Caitlin had to admit she rather liked this position, though it was strenuous as her legs were high up in the air and hooked over Harry's shoulders. He was crouching on the bed, driving into her, causing her to see stars and so, so much more than that. His muscles were flexing and shining with sweat from all the exertion and it only created an additional stimuli for her. Not that she actually needed one, but it was welcomed all the same because she loved both his body and soul so much.

When her orgasm finally ripped through her, leveling her completely, she didn't even know where she ended and Harrison began or whose limbs was whose. Her head and arms fell back to the bed as he unhooked her legs and then lay down beside her, his chest raising and falling as rapidly as her own, both of them being completely out of breath and in need of a shower.

"It's official," he finally panted out when his voice returned, "one of those days you'll kill me, Snow. I'm too old for this."

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a frown, looking aside at his still so impressive body. "You're healthy and extremely active. There's nothing wrong with some additional exercise," she told him and he chuckled.

"You're just saying this so you could use me some more."

"Of course I am. But it's also happens to be the truth," she teased him and then moved closer, snuggling up to his side, his arm automatically reaching for her and taking her in. "I missed this, you know," she then said when kissing the salty skin her lips happened to be the closest to.

"Yeah," he agreed with a sigh. "Honestly, I'm still kind of waiting to wake up," he confessed.

"Well, Harry," her voice grew serious, their position unchanged, her hand drawing random patters over his chest, "things aren't exactly perfect. I'm still hosting Killer Frost, so you have to know you're wide awake. In a perfect world, in a… dream, all you'd get back would just be me alone."

"Things are perfect to me," he argued, meeting her eyes, her own watering slightly. He immediately reached to wipe a tear that flowed down her cheek. "Well, tell me," he then prompted, "what exactly you've been doing for the last few weeks."

"Oh…" she hesitated, her hand ceasing to move over his skin. "I… I'm not too proud of that," she finally said, but didn't reveal any details.

"Snow, come on. You know you can tell me anything and I'll never judge. I will only always love you. Unconditionally."

"And then you just have to say stuff like that, don't you?" she sighed and came to a stop. "God, I missed this so much… I don't know how could I…"

"I thought we were past this," he reminded her, his hold on her tightening and then he reached to the top of her head to place a soft kiss there. "You didn't. It was all her."

"Still, I should've fought harder…"

"I told you once that you were the strongest woman I've ever known and I still stand by that notion, Caitlin. I saw your struggle. I saw how you fought. No one could have done a better job."

"I…" she started and stopped, clearly trying to find the right words, to put it in a way so he would understand. "I wanted to get back to you as soon as I forced Killer Frost to take the cure, but… half-way to the Labs I just couldn't do it, Harry. She took over again and I was terrified that this time it would be forever, that the cure didn't work and that was it. That I would be forever trapped in there with her."

"So… you are still there with her when she takes over?" he asked, his arms tightening around her some more.

"No. I thought I would, but in the end I just woke up with no recollection of what happened and all this time missing… I decided to take another approach, find some solution to how I could control her better so she wouldn't resurface again. I found… Amunet Black."

"Who's that?"

"Basically a criminal. Black market dealer and I know that going to her and asking for help was stupid, but I was running out of ideas."

"You could've called your mother."

"I did."

"Oh?"

"There was nothing she could do for me anymore, but she was happy it was me. I promised her I would get all the control back. She sounded… weird, though, I don't know. Like she wanted to tell me something just then, but when I prompted what it was, she changed her mind."

"Maybe she wanted to ask about me," Harry guessed and chuckled. "She's actually grown quite fond of me."

"You don't say!" Caitlin finally changed her position, supporting herself on her elbows, so she could have a better view at his face.

"We bonded over the cure."

"I bet you did. Anyways, I heard rumors that Amunet Black might be in the possession of a technology that could help me, so I reached out to her. It worked, Harry. I think I finally started to gain more control. Killer Frost still comes up to play whenever I'm in danger, when I'm nervous or scared, but I'm dealing with that. At least it's better than not being here at all. Sadly, I couldn't get back just yet. She owed Amunet a few favors in exchange."

