GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM! This is it. The end. I figured I would post early today and just get this out of the way. Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me. It has been a great pleasure.

Final Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash.

After a long conversation about the events that just transpired, the four of them agreed to disperse and round up any stragglers that hadn't gotten the memo that the war was now over. The Forces were dead and now they were the ones in charge. The time for fighting was over.

It was a strange sensation, splitting themselves off. They were all simultaneously everywhere, within each of their patrons across the entire omniverse. They could be anywhere they wanted to be in an instant.

They reconvened in a small pocket dimension that was in the center of everything, making it part of each of them and yet none at the same time.

"What is this place? I thought we were supposed to be part of everything?" Deon asked once they entered the empty space.

"A place of neutrality. Unassociated with any Force. Guys, this may be the birthplace of The Forces." Bashir said with a tone of realization.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm just glad I can talk to you all without my skin crawling," Alexa sighed in content.

"Let's get to why we're all here. What are we going to do now?" Barry asked.

"Let's get this party started!" Deon shouted and the empty blank space they were all in was transformed into a party room filled with streamers and disco lights.

The other three looked at him with exasperation. "There are more important things to discuss right now." Bashir said.

"Hey, we just stopped an all-out war and ascended to divinity. What else is there to do?" Deons shrugged.

"Like what our role as gods entails. You have dominion over all of time, you don't think that warrants a discussion?" Alexa raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a god. I can do what I want, whenever I want." Deon retorts.

"Let's go back a second," Barry raises his arms to defuse the situation. "Obviously we're all reacting to our new status differently."

"He's a child," Bashir snarks.

"He's barely out of college. Give a couple years, he'll realize the gravity of the situation he's found himself in." Alexa relents.

"But just, what do we do now?" Barry hopelessly asks. "What are we supposed to do?"

"At the moment, the only thing we need to do is keep on being." Bashir says, thinking about this rationally. "As a primal force, we don't really need to contribute to anything, things will just keep happening as they are. Our effects are continuous on all worlds and we can't stop that."

"Okay, but what about our kids?" Alexa asked.

"Woah, what kids? We don't have kids," Deon denied.

"She's talking about the other force users, the ones that have bits of our power within them from the previous Forces. She's asking what we're going to do about them," Barry explained.

"Are we really going to refer to them as our kids?" Bashir asked.

"That's what they called us before," Alexa points out.

"We are not them. We didn't give the others our powers, the first ones did. The others in the omniverse were our brothers and sisters. I'm not calling them our kids," Bashir shakes his head vehemently.

"Would you prefer our base of worship?" Deon smirks. "Followers?"

"Shut up," Bashir rolled his eyes at him.

"Things have become complicated since we, as The Forces, now have physical bodies and individual identities and are not just beings of cosmic energy. Our own pocket dimensions should still exist, or maybe we are the pocket dimensions?" Barry said, not very sure of himself.

"What about making new ones?" Alexa asked. "Are we going to keep making more force users?"

"Eventually, I guess I'll get around to it, but that is not exactly at the top of my list of priorities." Bashir crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I want to enjoy my immortality before I get saddled with responsibilities, like making more of myself." Deon nodded his head.

"Okay then, so it looks like for the next few years or so, we're just not gonna be connecting any new people to The Forces." Barry said. "Ultimately, I think that decision lies with yourselves. You decide which people to bless and whatnot."

"Are there any actual rules we need to follow, or will we just be making them up as we go along?" Alexa held a finger up to catch their attention.

"How about no war between ourselves?" Deon suggests lazily.

"Now that's just open for interpretation, because that suggests that so long as we don't fight among ourselves, anything else goes. Like sabotaging another multiverse. And if one of us decides to get personally involved, the other one wouldn't be able to fight back." Bashir said.

"You're not thinking about invading another multiverse, are you?" Deon glares at him suspiciously.

"No, but I'm saying it could happen." Bashir shrugs.

"Well then how about we don't get involved in mortal affairs?" Deon says.

That brought protests from both Alexa and Barry. "We're superheroes in our world. Our duty is to interfere in mortal affairs, even now that we're gods."

"Besides that, we all have lives we would all like to get back to, or am I wrong about that?" Barry says to see all of them nodding their heads. "That, technically, counts as interfering with mortals."

"Clearly we need to set some ground rules for what we can and can't do, going forward." Bashir sighs and conjures a chair for himself to get comfy. The rest of them followed his example and sat down.

"Okay, none of us are leaving here until we get the broad strokes of what our laws are going to be." Barry declares and none of them disagreed.

