He's so tall and handsome as hell
He's so bad, but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins
My one condition is

Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha
Wildest Dreams, Taylor Swift

As time was running out, they still didn't really have any good idea how to prevent the future from happening, how to save both Caitlin from becoming Killer Frost and Rachel from dying. The first one should be easy - just keep her from changing and make sure she was wearing the meta necklace, an upgrade from the cuffs that made her feel like a criminal. Then again, they should also know better than to just rely on that alone. Anything could happen. Anything, absolutely anything could cause her to change.

Those days S.T.A.R. Labs became Rachel's home as she didn't even leave its walls anymore, constantly being treated, checked up on and even tested by both Caitlin and Julian. She did her best to be hopeful around her team mates, especially when they went to such great lengths to keep her company while still being so busy, all just to make sure she didn't have to be alone too much. The one person she didn't see much of now was Barry, but she understood perfectly why and was relieved to be spared any awkwardness.

The man in question was actually on his way to finally see her, building up his strength as he slowly approached her room, trying to rid of the constant fear and worry that kept him in its cold vice.

However, he didn't make it far, hearing crying coming from Rachel's room and eventually, he stood right by the slightly cracked open door, catching a glimpse of her sobbing and being hugged by Caitlin.

"I… I don't want to die," her voice broke. "I'm trying to be strong. I'm really trying to believe, but… with every passing day… the fear escalates… and I'm slowly losing hope, Cait. I don't… I don't want to go like this. Not because of some powers I got because Eobard Thawne insisted I was by his side when the particle accelerator exploded…"

Barry knew he should turn around and leave, that this was too private a scene he shouldn't be privy to. Yet, he couldn't seem to move, frozen in place.

Eventually, Rachel calmed down enough to say she would try and get some sleep and Caitlin left the room, closing the door behind her and not commenting on his presence there.

"This… this can't be my fault," she told him when looking up at him. "Rachel dying cannot be my fault, Barry. If there's a cure, if we can really come up with a cure for metas, I'm immediately taking it as well. I won't be the reason she dies. She's my best friend."

Barry only nodded, his hands fisted at his sides. He could barely handle the situation himself. It was too much stress. He even started to lose weight, which wasn't good since he was already skinny, his face thinning now as well.

"I… I can't lose her, Cait," was all he eventually managed to utter. "I… she's… No, I just can't," he finished with, turned around and left.

Caitlin's heart broke on seeing him like this, but in the same time she knew that no amount of consolation would ever be enough. They could try and make each other feel better to no end, but that wouldn't help. Actions would. Continuously.

They were all standing in the cortex, utterly speechless after bearing witness to what just happened and yet, despite them seeing it on camera footage, they still found it hard to believe.

It all started from Jesse suddenly having a vision of Savitar about which she told Caitlin and from there the domino tumbled down.

Caitlin confessed to having kept a part of the stone Barry had thrown into the Speedforce to prevent the creation of new Flashpoint metas and to stop Savitar from ever laying his hands on it.

One shall betray you…

Needless to say, she had a huge fallout with Jesse after which the younger woman grabbed the piece and sped off. About the last part the team found out only when Caitlin came running to them, worried out of her mind.

And Barry was too late.

He got to Jesse too late, the stone already in the Speedforce – ironically the very prison Savitar had been trapped in – she herself following, literally forced in there by the god of speed as he made his way out and towards freedom, informing that it was all he needed, that future Barry trapped him there for all eternity and the only way out was for another speedster to replace him.

One shall suffer fate worse than death…

Only one last part of the prophecy was to be fulfilled now and Barry refused to acknowledge it. He refused to accept that he couldn't change anything.

He attacked Savitar with everything he got, but also made a huge mistake while doing so since his actions were too influenced by his emotions.

He got beat. He would've been easily killed, but his opponent told him he couldn't do that just yet, that his death would not come that day so he could suffer even more later on.

Rachel had no idea what to do, how to help and where to even begin.

Caitlin's panicked voice and crying got her out of bed even though she wasn't really fit enough. Then she witnessed not only Jesse being violently dragged into the Speedforce so Savitar could be free, but also him nearly killing Barry.

Barry was back now, but there was a piece of Savitar's armour protruding from his shoulder and they didn't waste any time to put him in Cait's medical lab to remove it.

He screamed so loud once Caitlin did that, that Rachel couldn't take it anymore. She felt her entire body reacting to the emotions hanging in the air, to the despair and pain and loss and what was the worst – the lack of hope they could all feel now. Her head exploded in pain and before she managed to even say a word or scream for help herself, everything went black and she collapsed.

When Barry woke up, the physical pain was gone, but it didn't really make him feel any better. His eyes immediately met Caitlin's. She was standing over him, making sure he came to and his vitals were all ok, but her face was betraying way too much. She was on the verge of breaking herself, having just lost Jesse, but the girl was not dead, so at least there was some hope. That needed to keep Caitlin together because the last thing they should allow was for Killer Frost to take control. That would truly be their doom.

