Light and fun to make up for the angst last time.
I don't own the Flash or the song ABC.
"Have you heard that they're calling our lab the Jukebox?" Barry asked Cal, coming through the lab doors with Joe as another officer left.
"Wait, what?" Cal looked up from the files she was organizing. "Really? Is that why people keep standing outside the door all creepylike, they're listening to the music?"
"I think the live entertainment for the past six weeks has something to do with it too," Joe chuckled. While Singh had instructed Cal to keep the music and her voice down to manageable levels, there was no denying the station appreciated the small levity to break the monotony of a difficult job. Today she appeared to be on a roll with Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5, and was positively grooving across the lab as she worked.
"I'm gonna teach you
All about love dear!
Sit yourself down and take a seat,
All you gotta do is repeat after me"
Barry and Joe both laughed at the perfect example of the new appeal of the lab, causing Cal to stop in her tracks.
"Oh. I see your point. I am kind of ridiculous pretty much all of the time."
"I think you're adorable," Barry blurted out without thinking. Cal and Joe both started at him, both a little started. Cal smiled after a moment, going back to her filing.
"Thank you Barry."
Joe, however, had turned a knowing eye on his foster son, and rather than blushing as he was wont to do Barry felt the blood rush from his face. He knew that look - he and Joe were going to have a conversation about that little slip very soon.