Welcome to my first official story. I'd like to thank Brightburn1985 and thomasmarieamell for their support and contributions in helping me develop this story. Just to make clear, this is going to be a rewrite of the series with my own Snowbarry take on it.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash

Earth-1

The lights in STAR Labs were going haywire. A loud alarm was sounding and everyone was scrambling to find out what the problem was. Dr. Wells had instructed Cisco and Ronnie to head to the accelerator and attempt to shut it off.

Caitlin was heading down there as well to check on Ronnie, her fiance. There was a sinking feeling in her gut, telling her that something was going to go wrong and she needed to be down there.

When she got there, she saw Cisco staring at the hatch as it closed. Ronnie was nowhere in sight.

"Where is he?" she asked.

Cisco turned around to face her with grief and shame written all over his face. "Where's Ronnie, Cisco?" she asked once again.

"Cisco, can you hear me?" Ronnie's voice sounded from the walkie-talkie in Cisco's hand. But where was he?

"Yeah, I can hear you," Cisco responded.

"I've altered the panels in the accelerator, so the explosion will run upward and not outward," Ronnie said.

"I'll need to recalibrate a few things on my end for that to work. Hold on," Cisco said, handing Caitlin the walkie-talkie before heading over to a control panel.

"Ronnie?" Caitlin asks tentatively. She can't accept that the man she is going to marry is on the other side of that door.

"Caitlin, guess we're never going to get to those mai tais we talked about," Ronnie tried to lighten the mood.

"Don't talk like that. Once Cisco's finished he'll get the door open and we can get all the pizzas you want,"

"No, the doors need to remain closed to keep you, and everyone else in the building safe," Ronnie shot down her suggestion.

The building shook once again. The lights shut down for a full minute before they came back on. A strange sound was in the background that was slowly getting louder.

Cisco came back after he was finished. "Okay, I'm done. The explosion should be redirected upward instead of into the labs. Now let's get you out of there,"

"No Cisco. I've already told Caitlin, you need to keep the doors closed. There's not enough time. You need to keep everyone safe," Ronnie said.

The impending sound of what Caitlin was sure was his doom, was getting louder until they no longer needed the walkie-talkie to hear it anymore.

"Caitlin, whatever happens…" Ronnie began to say.

"Ronnie…" Caitlin tries to speak.

"... I love you."

That was the last thing she heard before the explosion rocked the entire building and probably the whole city. Static filled the walkie-talkie indicating the connection was cut. But still, Caitlin didn't want to believe in what she already knew. "Ronnie!"

9 Months Later

The Particle Accelerator Explosion was 9 months ago, and for the majority of that time, Caitlin was keeping herself busy with her new patient, Bartholomew Henry Allen. Barry to his close friends.

She tried to remain impartial in her work, but sometimes she couldn't help it. At first, whenever she looked at Barry, she just saw another victim to their mistake. She saw him as a way to atone for her failures.

Overtime however, she began to resent him. Hundreds of people had died that night. Yet how was it fair that Barry Allen had managed to survive? The man was struck by lightning and then bathed in what was essentially acid after crashing into his chemical shelf. Then was left there for several hours before anyone had realized something was wrong and brought him to a hospital.

Even if the lightning didn't kill him immediately, the sheer amount of chemicals on him should have finished the job.

Yet somehow he was still alive and breathing. How was it fair that this random man had survived but the love of her life did not?

Okay, that wasn't particularly fair. Based on the amount of people coming in to visit him on a weekly basis, Caitlin was sure Barry meant something to a lot of people. She thought she saw Oliver Queen sneaking in the facility once or twice, but that could have just been her imagination.

But still, that didn't mean Barry Allen meant anything to her. In fact, the only thing Caitlin could associate with Barry Allen was that he represented every lost memory she would have had with Ronnie.

As the days passed, her pain and hurt turned into bitterness and anger at Barry. She knew on a subconscious level that her anger was misplaced and that she was blaming a man in a coma for the loss of her fiance, but at the moment, she just wanted someone to blame and Barry was the easiest target.

She didn't let her feelings towards Barry affect how she treated him as a patient. If Barry were to die, she was sure her guilt would grow exponentially for letting someone else die on her watch, but that didn't mean she had to even remotely like him.

