Daughter of The Flash

012. CRAZY FOR YOU

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PEOPLE SAY THAT HATE IS A STRONG WORD, BUT WHAT WE DON'T REALIZE IS THAT SO IS THE WORD LOVE. Yet we throw it around like it's nothing. Bella had been hearing those words for a long time become just that, words. Words without a meaning, words with no truth, words with no value as people came into her Italian/Mexican restaurant. Watching at the end of her performance how couples come and go.

Now, as she stood behind a computer at S.T.A.R Labs, she couldn't help but notice how her ears rung at the new save of her father.

"Dana!" Yelled the guy from her screen as he turned around after his turned over car exploded. The name fresh in his lips, just like the image of his girlfriend still inside the car as he turned and with wide eyes saw the Flash holding his uninjured girlfriend.

Snapping out of it, he ran towards his girlfriend and embraced her before turning to the scarlet speedster with bewilderment, "How did-"

The Flash shook his head with a causal smile and the guy turned back to his girlfriend, "I love you."

With a smile, the same guy kissed his girlfriend feeling his whole body relax knowing she was okay before turning over to the scarlet speedster, "Thank you, Flash."

With that said, Barry ran back to S.T.A.R Labs and in a blur, he was sitting in a rolling chair with the suit back on its mannequin. It was covered in dirt, ashes and a few smudges of dirty rainwater but still in perfect condition. A sight Bella knew Cisco wasn't going to like but shrugged it off at the happiness of the couple being safe, hanging up the phone to the police and reporting the incident to make sure everything would get taken care of.

With a high five from Cisco, Barry stayed in his chair while his friend went to get his supplies to clean the suit. Bella, meanwhile, embraced her father in a hug, the smell of ashes fresh and tickling her nose, before going to grab some water to clean the suit.

"Dude. That was insane. I mean, even I'm having a hard time getting mad at you for dirtying up my suit." Cisco smiled as he used the wet corner of a towel to clean the smudges.

"Okay, when are we going to start considering it my suit?" Barry asked form his chair leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"Hey, what about me?" Asked Bella slapping Cisco in the arm, "I'm the one who has marks on her fingers from all the stitching and sowing."

Lifting her hand as if to prove her point, the girl did have a couple of marks in her fingers along with at least two bandages. Cisco, who was the closets, shrugged, accepting the fair reason before he turned to his two teammates, "Okay, I'd be comfortable calling it our suit."

"Our suit," Barry repeated while nodding his head as Caitlin came up from behind him.

"Tonight was the fastest you've ever run." She called out walking over to the computer desk.

"Yes, your training is paying off." Nodded Wells in agreement, "That couple is alive tonight because of you."

"I can still get faster. I know I can." Barry insisted, getting up from his seat and walking in front of Wells on the other side of the computer desk.

"And you will one day, I'm sure." Nodded Wells, knowing how passionate Barry was when it came to his speed, "But for today, I'd say you've fulfilled your save quota. Proper rest is what you need, as do we all."

"Better yet," Cisco spoke up with his pointer fingers up in the air and a mischievous smirk in his lips that reminded Bella of the Cheshire Cat, "what we all need is a proper drink. Who's up for a round?"