This one is kind of all over the place, but I had fun.

Prompt from Guest. Follow up to chapter thirty nine where the rest of the world reacts to Barry being the Flash.

The tv in the police station showed Barry in the Flash suit. It must be a trick, the majority of the officers thought.

How could their little impossible seeking lab assistant be a superhero? It just wasn't possible.

There was a brief moment of silence while everyone tried to process what they had just seen, and then it erupted into chaos. People were talking over each other, all of them in shock. Everyone wanted to know who had already known about it and the list was short, but they all assumed that Joe and Iris already knew. How could they not? They were the only family the boy really had, at least as far as the cops were concerned, they didn't count the man who they considered to be a vile murderer that could never have raised as sweet a kid as Barry. And, let's face it, the kid was madly in love with Iris, and you couldn't see them together for thirty seconds and not realize how crazy they were her each other, unless you were Barry or Iris.

Captain Singh sat in his office watching the live news reel. His most promising CSI had been running through the city in a mask saving lives and catching as many criminals as any of his normal officers.

Could he put Barry in the field or would it be better if the department just ignored this development? Joe would try to fight it, he knew, but ultimately he'd let Barry choose. Besides, Barry had been in the field numerous times, and he probably wouldn't stop going out to save people, so it might be a good thing. He would give the choice to Barry, and make sure that he understood that he would still have to work in the lab. He was the best CSI the department had, and even though Singh had threatened to fire him several times, they couldn't afford to lose his scientific expertise.

Maria Lee had rarely been happier. She had just discovered the identity of the man that had saved her daughter from a fire in their building. She now had someone to thank for saving her and her daughter from the worst fate imaginable to the young single mother. Maria didn't have much to give except a talent of baking, but she knew that the Flash, Barry Allen, expected no gratitude, so he would be grateful for anything she gave him.

She would give him the world if she could because he had given her back her world.

Iris remained at Barry's side for hours. Her phone had been beeping like crazy with alerts from her blog:

'Did you see the news?'

'I saw the Flash's face?'

'Do you know the guy's name?'

'The Flash is hot!'

'Was that really Barry Allen?'

'What do you think he'll do now that everyone knows his identity?'

'Are you telling me I went to high school with the Flash?!'

'Do you think he'll be a more cooperative interview now?'

'What do you think the police will do about him?'

'Do you think I could get his number?'

'Mad scientist boy is the Flash!?'

'Do you think he's in danger because of this?'

'Tell him my number is 078-544-0018, and I'm a tall blonde.'

'I live in apartment 14D of the Galahad building. Come save me anytime."

The posts were endless. Iris hadn't had this many posts since she started this blog. She kept putting numbers in Barry's phone from all the girls posting their phone numbers. It hurt to give Barry numbers of girls who didn't even know him, but he didn't like her that way, and she wanted him to find someone, even if it could never be her. Even if it hurt her so much she died inside.

"Iris, please stop putting those in my phone." Barry turned his puppy dog eyes on her and she tried not to show how much her heart melted.

"Why not, Barry? One of them could be the one to make you happier than anyone else. Are you really not going to try?"

"None of them are the one for me. I could never really love any of them." The sincerity and, was it longing, in his eyes made her hopeful for a second before she realized how ridiculous she was being. He could only ever see her as a sister.

"How could you possibly know that Barry? You haven't met any of them. One of them might be the lucky girl that steals your heart."

"No, my heart was stolen a long time ago. I haven't held it in a long time."

"Oh, really, cause you never told me, your best friend. So, who is this girl?" Iris could already feel jealousy rising up inside her.

"You actually know her really well, she has a blog too, she's the nicest person you'll ever meet, and she's beautiful and just all around perfect." Barry turned more moony eyed than he usually did around Iris.

"So, who is she?" Iris said with her eyes downcast.

Barry had really hoped she wouldn't push for a name. He didn't want to lose her. He needed her. "C'mere." Barry beckoned her closer to him.

"Oh, it's a secret huh?" Iris said as playfully as she could when she was about to learn the name of the woman who had taken her love's heart. She put her ear to his lips, but his hand cupped her face and turned her head. Before she could understand what was going on, his lips were on hers. It took her a second to get over her shock, but when she did, she deepened the kiss. Barry mentally sighed with relief. Not only would he not be losing his best friend, it seemed he would also be allowed to able kiss her many more times.