It was just another day in the cortex. Caitlin was looking over Barry's vitals. It didn't make any sense. Based on these readings, Barry should be fine. In fact, his readings showed that he was more than fine. And a strange part was that his body didn't seem like one that had been laying on a bed for nine months straight. Instead, it looked like Barry was getting stronger the more he stayed still. All Caitlin knows is that he didn't come in here with a six pack.

Cisco was at the computers, being slightly annoying. He was blaring Poker Face by Lady Gaga on the sound system and he knew she didn't particularly like this song.

"Why are you playing that music?" Caitlin asked. Her temper was getting shorter and shorter these days. But anger was one of the ways one showed grief. She hoped Cisco knew that. He really was her best friend.

"He likes this song," Cisco gestures to the still form of Bartholomew Allen.

"How do you know that?" Caitlin asks. Not like she wants to know anything more about Barry Allen. She certainly didn't like him already, even if he hadn't done anything to incur her wrath. In fact, he literally hadn't done anything at all since she met him.

"I checked his Facebook page. I mean he can hear everything right?" Cisco pointed out.

Caitlin didn't want to bring pleasure in any form to Barry Allen, but then again, he may not be able to hear anything either. She hoped it was the latter. If not, then she has a lot of explaining to do when he finally wakes up.

"Not always, but auditory functions are the last to degenerate," Caitlin states.

It was at that moment that the still form of Barry Allen shot up from its resting position with his eyes wide open, taking in deep breaths as if he had just been shocked back to life.

"Oh my god, he's awake," Cisco exclaimed.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Barry questions them, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings.

"Dr. Wells, get to the Cortex, he's awake." Caitlin says curtly into the microphone. It was bad enough dealing with him when he wasn't moving and unresponsive, now she's got to deal with all his questions and fidgeting.

Caitlin first tried to set Barry back down on the bed and take his temperature and check his eye's response to light, taking mental notes the entire time. Just as expected, everything was fine. Which was not supposed to happen. Based on his vitals, it was like he was asleep, but he shouldn't be this healthy already after just coming out of a coma. It was impossible.

"Who are you?" Barry tried to ask another question, hoping for some kind of answer to his predicament.

"My name is Cisco, this is Caitlin-Dr. Snow," Cisco informs him.

After Caitlin was done with her current tests, she pulled out a cup. "I need you to urinate in this,"

"Not this second," Cisco pushes the cup away.

"What is going on?" Barry asks, utterly confused.

"Come here," Cisco pulls him away from Caitlin's test, which was fine, she needed to get some things from her cart anyway.

"You were struck by lightning, dude," Cisco reveals to him.

"What?" Barry turns around to look at a monitor, which incidentally focused on his midsection. "Lightning gave me abs?"

"Your muscles should be atrophied, but instead they're in a state of constant regeneration," Caitlin informed him. He was going to be the envy of every guy who was looking to burn off those last few calories.

"Okay listen, you were in a coma," Cisco reveals to him.

"For how long?" Barry asks, shocked to his core. For all he knew, several years could have gone by and he wouldn't have known.

"Nine months, welcome back Mr. Allen." a voice sounded from the entrance revealing a man in a wheelchair. Dr. Harrison Wells.

Dr. Wells took Barry away on a tour of the facility, which Caitlin was grateful for. For the first time in a long time, she felt that she could finally breathe easy. Barry was awake, and would soon be out of her life. If she was lucky, she would never have to lay eyes on him again.

Once Barry was gone, Cisco turned to her. "Are you still harbouring that hate you have against Barry?"

Caitlin didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to reveal that she still did. "And what if I did?"

"Come on dude, the guy hasn't done anything against us. It was pure luck that he was one of those that survived. It's not his fault that he's alive and okay while others aren't. And from our brief interaction, he seems like a pretty cool guy, if a bit confused, but then again, who wouldn't be?" Cisco tries to point out the absurdity of her dislike of Barry.

"It doesn't stop me from not liking him. From what I do know about him, I hate him. I hate that he got injured from our invention. I hate the fact he has so many people that care about him. I hate that he managed to survive from something that should have killed him, and I hate the fact that he's here and Ronnie's…" Caitlin choked as she reached the end of her rant.

Caitlin took a seat to try to calm herself down as a new wave of tears formed in her eyes at the mention of Ronnie.

