3. Why?

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A/N: See end of chapter for notes on possible triggers. 

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An hour later the pair of them found themselves seated in the lounge, drinking Chamomile tea and talking on and on about Barry's life as if they were school girls.

" Okay so this Iris woman, do you like her or do you not like her? Allen you can't just hole these feelings up, you need to let them surface and rise so I can decide if I particularly am okay with the woman."

He paused and furrowed his brows.

Did he still love Iris?

He wasn't sure, after what he had done he wasn't sure if she even wanted to know him anymore.

Bryce sensed Barry's dismay and placed a hand on his shoulder.

" It's okay man, I get it. You did something and don't know anymore or she loves someone else. Right now we just need to focus on getting you home before we can think about love."

Bryce turned in his chair and gazed lovingly at Grayson, the later whom of which wasn't paying any attention at all.
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Barry was playing Guess Who and thinking about life when Christina came and pulled him away, a solemn look to her face.

He followed her down a hall and frowned when they stopped before a red door.

Chris pulled him inside.

Everything was dark except for a gigantic blue sphere in the middle of the floor.

" We won't be able to get you back to your Earth anytime soon Barry."
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Everything stilled in that moment.

He didn't see her coming near him, Barry only saw Cisco.

He saw Cisco and Caitlin everywhere, Barry saw them everywhere.

Darkness enveloped and Barry's vision blurred but he managed to hold together, just long enough to ask why?

Footsteps sounded down the hall—what hall?

Where were they anyway?

Why did Cisco look like a woman?

Why did it suddenly get hot in here?

The walls felt like they were closing in on Barry and he almost fell back against the wall had that invisible hand not grabbed him.

Why did—Who did—Where did—

Why—Who—Where—Why—Who—Where

Why were the walls closing in? Was that Caitlin or was that Iris? Or is that Joe?

Why were their faces everywhere?

When did Eddie get here? Why was he still alive?

Was that okay? Why did he kiss her?

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