"Rachel?" Barry only asked, vaguely remembering her standing somewhere in the back before.

Caitlin closed her eyes as her face contorted and that caused Barry to immediately panic.

"Where is she?!" He tried to heave himself up, but sudden pain shot throughout his shoulder, reminding him that his clavicle was still shattered and it would take a little more time to heal, even for a speedster.

"She's alive," came the answer from Cisco standing a little in the back, "but she passed out. It's bad, Barry."

"Cait…" Barry turned to the only doctor in the room, but her eyes just filled up with tears, her hands starting to shake.

"Barry, I can't… I can't do this anymore… Jesse…"

"I'll get Jesse back. You need to take care of Rachel," he insisted.

"Julian's with her now," Cisco informed again. "He's the… second best qualified professional around here. But she hasn't woken up, Barry."

"I don't know how to help her," Caitlin admitted, still crying. "I'm too distraught. What happened… I can't even… I don't know what to do anymore, what other thing to try."

"We need Harry," Cisco more told them than merely suggested. "Caitlin is not fit for making any kind of a metahuman cure right now and Julian cannot do this alone."

"Cisco, he's gonna kill us for what happened to Jesse," Barry pointed out when covering his face with his hands in a hopeless gesture.

"It wasn't your fault, Barry."

"It was mine," Caitlin admitted her own guilt.

"No. By keeping a part of the stone, you were actually keeping Savitar from getting stronger."

"Well, in the end he got his way anyway, didn't he?" Caitlin got irritated. "Cisco, what are we even going to tell Harry? He left, trusting us to keep his daughter safe."

"He needs to know either way because it's his daughter. And while we focus on getting Jesse back, he can help with creating the cure. It's our last hope."

"Do whatever you have to, whatever you can," Barry encouraged, feeling more helpless than ever despite the sudden idea Cisco had.

She heard screaming, her lids feeling heavy as though they were made out of lead.

It was the voice, though, she realized just then as she lay there for a while, listening. It was the voice that brought up a well-known echo of the past and somehow despite the killer of a migraine that made her feel like her entire head was a massacre field, she left the bed and wobbly made her way to the cortex.

Harrison Wells of Earth 2 was just now standing in the middle of it, screaming at the entire team that they should've called him sooner, that he would've immediately come and helped despite the workload he still had back on his earth. He was furious about the danger his daughter had been exposed to even though it did reach him that they couldn't stop her, that she'd sneaked out all on her own and done the most foolish thing ever.

"Rachel," Barry said her name the moment he spotted her entering the cortex as he was standing facing that direction. "What are you doing out of bed? Are you alright?"

She didn't respond, didn't even manage to think about the question when ridden with the strongest headache she'd ever felt in her entire life.

On Barry noticing her, Harry turned around and once she caught a glimpse of him, she suddenly staggered and would've collapsed if he hadn't caught her in time, being the person closest to her.

"You should've told me it was this bad," he still murmured angrily, clearly to the rest of the team, though he stopped screaming, mindful of the pain she was in.

"Harrison?" suddenly came out of her mouth. "I think I need to lie down… I…"

She didn't seem like she was able to walk on her own anymore, so Harry heaved her up and carried her back to her room where he put her in bed, the team following.

"It doesn't look like she has much time," he said, judgment evident in his voice again. "We have to do something and we have to do it now." He made a move to leave when she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards herself, so he was now sitting on the edge of the bed with Rachel trying to get closer to him, still pulling on his arm so she could snuggle up to it. "What…?" he asked, clearly perplexed.

"Harrison…" she murmured his name again.

Barry, on seeing this, clenched his jaw so hard it hurt and then he realized what she really meant.

"She thinks you're Thawne," he explained in a changed voice, working way too hard to hide his true emotions that threatened to find an outlet. "It's not about you, Harry. It's about the man she loved that looked exactly like you. From before he betrayed us all."

"Barry, that doesn't mean…" Caitlin started, still trying to comfort him despite her own pain of losing Jesse. "It just means her brain…"

"It doesn't matter now, does it?" he shut her up in the same detached voice, avoiding looking at Rachel still trying to get close to the Wells present. "I'll go to the Speedforce and save Jesse. You," he turned to Caitlin and Julian and then looked at Harry who finally managed to get up and make his way to the door, "you make sure you can help her. She…" Barry's voice got stuck in his throat, so he stopped talking. Eventually though, he composed himself enough to address Harry alone, "I need you to do this. I am going to save your daughter, Harry, but you need to save her."

Harry nodded. "I'll do everything I can. You have my word on that."

"Good."

It was intimidating to meet him, to have such an eloquent, powerful and yes, so handsome person look directly at her as though he truly saw her, as though she mattered a great deal. It was strange to answer her phone the next day and find him on the other side, telling her she made an impression and he couldn't stop thinking about her since. She asked how he even got her number to which he answered that he had his ways…

And just like that, she was standing face to face with this attractive man, feeling so silly and so young and yet, her heart fluttered in her chest, butterflies dancing in her stomach. She couldn't deny that he was absolutely hot and that she reacted to it, even more so to him being so attracted to her, to him wanting to hear what she had to say despite her young age – something she'd been sadly, painfully denied by publishers she'd tried to interest with her work so far.