Their first meeting ended with the agreement that their home worlds would be an exception with more rules and restrictions to be added, but the general idea was that aside from injecting their powers to any new people, their interactions with the multiverse outside of their home dimension would be restricted to simple observations.

The pocket dimensions each of them had that housed the heart of their powers was an entirely different matter that would need to be touched upon at a later time in the event that one of their force users would try to contact them through it.

The main issue was how much involvement they were each going to have on one another. Their predecessors had gone to war primarily because they had become so separate and to avoid the same situation, they all wanted to become more involved with each other. But at what line would it be 'involvement' and become 'domination'.

Another topic for the next meeting.

In the meantime, they were all ready to return home and back to the lives they were leading.

Barry had arrived at the West household where everyone had congregated. Barry stepped through the threshold to see his friends and family turn their heads in his direction, anticipation on their faces to see what would happen.

Barry gave a small smile and a wave. "Hi,"

The room erupted in chatter as they sprung up to him. Joe and Cecile pulled him into a warm hug. Iris, Eddie, and Wally greeted him with pats on the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek from Iris.

Cisco screamed his ear off in excitement so much that Barry didn't even register Cisco's missing hand.

Julian shook his hand with a firm grip. "It's good to have you back, mate,"

"Glad to be back, my friend," Barry said warmly to him.

There were even some people here that Barry hadn't seen in years, such as his ex-girlfriend; Patty Spivot, who returned to Central City and would be working at CCPD again as Julian's assistant. And standing deceptively close to him. A thought for another time. Cpt Singh was here too to welcome him back. Caitlin's mother, Carla, had come to give him a tight hug. And then an extra hug.

And there was the person he was most wanting to see. The love of his life, mother of his child, the one he promised to love with his whole heart. There was Caitlin carrying their daughter.

They stood in front of each other in silence. She put Ramona in a crib so Barry placed his hands on her shoulders in a faux hug. "You promised to always come home to me," Caitlin said with tears in her eyes, not looking at him.

"I'm home. I'm back. And I'm never going to leave your side again." Barry whispered back.

"You can't promise that,"

"I can, because I'm your partner. Because we're in this together. Because I can't imagine spending another moment away from you."

Caitlin bit her lip and looked away to the side. "I'm scared of what this means for us."

"I'm scared too. Things are really crazy right now. But things don't seem as scary when I know you're going to be there with me." he admits.

Caitlin sucks in a breath. "So what happens now?"

Barry smiled. "That's the easy part. We get to live our lives together." When Caitlin still refused to look at him, he said in a gentle voice, "Hey. I love you."

Caitlin finally moved her gaze to look at her husband. She gave him a watery smile. "I love you too."

The two met in a kiss that drowned out everything else around them. They were surrounded by their happy friends and family but all they could focus on was each other.

When they finally broke apart, Barry said "Marry me again."

"What?" Caitlin was confused on why he had to ask such a question.

"Let's renew our vows. To make a new promise that we'll always be there for each other, to love each other no matter what happens. So much has happened since we got married. Let's do it again."

Caitlin's heart filled with love and she couldn't keep the smile off her face. She rapidly nodded. "Yes,"

"Yes?" Barry teased her, just wanting to hear it again.

"Yes!" Caitlin exclaimed. "Let's do it!"

They didn't need a big ceremony. All the people they wanted with them were already here. And it didn't matter that they were wearing scuffed sneakers or ripped jeans. All they needed was each other.

"Caitlin, you came into my life when I didn't know I needed you the most. You're the reason that anything I do has purpose. And even when there are times when we feel our worth is insignificant, whenever we're just a burden, you're the one who lifts me higher. Because standing here in front of you, in front of all the people we care about, makes me realize that I am better when I'm with you. You make me want to be better, you push me to be better. You are the most wonderful person because you make me the best version of myself. You make me a better person."

"Barry, you bring out the best and the worst in me, and I love it. Because it means I get to be whoever I want when I'm with you. You don't make me be anything I don't want and make me everything at the same time. Whenever I don't know what I am going to do with myself, I know you will always support me. When I know exactly what I'm going to be, you're going to be there with me every step of the way because we're never going to let each other go. And no matter how long or short our story is, we're going to tell it together. Forever."

When the two met with a kiss, there wasn't a dry eye in the room as everyone bore witness to the couple's declarations to each other. And a promise that their story together wasn't over. It was only just the beginning.

