“Now, I am not a parent, but in many ways you have shown me what it is like to have a son.” ~Dr. Wells to Cisco
Familytime was never a favored activity for Cisco, even from a young age. He was always living in someone else’s shadow, and He hated that. He was his own person, and he always wanted people to look past his brother, Dante, and to see Him. His family was shocked when he grautated from college at the top of his class, but believed that Mechanical Engineering would get him nowhere in life. Were they right? Cisco would continue to ask himself this for years to come.
As Cisco sat in the pipeline, he felt at ease. There was a soft hum of power that brought him comfort in all that was going on. Nobody really knew that he continually came back to sit in the pipeline, and he was completely fine with that. He debated telling Violet – Violet. He smiled at the thought of her name. She was the sole family member he could stand to be around and have decent conversation with. She was also the sole family member that he felt his love wasn’t forced for, which was a nice change – but he couldn’t tell anyone. This was his place, his haven. He didn’t want anyone else to claim it for their own. Cisco rubbed his eyes – his thoughts were straying again, lack of sleep was really getting to him.
Harrison Wells. Eobard Thawne. Whatever the man was calling himself now. He had to stop him. Cisco let himself get close to the man and then had it ripped from underneath him. His heart was ripped to shreds, quite literally, actually, and he wasn’t going to let that happen again, figuratively or otherwise. He had let the man call him his son, and after all he had done, that was not okay.
Cisco felt power surge through his fingertips as his anger rose, and he got to his feet and began running. Running through the pipeline, running from his problems, his powers, his family, his former mentor. As he ran, he felt the ground shake a little with each footstep. He knew that was him. That was his power, and nobody was going to that that away.