Cisco backup

notpurple-violet:

Violet was speechless. She had heard that Central City had been hit by an earthquake but the sheer destruction of the only city she called home was… inconceivable. Trying to make her way through the once familiar streets was a hopeless task. The rubble was unsteady under her feet and she jumped when she heard a voice coming from around the alley. She nervously crept around the brick and felt her breath leave her like she had been punched in the chest. A sound resembling something between a whimper and a gasp escaped her mouth and she stumbled back, remembering why she hadn’t wanted to come back.

Cisco jumped back when he heard the noise, throwing his hand out to protect himself. As his eyes adjusted, he was thankful he had the power dampening wristbands on. “Violet?”

always-going-faster:

“Yes. The same man who killed my mom, and then convinced me to create a wormhole that nearly destroyed the City. Not to mention he killed you in an alternate timeline. But hey, I’m the idiot for trying to stop you from making the same mistakes!” As the other stormed away, Barry reached a decision he’d been battling for awhile, but knew it was time now. His time as the Flash was getting more dangerous, and racking up more casualties, and he couldn’t let one of them become Cisco. Barry took a breath to steel himself, then stepped into the hall and called after him. “I can’t have you around here anymore.”

“He may have did all of those things, but people can change.” Ciscosaid before stopping dead in his tracks and turning to face the person who he’d thought was his best friend. “What? Did you just kick me out? You can’t just kick me out, this is my second home. It’s where I escape when I don’t want to deal with the outside world. I need this, Bar.” Cisco said, his voice cracking. “I can go reset the cuffs and you can put in the code. I’ll stop talking to Thawne. Just please don’t make me leave. Please.”

always-going-faster:

“You’re dull enough to trust him again!!!” Barry spun, looking at Cisco with genuine anger and upset in his eyes. “You, of all people, know who he is and what he’s capable of and you want him to train you. You just said the words “I trust him” in reference to Eobard Thawne. You.” Barry shook his head before running his hands along side of it. “You’re all insane.”

Cisco’s face dropped as hid friend talked. “Why are you yelling at me? I don’t need any more anger in my life after what just happened, Barry.” He paused, watching the man shake his head. “Sorry I’m ‘insane’ for trying to get my powers under control. So glad you had someone to help you train and learn the extent of your powers.” He paused once more, standing up at the desk. “Come find me when you have a level head.” He said sternly as he turned and walked out, heading for his lab.

always-going-faster:

“Permanent? Cisco, that seems ext…” He stopped as soon as he mentioned Eobard, the speedster tensing completely and turning away, leaning on a table for a moment before spinning to face him. “You’re…you’re not only working with Thawne, but you had him lock up your powers and trusted him with the codes.”

“He’s from the future, he knows what I’m capable of and how to properly train me!” Cisco argued. “I trust him enough for this. Plus, I have an alternative if he doesn’t want to give the code up. I’m not that dull, Bar.”

always-going-faster:

“Okay, darkness isn’t great..” Barry reached out, taking the man’s hands and inspecting his cuffs. He frowned as Cisco spoke, worried about his friend as well as his city. “I’m so sorry this happened Cisco, and I understand the cuffs…though that’s not really a permanent solution….can you get them off?”

“It’s permanemt for now. I’m not taking them off until I fully deal with these emotions. Which means I need to gain control over my powers so I can stop having so many nightmares.” Cisco prepared himself for what he was about to say, and what Barry’s reaction might be. “Eobard is helping me train. He set the code.”

always-going-faster:

Barry looked at the data, studying it a moment before looking at Cisco. “I know you didn’t mean to cause it, so what happened? And what are those things on your wrists?” He’d noticed the other’s glance and began to worry, hoping Cisco really was okay.

“Well, for starters, there’s this, um, darkness that has been trickling in. I think it’s due to me putting off dealing with the memories of the alternate timelines.” He explained, looking up at the man. “I was just messing around, and then I got to thinking about what happened. When I died the first time, and I just got really angry and I couldn’t control what was happening. It’s like my brain went into autopilot for a second while this other thing took control. It was terrible, and I felt the vibrations coming from my feet, and things started falling, I could hear the ground splintering outside.” Cisco took a deep breath, trying his best to keep his emotions under control. “The loss of control was terrifying. That’s what the wristbands are for. I originally developed them for rogue metas, but I knew they would be of great use to me now. They use a combination of electrical and low frequency sound waves to disrupt certain brain waves that control the superpowers. They can be used as hand cuffs as well, with a GPS locator and a code box.”

The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard

themaninthelightning:

“If we’re looking at your power as a problem that requires a solution, then yes. However, it won’t be a problem forever. When you become comfortable with it, when you,” Eobard glanced down at the wristbands, then back up to Cisco’s face, “have control, then it will just be another part of you. No part of you is a problem.” Cisco had a proclivity towards low self-esteem; while that had left him more open toward to Wells’ influence early on, it had also been a facet Eobard always worked to eliminate.

There was a part of Eobard that continued to feel uneasy about this power-dampening technology. Not only was it muffling Cisco’s potential, but it could also be used on Eobard at any time. He wasn’t fool enough to think that Barry or any of his friends could forgive and forget so soon, that they would trust him enough not to be tempted to turn on him. After all, from their perspective, he’d played the traitor first.

He watched Cisco briefly celebrate this small victory, and forced a smile onto his own face. It was weak and fleeting, difficult to maintain considering the circumstances, but it was still good to see a spark of the old Cisco peeking past the anger and the guilt. “The Badlands were far enough for Firestorm to safely release their energy. You won’t have to worry about that… or about being shot. I don’t–who shot you?” Eobard wasn’t inclined toward shooting people, he truly hated guns. So he could only assume Cisco was talking about someone else.

“It sure feels like it’s going to be a forever kind of problem.” Cisco said with a sigh. “I’ve always been a problem child, according to my family. Never being able to live up to the expectation my brother set.” He sighed once more and sauntered over to his desk chair and plopped down into it.

“I’ve been shot more than you think. Once or twice in an alley, another during a training attempt. Wait, no that was a dart. I disarmed them first.” He said proudly, reaching into his desk drawer for a screwdriver to fiddle with.

always-going-faster:

Barry was stunned, but he immediately moved closer to Cisco, knowing he must be upset. “Are you sure? Cisco….are you okay? Did someone attack you or something?”

Cisco shook his head. “No, nobody attacked me. I’m fine, aside from being emotionally traumatized.” He looked down to the silver bands that were on his wrists. “I’ve been analyzing some data that our equipment picked up from before, during, and after the quake. All of the seismic activity came from the land that STAR labs sits on.” Cisco explained, pulling the data up on the computer.

themanbeneaththehood:

“It’s the only way I can get a straight answer out of people these days. I don’t want to hurt you, Cisco. You are obviously harboring needed information, I want to know what you know.” Oliver said softly moving before him, his bow disarmed and hung from his fingers by his side.

“Then just ask like a normal person! You didn’t need to shoot me!” Cisco yelled at the man that he feared so much. He was thankful for the wristbands, because otherwise he probably would’ve sent Oliver flying across the alleyway. "Can we maybe do this somewhere warmer? We could do it over coffee back at the lab perhaps? I feel like the city is going to crumble around us.” He stalled, watching the man’s face closely. This darkness within Cisco found humor in stalling just to aggravate people.

always-going-faster:

Barry was exhausted and beyond emotionally spent, but he nodded, focusing on Cisco. “Yeah, of course. What’s up Cisco?”

“This earthquake. It wasn’t a natural disaster.” He confessed, taking baby steps in telling his best friend this big news. “I’m prety sure I caused it.”