Barry leaned his forehead against hers and took her hands in his and whispered softly, "I'll always love you, Mrs. Frosty. From the beginning of the end,"

Caitlin couldn't help the little giggle that burst out of her. "I love you too, Fleet Feet. Until the end of time and space,"

In the distant future…

Barry stood in front of a tombstone with the words Caitlin Allen engraved in the rock. He didn't look any different than the day he'd said his vows a second time.

The world around him was completely empty. There wasn't a living soul anywhere. As a matter of fact, there wasn't another living being in the entire universe. He was all alone.

Barry and Caitlin had lived a wonderful life together. They kept up the work they did. Creating the future with their company and saving lives on the downlow. But the one thing that could always be guaranteed was that peace would inevitably be broken. There was always trouble brewing in the corner and it was their job to stamp it out. More troubles arose and they handled them as always. But that didn't mean they didn't have a life of their own.

They watched their daughter grow up and forge her own path. And despite their pact to not have more children together, at the time they were young and in love and things happened that caused them to give birth to twins; Donald and Dawn Allen. Distant memories of another son appeared in his mind's eye, but they were soon gone like they always did, lost in the throes of time.

There were good times and bad times. But he never stopped loving his wife. Even as she got older and he didn't. Oh sure, he could change his appearance to mimic the passage of time, but he still remained the same on the inside. The people around them withered away and one by one, they were all claimed by the invisible hand of death.

Caitlin ran from it for as long as she could, knowing this was one journey Barry would never be able to accompany her on. But then Ramona died in the line of duty at 53, leaving behind three sons and 8 grandchildren. Their son-in-law, Scott, plunged into depression and the rest of the Allen family left to pick up the pieces. Caitlin was never the same after that and passed less than 2 years later.

His children, his grandchildren and all those that came after. Hundreds, thousands, millions of years passed and he was still here. He watched the world change in ways people from his time couldn't have imagined. He watched the last of his descendants fade away into obscurity as the world continued to change. He was at least grateful that he could still see a few select members of his family on the other side. The afterlife for speedsters and those with a strong connection to it. But the one he desperately wanted to reach was out of sight.

And he watched as all life was swallowed whole, leaving nothing but a barren wasteland. Even the self-made immortal, Ramsey Rosso, aka Bloodwork, had not been spared and was now a lifeless husk as opposed to a lifeless vegetable.

There wasn't a spark left in the entire universe. It was nothing but a memory.

Barry had seen this in countless worlds before. With nothing there to support and fuel his powers, they were nothing but vestigial limbs meant to be sheared off. He'd done it before. Collapsed entire dimensions to create something new, to bring about new life, a chance to start over.

Not this one. Not even when its lack of life meant it was a drag on his powers to keep sustaining. Not even when the very fabric of reality here was begging to be torn apart and reduced back into the state it started in so it could start over. Because this was his home. This was his foundation. It was the place where everything started for him. It's where his friends and family are and he isn't going to leave them.

Just like Barry knows his cousins have done the same to their own home dimensions. Their own worlds have been ravaged by time and they use valuable reserves of their own power to make sure it doesn't get destroyed. Transformed, maybe. But never outright destruction.

Barry pulls himself out of his reminiscence. Standing here where his wife is buried, he can't help but pour over every moment he spent with her since he met her when that lightning bolt struck.

Thunder rumbles above. Barry supposes it's time for their yearly meeting. He and the others frequently met each other in the span of a week after they first ascended, which gradually slowed down as time went on and they got the hang of what it meant to be a god. Now they just meet up every year to catch up and make sure none of them go astray.

Barry kneels down and softly squeezes the tombstone. "I'll be back soon. I love you."

The wind breezes through the empty graveyard and he watches the shades of his children crowd around him. His daughter, Ramona, floats behind him with her hands hovering over his shoulders, not quite able to touch him on this side of existence. The twins stand on either side of him, standing resolute. 'I miss her too, Dad.' Ramona whispers into his ear.

Barry cries everytime he hears her voice. She'd died so young. Younger than she should have. The twins surpassed her in age by decades, passing their 70th trip around the sun before joining her, but she would always be their big sister.

At the entrance to the grave, Barry spots the shadowy outline of his non-existent son, shifting in and out of reality. Ace doesn't feel like he has the right to be here. He didn't actually grow up with them, he'd never been born. But he has memories of being raised by her, remembrances from another timeline. Those aren't less true than the others. He doesn't belong here, but they're the closest thing he has to his real family.

