HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVELIES!

Yayyy, I did it! In a rather timely fashion, if I do say so myself. (who am I kidding, it took a month) It's short, of course, but I'm kind of happy with it. I did kind of rush my way through it and kind of lost my inspiration for it, but ya'll inspired me to finish it so here's the finished piece. :D I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own this. Nor have I ever, and nor will I ever.

"Oh my God." Barry looked up from his seat in the cortex when he heard Cisco's voice. His brows furrowed.

"What?" Cisco looked dumbfounded as he stood stock still. Barry immediately jumped up and went to his side. "What is it? Did you have another vibe? Did-" Cisco was shaking his head fervently before Barry could even finish.

"No, no, nothing like that, just-" He fished Barry's phone from his pocket and all but thrust it into Barry's hands. "I forgot to give you your phone back. You had a few missed calls while you were gone," Cisco said, casually leaving out a few things.

"Oh, okay, thanks," Cisco smiled, though he looked anything but happy. Barry frowned. Was that guilt? Cisco quickly inhaled, patting Barry's shoulder.

"Welp, I've gotta' go." And with that parting statement, he walked out of the cortex, leaving Barry alone. He inhaled deeply as he sat back down, opening up his phone and going to his missed calls. Scrolling through he noticed a few names pop up continually.

Captain Singh.

A couple of co-workers.

Oliver.

Wait.

Oliver?

Why would he call? That was...highly unusual. He usually only called when something went wrong. With dread and fresh adrenaline pumping through his veins, he wasted no time in calling him back. He waited patiently as the phone rang, realizing that it had probably been several days since the call.

If it had been that long and if it had been serious, Oliver would have contacted the rest of the team.

Right?

He heard a click, and a then a gruff voice answer; instantly recognizing it to be Oliver's.

"Hey, Oliver, I just saw that you had called me. Sorry, it took me so long to get back to you. Is everything all right there?" Silence. He frowned. "Ollie?" Still nothing. And then-

"Barry?"

Oliver was dumbfounded.

No, he was beyond dumbfounded.

He was stunned.

He was in the bunker again -it seemed to be the place where he spent all of his time anymore- when he'd heard his phone ringing. When he had seen the number, he thought somebody was playing a prank on him.

An awful and sick prank.

With a surge of anger, he had answered it.

And he was not prepared to hear the voice that responded.

"Hey, Oliver, I just saw that you had called me. Sorry, it took me so long to get back to you. Is everything all right there?"

Oliver's heart dropped at the sound of his voice.

No, no, it couldn't be.

He's dead.

Barry was dead.

So how the hell was he on the phone with him?

"Ollie?" Came the same, youthful voice and Oliver nearly dropped the phone. Shaking his head, he sank down onto the counter; his brain a swirling mess of confusion and disbelief.

"Barry?" He whispered, his voice threatening to crack on the two syllables. He could practically feel the smile in the other man's voice when he spoke next.

"The one and only," Oliver shook his head. Anger and hope yet hesitance to believe this was possible conflicted with each other in his head.

"You-you're alive." He breathed out. This couldn't be possible, he was dead, he was gone, it's impossible-

Then again, Barry always was a part of the impossible.

"I-yeah? I mean, last time I checked," Barry joked. Oliver shook his head again.

"You were dead." He stated bluntly, followed by a sigh from the other end of the line.

"It's complicated," Barry said, simply. Though it was anything but simple. "But, I'm back now." Oliver inhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over his face. Thank God. "And I have my speed back." He sounded a lot more chipper all of a sudden and Oliver got the sudden urge to strangle him.

"Barry, I swear to God," He pushed out through gritted teeth.

"...yeah?"

"If you ever do something so reckless, so- so stupid again," He exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I will kill you." Oliver declared.

And Barry?

Barry had the audacity to laugh.

"Glad to know you're still the same, Ollie," Barry chuckled and Oliver felt a tug at his own lips and it only made him want to strangle Barry even more because how dare he make Oliver smile when he was threatening him?

"I'm not joking, Barry," Though the smile in his voice gave him away.

"Yeah-huh, sure. I totally believe you," Barry stated, amused. Sobering up, Oliver spoke quietly.

"I'm glad you're back, Barry."

"Aww, Ollie, I love you, too," A huff escaped Oliver's lips before he could stop it and he shook his head.

"I swear, Barry, one of these days-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you'll kill me, and so on," Barry said, an exasperated sigh enhancing the amusement in his tone

"If the situation requires it, I just might," Oliver joked back and it felt so good to be able to do that again.

"Well, gee, Ollie, if you're just going threaten me, I'm going to just hang up," Barry mocked, feigning a wounded voice. Oliver merely shook his head, though the smile on his lips betrayed his attempted annoyance.

"Goodbye, Barry,"

"See ya', Ollie," Barry said chipperly and Oliver sighed as he hung up. Leave it to Barry Allen to come back from the dead and still be more jovial than those around him. For once, Oliver took the moment to be grateful.

He didn't understand what had happened to Barry or how he came back - though he would probably never understood what went on over in Central City - , but it didn't really matter. He was okay with just knowing that Barry was alive. At last, things seemed to be going okay.

And though it would only be a few days later when he would receive a call informing him of Henry Allen's death-

For now, this was one win that Oliver could accept.

And gratefully, he would do so.

Done! Feel free to leave a review, ya' know, if you feel like it ;) Or want me to be inspired to write more XD