"I'm a terrible person aren't I? To hate someone that was just on the verge of death not that long ago." Caitlin dropped her head in her hands in shame.

"You're not a terrible person Caitlin. And I don't think you hate him. To you, Barry represents everything that you hate, but you don't actually hate him. You just need to be able to separate the two," Cisco tries to soothe her.

"I don't know if I can Cisco. Besides, it's not like it'll matter. Now that Barry's awake, we just need to run a few more tests to make sure he's okay before he goes on his way and we'll probably never see him again." Caitlin points out.

Barry was soon done with his tour and was wanting to get out of here. Caitlin had managed to clean herself up so it didn't look like she was just crying her eyes out.

When Barry voiced his desire to leave immediately, Caitlin argued saying, "Wait, we still need to run a few more tests to make sure you're okay,"

"Caitlin is right," Dr. Wells agreed. "Now that you're awake, there are several procedures we need to go through before we can release you."

"Really, I feel fine. Thank you, so much for everything," Barry thanked them before rushing down the hall.

He came back just for a second to ask a quick question. "Can I keep the sweatshirt?" seeing as they didn't have any of the clothes he arrived in. The clothes he was wearing during the explosion was destroyed due to the chemicals, so he arrived at STAR Labs in a hospital gown.

"Yeah, keep the sweatshirt," Dr. Wells gave it to him.

"Thanks," Barry smiled at that. He really loved STAR Labs even after he was made aware that they were the reason he was placed in a coma.

"Really?" Caitlin questioned Barry's apparent lack of self-concern. There were so many questions Caitlin had accumulated throughout her time taking care of him that she didn't even know where to start.

Oh well. He wasn't her problem anymore. And she would never have to see him again. If he wanted to risk his health by leaving premature to his official release, then by all means. It wouldn't lay on her conscience any longer. She was finally free of Barry Allen and all that he represented in her mind.

Later that day

"You don't really believe he can go that fast can you?" Caitlin questioned the sensibility of her boss after he said that he wanted to test Barry's speed after Barry said that he had superspeed. What, were they in a comic book?

"Well I believe anything can become possible and soon, you may as well," Dr. Wells told her. None of which managed to convince her that any part of this was true, but she was forced to go along with it.

Caitlin was sincerely hoping that this morning would have been the last she would ever have to hear the name Barry Allen, but fate seemed to just love torturing her because a few hours later, Barry returned with the absurd notion that he could move at extreme speeds. Or as he phrased it, 'The world slowed down around me,'

Barry came out of the trailer wearing the gear they gave him, which looked completely ridiculous.

As she was making sure the gear was synced with their devices Caitlin felt Barry's stare on her. "What?"

"Nothing, just notice you don't smile too much," he answers.

"What does it matter to you if I don't smile?" Caitlin snarkily asked.

"Do you have some kind of problem with me?"

"As a matter of fact I do," Caitlin said. "I have a problem with the fact that you are here, and my fiance, the man who I was supposed to marry, was killed in the same incident that put you in a coma. So excuse me if I seem a little standoffish knowing that you survived, but the love of my life is gone. So let's get something clear. I don't like you, you don't have to like me, so until we can show that what you are saying is completely impossible, I have to put up with you for a little longer."

With that, Caitlin walked back over to Dr. Wells and took a seat next to him.

Barry took his position and sprinted into the field at lightning speed. His appearance as nothing but a red blur. Caitlin was keeping track of him with binoculars that also measured his speed. "He just passed 200 miles per hour. That's impossible,"

Okay, so maybe there was some truth to what he was saying before about moving at large speeds. But that still didn't mean she had to like him.

Barry was running in the field and he was doing fine, but he seemed to lose concentration for a second. Then he lost control and hit a barrel full of water.

Caitlin didn't want to take too much pleasure in his pain, but she will admit it was satisfying when she heard a loud crash and the water spraying everywhere. A loud groan originating from there confirmed he was injured and she silently laughed at him.

It wasn't until later that she realized that she would have to be the one to nurse him back to health. Just great.

Barry pretty much ignored Caitlin. He knew she didn't like him in the least and to be honest, he was starting to get sick of her attitude.

"What made you lose your focus out there? You were doing pretty well." Dr. Wells asked, curious.

"I had a flashback of a memory," Barry replied vaguely.

