The Flash Imagines

Scarlet Speedsters

Summary: Your unexpected memory loss happens at an inconvenient time but it leads to an unexpected ally willing to help you out.

Warning: Some (minor) swearing and mentions of sex. 

The morning light was the dreadful thing that awoke you. Rays of sun seemed to fall directly over your face, rousing you from your peaceful sleep. At first you tried to ignore it but it became impossible to fall back asleep after the rude awakening. You stretched out first, trying to awake your body before forcing your mind awake.

Minutes later, you finally opened your eyes but froze when you noticed that you were definitely not in your bedroom, not even in your house to be exact. And to make matters worse, you suddenly became aware of the fact that you were completely naked. Your clothes were scattered around the room and the only thing covering your bare skin was a deep red comforter.

You almost didn't want to turn around. Heat was emanating from behind you so it was clear that you weren't alone. So, all in all, you were in someone else's home, naked, with who-the-hell-knows lying next to you. Not to mention the pounding headache you had.

Slowly and cautiously, you rolled around, gripping the comforter tight to your chest to keep from exposing yourself.

You were half relieved, half mortified to see a presumably naked Barry Allen beside you. The relief came from knowing that you were in his room, not the house of a stranger who could have be a kidnapper or murderer for all you knew. But the dismay came from knowing it was Barry Allen beside you. Your best friend was lying naked beside you and you couldn't remember any important details from the night before.

You reached over and roused him from sleep, roughly shaking him awake. Only moments later, he stretched and turned over to face you.

"Mornin'," He mumbled, unable to keep the sleepy smile off his face. "How'd you sleep?" An arm snaked around your waist and you tensed but Barry seemed unaware, too wrapped up in his own peaceful world to notice.

"Barry," You spoke up again but he didn't seem to want to move from your neck so you continued. "Did we.... y'know, hook up?"

He quickly jerked back, as if you had offended him. "What do you mean? You don't remember?"

You shook your head, too scared to elaborate since you couldn't remember much at all from last night. Everything was hazy.

Barry reached over to where his boxers lay beside his bedside table, careful not to let the blanket slip away and reveal his nude lower abdomen. He quickly slid them on in an effort to make both of you much more comfortable and attempt to ease the tension in the room a bit. "What's the last thing you remember?"

You racked your brain for last night's events but it all seemed so blurry, only the earlier events could be recalled. "I remember..." You sighed, trying to organize the series of events before recounting them to Barry to avoid unintentionally hurting him further. "I remember getting dressed for a night out with you, Cisco, Cait and Iris when I got a phone call. It was an unknown number so I usually ignore them but I felt compelled to answer. But it was pointless really because there was no one on the other line. And—And that's it. That's the last thing I remember."

He didn't respond and you could hear your pulse pounding in your ears. This would ruin your friendship and you could quite possibly lose Barry forever because of it. Because of a night you couldn't even remember.

The air suddenly felt thick and your fight or flight instinct seemed to kick in. And you picked flight, not being able to confront Barry when he did nothing wrong. "I-I've got to go."

You snatched up your clothes, dragging the comforter with you so you weren't exposed at all. And you were gone.

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