Aftermath

Dr. Jekyll & Mrs. Hyde

AN: I began planning for this story back when Season 3 was still airing and am just now getting around to posting it. The Savitar/Killer Frost dynamic was just so intriguing to me. I wish they'd done more with it, so I wrote my own story to fill the void. I know I'm several years late to the Season-Three-rewrites-party, but this idea has stuck with me for so long. I finally decided to stop overthinking everything and just put it out there. Also, quick side-note: this story IS NOT Julian-friendly. I had many issues with his character that will be brought up in this story. If you're a Julian fan, I'd turn back now. There's also some WestAllen in here, but it's far from the focal point. I think this story will satisfy both WestAllen and SnowBarry fans in their own ways. (This story is being cross-posted on FFN and A03, if you prefer one of them.)

Anyway, that's all I've got to say. Enjoy!

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He didn't even have to look up to know she was watching him. The sudden chill in the air gave her away.

"If you're gonna stand there all creepy, why don't you do it where I can see you?"

Killer Frost slid out of the shadows. She confidently strode toward Cisco's work table, curtly asking, "Are you finished yet?"

"Yeah well, if I was, I wouldn't be so quick to tell you," he replied, looking up from the Speed Force Bazooka. "What, you don't think I don't know that I'm dead the second I finish this?"

She began to circle him, like a lion stalking its prey. "You know, there's a way you can save yourself."

"How do I save myself, pray tell?" Cisco asked dryly. He never ceased to interject some sarcasm, even in the direst of situations. Iris has made many disapproving remarks about his sardonic sense of humor.

"By joining us," she said, not missing a beat.

"Wow – I suppose this is the part where I join the dark side, then?"

"Come on. Savitar, Killer Frost, and Reverb – you remember what Reverb told you on Earth Two. You have the power to become a god."

"Is that what Savitar promised you?"

Killer Frost casually leaned against the table, as if she were talking to an old friend instead of her captive. Cisco felt a pang in his chest at how familiar the gesture was. "You have so much potential. And trust me, it's so much more fun to be bad."

"I know you don't really think that." Cisco took a brief pause, choosing his next words carefully. He wasn't sure whether sharing this information would make things worse or better. Either way, he supposed, she had a right to know. "Julian went to Tannhauser to work on a cure – with your mother. He figured it out."

The cocky look on her faced dropped in an instant. She removed her elbows from the table, straightening her back. "You're lying."

"Your BFF just told me so."

Killer Frost briefly bowed her head, unable to maintain Cisco's piercing eye contact. He had no idea what she was thinking, but the fact that he got her thinking at all was a victory in itself. Perhaps this was the chance he needed to break through to her.

Cisco took a step closer. "It doesn't have to be like this. We can fix you." Killer Frost then restored eye contact, so he was encouraged to add, "Come back to us."

Once he said that, the skepticism on her face abated. Her icy-white iris's flared in anger. "Fix this," she spat, "Or I'll show you who I truly am."

Killer Frost gave him one last chilling stare before striding away. She had almost exited the room when a familiar whoosh stopped her in her tracks.