Aflame: The Flash (1)

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—REWRITTEN—

While Barry is out, I get a call from Felicity. "Hey Fel," I say moving to the side.

"I need you to come to Starling. Roy pretended to be the Green Arrow for Oliver and he supposedly died," Felicity says. "We're flying him out tonight and who knows when we'll see him next. I thought you'd want to say goodbye. I'll send you the address and there's a helicopter waiting outside S.T.A.R. Labs for you."

Once I get the address, I immediately go to it on the helicopter to see Roy about to leave. "Roy!" I yell, as I run into his arms.

He hugs me tight and says, "Hey, Nightingale. I'm gonna miss you the most."

"Why did you have to sacrifice yourself?" I ask pulling away.

"I had to do it," Roy says. "Don't worry. I'll keep you updated from where ever I am."

"You better," I say. "And call if you need anything, I will teleport you anywhere you want."

Roy laughs. "Thanks. Will do. Promise me one thing?" He asks and I nod for him to continue. He grabs my hand and touches my bracelet. "Never take it off."

I nod. "Never," I tell him. He hugs me one last time. He kisses my forehead before walking onto his own helicopter.

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Barry saves Iris, but Wells ends up taking Eddie. I'm sitting in my living room, going through some of our family photos, before and after her death. We were all so happy, how can one day, take all of it away?

I hear a knock on my door as I go and open it, to find Barry. "Hey," I say. "C-Come in. What are you doing here?"

He walks in and says, "I- I wanted to check up on you. With everything that's happened I figured..." He trailed off, his eyes falling on the pictures in the table.

He walks over to them and picks one up, of me, my mom, and dad. My real one. "You were a cute kid," He says, smiling.

"Thanks," I with a chuckle.

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B A R R Y  P O V

"Are you Okay?" I ask, as Liv sits down next to me, on the couch. "How do you feel?"

"I don't know. I don't know how I should feel. A part of me wants to kill him, for all of the things he did. To you. To me... but a part of me just wishes I could have my dad back," She tells me.

I nod. "I get that," I say. "It's okay, to not know how to feel. He did some horrible things, but he still raised you."

"Do you hate me?" She suddenly asks. When I give her a confused look she elaborates. "For what he did. For what relationship I had him."

"What? No. Never. I- I can't hate you," I say, pulling her closer to me. She lays her head against my arm as I say, "You are not him. You will never be him. Okay? Don't compare yourself to him."

I feel her nod, then she yawns. She sighs and cuddles in with me. I wrap my arms around her, and sigh, taking in her warmth. I will my powers to not go out of control, but can feel the lightning running in my eyes. My gaze moves down to her wrist, where a burn mark from Nanda Parbat is still visible. I run my thumb past it and a bolt of lightning hit it, as I feel her tense up. She's been through so much. I can't begin to imagine what it was like. She even lost her powers in the process.

After a few minutes, I look over to see her sleeping. She's had a rough day. No wonder, she's so tired. I slowly get up, detaching myself from her. I then pick her up bridal style and carry her to her room. I put her in her bed and then cover her with her comforter.

As I am about to walk away, something stops me. I look down to see her holding my hand. Crackling embers from the tips of her fingers hit my hand but flickers of lightning fight back. I try to move out of her hold, but she has a death grip on it, as if she's falling and needs someone to keep her from tumbling down.

Seeing no way to get out of the death grip, I slowly move to the bed and lay down. As soon as I do, her grip on my hand loosens but she keeps a hold on it. I look at her for a moment before falling asleep next to her.