A/N: Here we are at the end of the story or a new beginning; that's how I see it. And so, in this last chapter, we'll begin with Barry and Iris in present time. At the station, Barry and Eddie have a talk. Iris and Barry move in together, and then, later we'll travel back to the future to see what the Westallen family is up to. I'm putting this up now because next week's episode looks very upsetting. I'm bracing myself. I hope you enjoy this last chapter. A lot of ground to cover, so here we go!

There are no spoilers in this chapter. Read on!

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Chapter 10: All That I Need

Barry's apartment, present time:

The next morning, dawn was breaking, and Barry was awakened by sobbing. It was Iris. Without even thinking, he pulled her into his arms. After a few more sniffles, he handed her a tissue. She wiped at her eyes and blew her nose.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Barry asked as he stroked her hair.

Taking a deep breath, she whispered in a voice barely heard, "I remember what happened on the bridge, Barry."

She needed to do this. "Go on."

"We went for a walk and he knew that it was over between us, but I told him that we were in love and … he couldn't accept it. I apologized numerous times, but … he got upset and snapped at me, and that's when the yellow speedster showed up. It was horrible."

He pulled her closer. "Don't say anymore."

"But he lied in the hospital, Barry; why, why did he do that?"

"He didn't want to lose you, Iris," he replied. Barry was thinking that he may have done the same thing, but to deny her and put her in danger; no, he wouldn't have done that.

"I'm so glad you're here. I don't know what I would do without you," she confessed.

"You don't have to worry about that; not anymore," he stated firmly. His heart was pounding. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to comfort her, but he wanted so much more. "Iris?" He whispered in her ear, and kissed her temple, her cheek, and then he went lower. She didn't push him away.

"Oh, Bear," she whispered softly and closed her eyes. "You know it's strange to be here with you like this."

"I know." He sensed she wanted to talk some more. "I just wish I knew the right thing to say."

She pulled away and watched him carefully. "You always know what to say to me."

He chuckled. "Well, what do you know, I don't suck at everything." He paused and looked into her eyes. "But I believe in us for whatever that's worth."

She nodded. "That was the right thing to say," she said and smiled at him. "It's kind of like we're speaking the same language; like you know what I'm thinking, so you know what I want to hear."

All of that was true. "It's in the eyes, Iris."

"What are my eyes saying now?" She asked, staring into his eyes, heart pounding triple time.

"This," he replied, feeling encouraged. He lifted her chin, closed his eyes, and then he kissed her softly at first and then more deeply. He pulled away after a few minutes. "Oh, Iris." He sighed into her hair and pulled her close. He pulled away and smoothed her hair away from her face. "We'll take our time Okay?"

"I need you, Barry," she whispered softly.

"I need you too," he said. He leaned over and kissed her again, but instead of coaxing her, he waited for her to respond and after a few moments, she did. Pulling him closer, her hands in his hair, she opened her mouth inviting him in. Barry groaned as his mouth slanted to gain access and then his hands roamed over her body.

He pulled away after a moment of sweet kisses. Soon, they were naked and in each other's arms. Iris couldn't get close enough to him. Now that they were going to do this, her heart had never felt so free as if anything were possible. "Oh, Bear," she whispered, kissing his cheek, his ear, and his lips.

His open mouth kisses were everywhere and Iris could not catch her breath. His lips rained down her throat until they reached her beautiful breasts. He reached out and touched the nipple and it puckered waiting for his kisses. Her back arched in invitation and he happily obliged.

"Iris, you're so lovely," he murmured. Making love was a completely new experience for him, but with her, he knew it wouldn't be awkward or embarrassing. Everything with her just felt right. Barry immediately latched onto the nipple and swirled his tongue around it, then pulled it gently into his mouth and sucked to his heart's content. His lips moved to the other breast and Iris wanted to scream, it felt so good. His lips returned to hers, his tongue demanding an answer, his body pushed her down into the soft mattress as Iris wrapped her legs around him. Her arms curled around his shoulders and then they were in his hair to pull him closer. When he moaned deeply and pushed his hips against hers, she broke their kiss on a sigh and tried to pull air into her lungs.

Iris gasped at the sensation, her chest lifted up off the bed, the pleasure so sweet she moaned loudly as the heat pooled between her legs. His tongue shot back into her mouth, inflaming her. Iris squirmed and opened her legs wider, an invitation he couldn't ignore. His hand slipped beneath her and then penetrated her body with his finger sliding over her silky folds. Iris gasped again her head thrown back, her mouth open on a small moan. "Oh Barry, please," she panted.

