A/N: This is mostly Christmas fluff at the moment, as I lament the passing of the holiday season as we move on to school and work and stuff, while I am getting excited for a puppy. Just to clarify, this puppy is purely fictional.

Caitlin's POV

I open my eyes to a sleepy-looking Barry beside me.

"How long have I been out?" I ask, although my mind races with many more questions.

"Um, it's just about the end of the movie. I was going to move you once the movie ended, but you just woke up, so, no point."

"You look like you need a nap. You can take my bed for now."

He looks about to protest, but I quickly intervene. "I was thinking of trying to make dinner."

He goes, mumbling under his breath.

I get some ingredients out of the fridge for a recipe I have comitted to memory (I memorised it on a dare from Cisco, which I totally won, by the way), then remember I need to let some of the ingredients defrost as well as sanitise some of the others (I sometimes use some of my kitchen ingredients for my experiments, because it's killing two birds with one stone), so I get a wet cloth, some sanitising spray, and sort the ingredients into piles.

I get started, absentmindedly cleaning while I think about the guy in the next room, sleeping on my bed.

Whoops, that sounded wrong.

The bed I let him take?

No, that might be worse.

Resting in my chambers?

God, that sounded like a euphemism.

Sleeping over at my house?

I think that's the best so far.

I realise that I have sanitised all of them, so I wait for the other pile to defrost while checking my phone.

No signal. Oh well. I know how to fix that, but it's really time consuming, so I decide to hunt down paper and some kind of writing utensil, to make a shopping list of stuff I need.

I have literally checked nearly all of the rooms, and it just goes to show how little I regard this as my home.

There is one more room left.

My room.

I gently open the door to check Barry is sleeping.

Then a brainwave hits me. I have a tablet, right?

So I close the door as gently as I can, and tiptoe down the hallway. My purse is on the counter where I left it, and I pull out my tablet, sit on a stool, and turn it on to an app I invented for organizing things.

I open a new list for shopping, and head it with the classic 'Shopping List'.

I type down my ideas nearly as fast as I think of them.

"Wrapping paper, tape, scissors, alcohol, eggs, sweater, cookies, cards, ribbon, a watch or a clock or something, and a blow-up mattress."

"What's the blow-up mattress for?"

A voice from behind me says, startling me so much I actually fall off the chair, but I don't hit the ground.

I look into his eyes, his arms around me, carrying me bridal style.

"My hero," I childishly bop him on the nose. "And, the blow-up mattress is because I am not prepared for impromptu guests. Such as you."

"I'll take that as a weird compliment."

"Come on, I better actually make something to eat. What time is it?" With what the storm raging on outside, I can't see a thing.

He peers at my tablet.

"Nearly midnight."

"Wow, it's late. I wonder if we've missed any texts or calls. I can't get a signal at the moment, but Cisco showed me how to build a basic reciever when I was a rookie on the job, and I made some changes. He was so surprised when I came back with it the next day."

"I'm surprised. Caitlin Snow, engineer?" I cut in, "I'm pretty sure there is a Doctor in there somewhere." He continues after giving me a pointed look. "Doctor Caitlin Snow, I mean, I know you were already a doctor, a geneticist, a scientist, and a biochemist, but engineer? It seems like your resume is going to end up eight feet long by the end of this year. You could add, gingerbread extraordinare, shopping expert, and a lovable sleepy bunny to the list."

Despite my heart thumping and the heat rushing into my cheeks at the word 'lovable', I manage to reply, " If I put lovable sleepy bunny on the list, don't you think that my possible future employers are going to think I'm weird? Or possibly an escapee from a mental hospital?"

"Fair enough. But I am going to give you a nickname, and I don't care if I sound like an Englishman, but anyway, love," He puts emphasis on the word.

"No."

"I don't care, it can be your special nickname."

"Fine then. You get one too, cookie."

"Come on, cupcake."

"I thought my nickname was love, sweetie."

"We're so having a nickname-off right now, sugar."

"Fine then, honey-bunny." I grab some flour, from the pantry, and chuck it at him.

Some of it falls around him, but the majority lands on his shirt.

He breaks an egg over my head, and I continue the battle by using cocoa powder.

He grabs some flour, and dowses me with what must be half the packet.

I chuck an egg at him, and all of a sudden, it is war.

Fifteen minutes later, there is nothing to cover, and we can barely see.

"Okay, Barry, take a shower. There are some spare clothes that might fit you in the top right hand drawer. It's more S.T.A.R Labs stuff, but it's around your size."

He doesn't complain, just plods off.

I take off my dress, glad that I picked today to wear a tank top and shorts underneath.

"Cait? Um, how do you turn the shower on?"

I go to the bathroom door and yell in, "Push the dial in, then turn it right for hot, and left for cold."

I start to walk down the hallway, but he yells again, "Hang on for a sec, but can you come in here?"

"'Kay." I yell back.

"Done, come in."

I do, and I find him with a shower curtain covering him waist up. I feel myself blush, but shrug it off and concentrate.

I demonstrate how to turn the shower on. "Okay now?"

"Yep. Thank you, love."

"You're welcome, cookie." And I close the door behind him.

I am not really planning a shower anytime soon, so I wet a facial cloth in the kitchen sink, and wipe my arms, legs and my face down. There is the small mattter of my hair, but I can deal with it.

My only problem at the moment was with Barry. Well, to be specific, how to keep my crush from him.

A/N: I have no idea if Caitlin is a biochemist or not, but for the sake of a line I'm going to use later, she is. Also, I have no idea how to get rid of the large space up above.

I am also holding the next chapter ransom for 5 reviews. After the fifth review, I will post it hopefully within twenty-four hours, but not after forty-eight.

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