themaninthelightning:

“Cisco.” Eobard quickly raised one hand in a placating gesture, then awkwardly realized that had been the killing hand. Not that he expected Cisco to remember that detail–different timeline–but he still hastily lowered the hand. He’d been leaning against one of the desks, and then he stood until he remembered his significant height advantage over Cisco. He sat back down, reducing his physical threat as much as possible.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he sighed. His eyes avoided the spot in Cisco’s chest that his hand had pierced. It wasn’t often he experienced regret, but this was a death that had caused a lot of trouble. “I assure you, my grievances are with Barry, not you.” He noticed that he was gesturing with that hand again, so he tucked it under his leg just to keep still. “Can we talk?”

Cisco cringed as the man raised his hand ever so slightly. “How are you here right now? I thought….” Cisco trailed off. It’s just another dream. A side effect of these powers. I’m just reliving it, again. Cisco turned around and rubbed his eyes, hoping to rid his mind of the memories. “It’s just my imagination.” Cisco muttered, turning around to face the man once more. 

“All you’ve ever did was lie to me, Wells. What else do you want to tear away from me?” Cisco held a hand near to his heart, as if he could protect it. Eddie shot himself so you would die. How the hell is this even remotely possible? He thought to himself. Cisco could feel a mild headache coming on, so he walked gingerly to his desk and rummaged through his drawer until he found his aspirin. He sat down and stared Wells down. “Fine.”