Barry slid another finger inside her and moved them slowly in and out of her body. She was so hot and the little sounds she was making were driving him crazy. He couldn't wait another minute. Iris cried out as he filled her clinging to his shoulders. It felt so good, he was incredibly hard inside, and the position she was in caused him to sink so deeply inside her that he pressed against her cervix with each stroke.

Iris was on fire and moved with him matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. And then her orgasm broke over her as she trembled in his arms. But then she didn't know anything else as they made that climb high into the heavens where only lovers met and then fell back down to land safe and secure in each other's arms.

After he could gather enough air into his lungs to breathe, he kissed her temple and snuggled close.

"Bear?" Iris whispered pulling him closer. "What time is it?"

"It's still early," he replied and kissed her again.

She chuckled. After a few moments, she managed to speak, "I have to check in at work."

Barry sighed and pulled her closer. "I do too, but we have a bit more time," he said knowing that they needed to confront Eddie eventually.

She sighed as well. "Ok, let's not waste anymore."

He definitely agreed.

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A few days later, at the station:

After Iris had checked in at her job, they decided to wait a few more days before confronting Eddie. According to her Father, Eddie had apparently returned to work.

Hand in hand, Iris and Barry entered the station and everyone stopped and stared at them.

They glanced at each other and, without speaking, she headed to talk to her Father, and Barry approached Eddie, who tried to ignore him.

"Got a minute?" Barry asked.

"What is it Allen?" Eddie asked then poured a cup of coffee.

"We should talk, but not here," Barry responded.

Eddie sighed and turned to him. "We may as well get this over with; follow me."

Barry followed him upstairs, and then he entered the workout room. He wondered if they were going to beat each other to a pulp.

Eddie walked over to the window. "Well, spit it out." He sipped his coffee.

Barry followed him. "Iris has regained her memories, and she and I are together … for good."

"And?" He asked seemingly unconcerned.

"Is that all you're going to say?" Barry was getting worked up. Eddie was silent. "Look, Eddie, the only way for us to move past this is for you to apologize to her for what you said to her on the bridge. Just explain that you were afraid, and," he began.

"I meant every word I said. She is not my girlfriend. I was clear about that."

"But you lied to her in the hospital. She broke up with you and you lied to the speedster and to Iris."

"What does any of this matter?" He turned back to the window.

"It matters because, maybe we could," he stopped when Eddie turned and glared at him. Barry was taken aback by the venom that spewed from his eyes. How can I possibly tell him that we're brothers? I can't do it.

"If you expect friendship out of this, then you are sadly mistaken. I have no desire whatsoever to be friends with you or Ms. West for that matter. So, stay away from me and I'll stay away from you. Is that clear?"

"Very clear," Barry replied. He watched him leave, but he had one more question for him. He rushed after him. "Eddie, wait."

"What is it now?" Eddie asked still glaring at him.

"Does the name 'Malcolm Thawne,' mean anything to you?" He watched him carefully for any recognition of that name.

"Who the hell is that?" Eddie was getting fed up.

"Dr. Wells said that you two are connected, and," Barry replied, but he was interrupted.

"That quack? He's lying to you." He paused. "Did he tell you how this Malcolm is connected to me?"

"No, he didn't," he lied.

"You have to ask yourself why that is; now, I have a job to do." He left him in a huff.

Minutes later, Iris walked in. "How did it go? Did he deny it?"

"Yeah, he did," Barry thoughtfully replied.

"So he has no idea who this Malcolm Thawne could be?"

"He may be lying about that, but we really need to find out about this Dr. Gilbert and how he died. There must be a record somewhere about Malcolm and who he really is."

Iris sighed and touched his arm. "Maybe you should drop it," she told him again, feeling awful about all of it.

"I don't think I can. If he's my brother, then," Barry started. He hated to admit it, but a small part of him was hoping they could get along, at least for his Father's sake.

"Bear, it's going to take time for all of us to heal. And like I told your Father, it may not be possible for us to be friends, at least not right away."

He sighed and pulled her close. "You may be right," he whispered.

She knew him so well. "But you won't give up, will you?"

He pulled away. "Let's not talk about him, not right now."

"I agree," she said then she leaned up and kissed him.

Of course, he kissed her back.

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About a week later:

Iris was now all moved into Barry's apartment. Her Father was worried that they were moving too fast, but they were insistent on doing this. So much time wasted, and to think they could have been together over a year ago if only.

Barry was in the kitchen fixing dinner and Iris was in the living room surveying their new furniture, which had arrived over an hour ago. He shook his head at her. She was really into this furniture thing. They had shopped at three stores before finding the right living and dining room sets. He came into the living room and decided to play with her for a minute.