He was interested. And he wanted to know more.

The way he looked at her that night when he walked her back home, was scorching and enchanting. And the way he kissed her without asking for permission and instantly igniting a fire within her…

"Harrison…"

"Yes and no," the answer came and he was suddenly standing in front of her in a yellow suit. The Reverse Flash.

Panic rose up inside of her as she realized who he truly was. That he hadn't even been Harrison Wells to begin with.

She retreated, tried to run, fear swallowing her whole, but there he was again, standing right in front of her, cutting her way out.

Just then, all at once pain hit her. Pain in her head. Unimaginable agony that was way too much to handle and that made her want to be dead just so she didn't have to feel anymore…

…a stab in her arm…

Rachel opened her eyes to Harrison.

She blinked a few times, trying to figure out what happened and where she was. The fact that he was there, holding her up as she was lying down in her bed… Wait, no… wrong… It was the bed in one of the S.T.A.R. Labs' rooms… which meant…

"Harry," she finally recognized him, letting go of his arm that she just now registered she was still gripping. "What happened?"

"You almost died, that's what happened," he answered. "This…" he raised his hand with a small syringe in it, "was the cure to save you."

"Was?"

"Well, you're well and alive as it is in your veins now. Courtesy of mine, Albert's and Snow's mother's work."

"What…?" Rachel frowned, looking around and realizing they weren't alone, that Harry was just the person who administered the cure to her, but Barry, Cisco and somehow a very sad looking Jesse were there as well.

"Congratulations," Harry just said when standing up, "you're no longer a meta."

"Really?!" To hear that coming from his mouth and in such a simple way truly caused her world to spin. Could it be that easy…? Then again, it probably wasn't. They'd been battling time, helping her in the last possible moment while she'd been unconscious. "Where's Caitlin?" she asked and when no one answered her, she started to panic. Jesse simply left the room and Rachel could hear her sobbing as she did so. "Oh my god, is she…?" she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"No," Barry was the one who answered her. "She isn't dead, but… we don't know how bad it actually is… There's so much we need to tell you…"

"I'll check up on my daughter," Harry informed and left as well.

Rachel was now alone with Barry and Cisco, her sudden joy squashed by the terrible news. She did find it a great relief not having to worry about sudden visions or headaches. Her mind felt blissfully pain free. She still needed to thank Harry, she made a mental note on that.

"We had a very gorgeous visitor in the person of Gypsy from Earth 19," Cisco started and Barry immediately shut him down.

"Dude, this isn't the time… yes, you're hot for her. Leave that for later, please. What happened…" he turned back to Rachel, "is that she was following a dangerous criminal. He called himself Abra Kedabra and caused an explosion here in the Labs. Caitlin… she… she got caught in the crossfire. Julian operated on her, trying to remove all the shrapnel pieces from her body, but… she coded. And Jesse ripped her necklace off to trigger the ice healing, the only thing that could help her…"

"Oh, no… She's Killer Frost now, isn't she?" Rachel realized in shock.

"Yes," Barry admitted with a nod. "But we are not giving up. We're looking for her as we speak. Harry and Julian are still doing their best to come up with a cure for her as well. We can't use the same one we used on you. There's something different about Cait's powers. Jesse was trying to study them properly, but she's not in a fit mind… It's a mess. I need to… Rachel, I'm so sorry, but I need to go and look for Caitlin."

"Of course," she assured him, though still wondered why he seemed to be so detached, so… distant. What it just because of Caitlin?

To be able to get on her feet and move completely pain free, feel her brain being hers again and not ruled by any migraine or visions; it felt like a paradise to Rachel, yet one that she couldn't even let herself enjoy. They had bigger problems. Her life was no longer in danger, but Caitlin's entire humanity was. And they needed to bring her back.

She managed to find Harry after she took a shower, changed her clothes and felt like a human being again after such a long time spent unconscious and in agony in bed.

"I just wanted to say thank you," she simply addressed him, knowing she was interrupting his work on the cure for Caitlin. "I think I owe you my life. I don't think Savitar saw you coming from another Earth."

"I still wouldn't have done it without Snow's mother's expertise," he informed. "And we were almost too late."

"Doesn't matter. What matters is that you've won this one."

"You must've really loved him," he suddenly threw her way when she was already at the door.

"What?" she asked, frowning when turning back to face him again. "Who? What do you mean?"

"Thawne. You mistook me for him."

In that very moment everything finally clicked in her head and she understood perfectly why Barry was acting so weird.

"The man I loved didn't really exist," she told Harry.

"Maybe," he agreed with a shrug. "The man who actually does love you, however, very much exists. Don't lose the sight of that. And… obviously, as you may easily guess, I don't mean myself."

"I know," she only said and left. She knew it all too well, actually.