themaninthelightning:

When it came to reintroducing himself to this timeline’s residents, Eobard was only mildly surprised to discover that his most pressing concern was Cisco. After all, Cisco had been the first casualty of the other timeline, and the one he had to live without for the longest. Eobard also couldn’t shake the correlation in his head, that after Cisco died everything else had gone to hell.

He would have to be careful with his approach, however. He had to negate, as much as possible, that initial perception of him as an enemy. That would be counter-productive. So, he decided to wait in the lab where they used to work together, at a time when he knew he could corner Cisco alone.

And he brought a gift: a small box, lacking in wrapping paper but adorned with a bright red bow. “Hello Cisco,” he said, when his former protege entered.

It was a beautiful day, and Cisco decided to walk to work. With his earbuds in and music blasting, he began the trek to work. Even when Cisco woke up, he had a weird feeling about the day ahead. He just brushed it off like he did most things.

He took the elevator down to the cortex and walked out mumbling the words to one of his favorite songs. He tossed his jacket over one of the desk chairs and took out his earbuds, but continued to hum the song he had just paused. He heard a familiar voice that recently he had only heard in his nightmares. He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or if this was reality. “What the hell?” He sputtered, taking a step away from the man who had betrayed him and his friends.