𝑊𝐼𝑆𝐷𝑂𝑀 | 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍

𝟐𝟎 | 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 | 𝟏/𝟑

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𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 at the live security footage of Wells' cell. 

Wells, Reverse-Flash, Eobard Thawne—whoever one perceived him to be, was still unconscious. But Barry was itching to question him, so he was hoping that the man would wake up sometime soon.

"When do you think he'll be awake?"

"Soon," Cisco reassured him with a firm nod, peering over his shoulder. "He's been knocked out for, what, fourteen hours?"

"Thirteen hours and forty-two minutes, actually," Sophia, who was sitting beside Caitlin at the main desk, corrected.

"Oh," Cisco said mockingly as he turned towards her, "you're not gonna give me the seconds?"

"Twenty-eight seconds. Actually, twenty-nine seconds. Thirty seconds. Thirty-one seconds. Thirty-two—"

"Okay, we get it," Caitlin teased, nudging her arm, "you know how to count."

Cisco scoffed. "Really putting that forty trillion and two IQ to use, aren't ya?"

"I know your high numbers are all part of your jests and witticisms," cut in Stein, who had been chatting with Ronnie at the side, "but have you ever actually performed a proper IQ test on Ms. Byun?"

"Yeah, we did it the day we figured her power out," Caitlin answered. "Dr. Wells—er, Thawne rigged one up because we figured it was higher than a normal test could measure. It ended up being four hundred and thirty."

"Forty trillion would be dope, though," added Cisco with a grin.

Sophia sighed. "I think we wouldn't be in this situation if I were that smart."

Barry pressed his lips into a frown as he returned his gaze to the footage. Every slight movement, small grunt, nose twitch made Barry's shoulders tense. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand to be patient—he wanted answers, now.

He half-considered just speeding down there and banging on the cell door until Wells woke up, though he was more than sure everyone else would disapprove of this idea. And before he could act on this intrusive thought, Sophia came up next to him and put a hand on his arm.

"You doin' okay? You seem a bit tense."

"How can I not be?" he sighed, gesturing to the screen. "We've got my mother's murderer in our own personal jail, and all I can do right now is sit here and wait."

"It's only a matter of time till he wakes up," she comforted him. "Then you can figure everything out."

Barry wasn't feeling all that better about it, but he still gave a small nod. "Right."

"Listen, we've been here all night, and I'm getting tired of Cisco's granola stash." She cracked a smile, though her dark eyebags told him she was just as exhausted as he was. "Why don't you and I go grab breakfast?"

"But what if Wells—"

"It'll be quick. Twenty minutes," she promised. "Plus, when's the last time we've had some time to ourselves?"

"To be fair," he reasoned, "a lot's been going on."

"Not blaming you for it," she chuckled before kissing his cheek. "Come on, just a quick stop at Jitters."

Barry had a feeling she wasn't going to give in easily, so he decided to just concede. He supposed his rumbling stomach wouldn't mind a coffee and sandwich in the least.

Once Sophia had gotten everyone else's orders, she came back to Barry.

"Okay, so either we take the car or—"