Unhidden (Barry Allen Is Sebastian Smythe), The Sequel to Hidden Away Until Now

23| Do You Trust Me?

First published: august 27, 2021

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After several minutes of feeling trapped in that abyss, Oliver somehow came out of it. He could see Sebastian, now Barry, staring at him. Oliver's hands were gripped together tightly as he stared back at the speedster.

Oliver's mind sputtered. "Wait, what?"

Barry bit his lower lip as he watched Oliver. "I'm going on tour with the clubs." He lowered himself back on the couch, his body shaking with nervousness.

Oliver stared at him. "You're leaving?"

Barry nodded at him, concurring the question. "Yes, I am. In three weeks, from what Kurt's told me."

Oliver felt his stomach drop to his feet. Barry was leaving him! A sudden rush of anger ran through out his veins. Oliver pushed himself off the couch. He laughed meekly. "You're joking, right? This is all one big prank before you tell me something else?" Oliver asked hopefully. But as he watched Barry shake his head, the anger surged into his head, stopping any rational part of him. "No," he said firmly, his tone sharp. "You can't just leave, Barry."

Barry looked taken aback. "I beg your pardon?" He said, snidely, standing up so he was facing Oliver.

"You can't just leave," Oliver repeated. "You have a job, our friends and me, and being the Flash." He raised a hand in exasperation. "You can't just leave that alone for six months so you can go sing with your glee friends."

Barry straightened as his eye brows furrowed. "I'm sorry, Oliver, but that isn't your call. This is something I want to do, and it's something I feel I need to do. Sebastian and I haven't been on our own in a long time," He said. "And the Glee Clubs need us."

"Screw the glee clubs," Oliver spat, pointing at Barry. "I need you!"

Barry took Oliver's hand. "And I can always speed home to you, baby." He squeezed the archer's hand tight. "Do you trust me?"

Oliver just stared at him. Moments passed, and the warmth drained from Barry's face.

Barry dropped Oliver's hand. He frowned as he crossed his arms, trying to secure himself. "Oh. You don't trust me. Okay." He started to walk away but Oliver caught his wrist.

"Barry..."

Barry wrenched his hand form Oliver's grasp. "No, Oliver," he said, his voice quiet. "It's clear. You don't trust me."

Oliver tried to answer but Barry waved him off.

"No. I want this, Oliver," Barry snapped, motioning to himself and Oliver. "I want to marry you and live happily ever after, but clearly, you need some space to figure out if this is something you truly want." He threw up his hands. "And hey, if you don't know by the next three weeks, you have the next six months, by yourself to figure this out. Because Seb and I are going on that tour, whether you want us to or not." His eyes were a lot with electricity as he brushed past Oliver. From the doorway he spoke again, his voice cold. "You can let me know if this something you truly want." And Barry was gone.

Oliver sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. He knew he shouldn't have opened his goddamn mouth! He and Barry could have had a civilized discussion.

But once again, Oliver hadn't trusted Barry enough to listen.

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Over the next week and a half, Barry steered clear of Oliver, in the mansion, the arrow cave, at work. Oliver was alone with Felicity and Diggle, and didn't dare try to enter Central City. That was Barry's place.