Crisis On Earth-1

Rehersal

[Authors Note: Hey everyone! Nearing the end of Crisis now, only two chapters after this one. It's weird to think about that this whole fic started as a silly idea in my head during a walk down to the shops. So I just wanted to say to anyone who wants to write a fic, or a story, do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! And if you feel like it, send it to me and I'll have a read of it! Anywho, enough sentimentality from me (just kidding, you'll never escape that) enjoy Rehersal!]

It was the night of their rehearsal dinner, and Barry couldn't quite believe it. For months, Barry and Kara's relationship had been pelted with stones; yet almost nothing came as close a wedge between them, driving them apart, as Kara's death at the hands of Reign. And even that had concluded with a rather happy fairytale ending.
Barry brushed his firm hands down his suit, smoothing out the odd wrinkle, and expressing the tremendous amount of energy he had buzzing through him. He was a cocktail of emotions, and maybe a drink or two would be exactly what the Scarlet Speedster needed the night before his wedding.

He pulled the door open, feeling a rush of warm air consume him. He smiled and stepped into CC Jitters, taking in the aroma of coffee that lingered long after the machines were shut down. David Singh had pulled a few favours in order to rent out Jitters for the evening. Barry was rather grateful to have his rehearsal dinner held at such a pleasant venue. Wasn't prestigious by any means, but it felt like home, and a piece of normalcy. And this was exactly what Barry needed, a sense of normalcy.
That didn't much happen when you were the fastest man alive, and were merely fourteen hours away from marrying the Last Daughter of Krypton.

"Woah, woah, hold the door, please!" Someone spoke up behind Barry, and he politely obliged. The man rushed to the door, and ducked inside, smoothing down his suit with one hand as he adjusted his rather large glasses with the other. He looked down at himself, and once content with his outward appearance, smiled politely at Barry.

"Clark Kent, Daily Planet. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Allen." Clark extended his hand, and Barry smiled, shaking his hand. The grip was rather firm, and Barry almost winced.
"I know we don't know each other, but please," Clark's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Call me Kal-El." Upon speaking that name, Barry slapped himself. How could he not recognise the Superman? Kal and Kara looked a little alike, must be from the El in their name.

"Oh, Kal, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Barry said eagerly with a light chuckle, his words were purely genuine. He'd seen Kal at Kara's funeral but couldn't bare look him in the eyes out of guilt. But all that was behind him, and Barry was rather happy to have an excuse to get to know Kara's only blood relative.
"Sorry, I almost didn't recognise you. Just had a lot on my mind, is all. You know, I'm getting married tomorrow! It's exciting, I just hope nothing goes wrong, you know?" He smiled, and Kal happily clapped his shoulder, albeit a bit too hard for his liking, but he'd heal within a minute or two.

"Of course, no matter how much I spend time with Lois, I imagine our wedding day would be the day I finally find a grey hair. Oh, I'll have to introduce you. I reckon she'd like you. She's a reporter, and a really good one at that. She's a little nosy, but I reckon you'd like her too." Kal put his hand on Barry's back and guided him towards the bar, which was open. Of course, Mick had already started taking advantage of the free alcohol, and free buffet. No one expected anything less from the resident ex-con and arsonist of the Waverider.

Everyone at the party seemed to be having a lovely time. People were mingling who Barry would have never thought would meet in his lifetime. Oliver had stricken up a conversation with Caitlin and she seemed enthralled. She thought he was hot, but that was beside the point. Constantine was impressing Winn and James with simple magic tricks. Actually pulling rabbits out of thin air, and sending them away as easily. Alex and Sara were in the upstairs area, but Barry had no idea what was going on with those two. And getting into Sara's business was a rather fast way to get a throwing star in your back quicker than you could say "rookie mistake".