Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

Chapter 23

I rubbed his shoulder and explained comfortingly, "It's just a dream, man. A seriously fucked up dream, but he can't hurt you."

"You better be right about that," Cisco continued, "Eobard Thawne."

Joe immediately questioned, "Thawne? Like Eddie Thawne?"

Cisco kept going, "You killed Nora Allen."

"Nora?" Barry fumbled, "What about my mom?"

Cisco stated urgently, "He's confessing. He...he didn't want to kill her," Barry's face turned to stone, "It was you, Barry. He was trying to kill you."

Then, the screen reading Cisco's vitals started beeping loudly, "Guy's he's losing higher brain function," Caitlin said urgently.

"Cisco," I said rapidly, "You're going to be ok, it's just a dream."

His breath was shaking, "His hand...it's vibrating. He's going to kill me. Finn run!"

Caitlin panicked, "Oh god, he's going to have a stroke."

I yelled, "Get him out of there!"

"Help me," Cisco begged, "Help me, please! Help me!" Then he jolted awake, and Cisco ripped off of the glasses. He panted catching his breath, "It felt so real."

My heart was pounding, "Where did Wells take me?" I ask quietly.

Cisco shook his head, "He said he needed you to help him get home, and when he was ready you're going with him."

I took deep breaths, "Where is that?" I asked terrified of the answer.

"The future," Cisco said quietly.

Joe looked at Barry who was white as a sheet, and he asked caringly, "Barry?"

"My mom," Barry stated solemnly, "This was my fault," then Barry's phone vibrated indicating he had a call.

Quickly, Barry paced to the other side of the room to answer his call, and I followed him. "Dr. Wells," He greeted the caller, "Yeah. It's...sorry, yeah. It's a bad connection right now."

I placed my ear near Barry's phone to listen to the call, "Where have you been?" Dr. Wells snapped.

Barry panicked, "Uh, we're...," I made a silent motion of sneezing and coughing for Barry to lie, "Why? What's going on?"

"A fire," Wells explained angrily, "A huge fire just erupted."

Barry quickly put his phone on speaker, and he asked urgently, "A fire? Where?"

"New Brighton," Wells explained, "Bradford Tower high-rise."

Joe inserted, "I know that building. That's where Captain Singh's fiancé works."

Barry said quickly, "On my way," and then he ran out of the lab.

We were at home lying in bed trying to destress from today's events, and I rubbed my thumb across Barry's cheek. "Everything's going to be ok," I lied.

"It's so strange," Barry sighed, "I mean, I look at him now, and I know that he killed my mom and he sent my dad to jail," He rolled onto his back, and pulled me against him to cuddle, "But, I mean, sometimes he's just so kind. In the moment, I actually like him," I placed my hand into Barry's, and he asked me, "But you never did?"

I whispered, "No, he always seemed off to me."

Barry huffed, "Well, at least now we know how to trap him. In Cisco's dream, he confessed to everything. If we can just recreate those conditions, he'll do it again."

"Bar," I pleaded, "I don't want to do it again. I don't want to be in the bunker when you try to get him, and have the plan fail miserably thus leading me to be kidnapped again."

He sighed, "If we're going to get him to confess again, it has to be with someone that he truly trusts, someone that he'll genuinely let his guard down with. He's completely in love with you."

"He thinks of Cisco as his son," I suggested.

Barry cupped the side of my face, "Please, we need you to do this."

I was stern, "Barry no." I felt a massive weight pushing down on my shoulders, and I stated, "All of this is my fault."
"What?" He asked confused.

I crumbled under guilt, "I didn't stop hounding Cisco about the data from Christmas, I kept pushing on him that something wasn't right, I felt creeped out by Wells or whoever he really is, and I kept digging our grave deeper and deeper with trying to figure out what the hell happened."

"Finn," Barry sighed, "Look, every bad thing that has happened to us...it was him. And now he's going to pay for it."

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