Barry gazes upon the remnants of his family and feels his heart warm just a little bit. He's thankful that they inherited such a strong connection to The Speed Force from him, despite not actually being speedsters, because it means he can still talk to them, even when they're on the other side. At the same time, it makes him feel weak for having to rely on them to keep himself sane. They should be the ones relying on him. They shouldn't be doing anything at all now that they're at rest, but here they are, keeping him afloat. But he's too selfish to tell them to leave.

With a final look at the headstone, Barry vanishes to meet with his cousins.

Barry is in the pocket dimension where they always hold their meetings. It's the same as always. They catch each other up on what's been happening in the past year.

Being together, this is probably the only time they can be true to themselves when surrounded by people that truly understand. There's a sadness to all of them that has been weathered by time. Wounds that have scarred, but never healed.

Deon has been traveling his multiverse, hopping through dimensions. The god hasn't matured past his college days and is still looking for adventure. But here, the mask is off and it's clear that he's only doing so because he's running from confronting the reality that he's got no place to call home. They're all he has now from his first life. All his adventures are just a fruitless attempt to fill the void in his heart.

Alexa has already begun to recount the story she tells every year. The story of how she found her missing father and her mother's involvement in his disappearance. The same mother who abandoned her as a toddler. But Barry knows this is more for her than anyone else. She shares stories of her own misadventures all the time with her own followers, but here, the reason for her constant rehashing of the past is known to all of them. It's because she wants to keep the memory of these people alive. The ones that made her into who she is. She wants them to be remembered because she fears that someday she will forget like the rest of the world.

Bashir is a silent spectator. He's always been distant and was the most reluctant to accept his new role as The Sage Force. But he's come into it in his own way. For the first century, he pretty much ignored anything to do with being a god, simply going about his life again. But when everything he knew was gone and replaced with the next generation, he sequestered himself away in his own pocket dimension. It took the combined effort of all three of them to pull him out of his depression. And now he's actually interacting with the worlds at his disposal instead of just watching them. He's like the old grandfather, hiding away in his library, pouring over the same books again and again until something catches his attention.

Truthfully, Barry isn't that much better. He spends a lot of his time on his dead Earth, trapped in his own memories of a time long gone. But here with his fellows, he doesn't feel like he's trapped, so much as honoring them. Here, they give everything to each other. Their darkness and light. Their joy and sorrow. It fills them up a little more every year. It rejuvenates them with life. Here, they are four quarters of a whole.

He thought of the broken pieces of that dagger that he'd hidden away. The option was always there. But not today. Not anytime soon. There was no rush. Everything he knew may be gone, but there was always so much more out there to see. And it'd be unfair to leave all of them without warning. They're his family now. One day, but not today.

"I'll see you again someday, Mrs. Frosty." Barry whispered under his breath as he watched Alexa go over the story in full detail. "Thanks for the great adventure."

"Go have a new one! This is one time I won't mind that you'll be late, in every sense of the word. My Fleet Feet."

He's sure it's not really her. Just a figment of his imagination brought upon by his yearning for her. He knows it's not real, but that doesn't mean he can't pretend. Barry sighed happily. He'll see her again. And they will spend an eternity together annoying each other to pieces. Just because they love each other doesn't mean they're going to make things easy for them. He just loves her that much.

Can't believe it's really over. This thing was such a big part of my life for the past couple years and it doesn't quite feel real yet. Sure, I finished actually writing this out months ago, but now that everything has been posted to the public, it's now time for me to fade to obscurity.

Should I do a quick review of each season? I'll just do a quick review.

I'm grouping season 1 and 2 together because I feel the same about them. They're not my favourite. I basically just copied canon and laid the groundwork to make this a Snowbarry story.

Season 3 was my favourite to write because all the subtle changes I had made had finally come to fruition and it was my first time taking the reins of the villain in the story by changing who Savitar was and their motivations.

I thought season 4 was a miserable experience. That version of me hadn't written season 6 yet. Season 4 kicked my ass but looking back on it, it wasn't as bad as I initially thought.

The next two seasons just get progressively worse. I could have made season 5 much better if I had a clear goal of what I wanted in the first place.

If season 4 kicked my ass, season 6 buried me alive, danced on my grave and came out of it looking all mutilated and deformed. Season 6 was the worst and I will freely admit that.

I've still got some rose-tinted glasses for season 7 because I feel like I put the most work into it to have a good sendoff, but I figure it was pretty decent.

So now, this is goodbye. Or in the words of Truman Burbank; In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight. Haha. Yep!