Helena laughed and nodded. “Then I suppose we can be a thing.”
“Yay.” He smiled, kissing the woman quickly on the cheek. “Do you want anything to drink or anything to eat? I can whip up something pretty fast if you’re hungry.” Cisco said, changing the subject quickly.
“Is that a fact? Well then maybe there is a good Lisa out there somewhere. Who knows, maybe she’s even dating you.” she teased gently. “Maybe you’re the bad one. Or is that impossible?” she asked, taking a sip.
“Alternate timelines are, in fact, real.” He smiled, watching the woman’s movements. “Me, bad? Not entirely impossible.” He shrugged. “But in all honesty, nothing is impossible. I’ve learned that in the past year or two.” All he could think about was a somewhat-evil version of himself in an alternate timeline, where he never met Barry or Caitlin or Violet. With the power he had, he was afraid what that Cisco might be like.
Selina paused, tilting her head with a raise of the eyebrow. That actually was the first time she had gotten that offer. Most people were either snarky (like she was most of the time) or didn’t care. “By whom?”
“Friends, family, coworkers. The people I consider to be closest to me.” He said with a soft smile. “If you don’t want my help, you don’t have to take it. It was only an offer. I won’t be offended.”
Cisco opened his eyes and the sky was beginning to lighten. His clothes were damp, and his head hurt. He sat up, glancing around at his surroundings. He saw that he was in an alleyway, surrounded by rubble. He rubbed the back of his head and felt a small bump where he must have hit his head. He slowly began to remember what exactly happened. “The Top? Who the hell is The Top?” He asked himself out loud, not really caring who might have heard.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was up here.” He said, turning to leave. He noticed there was something off about the woman. There was something wrong. “If you’d like to talk, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”
It was just his luck. Tim hadn’t even been in Central City a full week and he’d already managed to get shot. While in pain, the bullet had hardly broken the skin at all, but it was impeding his motion. He quickly crawled into the nearest building he could find before stripping off his armor and tearing open the underarmor, quickly applying a homemade salve to the wound, all the while keeping on his mask as he looked around.
Out on patrol, Cisco head a gunshot and ran towards it, hoping to catch some sort of criminal. Instead, he saw a wounded man in some sort of suit just before he entered a building. Cisco followed him, and with a shadow still concealing his face, he entered the building. “You need some help? You’re going to bleed out if you don’t get medical help.” He said in a low voice.
“Who’s there?” Steph had just gotten off work and was exhausted, but she could still hear the sound of someone walking behind her at 2 in the morning on a Monday. It was nerve-wracking, and she at least wanted a face for the other person out this late.
Cisco was out on patrol for the second time on his own, despite what happened last time. Hood over his head and shadows concealing his face, he began to tail a familiar face. “You know, you really shouldn’t walk by yourself this late at night.” He said in a low voice.
“Now, I am not a parent, but in many ways you have shown me what it is like to have a son.” ~Dr. Wells to Cisco
Familytime was never a favored activity for Cisco, even from a young age. He was always living in someone else’s shadow, and He hated that. He was his own person, and he always wanted people to look past his brother, Dante, and to see Him. His family was shocked when he grautated from college at the top of his class, but believed that Mechanical Engineering would get him nowhere in life. Were they right? Cisco would continue to ask himself this for years to come.
As Cisco sat in the pipeline, he felt at ease. There was a soft hum of power that brought him comfort in all that was going on. Nobody really knew that he continually came back to sit in the pipeline, and he was completely fine with that. He debated telling Violet – Violet. He smiled at the thought of her name. She was the sole family member he could stand to be around and have decent conversation with. She was also the sole family member that he felt his love wasn’t forced for, which was a nice change – but he couldn’t tell anyone. This was his place, his haven. He didn’t want anyone else to claim it for their own. Cisco rubbed his eyes – his thoughts were straying again, lack of sleep was really getting to him.
Harrison Wells. Eobard Thawne. Whatever the man was calling himself now. He had to stop him. Cisco let himself get close to the man and then had it ripped from underneath him. His heart was ripped to shreds, quite literally, actually, and he wasn’t going to let that happen again, figuratively or otherwise. He had let the man call him his son, and after all he had done, that was not okay.
Cisco felt power surge through his fingertips as his anger rose, and he got to his feet and began running. Running through the pipeline, running from his problems, his powers, his family, his former mentor. As he ran, he felt the ground shake a little with each footstep. He knew that was him. That was his power, and nobody was going to that that away.
Barry: Would you two stop fighting?
Caitlin: We are not fighting. We are having a creative discussion.
Cisco: We are too fighting!
Caitlin: Creative discussion.
Cisco: Fight!
Caitlin: Discussion!
Cisco: Fight!
Barry: I can’t believe you’re actually having a fight about if you’re having a fight!
Cisco backup 