The Flash Imagines

You're Not Alone

Summary: Barry's too late and your parents pay the price for it but Barry is determined to fix what he can.

Warnings: Death

"You—You should go." You said to Barry while you rummaged through your drawers for something clean, and preferably less bloodstained, to wear. Your world felt like it had shattered so quickly that you didn't even know the proper way to react anymore. Everything seemed so grey and bleak.

Barry leaned against the door frame, unwilling to let you out of his sight for any longer than necessary while also trying to give you the space that you needed.

"Didn't you hear me? Go! Get out of here, Barry!" You snapped, not even caring about how rude you sounded. All you wanted was a warm, comforting hug from your mother—a hug that let you know that everything would work itself out eventually—but that would never come now.

Barry shook his head. He knew this wasn't the best time for him to speak up yet but he had to show that he was listening and still here for you. Talking back now would only dig him into a deeper hole, one which he couldn't afford. He had to wait for the perfect time to interrupt and plead his case.

You tugged your dirty clothes off, not even bothering to shield yourself from Barry's wandering eyes as you changed into your pajamas before turning back to face him. "You're a hero, Bare. The Fastest Man Alive. But when I needed you tonight, you weren't there."

That felt like a stab in the gut. You had always been his top priority and when you needed him, he was with Iris. Granted, it was only him helping her with information for a newspaper piece she was doing on the recent spike in crime in National City, he would've left in a heartbeat if he had know that you needed him. But he found out too late. And he could never undo that but he could always try to ease the pain.

"I'm not leaving you." He said gruffly, standing stiffly in order to hold his ground—he couldn't cave in this time, not when so much was on the line.

"Like hell if you aren't. All I want is to be alone." Alone. That word seem to echo through your mind. You were alone now. And you definitely didn't want to be alone. Being or living away from your parents is one thing, but knowing that they aren't even around anymore is something completely different and some you never thought your experience until you were much older.

He repeated, shaking his head. "I'm not leaving you alone. Not when you need someone now more than ever." After he watched his very own mother die, all he wanted was a warm hug from his dad that conveyed that he'd still be there for Barry but he wasn't even allowed that as Henry was dragged off to the police station for her murder. Barry knew what this felt like (though he assumed that it must have felt twice as worse for you since although Henry was gone, he was still alive and that was more than you could say about your father).

"My parents are dead, Barry! I called you over and over again and you ignored me. That meta, he—he tied me and my father up and made us watch as he killed my mom before he moved onto murdering my dad.I couldn't do anything but as soon as I realized I could reach my phone without being noticed, you were the one I called." And it felt like the man I loved didn't even love me enough to come rescue me when I needed him the most, you thought, biting your tongue to keep the hostile idea to yourself. You couldn't help it. You were angry at the world for taking your parents away while also being heartbroken that you'd never get to see them again.

"I know and—"

"At any moment," You interrupted him to continue your rant. "I had expected you to burst through the door and save the day like always." Tears were now escaping your eyes but you did nothing to wipe them away and continued your rant. "You somehow always manage to be late but you usually get there just before someone is fatally wounded or even dead. But it was too late this time and now I just don't know what to do anymore."