Dr. Wells motioned for Barry to continue as he, Cisco and even Caitlin decided to be quiet and listen to his story.

"When I was eleven my mother was murdered," Barry replied, "Something broke into our house. That something was a ball of lightning. Inside the lightning, there was a man. He killed my mother." Caitlin looked almost sympathetic at him. "What if the man who killed my mother was like me?" He asked.

Harrison Wells chuckled at the notion. "I think I can safely say that you are one of a kind Mr. Allen,"

Barry nodded, and slowly got up off the bed and began to slowly walk out of the medbay.

Cisco nudged Caitlin and pointed his head towards Barry, indicating that she should talk to him or say she's sorry for acting like that.

Barry was already in the corridor by the time Caitlin decided to speak to him. Caitlin ran after him as fast as she could with her heels, she just saw him exit the labs through the back door.

"Hey!"

Barry turned around and looked at Caitlin with cold and uncaring eyes. But said nothing.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I want to give you all the reasons why I acted that way but that won't justify it. I'm... sorry." Caitlin reluctantly said.

"I'm not accepting your apology, you're not really sorry," Barry said before walking away.

"I am finally apologizing and you're turning it down?! You know what? Fine, just don't expect me to patch you up every time you break something," Caitlin called out.

"I took first aid in high school, I know how to patch myself up," Barry called over his shoulder before continuing to walk away.

Caitlin just watched as he turned down the hall and out of her sight. It was at that moment that Caitlin truly realized that she hates Barry Allen. How dare he suggest that he be capable of administering first aid when he was just a forensic scientist? He operated on dead bodies, not an alive one. He thought he could do her job, one that took years of training, just because he took a few courses in high school?

Appalled at his suggestion, Caitlin decided that she would be the one to get the last word in. So she chased him down to where he was waiting for the elevator.

"Hey! You think you can do my job? You think you can just stitch up a wound or align a broken bone as well as I can?" Caitlin demanded. "I went to medical school for 4 years and graduated top of my class! I earned my degree through hard work and determination, and you think you're just as good as me?"

"Yeah!" Barry yelled at her, "Anybody can do that, everybody can be as good as you, maybe even better!"

"Well I saved your life, so I think you should be pretty grateful. I could have just let you die, but I didn't," Caitlin said.

"Then why didn't you?! If you really hate my guts then you could have just sabotaged my recovery. Why?!"

"I'm a professional that's why. I was trained not to do any harm."

"You know what, you're right," Barry said, making Caitlin smirk at her victory, "We don't have to like each other, because I keep thinking of all the reasons you hate me but I keep coming up blank. You really just hate me. Don't worry, I'll be avoiding you and distance myself." Barry turned to walk away again.

"You know, I don't know what Cisco sees in you," Barry called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Caitlin watched as the elevator indicated it was heading to the ground floor. Who did he think he was? He was practically questioning her entire life choices. Life is hard, sometimes people just need to suck it up and deal with the hand they're dealt in life. He was so ungrateful for everything she did. He was unbelievable.

Yet again, it was not the last she had seen of Barry Allen, and if things were to continue the way they were, she doubted she would be rid of him anytime soon.

"I wasn't the only one affected by the Particle Accelerator that night was I?!" Barry Allen stormed into the Cortex with eyes of fire.

Dr. Wells just sighed. He brought up the monitor to show a basic retelling of the night of the explosion. "The night of the explosion, we turned on the accelerator, and for 45 minutes I had achieved my dream. We all felt like heroes. But then… there was an anomaly. A small miscalculation on my part. The accelerator exploded and released unknown energy throughout the city. Dark matter, element x,..." as the monitor panned out to show a view of the city with energy readings everywhere.

"Those are all theoretical though," Barry voiced his opinion.

"And how theoretical are you? We've been searching for other meta-humans like yourself,"

"Meta-humans?" Barry questioned.

"That's what we've been calling them. I came up with the name," Cisco told him.

"I met one today," Barry revealed. "His name is Clyde Mardon. He's a bank robber that can control the weather,"

"This just keeps getting cooler," Cisco says excitedly.

Barry just looks at him with anger in his eyes. "This is not cool! A man died because of him." Cisco looks down in shame at the inappropriate comment.

"Mardon must have gotten his powers the same way I did, due to the particle accelerator, meaning you're the ones who gave him his powers, so what do we do?" Barry asks.

