Picking Up the Pieces || Cisco & Barry
Barry waved his hand dismissively, hating that the other had to find him like this. “Had a run in…I’ll be fine.” Looking up at his friend, he sighed a bit. “Sorry about the suit.” He draped the wrecked item of clothing over his chair with an apologetic look. The T-shirt and sweatpants he had on now weren’t his and hung loosely on his body, but it didn’t stick to any of the bandages. Looking at Cisco as he talked about the cuffs, Barry sighed. “You didn’t have to do that. If you are over your mistrust issues then you should’ve ignored mine. And you should have Caitlin put the codes in. I’m..not around as much.” Standing, he shook his head. “I’m already patched. Len and Mick found me.”
“A Run in? Barry, this is so much more than just a run in. You obviously have someone who is gunning for you, and you can’t do this alone.” Cisco sighed, ignoring the man’s attempt at shooing him away. “The suit doesn’t matter. I can make a new suit, but I can’t make a new best friend. I can’t make a new Barry Allen. I want this Barry Allen to set the code. I hardly see Cait anymore, and I don’t trust anyone more than I trust you.” He crossed to his backpack that lie on the floor next to the couch. “You’re going to need someone to keep an eye on you do you don’t completely hurt yourself. I can get you stuff. You go lie down. The wristbands can wait.”
The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard
“It is reasonable to ask the most skilled hand-to-hand combatant you know for training. The part that strikes me as unnecessary and poorly planned is shooting you in the course of that training.” The sooner Green Arrow chose to return to his home turf, the better. Eobard never liked the man’s influence on his little team, and this was a pretty solid support for that sentiment.
Cisco was touching something under his shirt, which, given the context, Eobard assumed was a scar. Oliver Queen had left a scar on his boy? A possessive anger coiled tight in his chest, but before he could act on it, perhaps say something he would later regret, Cisco flinched and covered his ears. Eobard tensed, thinking for a moment that somehow Cisco’s power was too great to be contained by the wristbands. But no, there were no unusual vibrations in the air, nothing was being shaken or destroyed.
There was an awkward hopping maneuver that he had to use just to get close and drop into a crouch before Cisco. The makeshift cane clattered to the floor behind him while he leaned forward, ducking his head a bit to get a look at Cisco’s lowered face. His hands hovered, uncertain, just shy of touching Cisco’s knees, his arms, or shoulders, or head. This had to be what one of the visions looked like, from the outside.
“Cisco?” he said quietly. He didn’t think there was much else to do. Here was the natural expression of Cisco’s power; while active, the best thing to do was to wait it out, and plan for the future. “What do you see?”
Cisco cringed at the unexpected sound. However, it was suprisingly calming amongst all the other sounds that rang in his ears. “Woman….dark hair….not earth.” He could barely get the words out, as the pain was making his consciousness slip and making him more nauseous than usual. He lay his head on the desk to stop the room from spinning, the cold metal was a relief to his warm skin. Cisco kept his eyes closed as the noises amplified and his body slumped against the table, consciousness slipping from him as his mind was overstimulated.
About 5 minutes later, Cisco became more and more aware of his surroundings, slowly blinking his eyes open. “Eobard?”
Violet huffed. “It just pisses me off. He’s just this awkward little hamster when he texts.” Violet went into the kitchen and got a trash bag, putting the broken shards of glass carefully into the bag.
“Did you just call my best friend an awkward little hamster?” Cisco said, cocking his head to the side. “Of all the descriptions, and you choose awkward and hamster? You’re so weird.” He laughed, placing what was left of the frames on the kitchen counter. “You know, before you left I converted the office into a room for you. I moved my office to my room. You’re welcome here anytime.”
Picking Up the Pieces || Cisco & Barry
Barry jumped when Cisco spoke, swearing as he hit his hip on the counter and his left knee gave out. Catching himself on the counter, he looked over at the other and nodded weakly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Well, I will be. What’s wrong? Why are you here?” He looked at the other with concern, assuming he was here because of trouble.
Cisco’s mouth gaped open at the sight of his broken and battered friend. “Oh my God, Barry, what happened?” It took every part of his being not to comment about the suit and the state of it. The welbeing of his friend was more important. “I wanted to apologize. I was so wrong in trusting Thawne. I guess I still subconsciously crave the mentorship and praise he gave me when nobody else did.” He looked down and hung his hand on the nape of his neck, feeling the cool wristbands against his skin. “Oh, and I reset the passcode so you could set it. It took every part of my being to not take them off before I came over here.” He stood and crossed to his friend, helping him back to his feet. “Let’s get you all patched up first.”
Violet rolled her eyes. “Felicity said that if I loved him I would fight. And so did Griffin.” Violet immediately took to work, putting things back on the shelf.
“I never said you shouldn’t fight for him, I said we should give him a little space to start off .” He sighed as he carefully began to pick up pieces of glass from his beloved framed comics. “We can’t pressure him into letting us into his life when he doesn’t want us there right now.”
Violet sighed. “You’re really going to give him space? He doesn’t need space he needs friends.”
“We need to respect his wishes, Vi. Whether we like it or not we have to.” He sighed, leading them into the building and up to his apartment. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open to reveal chaos. Frames and books littered the floor, and the TV was facedown on the floor. DVD cases had fallen as well around the tv. Cisco’s face dropped.
Cisco backup 