"Oh, please, tell me you're done helping that woman. Please, tell me there's nothing more she wants from you."

"I wish it were that simple. We're pretty much even, but it's not so easy to just leave her with no consequences. I guess I would have to deal with it as it comes at me."

"If you need any help…" he immediately offered.

"No, Harry," Caitlin denied right away. "This is my mess, so I will take care of it when the time comes. She won't hurt me, so don't you worry. Well… she won't hurt Killer Frost, but same difference, right?"

"Not quite, but I get the point."

"So… what now?" she asked and he was silent for a moment, trying to understand what she meant by that. "We're just gonna pick up where we left off?" she hinted.

"I don't see why not. I mean… We've pretty much started on that already." He pointed their naked state.

"That's not what I mean, Harry. Am I supposed to just show up in the cortex?"

"We do need to get Barry back, you know. And I'm sure you can help with that."

"I probably can, but… I guess there's just so much I need to make up for…" her voice trailed off as she clearly started remembering all those things when biting on her lip.

"Hey," Harry followed with, his hand going up to her face and his thumb releasing the abused lip, gently rubbing the spot afterwards. "Snow, that wasn't you, ok? You have absolutely nothing to make up for. If so, they should be grateful you fought so well."

"I wish it were that easy. Once they see me… all they're gonna remember will be her."

"Hey, none of that," he disagreed again when pulling her closer and kissing her slowly before saying, "You had no problem with seeing me despite the face I'm wearing."

"That… that was… different," she tried to argue, but she saw that this fight was already lost.

"Yeah? How is it different, exactly? Let's just get up, take a shower and show up for work, shall we? Even if it's late."

Caitlin's heart was pounding like crazy when she walked into the building and headed towards the elevators alongside Harry, her hand in his. In fact, the closer they were getting to the cortex, the more she was holding on to him, desperately fighting the urge inside of her, telling herself that she wasn't terrified, that Killer Frost couldn't possibly show up now, that her villainous alter-ego had no business here. She couldn't possibly screw this up. She wouldn't.

Her heart stopped hammering so viciously in her chest because Cisco was the first person whom she spotted there and he actually smiled widely to her, happy that she was back and that Harry was there with her. She was sure the late hour did not miss his attention and he knew exactly what that meant. In the end, he even winked at her and then, when she finally crossed the threshold, he walked straight towards her to give her a hug.

"Girl! I'm so glad to have you back! We need you!"

"Um… no, we don't and what the hell is she doing here anyways?!" they suddenly heard a very hostile voice and that was Iris.

Oh, boy, Caitlin thought, here we go.

"Iris, I just want to help," she slowly turned to the woman after Cisco released her from his arms.

"Dude, what's your deal?!" he attacked the woman and Snow cringed, because she so did not want that to happen. "You know how much we need her!"

"Iris, I am truly sorry for everything I did while being Killer Frost…" Caitlin started then and was again immediately interrupted, this time by Harry.

"That wasn't you, damn it! So stop apologizing! Killer Frost should be apologizing, not you!" he argued and she actually shot him a look. He seemed to understand that she didn't want the team to know that Frost was still a part of her. At least not now. They had too much on their plate already.

"I know!" Iris yelled to their surprise. "It's not what I meant! Where have you been for the last few weeks?! We needed you then!"

"Well, she's here now," they heard Joe's voice coming from behind them and they all turned to see him just arriving at the cortex. "Caitlin, it's nice to see you… well, being you."

"Joe, I am so sorry about Cecile. I never meant…"

"Seriously, Snow!" by now Harry begged. "How many times…?!"

"It's ok. It's all forgiven. I know that you, Caitlin Snow, m.d., would never try to hurt any of us," Joe assured her and she smiled at him, eventually hugging him as well before Cisco pulled both her and Harry aside.

