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

Barry hovered over Stein as he recovered from his atomic-seizure, and he bleakly stated, "He's getting worse."

I immediately started looking at his vitals on my tablet, and to be brutally honest, they didn't look very promising. "Look," I sighed glancing over to Cisco, "We did what we could to enhance Eobard's original stabilizer to quell the reaction, but he never told me what he used as a power source.The best we could find was the one from his wheelchair."

Cisco got up from the chair next to the bed, and Caitlin followed behind him to look at the device in the chair. "How long with that last?" She asked.

Barry and I hovered over Stein for a second longer, but then decided to join the group. "Well that's the problem," Cisco explained, "I used up most of its energy trying to dampen the meta's powers during our little rogue air trip with Weather Wizard and company."

I joined Cisco next to the tachyon device, and I stated, "I think that we've got a few days tops."

"And he's stuck in bed?" Barry question, raising his eyebrow.

I huffed, "Yep, and when he wakes up, Cisco and I are going to reroute the stabilizer to this," I tapped on the tachyon device, "He'll have a power-cane so he can keep moving."

Barry sighed, "We've got to figure out a way to save him."

Caitlin thought to herself for a second, but then interjected, "I think I may know how to do that." She pulled up Stein's vitals on the TV screens all around the Cortex and began explaining, "When the particle accelerator exploded, the dark matter that collided with Professor Stein fused with the Firestorm matrix, and altered the normal molecular processes that occurs within his body.Those highly reactive molecules needed something to bond with in order to stabilize."

"And that's where Ronnie came in," Cisco stated while watching the animation on the screen.

"Yes," Caitlin continued, "and since Ronnie is no longer a part of Professor Stein—"

Barry cut her off, "Those molecules don't have anything to bond to."

I continued from where Caitlin left off since I understood her train of thought, "And the longer the molecules go without merging, the more unstable he becomes."

The animation on the screen exploded, and Cisco commented, "Yeesh. Alright, so what do we do?"

Caitlin explained, "Find another participant."

"Ok, cool. So how do we do that? Are we just going to make a Tinder app for potential meta-humans," Cisco replied sarcastically. I grinned. "I'm pretty sure merging with Stein and randomly bursting into flames sounds like the biggest swipe-left of all time."

I sighed and explained to Caitlin, "Even if we could find someone willing, Stein just can't merge with whoever he wants."

"No, he can't," Caitlin explained, "But I have done some research, and I have found two potential candidates that might be compatible with him." She hurried over to her computer to pull up the files. "They both were affected by the dark matter and they were both admitted to the hospital showing symptoms of gene rearrangement mutation and they both share the same blood type as Professor Stein and Ronnie."

Barry sighed, "Alright. This more than organ donation. We'll need more than tissue typing to see if their bodies are compatible."

"If I can isolate the genetic locus of the two candidates and cross reference it with the mutations in Professor Stein...," She was losing hope in herself, "I might be able to find a match and save his life."

I glanced over at Stein, who was barely alive, and I questioned, "What do you need to do that?"

Caitlin replied bashfully, "Blood samples."

I smiled, looking up at Barry, and asked, "You got that, Bar?" He disappeared in a ball of lightning.

In seconds, Barry was back with two vials of blood, and he handed them to Cisco and Caitlin. "Alright, I have a blood sample from each potential candidate."

I laughed, "That was fast even for you."

"I may have skipped the asking for permission part," Barry grinned shyly.

Caitlin took both vials, and stated, "Let's see if we can't find a match."

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I locked the doors to my office, because all I needed was a nice emotional breakdown to help my day go by.

Everyone just kept talking about . . . him. It was so casual, like Eobard was never even here, and no one seemed to care that he was gone.

How can they not be upset that he's gone? Eobard did so much for everyone.

Beckoning at me in the corner of my office next to the window was the black wheelchair he sat in for a year, and draped on it was one of his sweaters that I nabbed from his storage unit.

My body slid down the door as I felt the pain from the bullet ravage through me coupled with intense depression; when my butt hit the floor, I lost all control of myself. I brought my knees up to my chest, rested my head against the door, and let all the pain exit by body through tears.

"Why?" I whispered to myself. "Why did it have to be you?"

Dead-weights littered my body, and I felt myself begin to melt into the floor.

Why did all of this hurt me so badly? Why was I not over it like the others were yet? Why did I burst out into tears at the mere mention of his name? Why do I see him wherever I go? Why am I so weak?

I used my abilities to drag Eobard's black sweater over to where I was, and I hugged the wool tightly to my chest. His musky cologne was still on the sweater, and it almost felt like he was actually here with me.

But, every time I opened my eyes he was gone.

Burying my face into the soft sweater, I sobbed quietly.

I give up everything just to see him one more time.

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Hey guys. Sorry for not updating in a month, but school is ending which means shit's getting cray.

Also my computer (Big Teresa) is dying, so I wouldn't get your hopes up too much for rapid updating sprees until I get my new one once school is out.

#prayforbigteresa

ALSO, FUN FACT: Donald Trump held a rally in my town today and my school gave everyone who went excused absences, which ended up being like 1/2 the school. I was damn near about to go and protest the white devil.