Iris seemed pleased with the furniture. "Well, what do you think?" She was a little worried about the placement, but everything seemed fine.

"I don't know, Iris, but the sectional is way too large. I thought it would fit; we measured it and everything." He paused at her outraged expression. "And the dining room," he shook his head, "That table is way too big and the chairs; I don't know," he began.

Iris frowned and looked at the furniture again. The living room set consisted of a sectional sofa, which was black leather, with accent pillows, a leather ottoman, lamps, and side tables. The dining room table was big enough, but not too big, with six chairs. Everything looked wonderful. "What are you talking about? These sets are perfect; modern and comfortable," she asked.

He scratched his chin. "We may have to return everything; we have a week. The salesman said if we weren't happy, we could do that without any questions asked."

Unreasonably upset, Iris crossed her arms, then, "Over my dead body."

He hid a chuckle, and then his eyebrows rose. "Wow, you're really into this furniture."

"Barry, there's nothing wrong with these pieces; everything is perfect." She glared at him and was that a twitch to his lips? "You sir, are a dead man."

"You have to catch me first," he said then turned and ran toward the bedroom. He was in bed, hands behind his head, and then Iris skidded to a stop. "What took you so long?"

"Oh you!" Then she jumped on top of him. They both laughed and rolled around for a minute, and then he tickled her. "Stop it; I can't breathe!"

"You know you love it!" Barry said and watched her face. She was so beautiful and desirable. It was all he could think about. Suddenly, the laughing stopped. Barry was on top of her, she was breathing heavily trying to catch her breath, and then the air in the room stilled.

Not taking his eyes from her face, he reached out and moved his hand underneath her shirt and before he knew what was happening, he touched her breast and squeezed, just brushing the nipple.

Iris closed her eyes, her chest lifting as if asking for more. He was only too happy to oblige. He leaned over her and helped her remove her shirt and her bra.

"Your turn," she whispered and helped him remove his shirt. Then they were clutching each other close.

He was kissing her cheek, her neck and then he went lower, and then, "What about dinner?" She purred in his ear.

"Oh, no!" He exclaimed and jumped out of bed.

Iris rolled her eyes, grabbed her shirt and slipped it on. Upon entering the kitchen, she watched him scurry about, moving pots and pans around, trying to save their meal. "Well, should I call take-out or not?"

He sighed. It was no use. He then handed her the cell phone. "Sorry."

Sighing, she dialed for pizza; with his favorite toppings.

"How much time do we have before the delivery man shows up?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Thirty minutes," she replied and ran back to the bedroom.

He caught her in seconds, picked her up and headed back to the bedroom.

Thirty minutes later, after making love, they were exhausted, but hungry too. The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it; don't move!" He said and slipped on his pants.

Soon, they were eating pizza in bed. It was so good, they savored each piece. After finishing off most of the pizza, they stared at each other.

"Bear, is this actually happening, I mean?" Iris was still surprised at how easily they had slipped back into their old ways.

"This is us; you and me. Sure, we have these deep feelings for each other, but it's different now, and I have to say, I've never been happier," he admitted smiling.

"I am too; I mean, when I got upset about the furniture, I just," she hesitated.

"You what?"

"I don't want to mess this up; not with you," she admitted tearfully.

He reached for her and pulled her close. "If anyone messes up, it will be me, but we've both learned a lot over the past year."

She pulled away. "What did you learn?" She was serious about that question.

He could see that she wanted an honest discussion. "Well, I learned not to take anything for granted. I took you for granted Iris. I thought you would always be there waiting for me, but then the coma happened and," he couldn't finish.

She touched his cheek. "I learned a crucial lesson too; after your confession, I learned the hard way, not to hide from what's paramount, meaning you and me and our feelings."

He pulled her close, and then she couldn't help but think about the other one. "Barry, you told me that I hadn't died in the future, but," she began.

"Iris, there was nothing else I could say about that, only that we are together. You are not with Eddie; that's all I know," he lied.

"Okay; I won't ask you again," she said and pouted prettily.

"Good; now, no more talking," he whispered and lean back pulling her with him. She was on top of him. She smoothed her hair away from her face, then he thought about it and maybe this one thing will stop her from asking about the future, at least for a little while. "There is one thing I can tell you about the future."

Her eyes brightened. "What is it?"

He chuckled; she looked like an excited child. "Well, you and I will become the hottest team in Central City, meaning," he let that hang.

