A/N: I've never truly tried writing a Snowbarry fic like ever...I wanted to try it out. I love Snowbarry even though it's not cannon, it is in my heart! Read and enjoy :)

Standard disclaimer applied.

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If Barry were to see it coming from miles away, he would have prevented them from ever meeting.

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No. He was lying.

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He would still want to meet her...under better circumstances.

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"Barry, we also need some milk son!"

Barry waved at his father, before heading for the dairy section. He had agreed to take a night off work since Joe, his father's neighbor and good friend had planned their 'Guys' Night' out along with his old man and Wally somewhere in the baked goods section browsing for Oreos.

Not that he minded their night out which consisted of movies, cards, game boards, beers, and loads of junk food. What he had trouble with was also knowing that Iris was bound to come over as well. Barry had an inkling all those currently present rushing to purchase their load knew about his feelings for Iris. His old man and Wally were more vocal about getting him to just confess, while good old Joe just smiled and shook his head leaving him to his own bearings.

But he didn't mind their meddling and advice. These nights have been a sacred tradition of sorts between the five of them, sixteen years of knowing each other after the fateful night his mother had been murdered. They were destined to meet he supposed despite the tragedy...although he'd never stop missing his mother.

He thanked Joe for catching the culprit.

Barry was pretty sure his father was forever grateful as well after all most being framed for murder.

A wistful sigh left his lips after grabbing the first available gallon of milk and heading back to meet his father at the cash register.

Barry rounded the corner accidentally bumping into another body.

"I'm sorry!"

"Excuse me.."

A pair of startled brown eyes locked with his, and he took a hesitant step back unconsciously gripping the young woman's forearm. Barry sputtered another apology, flushing at his own clumsiness.

A small smile appeared on the woman's face "it's okay, it was an accident."

Barry watched as she quietly excused herself before walking towards a chuckling male with mid-length black hair. Must be her boyfriend?

Barry quickly shook his head, from this distance it looked like his old man was already looking for him as well. A frown marred his features as Barry noticed his father making his way out of the line, stumbling in his gait.

"Dad?"

Henry Allen looked up for second to meet his son's face before he staggered forward and collapsed.

"Dad!"

Barry was at his father's side in less than a second, the gallon forgotten somewhere in an aisle. He turned his father around and tried helping him sit up. It looked like his old man was disoriented, a bruise already forming on his forehead from his fall.

"Dad are you okay?"

"Ssssllluggerrr?"

Barry nodded his head before trying to find his phone. Did his dad drink before coming to the store? No.

"Can I take a look?"

Barry started and glanced up at the worried young woman he had bumped into a second ago. He nodded, clutching his father for a second before letting her near.

He watched as she lifted a pen and held it above his father's face, carefully weaving it side to side. Was she a doctor? She took his pulse, his eyes zeroing in on the worrying she was doing on her lip before noticing the small frown adorning her features.

"What's wrong?" his question went unanswered as she continued her examination.

"Please repeat after me-up, down, the merry-go-round."

Barry watched as his father struggled to repeat after her.

"Uuuuup dd-ddownn..."

"Cisco!"

Barry was about to ask her what or who Cisco was, when the young man he had seen her with, stood behind her with a cell by his ear. "Already on it!"

"What's going on?" Barry asked, frustrated at not understanding what they had just communicated within themselves. His father was the doctor not him. He was just a forensic scientist who worked at CCPD not a doctor who helped people.

Her brown eyes were on him again, something in him clicked and then dread was spreading and crawling up his spine.

"He's showing signs of a stroke."

"What?!"

"I had my friend call for an ambulance right now," and just as she finished her statement echoing sirens could be heard from a distance.

"Barry!" Joe cried out as he made his way to the front of the crowd hovering over them.

"Let us through, please!" Wally echoed from somewhere in the back.

Joe and Wally were at their side within seconds, asking him what had happened. Barry zeroed out as he clutched his father closer to his chest. He couldn't lose him. He was the only family he had left. How could he not know this was going to happen? Could he have prevented it? His chest constricted painfully at the thought of losing his father, his mind drowning in pessimistic thoughts, when he felt a soft hand placed on top of his hesitantly.

He focused on the pale appendage laying on top of his for a second, before trying to exhale a shuttering breath.

"They're here," she said before removing her hand from his.

Barry watched as his father was placed on a stretcher, following closely behind the paramedic as they made their way to the ambulance. Before getting on he turned and tried offering a small smile to Joe and Wally.

"Don't worry about it Bar. We'll be right behind you," Joe reassured.

"Thanks." Barry croaked before entering the ambulance.

Another body scooted in right after him as the ambulance doors closed.

"What are his stats?"

Barry watched as the paramedic quickly read out his father's information without missing a beat. Who was this woman?

As if reading his mind, she faced him managing another small smile.

Something about it bothered Barry.

"He's going to be fine, we managed to catch it quick."

"Thank you, umm..." he gestured towards her.

"Right! Caitlin, Dr. Caitlin Snow." she quickly shook his hand before checking on his father again.

He watched her from the corner of his eye, catching the curled ends of her long wavy golden-brown strands before shaking his head and grasping his father's limp hand.

Who would have known their night out would turn out like this?

Although the turn of events were anything but good, he was glad Caitlin was also at the grocery store that evening.

