A/N: So, a few things:

- Yes, I finally posted. Depending on the reaction to this chapter I may or may not take down this story.

-I'm taking down one of my stories. They're getting so hard to keep up with on an exam schedule.

-There is a rant at the bottom of this chapter.

I'm tracing absent-minded circles with my thumb onto her skin when she wakes up, not fifteen minutes from when I sat down.

She opens her eyes, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her eyelashes flutter open like butterflies, and I could've cried with joy and relief at the sight of her warm, honey-brown eyes.

She looks at me, and my breath catches in my throat.

For but a few seconds she looks untroubled, then a small frown creases her face and smoothes out, almost faster than I could catch, but not quite.

Her hand stiffens in mine, but she forces them to relax.

"Deep breaths, Caitlin," I tell her, optimistic, oddly so.

She blinks quite a few times and breathes.

"Are you oksy?" i ask.

"I will be," she replies in a totally-not-cliche manner.

"Good to hear," I smile at her, before squeezing her hand for a few seconds.

"Wifey, you want out of here?"

"Yes."

"May I get a kiss for my troubles?"

"You may do."

"I'll be back."

She half-smiles. "Okay."

I find Cisco tinkering in the break room.

"Hey man, can you get Caitlin checked so she can go home?"

"Okay. Just give me a sec- and done."

"Cool." I accompany him back to the cortex.

Once all the necessary tests have been done, I sweep Caitlin off her feet to accompany her back to her car.

I put her in the car, then return to Cisco for her care instructions.

"Okay, so she needs 25 milligrams of this, twice a day, and these tablets will let her go to sleep, but she needs to be hooked up to these machines, and I imagine she's got your very similar ones at home."

"Thanks dude. I owe you one."

"You most certainly do," he smiles after me.

I get in the drivers seat.

"Hand over your keys," I instruct her.

She does so without complaint, which is unusual for Caitlin, but I shrug it off, putting it down to, you know, the aftereffects of being kidnapped and all.

So once we drive home, Caitlin get out of the car.

"Thanks for saving my life," she says quietly.

"No need, I would do it a bazillion times over," I reply.

She's quiet for a moment, but does speak again.

"Look, I know you save people everyday and stuff, but- oh, nevermind."

Her frustration is utterly endearing.

"I'm going to find a way to cure you of the coma aftereffects."

Wow. That was not what I thought she was going to say.

"Cool. That's really awesome of you, Cait."

"I don't suppose you want that kiss now?"

I go up to her and kiss her on the forehead, lingering for a few seconds.

"Too late, no takebacks."

She smiles at my deliberately childish antics.

"We'd best get inside. Don't want to catch a cold."

"Yes, sir- ma'am."

We go inside. Her apartment remains unchanged.

I grab a couple of takeout menus.

"WIFEY, IS THAI FOOD OKAY TO EAT FOR DINNER?!" I yell, thinking Caitlin was in the shower.

"Ow! Not so loud! I'm not deaf yet!"

"Yet?" I smirk devilishly.

She rolls her eyes. "Okay. I'm going to take a shower. Order the Thai. Pad Thai for me, thanks."

"You're welcome!" I call after her.

I order the Thai, and just as the doorbell rings, Caitlin comes out, pyjamas on.

I pay for the Thai, but Caitlin gets close.

"Another day," I promise her.

After we eat, we both go to brush our teeth.

I shave (sort of, and Caitlin helped a bit), and she washes her face and does her 'feminine ritual' thing.

We both brush our teeth at the same time, gargle, spit and then it's a small matter of getting Caitlin hooked up to the machines.

I hand them to her from their place on the kitchen table.

She goes looking in her closet, comes out, and curses.

"Damn." She mutters, oblivious to my open-mouthed gaping.

She turns around and blushes.

"Um, I-Uh," is what comes out mof her mouth.

Now I'm curious.

"Come out with it, Caitlin."

"The toaster TV needs an IV pole but you've got it, and I'm not taking it, but it is possible to share it, so could we maybe, possibly sleep in the same bed?"

"Sure, yeah."

She exhales, takes a few moments before resuming her matronliness.

I sit on the bed, watching her make adjustments.

"Do you want me to do you now?" She immediately blushes a furious scarlet.

"Wow. Deja vu." I smile. "But, yes please."

"Shut up," She smiles despite herself.

"As you wish."

She's silent for a fewmoments, starting with the toaster thing and the other thing.

Then comes the waistband.

She misses the catch not once, but twice, which was practically unheard of.

Then she gets it around.

"Phew." She exhales again.

"You do know I will not shoot you, right?"

"What? Uh, okay, yeah."

"Good to sort of know."

Then she goes about attaching the machines to herself whil I make myself comfy.

She attaches electrodes near her collarbone and on her wrists.

"Can I get you to do up the clasp?" She asks, waving a waistband similar to mine.

"Okay," I say, not very chatty, voice uneven.

I brace myself, because it's Caitlin, goddamnit, and I couldn't do this, not while she thought I was mentally unstable.

I lied to Cait when I told her I wasn't listening. I didn't get it myself. But those years, with her, felt like reality and most amazing I had ever known, and now they were cruelly ripped from me.

I keep myself from gasping when she lifts her shirt up.

Not because its high, (it barely shows her lowest rib) but the expanse of creamy skin, no matter how small, was so intimate and not mine that I almost couldn't do it. I nearly lost my self restraint and kissed her and told her I loved her.

But I couldn't.

How fate was cruel.

So I do it up, and then lie back down, but when Caitlin gets in the bed, I let her settle for a few seconds before draping an arm around her.

When she snuggles into it, I know just how deep I'm in love.

If she doesn't reciprocate my feelings, I have no idea what I'll do.

I know what a crush is.

This is nothing like this. My 'love' for Iris was nothing like this.

The idea of loving someone else, of ever loving someone else, is so painful that I bite my tongue to keep from making a noise.

A loud, erratic beeping startles me out of my thoughts.

Caitlin turns around in bed, somehow not getting tangled in any of our wires.

"You okay there, hubby?"

"Hubby?" I snort.

"Well, you call me wifey, I might as well."

I think for a second. "Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yep."

By this time, the beeping has descended into background noise.

I was calm once again.

A/N: I know how out of hand the tenses are getting, but I wanted to know if anyone still wanted to read this story.

So Guest said:

Screw 60-plus years of comic history, more like.

B****, the Flash series doesn't exist in a void. It draws heavily from Flash: Rebirth, which was written by Geoff Jones who actually works on the show and yes, he is a WestAllen shipper himself.

FrankenBlizzard ain't goin' nowhere. Give it up.

-First off, I told you that I was disregarding the comics and basing on the TV SHOW, OF WHICH THIS ARCHIVE IS FOR. If you would like to nitpick some SnowBarry shippers or some fic, a) don't do it to people, it reflects bad social skills and a certain violence which is not appreciated (I do accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism), and b) there is an entire COMIC BOOK archive for you to nitpick. If you have already done so, try writing some.

Secondly, are you calling EVERY show that has not got comic history a void?

What about Gotham, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Once Upon A Time and MANY others?

Do they exist in voids?

Thirdly, I'm working my way through a whole notebook of TV shows and movies. I will add Flash: Rebirth as a happy compromise.

Fourth: What the HECK is a FrankenBlizzard? Your pen name? If so, I'm still uncertain. You could elaborate.

Final comment:

Please don't post hate. As I said before, if you had suggestions, please leave them.