A/N: Both I, and my computer, have messed this up like three times. I ain't doing yet another author's note, thank you very much.
"Okay." I shrug his arms off, getting my purse, and walk down to my car.
"Give me your address, I could beat you home," Barry offers.
"We're not risking your super-speed. If something's gone wrong, I don't want to risk it. Go down to my car please, and I know you never got your licence, so get in the passenger seat. Here's the key." I toss him it, and he catches it. Smug bastard.
"What are you going to do?" He asks me.
"Get a bunch of medical stuff I need to monitor you with."
"Let me help."
"No, Barry. You should be hurting like hell, even with the accelerated hearing. You better be glad I'm not taking you in the van in a stretcher."
"What can I say? Your love hast healed thou."
"Shut up, and get in the car." I realise this is the worst tone to take with him, and amend it. "Sorry, I'm being snippy. Anyway, if you want to take something, just take this." I hand him the med kit, which I know I have at home, but the one at home is severely in need of replenishing. "The others I can manage."
"Yes, wifey." He's not making this easy, is he?
"Don't call me that, I'm warning you."
"Whatever you say, wifey." He departs, and unfortunately, my hands are still too laden with machines to hit him in the shoulder.
"Damn you, Allen!" I say.
I swear I hear a chuckle.
So I lag downstairs with the machines, and put them in the open trunk, alongside the med kit.
"Thanks for opening the trunk," I say, as I get into the driver's side of the car, slightly breathless and in a hurry to get going.
Barry smiles at me, and says, "No problem."
I turn on the ignition.
"I like your car. It's cosy, and it's blue."
"When you were in the coma, what was my car like?" I ask.
"It was a dark grey Volvo. I tried persuading you to get a Ferrari, but you pointed out that it would be absolutely impractical for the weather, and so, we didn't get a Ferrari. But, after I got my licence, we went to Italy for a day, and we rented a yellow Porsche, like in those books, Twilight or Dawn, or something like that, and we drove around the city, eating pizza and gelato, until you were full and sleepy, when I took you back home. It was the best day that I'd ever had, better than getting my powers, or putting my high school bully behind a glass wall in the particle accelerator. I already liked you from the start, but that day, that day I knew I was in love with you. Our wedding day, and our honeymoon and when I asked you to marry me, those were other best days too."
"Gelato, Italy." I whisper quietly.
"Yeah, just like we talked about before. When we were playing that game, when was that again?"
"That was," I check my watch, "this morning."
"Wow, time flies," He says.
"Pizza. Ronnie really wanted to go to Italy for our honeymoon." I speak in a whisper, then amend my volume as a curious question came into my head. "Where did we go? For our honeymoon?" I ask, out of curiosity.
"We went through Europe, in the yellow Porsche. We revisited Italy, went to Vatican City, France, Germany, Luxembourg, and Belgium." He says, looking at me. Even though I am driving, I feel him staring.
"Belgium?" I ask. It didn't seem like a place I'd go.
"Waffles and chocolate," He grins at me.
"Right. Remind me to be your dentist in an other life, will you? I'll be drowning in money."
"But what if in another life, I don't like sugar?"
"Yeah right. That'll happen." We laugh, and I realise something.
It hasn't really changed.
I mean, everything has changed, but still, he's the same Barry, and I'm still the same Caitlin. He hasn't gone nuts, like some crazy stalker type who needs to be with me constantly.
Maybe Barry really did like me, like me, even before the coma.
A/N: Sorry for the really short chapter. I had writers block today, which I dispelled with 'Jack and Jill' and gummy bears and a candy fest. A few of you have addressed the issues of whether Barry was in the real future in his coma, or if his mind was making it up. Well, I have finally decided what to do about that.
It's not going to be the real future, because I did that when I was writing for MAOS, but I think I'll do a special chapter on Dr Wells making a trip into the future and what he sees.
So, thank you everyone for the love, and to those of you who said I was a good writer (I'm not, but I'll roll with it) and today I have started applying for different schools! Cross your fingers for me and hope I get into at least one of my choices! (Or don't, whichever works.)