“…Cisco, we already talked about this. I lost my virginity to your sister, of course I slept with her. What’s going on?” Barry met his eyes, completely confused by the man’s anger. “I didn’t realize you would be so upset about me sleeping with her…I thought we’d talked about this….”
“Do you use protection? Is she on the pill?” Cisco demanded once again, fumbling for the box in his pocket. “Cause I found this.” He said, holding the wrapped box in his hand. “It’s positive.”
“Seriously, that’s impressive Cisco. Are your dreams and nightmares getting beffer though?”
“Eh, they come and go. Depends on what happened throughout the day. I usually wake up 2 or 3 times throughout the night, thinking I just died. Sweaty, heart racing, afraid of whatever is lurking in the shadows. I can’t say that I am used to it or ever will get used to it.”
Griffin felt the vibrations and paused, staring at the other guy before asking. “Did you do that? Or feel that? Don’t tell me you’re a meta-human too.”
Cisco looked at the ground. “Woah. What was that? Was that an earthquake?” He tried playing it off, hoping the man would buy it. In his head, he was thinking about sending the man flying back into the brick wall , hoping the concussion alone would make Griffin forget all about this little encounter. He shook his head, trying to shake that memory. There was a dark part to Cisco, and he was going to supress it for as long as possible. “I find the metahumans. I couldn’t even imagine if I was a metahuman. What sort of powers would I have, infinite pop culture knowledge?” He said, rolling his eyes.
Lisa peered into Cisco’s room and caught him leaning heavily on the wall. That little shit was trying to pull a fast one on her and that set her right off.
“Ok, that’s it!” She warned and grabbed him. Pulling him over to the bed she pushed him onto the mattress, carefully cradling his head as they fell together.
“Cisco, stop being a little shit.” She growled, slinging her leg over him to keep him still. “I don’t know why you’re putting on this act, you’re not ok. Are you forgetting I’ve seen you in worse pain? Granted I lead you there but still. I’ve seen Mick kick the shit out of you, I’ve seen what you look like when you and your family are in trouble. You don’t have to hide from me.”
With a sigh she moved her hand from the back of his head to stroke his face kindly. “I’m here and taking care of you. Let me while I’m still in a good mood. If you don’t, I’m going to tie you down and not feed you. Now be a good boy and tell me what you want on your pizza. It’s even my treat. So are you going to place nice or am I going to have to get some bindings?”
Cisco had one eye open as Lisa dragged him to the bed. He kept his eyes closed at the vertigo subsided. “Holy shit, Lisa. You’re strong!” He flirted, looking up at the woman who was basically sitting on him. He pushed away the dirty flirts he could’ve said about getting in bed together and just smiled at the woman. “It wasn’t an act, Lisa. I felt fine until just a few seconds ago. The room just started to spin, and then I was on the floor.”
His heart fluttered as she stroked his face and he brought his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’ll play nice if you play nice.” He said with a wicked grin, his hand still lingering on her cheek. “I’ll have whatever, as long as there’s no pineapple or anchovies.” Before he could change his mind, he quickly closed the gap between them, kissing her softly before falling back on the bed.
Barry jumped when he heard the banging, immediately darting to the door and opening it. “Hey! Cisco, what’s wrong?” He had no idea what was going on, the speedster looking at his friend with panic and concern.
“Everything is wrong, Barry. You slept with my sister, didn’t you?” He demanded, crossing his arms and staring down his friend. “You have quite a lot of explaining to do.”
“I’m not worried about you harping on me. I’m worried about you being in my vicinity at the wrong time when trouble comes and your sister being heartbroken that I got you hurt or killed.”
“I’m pretty sure if anything were to happen, it would be me saving your ass, not the other way around.” Cisco said, stopping where he stood.
This guy was really beginning to get on his nerves, and he dug his heels into the ground, sending mini-shockwaves toward Griffin. He realized after the fact that it probably wasn’t the best idea. “I’ll uh- I’ll just be on my way then. Things to do, stuff to invent.”
Barry jumped, looking down at his feet then up at his friend. “That’s amazing!”
“I knowww! I’ve discovered a few more things, but I really shouldn’t show you here. I can show you back at the lab later.” He grinned, scratching his chin as he looked around.
Cisco sped all the way to Barry’s house, knowing he wasn’t at the lab, so he had to be at home. He turned off his car, stormed up to the front door and began banging on the door. It took every ounce of his being to not splinter the door or send massive shockwaves to level the block. “BARRY ALLEN YOU ANSWER THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW.”
{Tiny little self-para}
Cisco had somehow managed to get into Oliver’s place. How he managed that he wasn’t completely sure. He tiptoed to Violet’s room and made a beeline for her bed, planning to lay under the blankets until she got home and scare the shit out of her. The lights were out and on his way to the bed, he tripped over a small garbage can and he had to make every effort to not yell profanities as he held his throbbing toe. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a small box lying on the ground – it must have been in the garbage can. He opened the box to find a positive pregnancy test. “What the actual hell.” He too the now empty garbage bag and wrapped the test up and shoved it in his pocket, scrambling to his feet and practically running out of there to find Barry.
Cisco had taken his phone. His reflexes were so bad, he hadn’t even been able to move to stop the kid. Cisco had moved before Len had even seen him. That was bad. Really bad. At least he could rest and not have to worry about the others. At least not right now.
He glanced through the glass window at the cot, battling the urge to rest with the need to find Lisa…and he realized that Cisco was right. He could hardly stand. He was less than useless right now.
“Ok,” Len said finally. He took a step forward, and the room swayed alarmingly. Whoops. “Hey, d’you have any ibuprofen or something? If you have time. Get the testing done first.”
Len stumbled his way into the med bay. He took his parka off and left it in a somewhat crumpled heap on the desk. The cold gun he took with him. Getting settled was a process. His ribs ached, his head hurt. Despite all that, Len also felt oddly disconnected to reality. Carefully he eased himself onto his back and blinked up at the ceiling of the med bay, while he clutched the cold gun a little closer to him.
He was going to take a nap in the lair of the enemy. This was a terrible idea, but he knew there was no where else to go. If only he wasn’t so tired. He would just rest for a few minutes, and get back to work. Lisa needed him and…
Cisco smiled at his little victory of snatching the man’s phone away without a fit being thrown. He leaned against his desk and watched as the man stumbled to the med bay. He moved to help, but the heard an almost inaudible ‘ding’ come from the computer. He turned and saw the results were well on their way to finishing, and his intricate search results were done as well. The results could wait. He reached for a bottle of ibuprofen – he’d kept it close since learning about his powers – and he walked over to Len.
He poured a few tablets into his palm. “How many do you take?” Cisco looked down at the man, holding his cold gun tight to his chest. The only way he could describe it was cuddling. Len was essentially cuddling his cold gun. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture for later. Nobody really had to know, right?
Now, Cisco was determined to find Lisa. He saw in his favorite spinny chair in the cortex and began to push himself across the floor. He would’ve went to the pipeline, but he didn’t know how long Len would be out, and he didn’t want to leave the man alone after what he’d been through. The pipeline was where he thought best, but this was a close second. He pushed himself across the floor with his eyes squeezed shut. He imagined a mental map of an alleyway and went through any and all possible situations when he stopped dead in his tracks. He remembered where he’d seen those painted pieces. Larisa Mikhailov.
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