After helping Cisco with the canon and quite unsuccessfully bringing Barry back, Caitlin finally arrived at her old lab, feeling drained and defeated. One step forward, two steps back, right? And they were so sure that they would save Barry. In fact, she still couldn't understand what had gone wrong.

She sat behind her desk and started checking her drawers at random, eventually coming across a Valentine Day's card signed by HR in Harry's name.

She stilled, sitting back and staring at the piece of paper, remembering the man and feeling like crying.

"What are you doing?" she heard Harry's voice coming from the door.

"Has Iris calmed down already?" she just asked with a sigh.

"More or less. Ramon can't seem to get her, but I understand. She's still in denial. It's easier for her to actually hate Allen for leaving rather than accept that he's gone and might not be coming back."

"I'm truly sorry you had to go through something like this with both the women you loved," Caitlin told him when meeting his eyes as he crossed the room to get to her.

"She did, too, you know. If I remember correctly. Eddie, was it? Anyways, stop. Snow, please, just stop, ok? I am so done listening to your apologizes. In fact, I'm sick of them."

"Fine," she agreed, because quite frankly, she was sick of thinking about what had happened as well. She had to look into the future. That was a much more pleasant place to be when not even the present was satisfying enough for them as they couldn't get Barry back. Maybe the speedforce was smarter than all of them combined in the end, after all.

Harry stopped right behind her, his hands reaching to her shoulders, massaging them gently. It was then that he saw what she was looking at.

"I feel sorry that he died," Caitlin expressed herself. "Even more so when I…" she came to a stop and then quickly corrected herself, "when Killer Frost had a hand in it, too."

"Actually, it was all Savitar," Harry argued.

It was then that tears started to flow again.

"You know, I… I've never… I've never grieved HR properly, too busy with Killer Frost, too busy missing you, Barry…"

Harry leaned forward and put his arms around her, letting her get it all out.

"He was a good man," he finally admitted, meaning HR. "In fact, a much better one than I could ever be."

Caitlin knew how difficult it must've been for him to admit that, so she truly appreciated it. Still, she disagreed, "No. You were the same at your core."

"And yet, you love me."

"Strange, isn't it?" she teased him, choosing to go with a lighter note. "I should've gone for someone who was actually sweet…"

"…to the point of being sick?" Harry followed with and she swatted him playfully on the chest when turning around in her seat.

In that moment, they heard Cisco's voice coming through the comms.

"Guys! Cecile said they got Barry on the precinct!"

Harry and Caitlin exchanged surprised glances before quickly heading for the door.

One step forward, two steps back.

Caitlin could as well take that as the team's new motto, because so what that they had Barry back if he wasn't their Barry? She was actually very puzzled as she was just now watching him interact with the rest of the team, nothing working to restore his mind so far. The strangest thing was that he was in a perfect health and technically, there was nothing wrong with him. Well, other than the lack of an actual mind since he was talking gibberish, if this house is bitchin' phrase was any testament to that.

Right now he was mumbling something about diapers and Cait just pressed her hand to her forehead, rubbing there since she was really out of ideas.

"Are you sure it's not something else?" she heard Harry's voice coming from behind her. "Something we haven't thought about yet?"

"But what? I ran every possible test. There's just… there's nothing wrong with him, Harry."

"Yeah," Harrison sighed and then brought his hands to her arms, running them up and down gently. "Nothing makes sense anymore, does it?"

Snow agreed, but he still couldn't help but think that there must be more to this stage of Barry's mind. Maybe something connected to the speedforce. It wasn't as though they had the means of actually testing it with the mysterious samuroid on the loose as Cisco had deemed him before.

In the end, they all agreed that Barry would be the safest in the pipeline as he accidentally started superspeeding and it was Caitlin who had to ice him down when using the cold gun. Luckily for her, she wasn't particularly rattled, so there was no danger of Killer Frost making an appearance.

