PART 2


AN: I know. I know. I was inactive for so long… At some point I was even sure I would never write again. During this hiatus I moved countries, changed jobs a few times, got engaged and married. And then, some inspiration struck me. Before I knew it, I was excited for something new to write and settled on continuing this story because it fitted the best.

On my youtube, you can find a small teaser video.


His lips were on hers, kissing her lovingly, skillfully, deeply... She could not help but respond with matching eagerness, not able to resist. Never able to resist. All she could do was to cling to his body and give in to him completely and with no fear. There was just love. And trust. Trust that was never to be broken. Trust that was fixed like a firm rock in the ground.

His body moved along her own; tantalizing, awakening all of her senses and setting her on fire. It felt beyond good, but was also familiar. It wasn't something new, she could tell. This was going on for a very long time and the bond they shared was stable, the relationship committed. They were serious, long-term... married, she realized, feeling the ring on her finger. Married.

She ran her hand down his back in another familiar movement that her brain, yet, didn't remember.

She struggled so hard to make it out, to remind herself, yet like many times before, she was not able to.

He kept on moving, distracting her mind from thinking, making it so appealing to just stop and feel, but she needed to know. She finally needed to figure it out.

Please, don't drift away again... you need to focus... you need to remember!

Finally, just when she was almost gone, her mind too hazy, her body over stimulated; she managed to make out the man she was making love to.

His face raised briefly from the crook of her neck where it was buried as he was slowly moving inside of her. He wanted to look at her face, see her eyes and the love in there.

Instead, he saw confusion.

And just then, finally, the contours of his face sharpened enough in what was another hazy dream that, yet, so did not feel like one - she finally recognized him.

"Snow, are you ok?" The question followed, leaving his lips, voice uncertain, caring, taken off track. "Snow?"

It was Harrison Wells.


Caitlin woke up abruptly, her eyes opening widely.

Almost every night now she dreamt this. And like every morning, she woke up feeling completely off with her heart aching for something she couldn't quite understand. Her days were currently dull and shady, a trace of depression marking her life. Why was she dreaming about this mysterious man? Why all of those feelings seemed like more than just a dream? They seemed real. Why was she so affected by it? Could it be memories? But from what? Another life? What life, even? She was a scientist. Things like this didn't just pop up in brains, demanding attention.

And to finally figure out it was Harrison Wells…

What on earth?! Despite this knowledge, her heart still ached for him. Maybe even more so now, desperate for this man. It was making her suffer, making her feel like she lost something without even knowing or remembering it in the first place.

She was baffled. And heartbroken. And confused. And maybe she was also going a little crazy...


It was beyond weird, Caitlin thought when grabbing her usual morning coffee at the Jitters.

Beyond weird to have those dreams and for them to be so vivid. It wasn't just a random thing. Everyone had a naughty dream sometimes and it didn't need to mean anything. Dreams were not real - it was just brain filtering things and sometimes producing such weird results that such a thought would never occur to a person otherwise.

This seemed to be, yet, different and she knew it. No matter how many times she tried to talk herself out of this idea, she couldn't. The first time it happened, she just shook her head, thinking it just another rare dream that yes, felt real, but meant nothing in the end. It could happen - you saw something that you just couldn't shake off the whole day even if you tried.

Only the next one you probably forgot.

Unless you were her, that was.

Obviously, she didn't forget. Quite the contrary - the more she tried to erase those memories from her mind, the more she tried to push them away, the more stubbornly they came back.

And then, finally, one morning she woke up with the knowledge of who this man was.

What should be shocking was the fact that it didn't really surprise her. She saw Harrison Wells's face and it was like the most natural thing in the world. Like everything else beside her brain already knew that or felt it on some level.

Dreaming of a mysterious stranger during the night and aching for him during the waking hours was taking a toll on her and she thought herself starting to go crazy.

And now she finally knew who that man was.

Still, that didn't seem to help at all.

Her original boss, Harrison Wells wasn't even the real Wells.

Reverse Flash? Nope. That was never going to happen...

Who, then…?

She woke up from her reverie when the barista asked her if she was ok, the coffee ready and waiting while Caitlin was just blocking the queue.

"Oh, yes, sorry."

She wondered what Jitters really looked like before this whole crisis happened...

… and she suddenly came to a stop.

Crisis.

They were living in a post-crisis world, the used-to-be multiverse gone with life only formed on Earth Prime. Their Earth.

All the others...

Her breath caught as she nearly stumbled, rejecting this idea entirely, yet having the strangest feeling in her guts that she was right. It must have been this.

Only if so, why hadn't Barry mentioned anything? Could it be possible that her dreams were connected to a life she might have had before? To the life within the multiverse? But why wouldn't she remember? Cisco and Barry and everyone else seemed ok. What was so different about her?

She felt it just briefly, but it was enough. Sudden urge to ice out, to give up control to the benefit of Killer Frost. Could it be possible that she was the one to hide that part of her memories from her?

Then again, if it were true, what could be done about it now? The multiverse was gone and there was no getting it back.

Only the pain was still there. Palpable, unyielding, now even stronger that she accepted this very possibility instead of lying to herself and trying to convince herself otherwise.

She so did not expect to see this man here, though when suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder and she found herself face to face with Nash Wells.

She gasped on seeing the blue of his eyes, matching exactly the ones of the man from her dream. But it wasn't him. She knew it. She could sense it. There was a difference. There was a difference between every single one version of him.

"Are you ok?" he asked her, clearly noticing the turmoil she was in.

His presence did seem to be too much all at once. She felt the need to just leave, run away from him. It was too much and she couldn't stand it.

"Yes, sorry... I need... Nash?" She broke off half-sentence, noticing him staring at something at other side of the room. "Nash? Are you ok?"

"Do you see him too?" he asked the strangest question.

She followed to where his eyes seemed to linger, but saw nothing.

"What do you mean?" She frowned. "Who?"

"Never mind... Nothing... Sorry... I need to go."

It looked like she wasn't the only one haunted by a ghost...

Also, she needed answers and she needed them now.


AN: There you go, a teasing beginning…