Yay! Another chapter! :-) I'm going to try to update almost everyday, because I want this finished before my school starts. But please tell me if you feel like this is being rushed.

"Hey."

Killer Frost turned around, a smile on her pale face. "Hey."

It had been a few months since the fire, and ever since then, Killer Frost and Team Flash had settled into a functional relationship.

"Thanks for helping us," continued Julian.

Killer Frost replied, "It's my pleasure." She hesitated, then added, "Caitlin would have wanted me to help."

There was an uncomfortable silence. The two hadn't mentioned Caitlin since the fire. Finally, Julian asked, "Don't you want to bring Caitlin back?"

Killer Frost paused before replying. "I...don't know," she admitted. "I don't want to be pushed in the back of her mind, lonely and cramped."

"What should I call you?"

Killer Frost blinked twice. "What?"

"You don't want me to call you Caitlin. And I'm sure you don't want to be called Killer Frost. So what should it be?"

Killer Frost thought about it. "Frost. Call me Frost."

"So, Frost," began Julian. "Would you like to stay? You don't need to wander, then come as quickly as you can when we need you. You can stay here."

Frost asked quietly, "Where would I stay?"

"S.T.A.R. Labs?" Julian suggested.

The meta-human shook her head. "No. It's too public."

"Your old apartment?" Julian tossed around another idea.

"You haven't sold it yet?" Frost asked, surprised.

Julian sighed. "It's not my right to decide to sell it."

Frost softened, smiling. "Thank you, but I'd rather not be alone."

A crazy, reckless idea popped into Julian's head. "I know this sounds crazy, but what about with me? You'll have your privacy, but you won't need to be alone."

The white-haired woman stared at him. "You mean...I'll...move in with you?"

Julian blushed. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Frost interrupted, "Are you sure you'd want to live with me?"

The blonde took her cold hands. "You are the woman I fell in love with."

Frost flinched, remembering her response to him. "No, I'm not," she argued quietly. "I'm not Caitlin." She felt Caitlin resurface. She shut her eyes, hoping to gain control of herself. To her immense relief, she felt the brunette weaken and her faint personality faded away.

"Frost - Caitlin, just please come home."

Frost put one freezing hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry, Julian." She walked away.

Her palm had frozen the tears that had begun to slide down his cheek.