"Nothing, we leave this to the police," Dr. Wells dismisses the problem.

"I work for the police," Barry reminds him.

"As a forensic scientist," Dr. Wells points out.

"You actually think the police can handle a person like Mardon? He caused a storm inside a building and created a fog in seconds on the street. Who's to say he won't call upon a lightning storm or a tornado? I can stop him," Barry insists.

"None of that matters. What matters is you!" Dr. Wells yells at him. "Not me, I lost everything and you broke your arm and it healed in 3 hours. Inside your body can be the answer to countless medical miracles and we are not going to lose all that because you wanted to play the hero!"

"That's my decision whether I'm going to do that. I'm not one of your employees you can boss around. I came here because I thought you could help, but clearly I was wrong." Barry starts to walk away. "I always looked up to STAR because I thought they wanted to make a difference in the world. Now I see that you're just a bunch of egotistical jerks," he looks to Caitlin at that particular remark.

Caitlin felt a little guilty about that. His first impression of STAR Labs was her hostility and anger, and she didn't mean to change his view on her workplace, but at the same time, she felt that Barry was acting very irrational in categorizing every one of them in being prideful. Sure Dr. Wells had his moments, but Cisco was always very humble about his accomplishments. He didn't deserve this treatment from Barry.

Caitlin didn't follow Barry because she knew he would be back. He'd try to enlist their help in taking down these meta-humans. Cisco's obsession with comic books would cause him to immediately agree, and Caitlin would grudgingly follow suit. She didn't like the idea of working with Barry Allen, but currently he was the only meta-human they had to combat the others who would decide to use their new gifts for crime instead of either remaining neutral, or taking action to better those around them like Barry.

In that, she could show him respect. Barry could have kept his powers to himself, but he decided to use them to help others. When his healing abilities showed themselves, he had a long talk with Dr. Wells about studying them to help the medical community. That was before he'd stumbled upon their dark secret.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Barry had reappeared with a box of unsolved cases that all dated after the accelerator explosion. Cases that were thought to be impossible.

"Your meta-humans have been busy. I'm not completely blaming you, you had no idea this would happen, but it's your responsibility to help clean up the mess you made. I'm asking you to help me stop them," Barry asked of them, but was focusing more on Cisco than Caitlin.

True to his word, he was completely avoiding Caitlin and vice versa. They didn't want to know each other, they had no interest in one another, but they had to work together to help stop these meta-humans they had created from wreaking havoc.

Despite Caitlin's animosity towards Barry, she started tracking weather patterns for any irregular behaviour after he had informed them of a meta that had the capability of manipulating the weather.

She just got a hit. Temperatures in a barn just outside the city limits dropped in an instant. That doesn't happen normally. "Cisco, tell Barry that the weather in this location has plummeted. It might be Mardon," she pulled up the map on the monitor so he could see.

"He's right across the room," Cisco pointed in the direction of Barry, but Barry turned his back to them to look at the screen.

"I know. Make sure to tell him," Caitlin dismissed him.

"Well Barry, you can't go out like that. You might burn off all your clothes and we can't have that happening." Cisco says.

"Nobody wants Barry Allen to go streaking across the city even if nobody can see you," Caitlin says.

"You would like that wouldn't you," Barry says. "Wanting to get me out of these clothes as soon as possible. If you're in love with me Caitlin just say so,"

"Nyeehh," Caitlin sticks her tongue out at him in disgust.

"Nyeehh," Barry sticks his tongue out in response.

"Children, please. We might be dealing with something important here," Cisco tries to diffuse the situation between the two adults acting like 4 year-olds. "Anyway, to help with your fire problem, I got you this," Cisco pushes some buttons and a small closet lights up to reveal a mannequin with a red suit on it.

"It's a tri-polymer suit made to be fire resistant and friction proof, so you won't risk your clothes catching on fire every time you go for a run," Cisco says. "I originally made it to improve the uniform worn by firefighters. I thought if STAR Labs did something nice for the community, people would stop hating Dr. Wells so much,"

"Thanks Cisco," Barry expresses his gratitude.

"Well? Shouldn't you be going? Meta on the loose and all that?" Caitlin reminds him.

"I'll be on my way Ms. Frosty," Barry calls her as he makes his way to the suit.

