"Barry... you need to stop. Take a breath."

Barry snorted.

"Wish Henry could join me," he replied without looking up.

He could practically see the wince on Cisco's face.

"Dude, we get that you're grieving, but... you're overworking yourself."

"At least I can work!" Barry snapped.

He was so sick of them telling him to take a break, to not overwork himself.

Who fricking cared!?

Henry was dead and it was all his fault.

"You can't blame yourself."

"Watch me," Barry replied coldly.

Cisco shook his head.

"Barry, we're not going to let you."

Barry grinned cruelly and turned around.

"What? You gonna lock me in the pipeline, make me better?"

"If that's what it takes," Cisco said confidently.

Barry sped toward him until he was right in front of him.

"You aren't my master, or jailor, or whatever you seem to think you are. I'm the boss of me, not you."

Cisco stared at him for a second before taking a deep breath.

"Wally, shoot."

The last thing Barry remembered was the feeling of the dart lodged into his back.

...

Barry sat at the bar, wishing he could get drunk.

Today was one of the painful days.

They happened every once in a while.

The pain on those days... it was almost unbearable.

But he had to.

For the city.

CCPD needed Barry Allen.

Henry certainly didn't.

He winced.

Henry was gone. He needed to know that.

But it was so hard.

He sighed into his drink.

There was nothing he could do for him now.

He had let Henry die.

He wasn't going to let anyone else suffer.

...

It had started out when he watched his father die in front of him.

He should have run toward him during Zoom's dialogue.

He could have saved him.

But he didn't.

He let his father die.

If anyone knew what he was thinking, they would say that it wasn't his fault.

As much as he would love to hear that, deep down he knew it wasn't true.

He had left his dad die.

How was it not his fault?

...

Soon, he realized that while he couldn't get drunk, he could probably make something.

Dr. Snow wasn't the only smart one.

So he spent most of his time in a bar.

He tried different beers, tried to figure out what would work with what.

...

One day, Mick Rory walked in.

Barry didn't really take much notice.

Criminals came in here all the time.

Besides, Mick didn't know he was the Flash.

Did he?

Whatever.

Why would it even matter anymore?

...

Barry sometimes wondered about Team Flash.

Wally was the hero nowadays.

He even used the same suit.

It actually hurt.

They ditched him.

Once he became broken, they tossed him aside.

Like a toy.

Caitlin left for another job.

They still hung out sometimes, but not often.

Not often enough for her to see the constant pain Barry was in.

Cisco was the one who had told Wally to give him a dart to the shoulder.

So, yeah. He didn't forgive him.

Joe?

Joe was the one who had given him the first dart.

Iris was just a jerk.

So, he didn't want anything to do with any of them.

Honestly, he was considering locking them up in the pipeline.

It would serve them right.

He didn't know if it would make him feel better, but he hoped so.

Because right now?

He felt worse than shit.

...

Barry knew he didn't want to sleep with a criminal.

But he needed to relax, and he didn't feel like leaving.

So, who?

Most of them were drunk, but some weren't.

Wait.

Mick was here again.

That was weird.

He shrugged.

He'd figure it out later.

Right now, he wanted to play pool.

...

When Mick walked over and "asked" to play a game (more like demanded), Barry had agreed.

He was bored.

...

Soon, it was obvious Mick was beyond drunk. And Barry was bored again.

He realized that this would be the perfect moment.

"Mick? You wanna head to my place?"

Mick had nodded.

So Barry carried him there (he assumed Mick was too drunk to realize he was using his super speed).

When they got there, Barry decided he would help take care of Mick.

Barry was honestly shocked the guy could stand.

He set him on the couch before racing around the house.

He grabbed a bucket, some food, and some pain medication for hangovers.

When he got back to the couch, he saw Mick shutting his eyes.

"Mick, come on. Let's get some food in you."

Mick shook his head.

"'Not hungry."

Barry almost snorted.

Instead, he stared at Mick until the man opened his eyes.

"You need to eat. Then I'll bring you to bed."

That seemed to do the trick.

Mick grabbed some of the bread.

Then he took a sip of water and stuck his hands out.

"Carry me," he deadpanned.

Barry picked him up (honestly, he wondered how he was that strong) and brought him to his bedroom.

Now, Barry was not like those people who gave up their bed.

So he stripped to his underwear, then stripped Mick to his underwear, and pushed the latter into the bed before curling up on the other side.

...

He woke to a quiet "Oh my God," from Mick.

He smiled when Mick went to clutch his head.

He moved an arm over Mick's stomach in hopes of keeping him in the bed.

He felt Mick shift, but he held him tight.

Barry decided he would have to be the one to speak first.

"Hey."

"I don't remember anything from last night," Mick admitted.

Barry smirked.

Barry's hand unintentionally loosened.

Then Mick turned over.

Mick stared at him in shock for a few minutes before speaking.

"What the hell happened last night?"

Barry raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we played some pool. Then I realized how drunk you were. Since I didn't know where you lived, I brought you to my place."

Mick stared at him.

"What? You didn't actually think I would sleep with someone that intoxicated, did you?"

"Well, all I know about you is that you keep trying to take me to jail."

"What do you mean?"

"I feel like it's obvious, Flash," Mick sneered.

Well, shit.

...

Note: I keep ending with that line.

So, depending on who is the main POV, that's whose memory you'll see. If it's both POV's, then it's two memories.

Also, let me know when you guess which song the title is from. I'll reveal it at the end of the book.