The Flash Imagines

For The Best

Summary: The aftermath of a kidnapping.

Warning: Sadness, lots and lots of sadness

Barry was terrified when he had realized that an insane meta had kidnapped you.

It was your weekly movie/date night and after being an hour late and not responding to any of his texts or calls, he had automatically assumed the worst.

Calling up Cisco for his technical skill, he rushed to do absolutely everything in his power to find and save you.

But it was almost five hours after you had been abducted when the team had finally become aware of your location and rushed to save you.

Broken and bruised, Barry was able to rescue you and return you back home (that is after having Caitlin do a quick check up to make sure you were physically alright) where he could keep a close eye on you.

It was nearly midnight when Barry returned you to your apartment and practically invited himself to spend the night (not that you would have made him leave or even wanted him to leave your side after that traumatic experience, having him close to you was comforting).

The bedroom was unusually cold, despite the warm weather outside and the multiple blankets he had piled on your bed and it forced you to cuddle into Barry for his warmth.

Completely compliant, Barry was glad to have you back in his arms where he knew you were safe and sound.

He continued whispering sweet nothings in your ear (which mainly consisted of how much he loved you and how worried he was) until he noticed your breathing even out, signaling you had given into sleep after your exhausting day.

But, because of that, silence filled the room, leaving Barry alone with his thoughts that seemed to be eating him alive.

He had to make a change.

~

Waking up to an empty bed was quite disappointing seeing as you were excited to cuddle with Barry some more and practically glue yourself to his side. But you decided to scurry out of bed and quickly found him in the living room, sitting on the couch while some murder show played on in the background (as if he didn't see enough of that at his job), though Barry seemed to be much more focused on picking at his nails, a nervous habit he had picked up.

"Hey, Bare." You said, plopping down beside him, pressing your cold toes against his shins but he wasn't fazed at all.

"We should talk, y/n." He said, refusing to meet your stare and that was a dead giveaway to tell you that something was wrong. He doesn't hide things from you so it was nerve racking to see him so uncomfortable around you.

"About...?" Your mind went to the worst and you prayed he didn't cheat on you—he wouldn't do that, would he? No, Barry was definitely above that. He would never. So what was it? Why was he so nervous to talk to you all the sudden?

He felt his palms sweat and he tried to wipe them off on his pajama pants while convincing himself that he had to do this; that this was the right thing. "I think it would be best if we took a break. Dangerous metas out there know that you know information about The Flash and they're ready and willing to use it against you and if we put some distance between us then you'd be much safer."

Your entire body chilled. You never expected this. Those meaningful conversations about your picture perfect future together seemed to go up in flames as he continued his thoughts.

"Last night should have never happened but it did and I can't fix that. But I can prevent it from happening again and this is me taking steps to do so."