Explosive (A Flash Fanfic)

Jitters Trivia Night

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"And the answer goes to, The Team Who Must Not Be Named!" The questionnaire dude exclaims as we answer the fifth right answer in a row.

"Yes!" Cisco exclaims. It was his idea to name our team 'The Team Who Must Not Be Named' and frankly, I don't get it. Cisco said it has to do with a movie named Harry Potter or something.

"Ok, here's the next question. If we get this right, we win," Cisco exclaims as he looks at the tablet.

In a matter of seconds, his face fills with a look of confusion.

"How are we supposed to know the answer to this?" He exclaims. I peer over his shoulder and look at the question.

"Who is the owner of the most powerful media company in the world as of 2018?" I read aloud. Cisco sighs.

"Catherine Jane Grant also known as Cat Grant," Thawne says in my head. He's been doing this the entire time.

"Why do you keep giving me the answers?" I growl at him in my head. I hear him laugh.

I don't want to give the answer but I see how depressed Cisco looks. He takes this way too seriously.

"The answer is Cat Grant," I mumble. Everyone turns to look at me suddenly.

"What? How do you know that?" Cisco questions.

I shrug.

"I read lots of news articles," I reply. Cisco quickly types the answer into the tablet while Barry looks at me suspiciously.

"And the winner of tonight getting 75 dollars worth of coffee is...The Team Who Must Not Be Named!" The questionnaire exclaims causing Cisco to jump up, as excited as a child on christmas morning.

Thawne starts to chuckle in my head. I sigh.

"I'm going to go get some fresh air," I tell them before quickly standing up and walking outside.

I pull my leather jacket that Iris got for me tighter around myself in the chilly evening air. The wind is blowing slightly causing my hair to get in my face slightly.

It has grown much longer since Joss cut it short and now falls down my back in soft curls. It has also outgrown the cheap blonde hair dye and is now back to its normal brown.

I lean against the wall and close my eyes for a second, listening to the dulled sound of voices and music from inside Jitters.

I hear the door open next to me and Barry steps out, looking around till he sees me before he proceeds to stand next to me.

"What's wrong?" Barry asks, breaking the silence.

"Nothing," I mumble, pulling my jacket even closer around myself.

"No, I can see it. Something's been bothering you all night," Barry says as he turns to look at me. I sigh and shrug my shoulders.

"We're worried about you. You haven't been eating well, you have bags under your eyes, you've been distancing yourself from the team. What's going on?" Barry says, concern lacing his eyes and voice.

"Thawne has been on my mind lately." Literally.

"Well, feel free to talk about it to us, about anything," Barry says. I give a small nod.

"I'm going to go inside now, do you want to come with me?" Barry asks. I shake my head.

"I'm going to stay out here for a bit longer," I tell him with a soft smile. He nods.