The first half of this, I was just lazy. I didn't feel the writing bug. And the second half, sh*t happened. I'm really sorry it took me so long to update. Next chapter will have it's fair share of fluffy shiz, so please forgive me. The note at the end of my profile explains it, if you care to know than go there. I'm not bothering everyone because I know the vast majority of you don't give a rat's tail.
Minutes ticked by and turned into hours as they remained stuck in the cell and the number of chicken wings dwindled. Barry had long ago given up on trying to phase through the wall and eventually, Cisco too stopped pressing the button that was supposed to open the door.
Caitlin sat cross legged, elbows propped up on the cold floor and head in her hands.
"Why the hell are we just sitting here? Are you planning to starve in here?" Cisco said, thrusting his hands toward the now empty chicken wing box (speedster's gotta eat).
"Cisco, we're not going to starve in here," Caitlin said, lifting up her head.
"Well, I'm not," Cisco said, dissing her remark. He rapped his fists against the glass, yelling loudly.
"SHUT UP ALREADY!" Came Wally's yell in return, followed by thundering footsteps.
"Who da man?" Cisco asked enthusiastically as the steps grew louder.
Caitlin groaned as she said unenthusiastically, "You da man,"
"Thank you, Dr. Snow," Cisco said, pretending to brush dust off his shoulders.
There was a large crumbling sound, and the tan mess that was blocking the view cleared partially to reveal Wally. Wally continued breaking at the mess until it was completely cleared. Cisco pressed the button again, and they were met with the door retracting instead of a mechanical grinding.
"I've gotta go check the footage!" Cisco said, jogging out of the room.
"Well hello to you too, Cisco!" Wally called over his shoulder as Cisco rounded the corner.
"Thank you, Wally," Caitlin said with a small smile before she too walked out.
"Hey, thanks man," Barry said, starting towards the door.
"No problem," Wally said, lifting his hand briefly.
Barry was walking towards the door, about to turn the corner when Cisco ran and bolted into him, knocking them both to the ground.
"Dammit, move, Barry!" Cisco said, straightening his shirt as he stood before running over to the yellowish mess that caked the area around the cell and littered the floor.
"Cisco, care to explain what you're doing?" Barry asked as Cisco picked up a chunk.
Cisco didn't answer as he put the chunk in his mouth, a little less cautiously than Barry was comfortable with, and swallowed it, "...it's a cookie,"
Barry didn't answer. Cisco picked up another bit.
"It's a cookie! I know my food, and that is a straight-up Nilla Wafer!" Cisco said, looking over the bit he had in his hand.
"You're joking," Barry said, not believing a word that came out of Cisco's mouth.
"Just try it!"
"I'm not gonna -"
"I'm telling you, it's a cookie!"
"I seriously doubt it!"
"Try it!"
"No!"
"Don't make me use force!" Cisco threatened, holding up the supposedly "cookie" and advancing towards Barry.
Barry, of course, just sped to the other half of the room, over and over and over until both Cisco and Wally's heads were spinning. But Barry was still human, and with that came clumsiness. On the twelfth time Barry ran, he ran directly into Cisco, landing on top of him.
"Eat the cookie," Cisco said, holding it up to his mouth.
When Barry opened his mouth to say, "no", Cisco thrust it into his mouth.
"Okay...that's a cookie," Barry said.
"Hey guys?" Caitlin said, reentering the room, not even giving the fact that Barry was on top of Cisco a second thought, "We have a problem,"
"Dammit! Every time I have an epiphany, I swear..." Cisco said, shaking his head as he walked to the control room. Barry ran there, sending papers in the air as he moved his feet.
"Our meta is attacking some bakery," Caitlin said, Barry checking the address before she could give it to him and he sped off.
"That's not a surprise," Cisco said, looking at the computer screen. Caitlin looked at him in question, "The meta-human. He's a bubbling lump of cookie dough, spewing it everywhere like a broken mixer -The Mixer!"
"Can you hold off on the nicknames, just for once?" Caitlin said, typing furiously without taking her eyes off the screen.
"Hmm, let me think about it -no. Don't change me, Caitlin!" Cisco said fiercely, although both of them knew he was joking. It wasn't fit to the mood to laugh.
"Guys. I see him. I don't think he's noticed me yet," Barry's voice came through the comm system.
"What's he doing? Were there many people inside?" Caitlin asked, listening carefully.
"There were eleven. They're all out. Someone called a little girl an ambulance. She got hit pretty hard. As for our meta-human...he's saying something, but I can tell what. I'm going in!"
"Barry, you can't just barge in; we don't what this guy's capable of! You need a plan, a strategy -" Caitlin said, stopping mid sentence. But she wasn't interrupted. She simply cut herself off.
"Guys! There's still someone inside! The meta's closing in on him -I really have to go in!" Barry said, the sound of air swishing wildly heard faintly through the headpiece.
Barry's POV (well...third person omniscient, but you know...focusing on Barry)
He rushed through the door, and the dribbling meta human turned to face to source of the whoosh briefly. In that brief moment, the globs started fading, and a human face slowly started showing, a cold expression written on it. The glimpse was brief, and soon the face disappeared and was replaced with the bubbling tan.
Barry zipped behind the counter, the barely graying man ducking behind the counter looking at him both fearfully and gratefully. In a matter of seconds the man was safe outside the building.
"Looks like it's just me and you," Barry said, zipping around the man a few times. He didn't even seem a little disoriented as his palm bubbled and shot at him. Barry dodged it and watched as a chair became encased with a shell as it hardened.
"Oh come on, Bubbles!" Barry taunted, running around the room. The meta was still unphased.
He didn't even reply as he slunk along down a narrow hallway; Barry could see the restroom signs at the end by two doors. Barry couldn't run around him in the small width, and he was above phasing through a person, no matter how bad. Barry watched as the meta slid under the door, compacting himself to almost nothing. Barry ran and twisted the knob. It was locked. Barry let himself contemplate for a few seconds while he wildly twisted the knob if the man was right by the door. It was kill him if Barry phased through.
The sirens of the small child's ambulance wailing in the distance pushed the thought out of his head, and he phased in. He steadied himself just quick enough to see the last drops of goo slinking down the sink.
"He's gone, guys," Barry said, pressing the button on his earpiece, "I lost him,"