I'll be summer sun for you forever.
[ barry allen x original character ]
[ book two in the red series ]
[ the flash season two ]
STATUS: COMPLETED
[ STARTED: february 2nd, 2023 ]
[ FINISHED: june 14th, 2024 ]
[ 100k reads - 7/9/25 ]
cover by @-CELES...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT your past and mine are parallel lines
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WAKING UP NOT knowing where the fuck she wasn't really Juliet's idea of a good time, and was becoming number one on the list of things she ten-out-of-ten definitely would not recommended.
She was stirred out of her unconscious state by the sound of a hand knocking against glass. Juliet groaned a little, her head slightly pounding and her body sore. However, she was sitting on what seemed to be concrete, her head resting against the concrete. Juliet glanced up, only to see a glass wall in front of her. She was confined into a tiny box — great, she was in jail.
Juliet looked across the way. The sound of the knocking was coming from a man across the way. He had a metal mask on, and he was sitting on his knees, desperately knocking against the glass of his own tiny box. Juliet's eyebrows knit in confusion as she slowly stood up.
"Nice of you to join us," an eerily familiar voice said.
Juliet's head snapped over. Somehow, she had missed the other girl sitting in the cell with her — how that was possible because the cell was so small, she didn't know. Juliet blinked a couple of times, trying to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, because she was staring back . . .
At herself.
Earth-Two Juliet looked, well, like Juliet. The same red-tinted hair, the same green eyes, the same complexion. Her suit was much different than Juliet's though. Her face was fully out on display since she wasn't wearing a mask. Sitting on top of her head was what seemed to be a crown that looked like the shape of a letter M — the same symbol Juliet wore on her ears for comms. Her suit was more of a muted red, a rigid halter top paired with black leather pants. A belt with a silver symbol rested on her hips, and falling from it was a long muted red piece of fabric, much like a cape.
However, Earth-Two Juliet looked . . . in the most simple terms, fucked up. Her skin was a sickly pale color, littered with bruises and dark circles under her eyes. She was kind of curling into herself like she had been trapped in this cell for too long — which, she probably had been.
"Witch?" Juliet asked, her voice quiet and laced with shock.
"Juliet Allen also works," Earth-Two Juliet replied. "And you are . . ."
"Scarlet. Juliet St. James."
The knocking interrupted their conversation. Juliet turned back to the man in the mask, but then her eyes caught on somebody else. In Zoom's lair (yeah, she figured out where she was because of Witch, go her) was a caged off section. Standing in it was a teenage girl, looking frightfully scared and her skin stained with dirt. There was only one answer as to who that could be.
