Turn A Blind Eye (Barry Allen/Oliver Queen)

Sickness and Stars

Caitlin clutched at her head, her free hand falling to the desk beside her. The room began to spin, Caitlin's eyesight blurred as she also felt weak, the almost robotic sound of someone repeating her name over and over enticed her to concentrate.

"Caitlin?" Wells repeated once more; he almost looked relieved when Caitlin started to stand upright. Though both of her hands, now flat on the desk, allowed her to straighten herself.

"What happened?" Caitlin asked, her vision still fuzzy from the crippling headache she had suffered from a few seconds prior. She could only just see Dr Wells in his wheelchair in front of her as her eyes narrowed to see better.

"You're sick; as is Cisco." Cisco was sick too? Caitlin somewhat remembered her friend giving her a call at five in the morning to say he wouldn't be in. "I would suggest you go home."

"I'm fine, Dr Wells. Just got a little dizzy." Caitlin hadn't realised her speech was mumbled, and slurred toward the end.

"No, I can't have people who are unwell to be helping out with The Flash," Wells paused momentarily. "You need to go home and rest."

Caitlin knew she couldn't sway Wells into allowing her to stay, when Dr Wells had something in mind, he didn't back down. She ended up calling her mum to pick her up, not trusting herself to drive home. Her dad would be taking her own car to their house.

Slowly, Caitlin gained her balance, not daring to test it until Dr Wells exited her office space. The sudden headache and dizziness was strange, and scary, to Caitlin as she hadn't succumb to anything like that before. 'It's probably just because I was moving too fast,' Caitlin thought, still not reassuring herself.

She stumbled out to the car park above, taking the elevator up to the ground floor of the S.T.A.R. Labs building. Her parents weren't there yet, leaving Caitlin to lean on her own car with her keys in her hand.

"Hello Caitlin," a voice Caitlin knew too well, she never forgot it. She turned, not sure if she wanted to see what she saw. There, in his favourite leather jacket, dark wash jeans and dark grey plain tshirt was someone she never said a proper goodbye to.

"Ronnie?"

XXXX

"Well, that was easy!" Barry exclaim, almost sounding bored that they had stopped several petty crimes in Starling City. He and Oliver sat on the rooftop of Oliver's mansion, still in their vigilante outfits. Oliver laughed a little bit as he nodded.

"Yes, we make a very good team." Barry looked up at the night sky above them, seeing plenty of stars hanging above the pair. Central City didn't have a lot of good places to see the starts, and the lights from a lot of the building polluted the view to only seeing a few dozen on an unclouded night. Starling City seemed to dim down at night, reflecting the evil and darkness she held, her people carried plenty. Even their hero.

"Don't get to see them much?" Oliver looked to his friend, who still craned his neck upward to look at the night sky. Oliver didn't exactly stay up there some night secretly for the stars, he stayed there for the quiet.

"I wish I could see the stars more." Barry slowly lowered his head, then turned it to his friend. "It's always too bright in Cenral City, and it hasn't exactly been long since I've been able to see."

Barry moved in his sitting position, shifting to lay down on his back with his left arm resting behind his head. Oliver shrugged off his hood, folding it into a pillow of sorts as he followed suit. Laying on a roof could actually be comfortable, if there wasn't a nail sticking in your back as Oliver felt. He didn't move, the proximity between him and Barry was close enough, not even the length of his index finger, and squirming around wouldn't help.

The pair watched the stars, Barry was even able to name some of the constellations, opposed to Oliver knowing only Orion and The Archer in the sky.

"Maybe there's a runner up there for you," Oliver joked, making Barry laugh. A wide smile, peaceful in its way, stayed on Barry's face as his laughter died down. Oliver couldn't help smiling too, as his attention turned back upwards.

"You should smile more," Oliver looked back to Barry. "It's the best look on you."

"You should be lucky that you're one of the few people to see it, then." Oliver's lips twitched up again, but he was trying to keep serious for a moment.

Oliver's left hand had rested on his chest, the right lay beside his body. His left hand left his chest, looking to find the feeling of tiles on the flesh. Instead, heat from other skin collided with his hand. He would have flinched, had it not been for the other hand true in over slowly. Barry met his gaze, glancing down at their hands then back to Oliver's face. Both hand the same idea, slowly moving their fingers to lock as their palms resting together. A pink flush ran across Oliver's face and neck; and he found himself unable to look away from Barry. Or those lips of his.

A.N. Okay, I ended this chapter in a cute way because we do need more Oliver/Barry moments in this story. It will be kind of a slow build with the relationship. Also, the first half of the chapter will be very important to the story, both for Wells, and for the relationship between Ollie and Barry. That is why this chapter took me so long, I'm still figuring out the best way to get to where I want this to go, so bare with me. I hope you all enjoyed, keep leaving the awesome suggestions (I am still considering on having Felicity be with someone, but again not sure who. Someone suggested Sara, so I might make it that she didn't die but instead disappeared, though I don't watch Arrow so I need a bit of help with that.