A/N: So my last holiday day is being spent updating my stories so you guys won't knock down my front door, wielding fire torches and pitchforks.

I'm not kidding.

Also trying to improve my writing, because it freaking sucks and I have no idea how this story has gotten so much attention.

Previously on 'The Coma':

I retract a little bit to study her face.

And suddenly, I'm kissing her.

Barry's POV

The kiss is unlike anything I've ever known.

Her mouth moving against mine, each of us trying to show each other how much we loved the other (well for me, anyways) and her hands are curling up to my chest.

It wasn't a brilliant explosion of fireworks, like the stuff my dreams would have me believe, because I'm kissing Caitlin Snow, for God's sake, and she's never been predictable.

Instead, it was so much more.

It was beyond the reach of metaphors, of analogies and similies, beyond the reach of language, beyond the reaches of time and space, and the description of several galaxies simultaneously exploding with a gazillion times the force of a hundred atomic bombs wouldn't do it justice.

We finally needed air (Caitlin more than me, super healing powers and all), hesitate for a second, savouring it, capturing it, tattooing it to our brains, and then we surface.

Everything is ten on the awkward scale (hello terrorists, you've been bombed out of the water, you're a mere nine now) and then I can't stand the crippling awkwardness, the uncertainity hanging about in the air like flies in the Amazon, the words of hurt which are sure to fly next-

So I kiss her again.

This one was more passionate, standing in the wreckage of a bomb site like the two luckiest survivors ever, but also humble, like those cliched kisses in the rain, the feeling of being so in love, and her arms are around my neck, pulling her closer to me, and mine are around her waist, doing exactly the same.

This one felt more right, in a way.

This one got rid of all my conflictions over whether I should tell Caitlin, about my hesitations because she thought I wasn't working quite right.

And then we needed air again, and I needed clarification that this was actual life and not a very real-seeming dream.

"So," I say, after a few seconds of catching our breath.

"So..." Caitlin repeats.

My head suddenly hurts with a great intensity, sending me to the floor and Caitlin into a panic.

"Oh my god, wait, I'm a doctor!" I can hear her muttering to herself.

"Cait," I say through the pain. "I think my brain is starting to sort through the memories. Could you put me to sleep with the elephant tranq?"

"Uh, uh," I can almost smell her panic. "I'll go get it."

"Good, please hurry!"

She turns and runs down the hall, emerging a few seconds later with the white machine.

She opens the machine and takes a needle, full of clear liquid, out.

She steels herself for a moment.

Then it goes in and my brain is on vacation.

Caitlin's POV

Why couldn't I do my job properly?

Is this to do with Barry? Of course, you idiot.

Am I too emotionally compromised?

I need a breather. I sit down on the floor next to Barry.

Caitlin, make a plan.

Step One: Take Barry back to STAR Labs. They can monitor him for the weekend.

Step Two: Do something nice and fun to take your mind off of EVERYTHING. Mini-vacation.

Step Three: Invite Felicity?

Step Four: Book nice resort, come back in two days.

Step Five: Forget you EVER kissed Barry.

"Okay," I say to myself.

So I lug Barry's body into the car, saying he was drunk to all the people staring at me.

I don't think I've ever got this much attention from my neighbours.

I put him on the machines, which was difficult to do in the passenger seat of a car, and leave the IV pole for my machines.

I only had one, and STAR Labs had eight, last time I checked.

So I drive him back, not explaining anything to Dr Wells or Cisco, who look at me in confusion.

Then I run back to my car, no easy feat in heels (pun unintended), and speed-dial Felicity.

"Hey, um, how are you doing?"

"Good, you?"

"I've been better."

"Why'd you call?"

"Can a girl not call her best friend?"

Felicity chuckles a bit, and because of the bad connection, it sounds like rain pelting a windowpane in a very hard storm.

"She can, but you prefer to Skype for everyday chats. What's up?"

"I need a getaway vacation."

"Why?"

"Some shit hit the fan and I really need to sort myself out."

"You kissed Barry, didn't you?"

My silence somehow provided an answer. I was merely trying to form the words in my brain.

"OH MY GOD! TELL ME MORE-"

"Felicity, mind not telling everyone in the general vacinity?" I say, starting up my car and driving out the gates.

"Oh yeah. Um, do you want me to tell you the best spa resort?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come. You don't have to, of course, but it'd be nice to not only meet when the world's in trouble."

"Yeah, it would."

"So you're coming?"

"Girl, I think this is long overdue. Pack your bags, I'll be at your place in four hours."

"How do you know where I live?"

"You're really asking a computer hacker that?"

"You know what? Nevermind. See you in a couple of hours."

"Bye." Felicity's voice is bubbly with excitement, just as I turn, two streets away from my apartment building.

I'm excited too.

For once, I'm not waiting around to have my heart broken.

A/N: Caitlin's going sassy!

I've decided I've written her a bit- wimpy, for lack of a better term.

So she's going to mature (or demature) a bit in the next chapter(s) and she will somehow become funnier.

Also, a couple of my stories will be undergoing a total rewrite (I'm not changing the plot, just adding stuff in because it seems to reflect my non-editing policy- everything you read is my venting at the world.