Things were going great for Cisco since Eobard was essentially erased from time. However, after the events of the past couple days, Cisco was discovering that he truly didn’t know himself or the city that he called home. These new powers that he possessed really scared him. He had hurt Violet, and that was something he never did – hurt family. He had always been there for his family, whether they supported him in his endeavors or not. There was this crippling fear inside of him that he might hurt someone else even worse than Violet. How was he to get over this fear? Not even he knew. But hopefully soon he would.
This city that had been home to him for so many years was slowly becoming more and more dangerous. With every turn, you had to watch your back. He hated that he couldn’t simply walk around town without worrying about getting mugged. It was really beginning to suck.
Desires were a weird thing for Cisco. He desired to sit around and watch movies all day. To have a Star Wars marathon? Now that was the dream. Order a pizza and have a 6 pack of beer in the fridge on a Saturday night? Yes, please! But there was this girl that was in the picture. He wasn’t really sure what their relationship was, but he had cooked for her twice now, and he thought that meant it was something special. Maybe he was wrong, but he was going to keep chasing this girl until he found out.
Sara tousled her hair trying to give the illusion that it was more than just a stringy heap of hay on her head. This was probably the nicest thing someone had done for her. There hadn’t been may many moments she could draw on when it came to this. Dating in the league consists of going on opts and making sure your parents wasn’t maimed too badly. Even before that, Sara didn’t date. She just slept around with her sister’s boyfriend just because she could, how sick? Knocking softly, she pushed her hands into her pockets, her mind drifting to the wildly insatiable dork she couldn’t help but smile around.
At the knock on the door, Cisco leaped up from the floor and basically ran to the door, he was so excited. He dimmed the lights on his way, and straightened his shirt. He opened the door and smiled at the girl. “Hey. Wow… you look beautiful.” Cisco was at a loss for words. He stepped to the side, “Please, come in. Make yourself at home. The food is in the oven, we can eat whenever.”
“Why does everyone assume I’m brooding?” Barry looked up with a smile, lifting an eyebrow at him. “How are you feeling?”
“I guess you just look broody when you’re concentrated on your work.” Cisco smiled, setting his cup on the counter. “Headache is a lot better. Still there, but a whole hell of a lot better. And when I do this-” He stopped, wiggling his fingers out in in the air. “- Nothing happens! It’s great! How’d you sleep?”
“The quiver in your stance and the wavering look in your eyes tell me otherwise. You want to die a painful death, don’t you?” She circled the boy, letting the barrel of her gun along his shoulders. “I’m feeling generous tonight,” her voice thick with amusement. “Tell me where he is and I’ll let you choose how you die.”
He winced as the cold barrel of the gun traced his shoulder line. “I don’t know, alright? Last time I talked to Oliver, he sped off. I don’t know where he is now.” Cisco said, trying to convince the intimidating woman that he truly didn’t know. Choose how he died? Cisco didn’t want to die! He started thinking of ways to at least take down this woman so he could run. He had nothing.
“My first audition was in New York for The Flash,” he recalls.“In less than two weeks, I was in Los Angeles auditioning for the studio and the network.”
Barry wasn’t looking at Cisco when he opened his eyes, and the speedster’s expression was easy to read. It was his fault that Cisco had to relive that, and have nightmares. He hated that he couldn’t help him, and it was plain to see that he beat himself up about it. Returning his gaze to his friend, he smiled. “Absolutely. I was about to offer for you to stay here or me to stay with you either way. Joe’s not around too much so it shouldn’t be an issue. I’m going to get my own place soon anyways though. Just to be safe.”
Cisco watched as Barry’s face went from a pained expression to a smile. “What’s got you so down, man? Is it me bringing up these nightmares? ‘Cause that’s not your fault.” Cisco said, laying a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “In that alternate timeline, I tried to figure out what went wrong when we captured the reverse flash and he got out. I was the one to lead myself into that situation. I got myself killed. You going back in time saved me. Thank you, Barry. You brought me back to life.” Cisco gave his friend a reassuring smile. He knew it might not help, but he was hoping it would. After all, with Thawne, nobody would have even known he was killed. Thawne would have made up some crap story about leaving town, probably. “Thanks man. I can make breakfast in the morning if this headache stops. I’m a pretty decent cook.”
Cisco backup 