Chapter 3

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"BARRY!" shouted Snart, stomping down the hall way, tiredness forgotten.

"Yes?" Came Barry's voice as he poked his head out of his bedroom.

"I am going to freeze you!" He reached to his hip for his cold gun only to remember he didn't have it and growled.

"With what? Your icy glare?" asked Barry teasingly.

Snart's eye twitched. Then he sighed holding up the shirt. The shirt was a red short sleeved top with the Flash's insignia, the lightning bolt, on the chest.

"Is there anything else I can wear that doesn't have the colours red or yellow on them?" Snart asked with an angry tinge to his voice.

"Nope, unfortunately for you that is the only thing I have free at the moment, besides as soon as your clothes are done you can change back into them," replied Barry.

"Fine," growled Snart, pulling on the shirt. As Snart was pulling on the shirt Barry could see that he did in fact have scars on his chest like the ones on his back. Barry was still staring at Snart when he had finished pulling the shirt on. Snart crossed his arms trying to cover himself up as much as possible. And he coughed sarcastically to get Barry's attention. Barry looked up at Snart, chuckling out of embarrassment.

"What now? Because I am not going back to sleep," asked Snart.

"We could watch some TV," suggested Barry.

"Sure whatever," said Snart, walking past Barry and down the stairs into the living room.

Barry grabbed Snart's medication and blanket from the bedroom and followed him downstairs, Barry stood on the bottom step for a moment watching him. Snart was walking around the living room, watching the front door, looking across to the kitchen and down the hall way. Once he was satisfied with his surroundings he sat himself down on the sofa, the side nearest the kitchen and looked back at Barry, who was still stood on the bottom step watching him.

"What?" spat Snart.

"Nothing," replied Barry shaking his head walking over to the sofa, sitting beside Snart and switching on the television with the remote. "What do you want to watch?"

"I couldn't care less" replied Snart.

Barry just kept flicking through the channels, one by one, flicking through the news, sports, shopping channels. Snart was completely silent until Barry flicked past a diamond shopping channel.

"OH, go back." Ordered Snart.

"No, I am not indulging your diamond fetishes." Said Barry, flicking the channels again.

Snart glared at him and jumped at him for the remote.

"I do not have a diamond fetish," argued Snart, wrestling with Barry for the remote.

"Do too," argued Barry.

"Do not." Argued Snart.

"Do too." Argued Barry.

"Do not." Argued Snart.

As they were fighting over the remote like a couple of 7 year olds, they heard the front door open, both men froze and prayed to whoever was out therefore the person that had just opened the door to be Joe. But as they both turned from the sofa they could see who was at the door, it wasn't Joe. It was in fact his daughter, Iris.

"Hey Barry, Eddie said that dad told him that you were ill, so I thought I would come over and take care of you until dad got back from work" Iris's back was still to the two boys on the sofa. "I brought scrabble for us to play too if you're up for…it…" Iris trailed off as she turned around to see Barry and a very unexpected and unwelcome guest on the sofa.

"Isn't that nice of her Barry?" Asked Snart as he snatched the remote away from Barry and shoved him to the floor with a triumphant grin. Iris still stood by the front door, eyes wide mouth open. She turned to Barry on the floor with worried eyes.

"Barry, what's going on, why is he here?" Iris asked looking wearily at Snart.

"I've come here to ransom you off to your father," Stated Snart. Before suddenly being launched into another coughing fit.

Barry took the opportunity to sand up and walk over to Iris.

"It's okay Iris, he's not a threat," explained Barry.

"Hey, I resent that," shouted Snart, offended, between coughs.

"He's not a threat for today and the next couple of days at least," Barry corrected himself, not offend the villain any more than he already had.

"Better," mumbled Snart once his coughing subsided.

"I'm calling dad and Eddie down here immediately," stated Iris, pulling her phone out her pocket.

"No, Iris you can't," said Barry, taking the phone away from her.

"Then I shall go to the police station myself," She went to open the front door.

"No," Barry panicked and was now blocking the front door. "Just let me explain," Begged Barry.

"I am not listening to anything you have to say," shouted Iris, stomping towards the backdoor.

"Please, just give me 5 minutes to explain Iris," Barry sighed as walked back to the sofa, and sat on the arm rest next to Snart.

"Fine, 5 minutes, but I'm counting," sighed Iris, turning to Barry, hands on her hips.

"You promise not to leave before that?" asked Barry. But before Iris could answer Snart spoke up.

"Hey Barry how about if she runs, you catch her and I'll tie her up?" Asked Snart in a half joking manner, smirking slightly.

"Not even funny dude," replied Barry, half glaring half smiling back at Snart as Iris just stood there shocked at how Barry was just casually talking and joking around with a criminal, and a dangerous one at that.

"What would my dad say if he saw he this?!" exclaimed Iris.

"I bet something along the lines of thank you for not freezing my son Cold." Said Snart impersonating Joe, then going back to his normal voice. "And then I would reply like well I did try but he was just too fas-" Barry elbowed him in the stomach, cutting him off.

"Shut it," glared Barry.

Snart just smirked and shrugged.

"Time for your meds, then the grown-ups can have a little talk," glared Barry, going to the kitchen and getting the morphine bottle and a spoon, all the while keeping an eye on Snart and Iris. When Barry came back with the meds, Snart groaned. Iris looked on curiously. Barry poured the correct about of morphine onto the spoon and held it to Snart's mouth. Snart wrinkled his nose but opened his mouth to take the medicine on the spoon. After he swallowed he coughed slightly, swearing at how disgusting it tasted.

"It'll make you better," stated Barry chucking a cushion at him. Snart caught the cushion and yawned slightly. Snart laid back on the sofa, hugging the cushion putting an arm under his head. Snart was glaring at Barry, Barry just watched him until Snart's eyes started to droop and he fell asleep. Barry grabbed a blanket off the arm chair and laid it over Snat, tucking him in before he walked over to the kitchen gesturing for Iris to follow.

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