Description: Barry and Caitlin have a discussion about the writers.
Just a little idea I had. I hope you guys enjoy it, sorry if it's OOC. But IDK if that can really apply in this situation. Lol
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Caitlin Snow awoke to a thud on her bedroom window. A sharp rush of adrenaline coursed through her and her hands immediately became colder.
Caitlin's eyes flickered to the window, only find there was nothing there. Thankfully, it was still shut tight and locked. For a moment, she thought maybe she had dreamt it. Then a small rock collided with her window, once again producing the sound. Caitlin furrowed her brow and threw off her covers, approaching the window with caution. Slowly she opened it and peered down at the driveway below. It was Barry.
"What are you doing?" Caitlin questioned, half in amusement, and half in confusion.
"Your door's locked, and I need to talk to you," Barry replied.
Caitlin nodded and began to leave the room.
"You know you have a phone, right?" Caitlin called behind her, almost playfully.
A moment later, the small rectangular object came sailing through the window and landed on the carpet.
"Was that your phone?" She blurted, leaning back out the window.
"Maybe," Barry let out a laugh. "Just open up already."
"Okay, okay," Caitlin rolled her eyes, picking up the device.
She headed down the stairs and opened the front door, finding Barry already waiting for her. He immediately leaned down and pulled her into a hug, Caitlin gladly reciprocated it.
"I'm so happy to see you." Barry admitted, closing the door behind him, "It feels like it's been so long since we've genuinely talked."
"I know," Caitlin replied, "It's probably the writers again," she frowned.
Barry agreed, a sad look behind his eyes. The pair calmly took a seat on the couch, snuggling in close.
"I can't believe I'm getting married tomorrow." Barry heaved a heavy sigh, leaning back against the couch.
Caitlin rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the closeness. These days she never knew when moments like these would come along again.
"I'm sorry, Cait," Barry spoke, kissing the top of her head, "It should've been you." He added, burying his face in her hair.
"It's okay," she answered quietly, a note of understanding in her tone, "It's not your fault. I know you don't have any control over it. It's what the writers want."
There was silence for a beat, as they simply held each other.
"How Iris handling everything?" Caitlin inquired.
"She's still a bit weirded out because she thinks of me like a brother, but she's adjusting well," Barry informed.
"She still misses Eddie." He added after a moment, understanding in his tone.
Caitlin nodded solemnly.
"Sometimes I wish the writers didn't hand so much control over everything...over us," Barry admitted, his voice low.
"I do too," Caitlin spoke, looking up at him. "But I still believe it will work out somehow. I believe in us, and I think other people do too."
"Besides, they can't always control everything." She added, taking her hand in his.
Barry gave a genuine smile, as they intertwined their fingers.
"I love you, Caitlin," Barry spoke, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"I love you too, Barry."
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Alter Egos
Fanfiction"However, there is one constant in the never ending flow of worlds. Wherever Barry Allen is, Caitlin Snow is always there too. Like two planets forever locked in a gravitational pull, they are always together, orbiting around each other." Alter Egos...