"For a guy with superspeed, you sure are taking your time Fleet Feet," Caitlin comes up on the spot.

"Nuh-uh people. Leave the names to me please," Cisco shoots down their attempts at names, but one look to each other and they both knew those names were going to be sticking for awhile.

Barry ran towards the barn, he weaved through the traffic as he ran from the other side of the city to the farm. He saw a huge tornado heading towards the city limits as part of the barn was about to hit Joe and Eddie. He tackled the roof out of the detective's way and checked if they were okay.

Seeing that they were both fine, Eddie was knocked out cold, but nothing to worry about, he turned to see what he was dealing with. "Guys, there is a tornado and it's heading straight towards Central City,"

"Wind speeds are increasing, if this keeps up, it'll be an F5 tornado," Caitlin informs him.

"Great, thank you for that, but how does that help me figure out how to stop it?" Barry replies with sarcasm in his tone.

Both the scientists were silent as they had no idea what they could do to try to stop it. This was outside their areas of expertise, Cisco in machines and Caitlin in biochemistry.

"What if I run around it in the opposite direction, cut off its legs?" Barry suggests.

"Please, that'll never work, you'll have to clock over 700 miles per hour to achieve that," Caitlin says.

"Well nobody asked you Ms. Frosty," Barry yells over the coms. "You're just upset you didn't think of it first,"

"No I'm not," she never would have come up with his idea. "I just know it's not going to work," It was probably their best option right now.

"I have to try," Barry said in response. "Unless the brilliant Dr. Snow has something to suggest?"

"If you want to get yourself ripped apart at those speeds, by all means Fleet Feet," Caitlin challenges him.

"Just do it Barry!" Cisco yells. "And I thought we agreed for you two to drop those nicknames?"

"Not gonna happen," Both Caitlin and Barry said at the same time.

Barry ran towards the tornado and began to circle it in the opposite direction it was moving. Due to his inexperience with his own powers, he began to tire easily. Still, he tried to keep going.

"Ha ha, the suit's holding up," Cisco commented on his invention being able to handle those extreme speeds. Their speedometer measuring Barry's speed increasing from 500 to 600 miles per hour.

"Yeah, but looks like he's not," Caitlin says as she looks at Barry's vitals on her screen.

Clyde Mardon noticed a streak of lightning Barry was creating when he was running and felt the gradual decrease of speed in the winds around him. Annoyed at the person who was questioning his place as a god, he shot a bolt of lightning at whatever that thing was and increased the power he was putting into his storm.

The lightning bolt connected with Barry and sent him hurtling through the air. "It didn't work. He's too powerful."

"Yeah, we can see that. Told you it wouldn't work Fleet Feet," Caitlin says.

"Okay, that is not helping Ms. Frosty," Barry replies. "What do I do?"

"Listen to me Barry, you need to run faster," Dr. Wells rolls up to the screen to talk to Barry.

"Dr. Wells?" Barry asks as he didn't know Wells was still there, or that he wanted any part in this.

"You were right Barry, I have hurt a lot of people in this city and I need to atone for what I did, and it all starts here. Run Barry, run," Dr. Wells encourages him.

Feeling motivated by his hero, Barry takes off once more to try to calm the winds, not letting anything distract him.

Barry wasn't sure why Mardon wasn't shooting anymore lightning, but it was probable that he was inexperienced with his powers as well. He'd never done something of this grand of a scale, he couldn't manage another bolt of lightning without stopping the tornado entirely. Whatever the reason, Barry was grateful as it allowed him to focus on himself and increase his speed to the necessary amount to stop the tornado. He didn't let the burning in his legs or the coldness in his throat from breathing so much hinder him. If anything, it motivated him to keep going.

Giving his speed just one more push, he felt the wind stopping and saw the tornado collapse. It was over.

He took off his mask, because it was getting hot under there, he heard the click of a gun. Turning around, he saw Mardon pointing a handgun at him.

"I didn't think there was anyone else like me," Clyde says.

"I'm nothing like you. You're a murderer," Barry retorts.

Clyde just shrugs 'Oh well' and raises his hand to pull the trigger before another gun fires and nails him in his chest, causing him to stumble backwards and die on the ground.

Barry turns around to see Joe with a gun in his hand and looking at him in disbelief. Barry slowly realizes that his mask was off so Joe knew it was him who had saved him at super speeds.

