyle." She thought back to what her mom had said before and let out a quiet sigh.

Barry immediately noticed. "Is everything okay?"

Geez he was really perceptive. It must be his speed thing, Cadence thought. He sees everything slowly. "Better now," she said honestly.

"That's good, because I was starting to wonder if you were going to have any fun while you were here. Like, maybe regretted deciding to come back."

"I always have fun when you guys are around. My life would be immensely boring without you guys. Especially Cisco, I mean,"—she rolled her eyes—"It's not a date, it's a group, hang, chill thing." She lowered her voice to mimic Cisco's, making the two laugh.

Barry laughed with her. Then he lowered his gaze. "I, well, I know you invited us as a group. But I, uh, I wasn't…I didn't—"

"—didn't mean to ask me out?" Cadence interrupted.

"Yeah, no, I mean. I, yeah. Yes! I wanted to I-I did!" Barry took in a deep breath. "I mean, you look amazing tonight, Cade."

"Thanks, Tholly," Cadence said softly.

"I meant it. And the thing is that I've always noticed it and I know that my timing is never that great, ironically enough."

"Actually, I think your timing is spot on."

Barry smiled. He pulled Cadence a little closer. He could feel her pulse through her hand as it warmed in his. "I really like hanging out with you, you're a great friend. More than a friend, actually. And I was thinking we could—"

There was a sudden pulse of energy that crashed into the two. Cadence felt her feet start to slide out from beneath her and she instinctively crouched low to keep her balance. Barry grabbed onto her arms and crouched with her as the two turned to see the source of the sudden disturbance.

An African-American man stood at the side of the room with a gun in hand, moving it back and forth across the room. Beside him was standing by him, sending out blasts from his eyes that continued to knock people over send glasses and dishware to the ground, accompanying the screams of frightened party-goers. A bigger man raced forward to subdue them but the man sending out the eyeblasts grabbed him with one hand to the chest and flung him aside.

"A meta?" Barry asked.

Cadence's eyebrows came together. "I thought they were only in Central City."

"So did I."

"I'm sure you all know what Mr. Martin and I've come here for!" The African-American man shouted. "We've got some of Metropolis's richest here tonight. Empty your wallets and everything will be okay!"

Around them everyone started to do as they were told. Cadence looked up at Barry before the two looked around the room. They locked eyes with Oliver and slowly started to make their way back out of the room, moving quietly. The two men started to move through the room, taking all of the money and jewelry that was taken out for them.

With the attention away from them, Barry, Oliver, and Cadence hurried out into a back stairwell. Cadence grabbed the railing to keep herself from falling as she moved to keep up with them.

"Do we have an ID on any of them?" She asked Oliver as soon as they came to the landing.

"Joseph Martin and Robert DuBois, also known as Atomic Skull and Bloodsport," Oliver recited, looking at his phone. He held it up and turned it towards them. "Atomic Skull has the power of atomic blasts, superhuman strength, agility, and endurance. Bloodsport is a mercenary who has a gun filled with Kryptonite Bullets." He shook his head. "And I thought Cisco came up with awful nicknames."

"Yeah, it's best if you don't let him hear that," Barry said.

"If Bloodsport's a mercenary, there's someone else he's working for. Someone who wants him to kill someone in there," Cadence explained. She clenched her hands as they started to glow. It was hard when her friends were in danger, but when her family was in danger as well that's where she drew the line. "There's a third person we're looking for."

"You've got eyes on him then," Barry said. Cadence nodded. "And Oliver and I will take on Bloodsport and the Atomic Skull."

"What are we going to do for cover?" Oliver asked. "We don't have time to get our suits."

"I can handle that," Cadence said. "But I'll need your help, Barry."

"Fire tornado?" He asked.

"Fire tornado."

"We'll have to take them down fast, before anyone gets hurt. It'll take some time to collect the money and jewelry from everyone in there. That's the window of opportunity we'll need to take." Oliver said. "On my mark."

But Barry raced upstairs in a blinding burst of speed.

Oliver pressed his lips together, a vein starting to throb at his temple. "I said on my mark!" He barked after him.

"Mark," Cadence said and grabbed his arm, teleporting them into the party.


A/N: Family issues can be so complicated sometimes. I hope they showed well here. Sorry for the wait on the chapter, I hope you enjoyed it all the same. I definitely did. Especially with Cisco, he's always fun to write.

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-Riles