When Cisco complained about his nightmares, they all should have listened more. Eobard had been so… so self-absorbed and obsessed with the thought that Cisco might pick up on visions from the other timeline–besides his death. The water and the ruin, Caitlin’s wrath and Barry’s absence, Cisco’s unmoving body in a cold room, and every hopeless moment after that, while Eobard worked for a way out. He didn’t want anyone else to see that, ever. Too much exposed of himself, too great a horror to inflict on any other.
Of course, the issue had laid much deeper than nightmares involving his powers. And Cisco’s habit of ignoring the bad things had backfired, just as Eobard had predicted, and yet, he wondered if there was a way they could have prevented this.
“Cisco. Stop and think this through. There is no prison cell on this earth that can contain your power. You shook the foundations of this city. At this point, there is only one thing that can control your power, and that’s you. Please,” and that wasn’t a word Eobard often said, almost as rare as ‘sorry,’ but he used it now. Desperate times and so on. “Let me help you.”
Cisco sighed, knowing the man was right. “Why would you want to help me now, after all you’ve did to hurt me?” Cisco snapped, the anger bubbling within him once more as the darkness emerged. He stood and slammed his hands on his desk, sending his computer and other tech flying.
He brought his hands to his head seconds later and began pacing. He brought out his phone and began looking up the numbers on the injured and fatalities of the earthquake. Thinking of anything that might make him feel guilty rather than angry. With the numbers pulled up, Cisco remembered a piece of tech he’d finished just weeks earlier. “Something needs to be done so this -this darkness can’t break through, and I know just the thing.” He said, crossing the room to his lab’s lock box.
Cisco backup 