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Barry paced outside his father's room, irked about having to wait to be let in since Dr. Snow and his father were still talking. The nurse standing by the door gave him a disapproving look. Sometime after they had left the grocery store his father had woken up inside the ambulance.

To say Henry Allen was anything but stubborn when it came to other people caring for him, well that wasn't even half of it. Barry had watched half amused and half empathetic as Dr. Snow tried to coerce his old man to stay put while they transported him to the hospital. His dad was unyielding.

It was in moments like these where he questioned his father time and time again, if he couldn't take care of himself how was supposed to help heal others? It usually worked on his favor and his father always relented.

Just as Barry was about to intervene, he watched Dr. Snow's stoic expression turn frosty as she placed a firm hand on his father's chest, preventing him from sitting up from the stretcher "Dr. Allen as much as I admire your stubbornness, please do me the honor of upholding the Hippocratic Oath. Let me run some tests once we get to Central City Hospital."

Barry watched in amazement as his father nodded silently at the young woman before settling back down.

Once they had gotten off, he was instructed to stay in the waiting room. He had watched the young doctor take his father away in a wheel chair to take some tests. It wasn't until half an hour later that the Wests had arrived and joined him in his wait.

Iris a steady presence at his side.

"He's going to be okay Bar, you'll see" Iris smiled placing a comforting hand on his arm.

Barry nodded at her "thanks Iris."

Although he agreed there was still something not sitting quite right. Why take such a long time to run these test? He should be relieved it was a TIA stroke as Dr. Snow had mentioned five minutes ago.

But he wasn't relieved.

He was anxious.

He wanted to see his dad.

"Barry Allen?"

He stood at his name, facing the older nurse gesturing to come forward. Barry quickly turned and signaled the rest of the West's he'd be back.

He followed the nurse to where his father was being kept, knocking on the door and then having to wait until they were given the 'okay' to go in. Barry walked in taking in the sight of his father sitting up on the bed, an IV in his arm.

"I thought it was just running a few tests?" He asked with slight accusation ringing in his tone.

Dr. Snow nodded "I wanted to keep him here overnight, just to make sure everything is okay."

Barry searched her eyes, her facial expression for any sign that she was lying. He frowned at finding nothing but impassiveness decorating her features.

"Slugger stop frowning at the Doctor," Henry chastised softly, smiling at his son's worried expression.

"I'm sorry Dr. Snow, it's just he's all I got and-" Barry tried.

"It's okay." Dr. Snow raised a hand before making her way to the chart at the foot of the bed and notating something on it "Dr. Allen should be able to be discharged by tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Dr. Snow!" Henry waved as the young woman made her way out the door.

Once the door was shut, Barry felt the full weight of his father's stare. Barry idly played with the small chain holding up the chart at the foot of the bed, waiting for it.

"Bartholomew Henry Allen, I have never seen such disrespect from you especially for it to be directed at someone of the opposite sex!"

A fresh wave of shame washed over Barry as his father folded his arms across his chest. Barry knew he was a jerk to Caitlin Snow. He didn't do 'jerk' he was always pretty laid-back, mister-nice-guy Barry. He respected women. ...but Caitlin...Dr. Snow-he really didn't know why he reacted that way.

"I know dad, but-"

"Your mother and I didn't raise you like that," Henry added looking straight into his son's eyes "no matter the circumstances."

Barry nodded, before his gaze drew itself to the floor.

A minute of silence passed before a soft sigh escaped his father's lips, "come over here slugger."

At his father's command Barry trudged along before plopping himself heavily on the chair beside his bed. He felt his father's heavy hand on his shoulder, giving him a brief squeeze before he was engulfed in his arms. Barry returned the embrace, clutching the hospital gown in his shaking hands.

"You do know, I expect you to apologize to Dr. Snow tomorrow bright and early? "

A soft choked chuckle escaped Barry's lips, "I know dad."

"Good, that's good son."

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Barry blew a raspberry as his father asked another nurse for Dr. Caitlin Snow. Who knew the young doctor was going to be hard to find? Of course, Barry always kept his promises and he was going to apologize to Dr. Snow. He just currently felt like an embarrassed teenager with his father still standing at the nursing stating after being discharged fifteen minutes ago.

He was not 11 years old! Although... his father would beckon he was after last night's display.

Barry caught sight of his father's attending nurse from last night, quickly getting his father's attention. "Excuse me? Do you happen to know where Dr. Snow is?" Barry asked noticing the older woman's confused expression before recognition lit her eyes after glancing at his father.

"Ah, yes Dr. Allen and his son. Why yes, Dr. Snow is actually at S.T.A.R labs this morning if I'm not mistaken."

Barry was sure his eyebrows were up the roof "S.T.A.R labs?!" and his jaw somewhere on the ground.

The older woman frowned at him "yes, Dr. Snow doesn't only work as a resident Neurosurgeon she's also a bio-engineer at S.T.A.R labs."

An impressed whistle left his father's lips as the nurse walked away. As they made their way out of the hospital, his father shot him a smug look "Well you better get going Barry, if you want to catch Dr. Snow."

"But I have work," Barry looked at his watch "in like an hour!"

"Should have thought about that before you decided to be a jerk, son" Henry echoed walking off and leaving his stunned son behind.