"Do you mean that you and I are working together to save our city and maybe even the world?" She'd dreamed of that happening. He nodded. "Oh Barry, that's wonderful." She threw her arms around his neck and she kissed him soundly.

He kissed her back. After a few minutes, still kissing her, he then rolled her onto her back, and then he pulled away and smiled, "Happy?"

Eyes shining, she whispered, "What do you think?"

They both smiled from ear to ear. She pulled his head down and kissed him again.

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In the future, the Westallen house:

It was early morning and Barry was finding it difficult to sleep. He left Iris in bed and went into the living room. Glancing at the family photos, he sat down thinking about the past.

Iris found him minutes later. She touched his arm startling him. "Hey, I missed you; what is it, or do I need to ask?"

He chuckled. "You know what it is."

Sighing, she sat down beside him. "The past?"

"Yeah, I just regret not telling him everything about you know; the Thawnes," he sadly replied.

"Honey, you did the right thing. They had to find out for themselves."

"I know, but," he began, but he was interrupted.

"Mom! Dad!" It was the kids and they were definitely awake.

"Come on," Iris said and pulled him up. "Time to eat."

Before she could go, he pulled her to him and kissed her quick. "I know what you're thinking."

"Oh you do, do you?" Iris asked.

"Oh yeah, you're thinking of the younger one, aren't you?"

He amazed her sometimes. "Yeah, I was, he sure was good-looking, and so young," she murmured and grinned at his expression. He shook his head at her. She smiled and pulled him close. Sighing, then, "I was also thinking about that day when I finally confessed my feelings and," she couldn't finish. After a moment, Barry suddenly realized that Iris was getting upset. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Oh, Barry, nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is wonderful. It's just … I never really had the chance to think about what could have happened if I hadn't regained my memories or the fight with the yellow speedster." She paused and pulled him closer. "You almost died Barry."

He kissed her temple and hugged her close. He hoped to make her feel better by talking about her favorite subject; their children. "You know, Don, he's so much like you Iris, it scares me."

She pulled away a little surprised by that comment. "Like me? Really?" She sniffed and smiled at that.

"Yes, he is. He's always asking questions about everything under the sun. Does that remind you of anyone?"

"Well, maybe me, just a little. And Dawn, who is she like?"

"Dawn is smart and has the kindest heart I've ever seen much like ...Ummm," he hesitated.

"Like someone you know... she's exactly like you, Bear and don't tell me you don't know that."

"Yeah, I do, and that scares me too. She's too trusting, believing everyone is good inside, but that's not always the case."

"I know, but they're still so young and have a lot of growing up to do. I'm so relieved we don't have to worry about your secret being out there and we can live our lives in peace." Barry was also thinking about that, but she continued. "I was thinking that in ten years before they're fully powered like you, ten years before they start racing all over town, just like you, and goodness knows what else."

"And let us not forget, in ten years, they'll be teenagers and we both know what that's like." Barry shook his head remembering.

"Oh, my god Barry, teenagers?!" Iris gasped. They both stared at each other not quite believing it could actually happen. Then, they shook their heads, smiled and hugged each other knowing that they'll be together as a family, and that's all that mattered. They would be there for each other no matter what.

"MOM! DAD! We're hungry!"

"Coming!" They both cried in unison.

A little while later, after everyone was seated at the table for breakfast, Barry stared at his family. Iris knew what he was thinking, so she took his hand.

After breakfast, the kids were on their way to school and they were about to head off to work, but Iris needed to say something. "Bear, I forgive you."

He frowned. "Oh boy, what did I do now?"

She chuckled. "It's nothing bad; it's about me always asking questions about this, the future; all of this, you and me, and our family."

"Oh, I see." He then thought about her countless questions. "I wanted to tell you so badly."

"I'm so glad you didn't."

"Really, are you sure about that?"

"Well, you finally did tell me when our children were born, which was the perfect gift, well besides the kids."

He chuckled. "I thought so too." He took her hand. "Are you ready to go?"

"In a minute," she replied then she leaned up and kissed him sweetly.

Everything would be alright now, and they would be together, no matter what the future may hold.

The end!

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Song Inspiration: Find My Way Back, Cody Fry.

A/N: Aww, they are so sweet. Well, I hope you enjoyed this final chapter. The season finale is right around the corner. I'm excited to watch it and hope the writers give Iris something to do, but finding out Barry's secret, is at the top of that list. They may not get together officially by the end of the season, but maybe we'll see that spark that always happens when they're in the same room together! Thank you all for taking this journey with me. Please, comment or kudo for this last chapter. And keep reading! :D