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The Christmas One-Shot Nobody Asked For

All Barry wanted to do right now was go home and crash. Take a long nap, maybe watch an episode of Game of Thrones, forget about this Alchemy-Savitar business. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and he forgot to finish Christmas shopping, so he'd have to go before they had their party here.

The West house was decorated for the holidays, the tree full of ornaments. Dozens of wrapped boxes lay under it, courtesy of Iris who he'd earlier joked about having 'good restraint'. Garland rested above the fireplace, stockings hanging from the bricks. Through the window he could see the strings of lights hung across the bushes outside.

Barry laid on his couch, groaning softly as the remaining aches from his fight with Savitar made their presence known. Barely two minutes later, there was a knock on the door. 

"Barr, can you grab that?" Joe called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure," Barry groaned, standing up again. He walked over to the door, pulling open the door. On the other side stood a man who wore his own face, a smirk gracing his lips in a way that Barry would never be able to pull off, but fit his twin's face so well. "S-Sebastian...?"

"Didn't think I'd forget about Christmas, do you?"

Barry just stared at his brother, "I-I-"

"Are you just gonna stand there and catch flies or are you going to give me a hug?"

When Barry still didn't move, the smirk fell from his face and he looked more concerned.

"Barry, you good?" he asked. "Are you mad at me or something? I know we haven't talked in a couple of months, I just thought that you needed space." When Barry still just stood there, Sebastian snapped his fingers in front of Barry's face, making him jump. "Earth to Bartholomew." Barry's nose scrunched up at the use of his full name just as Joe walked into the living room.

"Barry, you gonna let him in, or just let the heat get out."

Barry turned to look at Joe, completely bewildered. 

"It's good to see you again, Bas," Joe greeted. Sebastian smiled at him, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which flickered over to his confused brother. Too confused.

"It's good to see you, too," Sebastian responded.

"Joe, can I talk to you?" Barry asked.

"Sure thing," Joe frowned. "Sebastian, why don't you make yourself at home?"

Sebastian nodded, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him while Barry made a beeline for the kitchen.

"What is wrong with you?" Joe asked. "I thought you'd be happy to see him?"

"I- no- I don't know," Barry said. "We haven't spoken in years and he just shows up like it's nothing...why are you looking at me like that?"

"What are you talking about? Did you hit your head?" Joe asked. 

"No I didn't hit my head," Barry replied. "I-" Barry paused, then sighed. "Flashpoint, this has to be another Flashpoint thing."

"What, you two didn't talk before Flashpoint?"

Barry shook his head. "No. I- I don't know how I'm supposed to- to interact with him, talk with him."

"Why don't you just tell him the truth?" Joe said. 

"How do I do that without giving away my identity-" Barry sighed. "Unless- he already knows, doesn't he?"

"He's like, your best friend," Joe said. "He was the first person you told."

"This is so weird," Barry breathed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm going to-"

"Go talk to your brother."