A/N: Sorry for not updating, I'm trying to get my emotional baggage sorted out before I end up doing something bad.

Not like trying to watch all the seasons of Supernatural in a week bad.

I promise to try keep a regular schedule of writing FanFiction, okay?

I have gotten half of 'A Very SnowBarry Christmas' sorted out. It is going to be VERY long. So expect that sometime possibly in the next two weeks if I don't do my homework.

Okay, now on with the part that people ACTUALLY care about!

Barry's POV

Something's wrong.

I can feel it.

I don't know what, but all of a sudden I really needed to talk to Caitlin.

I grab my phone, willing her to pick up.

I don't care if she yells at me, I really need to talk to her.

Suddenly, it pick up, and Caitlin's voice comes running through.

I sigh microscopically in relief.

Then I realise it's her voicemail.

I hang up angrily.

I'm so worried.

All the machines were beeping so loudly. I saw my heart rate. 340.

Shoot.

Breathe, Barry, or you'll be of no help to anyone.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Just breathe.

Breathe.

What would Caitlin do?

I hear her voice in my head.

"Call Felicity," it says.

So I do.

No more than two rings later, she picks up.

"Hello, it's Felicity."

"Hi, it's Barry. I really need a favour."

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"Can you track Caitlin down? She's not answering, and something's really wrong. I can feel it."

"Okay. Um, give me a seecooond...And, it's dead, Barry."

"Can you triangulate it's last known point?"

"Yes. It's in a grocery shop parking lot."

"Can you get CCTV footage?"

"Yes," Felicty replies.

I hear her breathing hitch.

"Oh god."

"What. What is it?"

"It's Caitlin. Someone's stuck a needle in her neck and then it all goes black. There's no more footage till about five minutes later. The weird thing is all the cameras on a single route go black."

"They're calling me."

"It's a him. But there's something else."

"Yes?"

"I think it's a meta-human. There's sort of a violet aura around Caitlin since she meets him, and the it only increases once her touches her. He lets go, she fights it, he touches her again, and she's gone."

My blood boils.

I strip off the machines.

"Where does it lead to?"

"The end of the city. There's a number of abandoned warehouses there."

"Thanks. Bye, Felicity."

"Call S.T.A.R Labs, Barry. They'll help."

"I will."

"I hang up, calling Cisco.

"Cisco, Caitlin's gone."

"Wha-?"

"She's been taken by a meta-human."

I think he's wide awake now.

"How?"

"Um he's sort of got this attraction thing going on, then he leads her back to the car, no license plate, then the CCTV goes black. There's a trail of disabled cameras to the edge of the city."

"I'll get a heat sig on it."

"Thanks. I'll be at the cortex soom."

"Kay."

And then I run,

run,

and r u n.

The thought he could be hurting Caitlin sent me desperately to almost the fastest I could go.

"Cisco! Where is she?" I stand outside a block of warehouses, showing various degrees of rust, desperately waiting for his answer.

"She's in the fifth one from the left. It's the only one with heat signatures."

"Kay."

I flash inside, immediately looking around.

There's a woman tied to a chair.

Upon closer inspection, I see it's Caitlin. She's unconscious.

Now I am VERY mad.

Also a bit scared. But I flash her out of the warehouse and into STAR Labs, laying her gently down on the bed.

Then I go back.

To catch the bastard that did this to her. She's my Caitlin.

I'm the one who always gets hurt, and she patches me up.

It was our dynamic; the way we moved around each other like a seperate solar system of our own.

As much I wanted to run back to Caitlin and hold her in my arms to she woke up, I couldn't do that. I physically needed to make sure he couldn't hurt her again.

I stand in the middle of the warehouse.

There's no-one there.

Then a chuckle rebounds off the walls.

A loud, deep-throated chuckle, malicious and reverbrating. I can't tell where the source of the sound is coming from.

Then he starts slowly clapping.

"Hello, Flash. Ordinarily, I'd continue on with my crime somewhere else, but I owed someone a favour."

"And who would that be?" I asked, my voice vibrating.

"My Uncle."

"Would I know who he would be?" I go for humour, and I admit, it's not one of my strong suits.

"Very well. He has a certain...cool about him taht you might recognise."

"No way. Snart is your uncle?"

"Yes."

"No."

"I assure you, it's true. I was born on the second of February, 1992."

"Not much older than me, huh."

"How would I know? Anyway, I'm afraid its time to meet your doom, Flash."

I promise not to leave you in suspense for too long!

I discovered 'Fangirl' by Rainbow Rowell, and I now know that I'm not going crazy, and other people do have this level of social anxiety. (Still trying to sort that one out, so I'm going to a movie on Friday with my classmates.)

I am a NERVOUS WRECK.

Remember the girl that was not very nice to me is going to be there.

Anyway, do any of you get a stomach ache with social anxiety? Like I feel physically tired if I'm around people, but I'm okay now.

Please leave a message telling me about anything! I really would like to know anything about you guys!

Also if you come from France or Switzerland, help me. I have a speech to learn. I messed the last one up. I literally forgot half of it, stopped it twice, fell over, and THEN ran off the stage.

Tips, help and general conversation with words appreciated!