Britney opened her eyes to see Caitlin and Ronnie hovering by her bedside.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked.

"Dr.-Eobard asked us to watch over you, to make sure you didn't wake up alone." Caitlin informed her.

"Thank you." Britney said.

"It was the least we could do." Ronnie spoke up. "Eobard saved my life."

"Where is he?" Britney inquired.

Caitlin and Ronnie looked at each other, then away quickly.

"He's in Iron Heights, doing time for Simon Stagg and Nora Allen's murders." Caitlin told her. "He left you a note, it's on your bedside table."

Britney eagerly picked up the note and unfolded it.

"He also said not to worry about medical expenses. He's paying for them from prison." Caitlin went on, but Britney was only half listening.

Dear Britney,

I'm sorry I can't be there when you wake up. I may not be seeing you for a long time in fact.

I wanted to do this properly, with flowers and a ring, but will you marry me?

Come visit me if you can,

Eobard.

Britney began to cry.

"Is that a good cry or a bad cry?" Ronnie asked.

"He asked me to marry him!" Britney said.

"That's great news!" Replied Caitlin.

"I know, but I may never see him again!" Britney wailed.

"Don't be silly." Said Caitlin. "He's only sentenced to thirty years in prison, and he may

get his sentence commuted for good behavior.

"You think so?" asked Britney.

"When Doc- Eobard wants something, he usually works hard for it. If he wants to see you again, powers or no powers, he will find a way." Caitlin said.

"He lost his powers again?" Britney asked.

"Looks like it's for good this time. No recharges, no nothing." Said Ronnie.

Britney's fingers curled around the note before she brought it to her chest, over her heart.

"I want to see him." She said, determined.

"Are you sure? How do you know he won't manipulate you?" Caitlin asked.

"Caitlin, it doesn't matter if he's manipulating me. I love him. Wow, was that sappy. Why did I say that out loud again?" asked Britney.

"You said it because it's true." Said Caitlin sadly.

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It took six months, but Britney was finally able to see Eobard. Before she saw him, however, she sent little gifts and a plethora of letters. She held off answering his question about marriage, however, and he never brought it up in his replies to her letters. She planned to see him after the Flash Rally. It felt like a double betrayal, going at all, a betrayal of the Flash Team (who made it clear after she was up and about that they wanted nothing to do with her), and a betrayal of Eobard, but she wanted to go, regardless. Even if she hated crowds. Even if none of Team Flash saw her there, supporting them. Even if she had chosen them over her boyfriend, negligible though her choice had been in the end.

She saw a sea of red and yellow and had to fight the urge to hit something. How dare they? Flash wasn't even the hero that day, and all of them knew it. Her boyfriend had been just as present that day, just as important, and yet, while he rotted behind bars, this crowd adulated the Flash.

She saw others in the crowd, standing on the green grass under that bright blue sky. She saw Iris with Eddie, Martin Stein with Clarissa, Caitlin with Ronnie, Cisco and Joe, hell, even the Rogues had turned up, even if they were disguised to be unobtrusive. All of them were chanting, "Flash, Flash, Flash…" As the mayor gave some inane speech about the Flash and other, less savory metahumans, about heroism and debt, Britney saw a black-clad figure cut through the crowd and then slip away.

What? Britney thought, then a vending cart was thrown at the Flash and the Mayor, and all hell broke loose. She was nearly trampled as the crowd ran every which way trying to escape. Britney muscled through it, somehow, and saw the black-clad masked man posturing against Barry. Cisco and Joe had a weapon they called "The boot" which they used to try to trap the metahuman.

It failed. The metahuman simply grew too large and snapped off the ankle-holdy-thingy.

"Run!" Joe told Cisco. Cisco ran. Barry picked up two propane tanks.

"What are we doing?!" Called Joe.

"I'm throwing, you're shooting!" Barry called back.

That's not gonna work. Britney thought desperately. She was right. The masked man simply dodged the flames as they came for him, advancing on the Flash and Joe.

Britney began to sing:

"Yes I'm Cisco/Yes I'm Eobard/and you're getting two thumbs up/you had enough of two hand touch/you want it rough/you're out of bounds/I want you smothered-"

While the masked man was concentrating on her, Barry threw another tank and Joe fired. Distracted, he caught the full brunt of the flames this time, shrunk, and ran off. Britney, for her part, had ducked and rolled away from the flames. She still felt the heat of them, but remained unsinged.

"Are you okay?" Barry asked, concern in his voice.

"Like you care." Britney retorted, brushing dirt off of herself. She then stalked off to see her boyfriend.

"…And then he had the nerve to ask me if I was okay! After making it perfectly clear he doesn't give a damn about me!" Britney finished recounting the story to Eobard.

"Sounds like you had quite the adventure today." Eobard said.

"Oh, I meant to tell you, I brought a ring. I only just managed to convince the guards to allow it in." Britney said, showing him.

"It's a nice ring." Eobard said.

"…Did you really want to marry me, or did you just want company during visitor hours?" Britney asked.

"I really wanted to marry you. I know thirty years is a long time to wait, but-"

"It's not too long for me. The ring is to your liking?" Britney asked again.

"Yes, it's gorgeous, why?" Eobard asked curiously.

"Well, I bought it with the money you sent with the lawyer last week-"

"You earned that money to do with it whatever you wished, why are you showing me the ring?" Eobard asked impatiently.

"…For a former professor, you can be really thick." Britney said as she stood. "Ahem, I humbly accept your offer of marriage and the token of your affection." She slipped the ring onto her left ring finger. "I had just enough money left over to buy a red rose. I know you wanted to do this properly, but this is the best I can do under the circumstances. The rose is in a vase at home."

"So you've moved in, then?" Eobard asked, eyes shining.

"Someone needs to keep the place warm for you." She said tartly.

A knock came from the guarded doorway on Britney's side of the glass. Britney turned.

"A call came for you, ma'am. He says his name is Cisco and its urgent."

Britney faced Eobard.

"Go." He said. "I'll see you soon, I hope."

Britney smiled. "See you soon."

Britney walked over and accepted her phone from the guard with a whispered, "Thanks."

To Cisco, she said, "This had better be important."