Blackout (Barry Allen/Cisco Ramon/Hartley Rathaway/Eddie Thawne)

Blackout /ˈblakaʊt/ Noun

A short - or long-term loss of the electric power to an area. Also known as a power outage or power loss.

You could have said that everything was normal at the little apartment complex on that night, there were no metahumans attacking, no police matters needing to be attended to, no inventions needing tinkering.

It was peaceful, too peaceful and no one in Apartment 2D on the left hand side of the complex was more aware of that that Bartholomew 'Barry' Allen, who's foot wouldn't stop moving in a blur along with his anxiety, super speed and the cold feeling around his heart starting to overtake his train of thought.

Maybe there was someone who needed rescuing and no one could report it?

Maybe there was a robbery downtown thanks to Leonard Snart and the alarm would go off any minute now and Caitlin would call them up and-

"Yo, Earth to Barry! The couch is smoking!" He suddenly heard a voice yell at him and looked came back to reality, looking down and seeing that, indeed, his speedy foot had started to try and burn the couch, leaving a mark.

He stopped it immediately and was about to slip back into his bottomless abyss of thinking when an arm wrapped itself around his shoulders with a sigh and he felt a kiss in his hair, making his head turn towards the sound, which came from none other than Edward 'Eddie' Thawne. "Cabin fever?"

Barry shook his head and snorted in response, listening to the faint arguing coming from the kitchen thanks to Francisco 'Cisco' Ramon and Hartley Rathaway. "Something just feels wrong, you know? Like it's not supposed to be this quiet?"

"I guess." Eddie shrugged, drawing circles on Barry's neck as he talked. "After fighting metahumans nearly every week and barely getting an hour off, let alone a day, I can't blame you. I still feel like there's paperwork I should be doing back in the department, though I'm aware there isn't."

Barry frowned, eyeing Eddie's wrapped up broken arm and butterfly stitched forehead cut. "You aren't supposed to be doing paperwork anyway. Me and Hartley had to drag you like you were a cat not wanting to go to the vet out of the office while everyone watched. We told you to stay here and rest."

"Hey, I was resting!" Eddie protested, before wincing, having lifted his injured arm that he shot himself when faking his death to Eobard Thawne 2 weeks ago. "I was doing paperwork, I wasn't on patrol!"

"Still, you weren't supposed to be there anyway!" Barry scolded. "Furthermore, the hospital said-" Barry was about to continue giving Eddie his tongue lashing, when suddenly, the lights flicked before the bulbs broke and all sight vanished, leaving them totally in the dark.

"Shit, power's gone." Barry heard someone (probably Eddie) mutter from the dark before moments later, a light came their way. It was Hartley, holding a portable lab torch, Cisco behind him. "You guys alright?"

"Yeah, fine. Lights exploded though when the power went." Barry winced as soon as he moved, feeling glass in his entire left arm or a least a small amount. "I think some glass got me in the arm. Eddie?" He asked over to the darkness on his left.

"I'm fine." Eddie responded back after a moment. "No glass got me."

"The floor's covered it it, so be careful where you step." Cisco spoke as both Eddie and Barry got up. Not one to show he was in pain, Barry looped his glass covered arm around Eddie to help him out, their bare feet trying to avoid the glass and succeeding so far.

Hartley hissed when Barry's arm came into view in the torch light. It looked like Barry's arm had been attacked by either the cold gun or may be Elsa from Frozen, he wasn't too sure. All he knew was the fragments of glass, were sticking out of Barry's upper arm and around his elbow like pointy ice, glinting in the light. "I'm going to have to pull all that out. Let's get into the kitchen where the light's better. Cis, can you find me the first aid kit in this mess without killing yourself?"