"Barry? Are you still there?" Barry hears in his comms.

"Yeah, it's over," Barry confirms that Mardon was stopped.

The next morning, Barry and Joe had returned back to the barn for the official investigation after Joe had reported to the police of the stolen money in the barn and the dead body of Clyde Mardon. What nobody could explain was the impromptu tornado that had appeared, but people were willing to chalk that up to Mother Nature.

"So your powers," Joe tries to say, but he is still feeling the shock from the previous night. "It was the lightning?"

"More or less," Barry confirms.

"I'm sorry Barry. What you can do…" Joe trails off. "You did see something the night your mother died. Henry is innocent. And I called you crazy for it,"

"Hey no, I understand. I probably would have called myself crazy as well," Barry says.

"I'm going to help you Barry. To find the man who actually killed your mother, but you need to promise me something," Joe said.

Barry nods his head in agreement. "Don't tell Iris. I don't want her caught up in all this,"

"Of course," Barry agrees.

Caitlin didn't know what she was doing. Was she just supposed to accept that she would be working undercover with her boss, best friend, and the most irritable person she ever met to take down other people with powers? It sounded like something taken out of a CW show.

And they were just supposed to trust Barry? They barely knew him for a day and they were supposed to expect that he was going to go along with all this? What if he suddenly decided to turn evil and misuse his powers? What would they do then?

She couldn't believe they had to put up with Barry. Why couldn't Ronnie have developed powers instead? Then they wouldn't need Barry at all. It was so frustrating the way he always had to have the last word against her. At least he seemed to get along well enough with Cisco and Dr. Wells. Still, he was just so annoying that she couldn't…

What was that?

Caitlin looks down at her hands. In her silent rant of rage, she didn't notice when her hands started to produce smoke. No, wait. It wasn't smoke. It was mist, as if her hands were too cold for the temperature around them.

Caitlin looked into the mirror in her bathroom and noticed her lips had turned blue and a streak of her brown hair had turned white. What was startling most of all was that her eyes were glowing.

Her rage replaced with surprise, and the glow of her eyes disappeared. All of a sudden she noticed how cold it was in her apartment. How had she not noticed that before? It was so cold she could barely move.

It was then that she had an idea. Forget the fact that she might be a meta herself, she had just come up with an idea of how to stop Barry should they ever need to.

She grabbed her phone and called Cisco. When he answered, she said, "Hey Cisco, so you know how you were talking about making something on the off chance that Barry might use his powers for something other than good?"

"Yeah?"

"So you know how speed and cold are opposites?" she said.

"Yeah, they cancel each other out. Why do you ask?" Cisco questioned from the other side of the phone call.

"What if you were to create something that could achieve absolute zero? There's no movement in absolute zero, so it should be able to stop Barry no problem," Caitlin says.

"That would be perfect. I'll get to work on it as soon as I can, but once we determine whether Barry's a threat or not, we tell him about this either way," Cisco tells her.

"If it turns out that Barry's harmless to us, what's the point in telling him? He'd understand that we don't trust him completely in the beginning, no point in telling him how much," Caitlin points out.

"I'll make a gun that would be able to lower the temperatures around it. A cold gun! Yes! I still got it," Cisco cheered for himself. "Once I finish it, I'll think about whether I should tell him about it,"

"Goodnight Cisco," Caitlin hangs up.

Once she does, Caitlin looks to the hand that still has mist coming off of it. "What should I do about this?"

Caitlin focuses on her hand and tries to put some energy into it. She isn't really sure what she's supposed to do to activate her powers but pretty soon her finger tips are covered in ice, ending in sharp points. "Cool," she says to herself.

Getting an idea, she flung her hand forward and the tiny ice daggers fly off and embed themselves in her wall. She'll probably be paying for those damages, but it doesn't matter. Like she told Cisco, speed and cold are opposites. She just became Barry Allen's worst nightmare.

She cracked a smile at that. This was going to be fun.

So tell what you think. Sorry if I've offended some people in how I portrayed Caitlin, but to be fair, she was pretty cold in the first few episodes. I just thought of what to do if I expanded on that. Not to worry though, it's not going to be like this for too long. Hope you like the little twist I added in the end. Comment any questions, thoughts, or even complaints. I'd like to see what I'm doing wrong.