Heartache (Completed)

Chapter 3: The Bank

Barry: Snart!? No, no, no, no! This could not be happening. Cold was smirking at him, the little shit.

Snart: Barry actually came? No way! This was going to be so awkward, especially since Lisa and Mick were here! Why did he have to come!? He couldn't let Barry see him like this, so he smirked. Maybe he would even get on his nerves.

Mick: Had Snart seriously not banged the kid up yet? Seriously? Mick was completely shocked. Snart would bang anyone he wanted to, The Flash was no exception. Was he?

Lisa: Lisa wasn't even watching. Was she the only one who actually cared about the cash instead of some love triangle?

Barry: I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this.

Mick: Suddenly, Mick raised his gun, aimed, and fired, cause he was totally on Lisa's side. Who cared about some love triangle?

Lisa: Seriously? Were they just going to stand there while she robbed the bank, the reason they were here? Finally! Mick was raising his gun

Lisa: Seriously? Were they just going to stand there while she robbed the bank, the reason they were here? Finally! Mick was raising his gun.

Len: Seriously Mick? Can you not sense the tension?

Barry: Why is everyone in this crew trying to kill either my feelings or me!? Seriously! I'm actually really nice to them! I'm so sick of this. I'm out. Barry runs off to STAR Labs.

Lisa: Why'd he run? Not even a pun-fest with Len or the, 'There's good in you, Snart," speech. What's going on with them? Every boy I know has a secret problem at this point, except Mick, 'cause his problem is obvious.

Mick: Huh?

Len: Damnit Mick!!! Seriously!?!

Barry: I hate them all. I seriously hate them all. Especially Len. I will break my no-murdering rule for him.

Screw you, Lenny.

Mick: Why'd he leave?

Lisa: I am the only Rogue who cares about money.

Len: Why was Barry running? He never ran unless he couldn't win

Len: Why was Barry running? He never ran unless he couldn't win. And he didn't even try! Something's up, and I'm gonna find out what it is.

...

Barry seriously needed a drink. Caitlin had finally whipped up something, so he decided to go to his favorite bar and pray Snart wasn't there.

His luck failed.

The entire crew was there, including Snart.

Barry really didn't care today. He needed a drink, this is where he'd get one. It was as simple as that.

He sat down as far away as possible and ordered a beer. He drank Caitlin's serum, then chugged the beer. Then he ordered another one.

...

Len was chatting with Lisa, Mick and the rest of his crew, when Barry walked in, scanned the room for him, noticed him, and sat as far as humanly possible from him. What was he doing here? This was his bar, not some random one. Barry knew that. Len knew that. Everyone knew that. So why was he here if he was trying to avoid Len?

Then he saw the beer. Ah. So he was trying to avoid Len, his family, and drink away his problems. This would be entertaining.

...

Barry was sick. Sick of Metas, sick of STAR Labs, sick of his family, sick of his job, sick of Len. Another drink. Barry was sick. Sick of his job, sick of Len. Another drink. Barry was sick. Sick of Len. He growled in frustration. He couldn't get drunk enough to forget Len, even with this formula. Damnit.

Then Len slid over, and Barry's day got a whole lot worse.

...

What was Barry trying to drink away? Family, Flash duty, Metas? Friends? He walked over, and as he did so, he figured he'd ask. Then he heard it. "I'm so sick. Sick of Len." Another swig. Repeat. Then a growl. "Why can't I forget the little shit!!!! That is literally all I want!!!" Len smirked.

"So what I'm hearing is I'm the only one you want," Len said as soon as he arrived. Barry took one look at him, then drank the rest of the bottle and ordered three. Wow. He really was drinking to forget.

Barry looked at him angrily. "What do you want this time? Screw me and leave a damn note? Oh, wait, you already did!" Barry turned when his beers came and started chugging. Len grabbed two of the three. Barry sighed angrily. "Give me my beer, Snart." Len shook his head. "I'm cutting you off." Barry snorted. "Cutting me off like you cut open my heart? Or is that just a coincidence? Because I can't put anything past a man like you anymore," Barry said.

Len felt his heart break. He'd had men like Barry. Nice, sweet, in love with him. Those men never made the move, but Len did. He would sleep with them, break their hearts with a note, never see them again. But Barry was in farther in that they'd ever been before. And Barry knows where he lives, his safe houses, his bar. Len was screwed.

"Barry, listen, I swear, I was drunk. I would never have slept with you anyway."

As soon as he said that, Len knew it was the wrong thing to say. Barry looked up in shock, with tears in his eyes. "Huh," he said numbly. "Glad I never made a move. You would have rejected me like Sara rejected you," Barry said. Ouch.

"How do you know that?" Len asked. "Considering how many times you moaned her name instead of mine, I sat you down and we talked. You told me I was the rebound, that this didn't mean anything, never would, made me agree to that. Wish I hadn't," Barry sighed sadly.

"Coming here was a mistake. I see that now. Sorry for interrupting your party," Barry said. "I'll stay out of your heists too. Then I'll never have to see you. Ever. Good-bye, Snart. Hope you break someone else's heart too." Barry walked out, never turning, never anything. But even Snart could see the tears.

...

Barry felt like crap. Why did Snart come talk to him? It's not like he cared about him. Did he? No. Snart didn't care about anyone except himself. Why would he care for Barry anyway?

Why would he care for Barry anyway?