A/N: Sorry I haven't written in ages, but I hope it was worth the wait. I am currently writing a short story called 'Jealousy', which will be posted on my tumblr, and possibly on here, depending on the reaction. Also have a bunch of new ideas- who knew that you could get so bored when a teacher talks to you? I didn't.

I'm Head Librarian and Head of The Book Club this year. I have jokingly renamed the title, 'Queen of The Nerds.'

Welcome to that, I guess.

Caitlin's POV

Barry sits at the table, but I stand and drum my fingers against the table.

Let me just come out with it.

This is awkward.

The doorbell rings, and we look at each other awkwardly, and I decide to swallow the bullet first.

"Hey, wanna watch whatever's on?"

"I think they were doing a special on the cheetah on National Geographic."

"You watch National Geographic?"

"No." He admits, embarrassed.

"Okay then. But how did you know there was a National Geographic special tonight? You were in a coma, remember?"

"The night of Operation, I was going to see this one."

"Okay." I say, as I open the door with cash in hand.

The delivery guy is young, in his twenties, and hands me my order without looking at my eyes. Rather my chest area.

Barry comes up behind me and hands the guy some money. I don't know what to do. I've never really dealt with a pedophile before.

The guy still kept standing in the doorway. Still staring at my chest.

"Ahem," I cough.

"Would you like anything else?" The guys tone isn't exactly subtle, and I can feel Barry ready to explode at my side.

"No thank you." I try closing the door, but he sticks his foot in.

"We're going to the pub tonight, want to come and ditch little boy over here?"

Barry's reaching his breaking point, and the guy forces the door open again.

He tugs my wrist, and no sooner than he starts hurting me, he disappears.

Barry reappears a second later, then closes the door behind him. He flashes back with some ice, and I flop down on the couch. I have had too much of a long day.

"Thanks Barry," I say in a small voice from the couch. Then I get up, deciding that sweatpants and a long tee would be nicer about now.

"Need anything?"

"No, I'm getting changed. Now it seems your super-speed is fine, so you might want to change into something more comfortable? I've got sweatpants that might actually fit you."

"No thanks. I'll grab some stuff, and come back."

"Okay." I lock the bathroom door behind me and take a deep breath.

I get changed rather fast, and undo my hair. I take my lipstick off, my lips reverting to their natural pink state, but I don't wear other make-up, so I'm good on that front.

I comb my fingers through my hair until it falls in waves down my shoulders, then I put it up in a messy bun and go out, dropping my dirty laudry in the hamper and stretching my elastic onto my wrist (the non-affected one) in the process.

I sit on my couch and examine my wrist. It should just bruise, but I think I should put a bandage on it anyway, just in case. In college I had read of complications including infection, so I wasn't going to take the chance.

I grab the roll from the med kit, and a clothespin too, and sit back down on the couch.

Maybe I had been too harsh on Barry. He was still Barry, essentially, it was just a brain thing.

"Can I help?" Speak of the devil.

"Um, I got it." I knew his very presence intoxicated me like alcohol.

"No you don't. Let me help."

I take another deep breath and hold both the bandage and my wrist out. His jaw tightenes as he sets eyes on my wrist, but it's just red at this point.

"It's fine, I just bruise easily." I tell him, to which he nods. He sits on the couch next to me, and slowly the process of transferring the bandage onto my arm began.

It feels domestic, and its over too soon.

I grab the Chinese food and sit back on the couch next to Barry.

"Here's the dumplings, as per requested." I hand two takeout boxes to him, as well as a pair of chopsticks.

"No way."

"What?"

"You don't like dumplings?!"

I shrug. "They're okay."

"No. This is not acceptable. You did not just call dumplings 'okay'."

"But I did. So let me eat."

He takes my food and puts it behind his back.

"You have to eat a dumpling, confess sincerely it is the greatest thing ever, then you shall get your food back."

I sigh.

"Give it to me straight. No fancy sauces or whatnot."

"Nope."

"Damn it. Just as long as there isn't any avocado in it."

"Avocado why?"

"I'm allergic."

"All those years, in the coma, and you never told me. Not once. Zip. Zilch."

"Well-" He uses they opportunity to stuff it right into my unsuspecting mouth, and his face is so close to mine, and I can't chew, or swallow.

"Really Dr Snow, you know how to eat."

I suddenly find my abilities again, and the dumpling begins its perilous journey into my stomach.

"See? There you go." This time, I'm curious as to see what my closeness might do to him. I lean in, closer and closer, until he finally closes his eyes, and I realise he should be sleeping, for god's sake.

So instead I grab my takeout, and kiss him on the cheek after deciding that I couldn't just leave him hanging, to which he opens his eyes, and I announce, "Victory is served!"

He chuckles and I lie my head on his shoulder, and his head just comes to rest on top of mine.

I take slow bites of my dinner, and I stop eating halfway through, and put it down on the couch beside me, and close my eyes.

A while later, I open them and remove my head.

Barry opens his eyes sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Uh, ten-thirteen, by my watch." I say, checking.

A/N: Any thoughts? I looked back on this chapter and I have realised, I TOTALLY SUCK AT WRITING. As to any of you who wondered how it took me so long, I'm a bit slow.

And to the anon who may or may not be a WestAllen shipper: Screw logic. It's my story.