Barry Allen's POV
The smell of pancakes wafted through my apartment, making me drool. I stretched, then stood up, and headed off to the kitchen.
"Hey, you're awake, Barry. I made pancakes." Iris exclaimed as she turned around, holding a spatula on one hand and a plate piled with pancakes on the other.
"I can see that. Thanks, Iris." I whispered hoarsely, my voice still raw from all the sleep I have been getting. I nibbled on the pancakes slowly.
"I called in sick for you Barry," Iris continued, continue cooking the rest of the batter. "I noticed you haven't been getting much sleep lately, and you looked so peaceful having a dreamless sleep. I didn't have the heart to wake you. It's 11 am now." Iris supplied helpfully.
I looked up from my high stack of pancakes. "You didn't have to do that." I muttered, then went back to my pancakes.
"Sure I do Barry."
She finished washing off the pans, then walked over, pulled out a chair opposite to me, and sat down.
"I'm sorry, Iris." I murmured after a while.
"What? Why are you sorry?" Iris asked, taken aback by my apology.
"I'm sorry I woke you up in the middle of the night, I'm sorry for making you stay here with me, I'm sorry for making you call in sick for work, and I'm sorry you're stuck babysitting me." I stated all in one breathe.
"Barry," she began. "You did not force me to do any of those things, okay?I did them voluntarily. Because I wanted to help you. Voluntarily. You need to stop blaming yourself for things that aren't even remotely your fault."
I didn't say anything, just kept on picking at my pancakes, studying the table.
Iris' hand slid over and overlapped mine, offering me slight comfort. After what seemed like an eternity, I finished 1 pancake, out of the entire stack.
"It's okay if you can't finish it. You can leave it in the fridge and microwave it when you're hungry."
Either Iris is a mind reader or she just knows me really well. I shot her a grateful look, then stored the pancakes away.
When I came back, Iris was setting up for a film.
"Star wars? It is your favourite after all."
I nodded gratefully at her, then sunk into the sofa.
How lucky I am to have friends like Iris, who is still willing to stick with me through my darkest times.
Caitlin Snow's POV
I watched as my hand shot out blasts of cold air and ice. What is going on? What is wrong with me?
I stared ahead into a mirror, and watched as streaks of my hair turned white and my eyes turned icy blue. My lips are also tinged blue.
I understood now. Killer Frost. I am becoming her. I am dangerous.
What could've caused this? What could've caused this dramatic change in my life. Surely, cold powers aren't in my genes, and I only started feeling weird after that night when Barry-
Of course. Flashpoint.
A surge of anger rushed through me as I blasted a vase furiously.
My mouth hung open in shock. The once complete vase was blasted into a million pieces on the floor, rendering useless.
What had I done?
I gaped at the chaos I had wrecked at my house, using only both my hands.
Then I realised it. I couldn't control my powers. That explains everything, the recent memory flashes, being snappy and annoyed all the time...
I have to talk to Cisco, get him to make a device that can suppress my powers for now. I cannot very well go round town wrecking havoc when I am not in the right mind now can I.
That was the last thing I remembered before ending up in one of the containment cells in star labs.
Sorry guys, didn't update yesterday as I wasn't home for a lot of the time. And I wasn't home until just now, and I'm exhausted, which explains why this chapter is crappier than usual. Still, thanks for reading. Stay tuned for the next chapter, Killer Frost taking over Caitlin's body. And please review: Do you think I should add Savitar to the story? Yes? No? I'd like to hear suggestions please. Again, sorry for crappy language and grammar. I hope you enjoyed it despite all that. :) Have a nice day, stay tuned and review! :)