Friends don't (Snowbarry)

Not your fault

The boy sat there motionless, he looked to the ground. Hands to his face and covered in blood. The team had surrounded the cortex all looking to the unfamiliar boy. (Not that he'd noticed, he was to focused on his own thoughts.)

"Oh my god" Barry remarks at the sight of the sweaty and shaking boy (Or was it just because he was covered in rain water.). When there eyes meet Barry feels the weight of his pain instantly. 

There's a strong gust of wind as Barry disappears only to appear at his side moments later with some of his old clothes. He hands the boy his clothes before pointing to the other room for him to change in, surprised by the fact that the boy didn't even flinch when Barry used his speed.

When the boy had left to change, Barry turned to the team only to hear Cisco mutter a quick "So much for the movie" Barry resisted the erg to smile, turning to the door to see Caitlin walk in and depose of her now very bloody gloves. (Is this how it feels when he gets hurt.). 

"She's stable, there were metal shards beneath the skin of her wound but i managed to get them out." Caitlin explained before turning to Barry to ask where her brother was.

"He's in the speed lab getting changed, he seemed pretty shaken up so he might need some space." His eye's don;t leave Caitlin's and it make's he slightly unconformable. Caitlin tries to ignore him, pretending to bring her attention back to her computer, checking and re-checking calculations.

But he won't stop staring at her. She thinks maybe she should call him out then. After all, doesn't he have things to do? "Do we know who they are or where there parents are?" The words were meant as a detraction but despite the pointed looks Caitlin gives him he doesn't catch on. 

"No, Joe and I went through facial recognition but there's nothing on the two, hopefully we'll get luck when we know there names." He was still gawking at her almost as though he had zoned out and Caitlin needed to get out of there. 

"I'm going to go check on him" and she leaves feeling Barry's eyes fallow her out.

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she finds him back pressed against the wall of a random cleaning closet because he can't stop shaking and he can't quite find the strength to stand. "Hey." she's never been good with words; she wishes now more than ever that she was.

"I-It's my f-fault, I-I didn't get there on time." Caitlin has always been in control, except she can't seem to control images of the girl still bloody and broken from slipping into her head, and she can't control the sobs that escape the boys lips, he can't, god, he can't breathe.

"It's okay, it's okay. she'll get better," Caitlin says, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. She silently prays to all the gods she can think of that somehow, someday, everything really will be okay for the siblings. If anyone deserves this it's not them.

Eventually, Caitlin finds him  breath again, draws the lung-fulls he's been missing and pulls away enough to find the teens gaze, which feels almost as if it were waiting for her. "Thank you." He whispers and she gets the feeling that there's something more to it, like he's been waiting for her to find him. Like he knew, but despite it she smiled "No problem"

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She began to stir, waking up hours later to find her brother sitting  by her bed.

"Don't do that," she mutters, unexpectedly cross for all the grief scrawled in thick lines across her features. The boy looks startled by the change, looks confused as to what she means. His sister's voice is no less fierce as she fills in the blanks. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this," and she watches him crumple in on himself again, shoulders and brow and eyes falling in a tandem of guilt and grief and misery.

"I can't help it," tears forcefully from his throat, too thick and too hard and too raw. He feels her fingers slide down to his hands and grab hold, tight and fierce and firm and sure. It forces his attention back up to her, which is what she wanted.

"They made there own choices, Mom and dad they wanted to do this" and for all she will never entirely forgive them for it, it is not her brothers fault.

"He wouldn't have had to if," but her fingers are firm and sure again as they move to instead frame his face, forcing his gaze to hers. "Where here now, let's make the best of it."

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Hey guys, so I hope you like this so far. It's not my first fan fiction but it is the only one i'm going to upload thus far.

I want my characters to be played by Mackenzie Foy  and Cody Christian.

Thank you to those who are keeping tabs on when I upload!!! It means the world to me.