AN: This is it! Final chapter! Hope all 10k or so was enjoyable...

Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash.

Seven o'clock came sooner than expected. Right as Caitlin's clock chimed to signal the new hour, there was a hurried stream of knocking.

"Caitlin! Caitlin open up!" Barry said. He sounded as if he was clenching his teeth. Caitlin went as fast as she could with only one high heel on, and jerked the door open quickly.

Barry was standing there with a pained expression on his face. Caitlin didn't even have to ask what the hell happened. His shoes were, very visibly, smoking. They were smoking quite a bit, actually, and Caitlin had no doubt that the soles of his shoes had been burned through, and his feet had been burned.

Her suspicions confirmed true when Barry collapsed three feet through the door, groaning.

"Did you run all the way here? Barry, you live twenty minutes away!" Caitlin said, peeling his ruined shoes off his feet not-so-carefully.

"I...didn't...want to wait," Barry said through groans while his socks stuck to the burned flesh of his feet.

"Barry, I'm not worth third degree burns for," Caitlin said, peeling away his socks quickly, as to get it over with.

Barry inhaled sharply before saying, "You're right...you're worth fourth degree burns for,"

Caitlin couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks, and she bit back a smile.

"It's already started healing, if you can feel it. Third degree burns damage nerves and you normally can't feel them...all the same, I'm going to have to clean it up,"

Caitlin returned with a rag soaked in warm water and a tube of antibiotic cream.

"This is probably going to hurt. Your nerves will have reconstructed even more at this point," Caitlin said, pressing the cloth to one of Barry's feet. He drew his breath.

"That's disgusting," Barry said, his stomach churning at the sight of his burned skin peeling off.

"I've seen worse," Caitlin said, clearing the other foot before applying the ointment.

"Doesn't make it less disgusting,"

Caitlin laughed, "That may be true,"

Barry tried to stand, but winced and sat back down.

"It's going to take a good half hour to heal. Don't get up," Caitlin said, placing her hand on his chest to make sure he stayed put.

"Even on a date, you still act like my personal physician," Barry said with a smile. His face then twisted up, "My feet smell like cucumbers,"

Caitlin laughed as she sat down on the floor beside him.

"We've got some time to kill," Caitlin said, and that only meant one thing...

Fifteen minutes later...

"How the hell do you keep beating me at this? It's checkers!" Barry exclaimed in frustration.

"I didn't do stupid stuff -like barbecuing my feet," Caitlin said, nodding her head towards his feet, which were considerably better.

"That hurts, Caitlin. That hurts," Barry said with fake sincerity.

"Your feet should be better by now. Are you ready to go?" Caitlin said, slipping on her other shoe before standing and offering her hand to Barry. Barry pulled himself up, shifting on his feet to make sure he was "barbecue free".

"Ready," Barry said, "Wait. I don't think walking around barefoot is a good idea,"

Caitlin mentally slapped herself in the head when she remembered Barry's toasted shoes in the trash can.

"Right," Caitlin said, "I'll see what I can do,"

She returned a minute or so later with thick, stretchy brown house slippers.

"At least they're not pink," Caitlin said as he slipped them on.

"Right you are," Barry said, offering Caitlin his hand, "Shall we?"

It was later than they had originally planned when they reached Big Belly Burger, but when someone's feet get charred it kind of stops what you're doing for the time being. They sat down -Barry tripping over his chair- and ordered. After receiving the notion that it would be just a few minutes, Barry focused his attention on Caitlin.

"You like great tonight, by the way. I forgot to mention it earlier," Barry said, and Caitlin looked to her feet.

"Thank you, Barry," She said awkwardly. The next few minutes were silent, filled with awkward eye catches and other embarrassing flirtations. Both were thankful when the waiter brought their food out.

Barry picked up his burger, but his hands were the opposite of steady and the thing ended up on the ground, pickles and cheese spilling out onto the tile. He scooped it up, not thinking of the melted cheese, mayonnaise, and grease that would be stuck to his hands after he deposited the mess. He reached for a napkin, knocking his coke over in the process. The soda fizzled out over the table, into his lap and a little reached the floor and continued with a steady drip.

A hurried waiter came and mopped up the floor and gave them a tremendous stack of napkins to clean up the table. Caitlin said an apology to the waiter about the mess and continued to nibble on her fries as she helped wipe up the mess on the table with Barry. When it was all done, Caitlin took a few more minutes to eat.

"What do you say we head on back before I break my spine or something?" Barry said, staying a good distance away from his refilled coke.

"I'd say that's a smart idea," Caitlin said. They paid at the front, and Barry had offered to walk Caitlin home. She had accepted, not wanting him to go so soon -even if they did both have work in the morning.

Upon reaching Caitlin's apartment door, neither made any move to open the door.

"Thank you, for tonight, Barry," Caitlin said, "It was fun,"

"I had a nice time. I mean, besides the part where I dropped my food on the floor and spilled my drink all over myself and now I'm all sticky," Barry said with a small chuckle.

"Um," Caitlin said, fiddling for her keys as Barry began to look at her affectionately. She stopped when he grabbed her elbow.

She was frozen, her brown eyes locked on his green ones in a trance. She felt herself bite her lip again, and Barry inched forward. Caitlin leaned on her toes, slightly, to meet his lips. They pulled apart, slightly, Barry resting his forehead on hers. Their eyes remained shut, smiles on their faces.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Caitlin Snow?" Barry whispered, opening his eyes but not pulling back.

"Yes, Barry," Caitlin whispered back, kissing him on the lips once more.

It was not a very good time for Caitlin's phone to ring, and no doubt Cisco knew this -but that didn't stop him from calling. Caitlin put him on speaker.

"Yo," He said.

"Hey, Cisco," Barry said, leaning against the wall.

"So, how'd it go?" Cisco asked.

"Well, other than the fact he got third degree burns from running over here, it was fine," Caitlin said, smiling at Barry.

"So are you two, like, a thing now?" Cisco asked.

Caitlin looked at Barry, who nodded, before she answered.

"Yes, Cisco," Caitlin.

"Well it's about damn time! Well, I guess my work here is done,"

Caitlin laughed, "Okay, Cisco,"

"Just promise me one thing," Cisco said.

"What?" Caitlin asked, a little afraid to hear.

"Promise me I still won't have to put baby gates all over STAR Labs,"

Caitlin snapped the phone shut, her eyes wide.

Caitlin opened her door, "Goodnight, Mr. Allen,"

Barry stepped back and waved, "Goodnight, Dr. Snow,"

AN: And, done!