Caitlin was sitting slumped at Cisco's desk chair in STAR Labs. It had been a few hours since Cisco and Ralph had saved her and Dominic from Amunet, and she hadn't moved much.

She was exhausted. The power dampening cuffs that Amunet had used had been different then the ones Cisco created. Cisco's covered the Frost side of her like a blanket, muffling it so it couldn't control her and she could think clearly. Amuent's, on the other hand, had been engineered a lot worse. Caitlin imagined that if Killer Frost's body was inside her head, the dampening power had beat back at her with sticks and bricks and everything else it had to throw.

She could feel Frost's pain and fatigue inside her, and it was beginning to affect the outside of her, too. Caitlin felt sore and tired, like you do before you catch a cold.

... No pun intended.

Caitlin was worried, too. It had been hard for her to not explode at Iris for making the choice to save her instead of Barry. She had just barely been able to get herself under control by remembering that it had probably been one of the hardest choices of Iris' life. That and she was pretty glad that she and Dominic weren't dead.

Still. As Barry's girlfriend she had all of the worrying rights she wanted, and a lot of them were being used right now.

The sound of speed lightning filled the room and Caitlin froze in her chair, her heart fluttering like fluffy snow tossed into the air.

She turned around and a smile bloomed across her face. "Barry!"

Caitlin threw herself out of her chair and ran towards him as he slumped tiredly against the wall. He grabbed her in his arms, hands spanning across her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Caitlin breathed as Barry's forehead burrowed against her shoulder. "I have been more worried over the past 3 hours then I have been in almost my entire life."

Barry pulled back a little and frowned. "3 hours? I was only gone 3 hours?"

"No." Caitlin hesitated, knowing he would go into Overprotective Barry Mode once he heard what had happened to her. "I... Amunet kidnapped me around the same time that DeVoe took you."

Barry's eyebrows raised and he moved back a little, cupping her face in his hands. Overprotective Barry Mode had started, and Caitlin let out a little sigh.

"Are you okay?" He asked seriously, searching her face. He would know if she was lying.

"I'm fine, really." Caitlin assured him. She paused. "Frost, on the other hand... let's just say those power dampening cuffs did a number on her. I can kind of feel it inside of me."

"You haven't..." Here, Barry paused. He had never been very good at broaching the topic of Frost. "You haven't let her out, yet? To see if she's alright?"

Caitlin sighed, feeling a little guilty, and shook her head. "To be honest, I'm kind of mad at her right now." She murmured. "Frost has been hanging around with Cisco, Harry and Ralph and this morning they were all acting like they would much rather spend time with her then me." She shrugged. "I don't really blame them... Frost is- well, she's cool, you know? No pun intended."

Barry smiled at her. "Well, let me assure you, Caitlin Snow, that I much prefer you to Frost. I like Frost, but I love you."

Caitlin felt pink spread across her cheeks. She bit her lip happily, then joked. "I won't tell her you said that. She kinda has the hots for you."

Barry sent her a cheeky grin and Caitlin laughed. After a few seconds, however, she sobered up and got back to the point. "I should let her out though, make sure she's okay." She paused. "If she... if she isn't stabile, or if she starts getting violent-"

Barry smiled. "I know the drill, don't worry."

They had discovered a strange method for getting Caitlin back when Frost took over and wouldn't give up control. All Barry had to do was kiss her, and suddenly the emotions coming from Caitlin were just too strong for Frost to fight. It was a fairly fool-proof system, and one that was rather enjoyable for Caitlin.

Caitlin took a deep breath and shut her eyes, then finally let other side of her consciousness out.

Frost stood in front of Barry for a moment, looking confused, like she didn't know where she was. Then her already pale face turned a sick shade of grey and her knees buckled.

Barry lurched foreword and caught her. Frost let out a groan, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Are you- are you okay?" Barry asked uncertainly. He wasn't used to dealing with Frost, and he wasn't quite sure what to do.

"What does it look like, hot stuff?" Frost groaned, her eyes flicking open. "I just spent the last 24 hours trapped inside someone else's body getting beat up. What do you think?"

Barry winced. "Um... so not okay?"

Frost cracked a smile, and let him help her over to the medical bed in Caitlin's lab. She leaned back against the pillows with a long sigh and shut her eyes.

"Do you need anything?" Barry asked, hovering nervously. It was tough seeing someone who looked so much like Caitlin in this much pain. "I can get you an ice pack... though you could probably handle that yourself."

Frost smirked. "Some Advil would be nice, thanks."

It was in her hand a second later with a only slightly spilled glass of water held out to her helpfully.

Frost raised her eyebrow. "Over-eager beaver, much?"

Barry turned red. "I just- I just like to be helpful." He muttered, embarrassed.

"Thanks." Frost said, taking the glass. She sent him a look. "That was from Caitlin, not me, by the way."

"Yeah, I figured." Barry blurted. Frost raised her eyebrow, and he resisted the urge to run away screaming. "Uh, no offense."

She laughed softly. "Normally, I would freeze your hand. But Caitlin seems to not want me to do that, and I don't quite have the energy."

Barry smiled, sitting down beside her and gently covering her with the blanket. "You should get some rest." He said. "Amunet's power dampening cuffs really did a number on you."

Frost sighed, her blond hair spilling across the pillow as she got comfortable. Barry leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Tell Caitlin I love her, okay?"

"Will do, Flashy." Frost said, winking and shutting her eyes.

Barry smiled and patted her shoulder.

It was time for him to get some rest, too.