"Does the phrase this house is bitchin' mean anything to you?" Cisco was just now asking stunned Barry whereas the rest of the team were both happy to have him back and even more confused by his lack of memories following his disappearance into the speedforce. It was actually Iris who'd brought the Barry they all knew and loved back by almost sacrificing herself to the samuroid. To Caitlin, her friend's brain was still a mystery and an even bigger one now than before, because how he could just jump from having no recollection of what was happening around him to knowing and remembering them all but not being able to tell what had happened to him in the speedforce? In the end, they just decided to let it go and not question their blessings that were definitely her and Harry being back along with Barry freed from the speedforce and the samuroid taken care of. For tonight, the city was safe and tomorrow was another day when they would all show up for work, ready for another crisis.

No one questioned her being herself again, thankfully, so she didn't have to lie or worse – tell them the whole truth. She trusted the team since they'd become her family, but she wasn't sure how well they would take the fact that Killer Frost was still a part of her. That was probably a conversation for another day – or maybe just for sometime in the future.

"So, you're afraid of telling them or just wanted to leave that piece of news for later?" Harry asked the moment they came back to their apartment, him finally managing to grab the bag he'd left in the Labs before and send a message to Jesse that everything was all right and both Snow and Barry were back on the team. Also, needless to say, he wasn't going back to Earth 2 anytime soon. "Oh, wait…" he then himself came to a stop when Caitlin took off her leather jacket and headed to the kitchen. "You don't want them to know. Why is that? You must know that they're going to accept you."

"Me, yeah," Snow said. "Her? Not so much."

"Caitlin, you can't honestly think they're going to start looking for a better cure just to be sure Killer Frost is never going to hurt anyone else," Harrison argued when following her.

"I don't know, Harry. I guess not. I just… I need some time to deal with it all. I don't think they're ready to hear the whole story about me and Killer Frost and… well, Amunet."

"They love you just as much as I do… ok, no, that came out wrong," he then said, "because no one and I will say this again, no one loves you as much as I do."

That finally did it. She smiled at him brightly and he was kind of hoping for a kiss, but instead she just turned from him and reached to her bag.

"I'm going to give you all the time you need, Snow," he added, a little confused to why exactly she refused to get all cuddly when normally it was never a problem with her. "Snow?" he then followed with a frown. "Are you even…? What is this?" he asked, seeing that she was handing him something.

"This, my dearest dr. Wells, is your brand new ID," she informed with a huge grin. "Apparently, Cisco called Felicity when we were both gone and she cooked this up. You're officially a long lost twin of Harrison Wells, so technically, you can make a life for yourself here. You can… well, stay, if you want to."

For a moment there, he was simply speechless, not knowing how to react to this. Honestly, they'd begun talking about fixing his small identity problem before, but with Killer Frost there was never any time to actually get down to it. And now it was simply done. He was holding his new ID in his hands and…

"Harold?!" he suddenly exclaimed in horrification. "Are you kidding me?! Couldn't Felicity and Cisco come up with something better than this? Wait a moment… it was totally Ramon's idea, wasn't it?! He just had to have this one!"

"Relax," Caitlin said, trying really hard not to burst out laughing at the expression on his face or actually snap him a picture, so she could show it to Cisco. "You couldn't possibly keep the name Harrison. You don't exactly name twins the same, so be glad that it still starts with H."

"Glad?! Glad?! Couldn't Ramon at least give me some normal name like Tom or…"

"Harry, seriously," Caitlin cut in when reaching to him and placing her hands on his, "it's just a name that you're gonna use officially. You're always be Harry to us."

Eventually, she managed to placate him and make him see the bright side, which was no more ball cap, no more being careful what shop or restaurant or public place he visited. He didn't have to hide anymore and that was truly all they needed to start a life together for real.

And what kind of a life it would be! Caitlin thought with a smile when she finally kissed him. They would have a wonderful life now that the worst was behind them.

And maybe she was right. Maybe the worst was behind them, but it didn't mean they were out of the woods. There were so many things that were, yet, to happen. And none of them could do anything to stop it.

AN: All righty. I'm sorry. I know I already used the name Harold and the twin story in my other fic, but it's really the best way to fix this small identity problem.