Tom wrapped the bracelet around her wrist, securing it quickly. He looked back up at her face, his hand cradling her little face as he wiped another tear away. “Oh, we did, didn’t we? I’m sorry, honey. Daddy was so worried about you that he forgot to get Jane, too. But, I know that Jane is very brave. Plus, you’ll have a story to tell her when we get back home,” he added with a soft smile pulling at his mouth.
“Confusing, I know,” he replied, knowing how confusing something like this could be for a child. “Here-” Tom took the bracelet and moved to the waiting room, knowing that it’d still be a few minutes. He sat and positioned her so she was facing him as she sat on his lap. He took his hand and gingerly wiped the tears that rolled down her face. “Can Daddy see this arm? I’m going to give you that bracelet.” He asked, placing a finger on the purple blanket that was tangled around her arm.
“I can’t believe you used the superwatch for cred!” Kara exclaimed as they walked back into STAR Labs, pivoting on her heel, she pouted at Cisco. “It’s for emergencies, Cisco!”
Cisco shoved his phone back in one pocket, pulling a comic book from the other and following the Kryptonian back into the building. “But,” he whined. “People were doubting my credibility. They didn’t believe that Supergirl was real! They just think you’re just a character from the comics.”
This was bizarre. Weirder than he’d ever seen. The man before him had the same face as him. How was it possible? It wasn’t, was it? Tom’s eyes were wide as he gazed upon the man before him. “You’re – you’re me? How–?”
“i’m not you. you’re not me.” a nonchalant expression that completely contrasted the astonished doppelganger’s dawned over his features. the progenitor’s gait was very cat-like, one foot in front of the other. “how?” head tilted as silas looked into similar eyes, “that’s a very long story.” lower lip jerked sideways, “the only thing that matters is that you’re alive. mind not the technicalities.”
“but we look the same? I mean, it kind of matters,” tom replied, brows raised. the confusion dissipated from his face, only to be replaced with awe. “i think i’ve read about this somewhere. dopple-somethings, right?” tom wracked his brain for the proper word, his mind only drawing a blank as he continued to watch the mirror image before him.
Cisco is a nerd. No surprise there. He loves reading comics almost as much as he loves re-watching Star Wars and forever arguing that Han shot first, because there’s no other reasonable explanation.
His favorite comics are ones that feature the super cousins, Superman & Supergirl. He’s dumbfounded when he meets Supergirl for the first time, and can’t actually believe that she’s real. She will forever be his favorite of the cousins, and is proud to know Kara.
He tries to convince other followers of the comics that Supergirl is, in fact, real, but nobody believes him. He even jumps through a few hoops, managing to get a selfie with a blur of Supergirl flying in the background.
People continue to doubt him, but Cisco is determined to show these people the truth. Supergirl is real.
Cisco is a nerd. No surprise there. He loves reading comics almost as much as he loves re-watching Star Wars and forever arguing that Han shot first, because there’s no other reasonable explanation.
His favorite comics are ones that feature the super cousins, Superman & Supergirl. He’s dumbfounded when he meets Supergirl for the first time, and can’t actually believe that she’s real. She will forever be his favorite of the cousins, and is proud to know Kara.
He tries to convince other followers of the comics that Supergirl is, in fact, real, but nobody believes him. He even jumps through a few hoops, managing to get a selfie with a blur of Supergirl flying in the background.
People continue to doubt him, but Cisco is determined to show these people the truth. Supergirl is real.
“Oh finally! I’ve been dying to try it,” He beamed, looking at the spread of ingredients. The smile left his face & a deep sigh escaped his lips as he was brought back to reality and all that had happened during his shift. “Yeah, it was bad. 12-car pileup, several injured, a few fatalities. They made me leave my uniform at the hospital. Gave me scrubs to wear home.” The guilt of losing patients in the field always ate away at him, but this was especially hard.
“A shower is definitely warranted. I feel like I’m covered in layers of grit and grime. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he added with a peck on her cheek, turning and walking to the bathroom, shedding his coat and hanging it on a chair on his way.
Jo’s expression fell a little as he mentioned just how rough work had been. She knew how hard that had to be, how much it hurt to lose people, even if there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it. She was glad she had picked today to come back to Atlanta, Tom would definitely need a distraction after the rough night he’d had. “No rush,” she called out after him, her skin tingling just a little at the peck on the cheek.
Being with him was surprisingly easy. He was sweet and gentle, and it made her want to stick around. Just being around him made her happy. She hummed softly as she focused on cooking, dipping the maple-bourbon cream cheese stuffed bread slices into the batter and laying it into the skillet to fry. She cooked happily as she waited for Tom to get ready, easily piling up a plate of food, the scent twining with that of the already cooked bacon staying warm in the oven.
He stood under the nearly scalding water, letting the warmth permeate his being. As he got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist walked to the mirror, staring at the tired eyes looking back at him. He peeled his gaze away and walked to his bedroom, pulling a pair of sleep pants on before sitting on the edge of his bed. Head in hands, he let his eyes close as he let the faces of those he lost flash through his mind. He learned their names, so he could pay them homage. Someone needed to remember them. He grabbed his notepad from his side table and scribbled the names down. He couldn’t forget; or else they might be forgotten forever.
He slid the notepad back into the drawer and rejoined Jo in the kitchen, his nose leading the way. “Mmm, smells delicious,” Tom practically sang as his stomach growled loudly, his feet bouncing him with each step.
While Stefan as a Ripper has a list of all his victims to relive each kill, Tom has a list of all those he’d lost in the field. Tom keeps his list so he can continue remembering those lives lost, ‘cause someone needs to remember them.
I legitimately cannot believe I’ve hit my 700 milestone in the two years-ish that I’ve had this blog. Originally, I made this blog as a way to escape the stress of my oncoming final year of university–and now I’m over a year post-grad and have my own free lance work! Thank you all for sticking with me through the ups and downs, in betweens, illness days, pain days, good days and everything else that happens in my soap opera of a life. Thank you for providing a bubble that I can escape too, allowing me to live in my favorite fictional worlds for a bit when it all becomes too much. You’re all adorable!
Disclaimer: None of these are in any particular order, I just type them as they come to mind. Several of you have several blogs, so I may have only included one. I’ve probably forgotten SO many people, and if I have, I’m sorry! Just know that I love you all!
Tom let out a heavy sigh as he drove. “Because, honey. Daddy thinks when the chair squished your arm, something might have gotten broken,” he paused, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “It may not look broken on the outside, but that doesn’t mean something isn’t broken on the inside. I know it hurts, honey. I know,” his words tapered off to a whisper as he pulled into the valet roundabout at the Children’s Hospital Emergency Room. He tossed the keys to the teenager working and scooped his daughter up, walking briskly inside. “Now, they’re going to give you a special bracelet with your name on it, okay? Go ahead and give them your arm that doesn’t hurt, ‘kay?” Tom’s stomach was filled with butterflies – not the good ones. He’d been through much more dire situations at work, but this was his first experience with his daughter as the patient.
Cisco backup