Cisco ran to the door, phone still in hand. He knew running wouldn't do any good against a speedster, but it was better than standing there like a cow in a slaughterhouse.

"Cisco? What's wrong? Cisco?!" Barry's voice came faintly from the speaker.

The door slammed shut in front of him. The man in yellow stood there, vibrating to obscure his face. Cisco scrambled backwards, tripping over his own shoes in his haste to get away. He hit the floor and dropped his phone.

"Where is it?" The man in yellow rumbled. His deep, vibrating voice seemed to come from everywhere, amplified by the hallway.

Cisco sat there with his mouth open, too terrified to speak. His heart was beating so hard, he felt like he couldn't breath. The Reverse Flash grabbed him by his shirt and thrust him against the wall.

"Where is the collar?" He growled again, squeezing Cisco's neck. Now Cisco literally couldn't breath. He struggled to free himself, clawing at the hands that held him.

Cisco was hit by another "I'm gonna die" train of thought, filled with regrets and unfulfilled wishes. He stared into the Reverse Flash's face, which was only inches away from his own. There was something familiar about him, but Cisco couldn't quite place it. His vision was starting to go fuzzy.

The front door slammed open. A blur of yellow lightning collided with the Reverse Flash. Cisco dropped to the floor, gasping for air.

The two speedsters crashed into the walls. Cisco only caught glimpses of the fight within the blur of motion and crackling lightning; Barry's face so full of anger as be punched his nemesis, the reverse smiling as he literally kicked the Flash across the room.

Within a couple minutes, the fight was over. Cisco could only imagine how long it had felt to them, with each second equivalent to an eternity in the speedforce.

Barry had the man in yellow pinned beneath him, the counter-collar firmly secured around his neck. The Reverse Flash knocked himself free, hitting Barry in the head with one free hand. The "thwack" was so loud, Cisco wasn't sure how Barry wasn't out cold.

Barry zipped away and, several miliseconds later, the Reverse Flash was bound with duct tape. Panting, Barry looked at Cisco, who was still in shock from the previous events.

Cisco slowly stood up and walked over to Barry. The man in yellow watched them, eyes burning with hatred.

"Ready?" Barry asked, glancing at Cisco. He didn't wait for a response. Barry reached down and pulled back the yellow mask.

"Jenkies." Cisco whispered, eyes wide.

Harrison Wells stared back at them, his face devoid of emotion. Cisco backed away.

Wells was the Reverse Flash? The man who had killed Barry's mother? The man who Cisco almost considered to be his father?

His head was reeling. Nothing made sense, but at the same time, everything did. Cisco just couldn't believe it.

Cisco looked over at Barry. Barry was angry, hurt. He seemed to be having a similar chain of thought to Cisco's.

Cisco pulled Barry up.

"Come on, let's get him locked up."

They brought the Reverse Flash to STAR Labs, using Cisco's car as a prison transport. They drove in silence, both lost in thoughts regarding the man in yellow's true identity.

Once at the lab, they locked Wells in the particle accelerator's cells. Cisco shut the vault door, no longer wanting Wells' cold, blue eyes to watch them.

Barry sat down on the ramp outside of the accelerator's door. He rubbed his eyes and rested his arms on his knees. Cisco locked the door and sat down next to Barry.

"Are you okay?" Cisco asked quietly.

"No." Barry sighed. "I just... I can't believe it's him."

"Yeah, me too." Cisco put his arm around Barry and pulled him closer, rubbing his thumb over Barry's shoulder soothingly. "But hey, we got him. Now you can get your dad free, and we're finally safe from him, and everything will be okay."

"Yeah..." Barry leaned into Cisco. They sat in silence for several minutes, simply letting each other's presence be a comfort.

It hit Cisco again, the fact that he had come within inches of death, and still, he hadn't told Barry how he felt. It wouldn't work out, he knew, but then... what if it did?

"Thanks for saving me again." Cisco said. "You're like my knight in shining red armor."

"Does that make you my beautiful damsel in distress?" Barry smiled.

"Shut up, dude, I was trying to be nice." Cisco laughed and playfully pushed Barry off of himself. Cisco stood up. "We should probably tell Caitlin and Joe about this, huh?"

"Yeah..." Cisco offered his hand to Barry, who took it and hoisted himself up. They began walking out of the room.

"Y'know," Cisco started, "I almost died tonight. Like Indiana-Jones-just-barely-escaping-a-giant-ass-boulder almost died." Cisco stopped walking, causing Barry to pause as well. "It just made me realize that there's a lot of things I regret. And there's a lot of things I haven't done yet, because I was too scared to do them. And if I don't do this now, I'm going to regret it forever."

"Do what?" Barry asked, tilting his head.

Cisco's heart was pounding. He could barely believe he was about to do what he was about to do.

He took a step towards Barry. Cisco looked into his eyes. Cisco placed his hands on Barry's shoulders and reached up on tiptoes to make up for the height difference. Their lips were centimeters from each other, but Cisco hesitated, doubt and uncertainty polluting his thoughts.

Surprisingly, Barry closed the distance. He wrapped his arms around Cisco's waist, pulling their bodies closer.

Barry's lips were soft, moving against his, gently pressing and sucking. Cisco cupped Barry's face with one hand, running his thumb along the cheekbone as their one long kiss broke into many small ones.

Barry trailed kisses along Cisco's jaw as Cisco ran his fingers through Barry's hair. Barry stopped at Cisco's ear.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He whispered, hot breath tickling Cisco's ear.

Cisco smiled. He pressed another kiss on Barry's lips then pulled back to look at his face, taking in every feature.

"Me too."

They pulled apart and started walking again, hands clasped together. Though the night hadn't exactly been great, Cisco felt the ending was perfect.