A/N: So I am back again... Little drabble that came into my head that would literally not go away, rendering me incapable of my holiday homework *sigh*.

So, how are you?

On with the story!

Caitlin's POV

I weld the last piece into place.

It's finished.

An hour or so of hard work based on theories that might not be true.

Finally. A tranquiliser.

I take off the gloves and the plastic-face-helmet-thing, reveling the the beautiful glory of my work.

"Caitlin?"

Glory moment over. I know that voice is Barry's. Or not Barry's. He could be the shape shifter.

Unfortunately for him, I have too much to live for.

A small part of me says, reason with him.

I know that I couldn't do that. That is the power of the shifter. He can turn into anything I love.

I wonder if he could turn into food? My brain says.

Cannibalism is illegal, I tell it.

Well, he's technically not human.

A footstep sounds from a metre or so behind me.

And he's right here. Caitlin, keep cool, keep cool.

His hand grasps my upper arm.

Not cool, notcoolnotcool! Caitlin, this isn't Barry. This isn't the scarlet speedster you love.

Hang on. What?

And I'm twirling to face Barry-not-Barry.

Time slows down as I take in his features, searching for something that might reveal his true identity. Nothing.

And then his face comes closer to mine. Closer, and closer, giving me time to move away.

A warning bell goes off in my head. My arms aren't moving.

I'm too confident, and I know it. But the real Barry wouldn't kiss me, right?

I'm intoxicated by his very presence, and pushed against his chest.

He's so very warm.

He looks at me like- like I'm Iris. Like I'm his sun and his moon and his stars.

Whoever this is, I can't tell which one is standing before me.

Slowly, our lips meet, and while both my hands are plastered to his chest I take one off, whether to grab the tranq or do what my instincts tell me, I'll never know.

His hands hold me by the waist, and my arm, hesitates, forgetting its purpose before moving around his neck.

I forget everything.

I don't know what the day is, what time it is, but all I know is his touch.

I need him like I need goddamn air, because I love him. I can't break up for air. I'm too afraid of the repercussions.

I feel light-headed all of a sudden.

Something was wrong.

But his touch intoxicated me.

And I drifted away to the darkness.

Barry's POV

"Barry?" My earpiece sounds. "Barry, it's Cisco. Can you hear me?"

I'm so busy kissing Caitlin I forget about my plan. I'm so involved in her, her scent, her taste, that I forget everything sensible.

She's currently the only thing in the universe.

And she suddenly crumples in my arms.

My plan all along was to kiss her till she ran out of air. Literally.

Cisco had backed this plan up.

Hopefully, when unconscious, she would revert to her shape-shifter state.

"Hey man."

"She out yet?"

"Like a light." I pause for a second, and realise something. "Cisco, she's not changing."

"What do you mean?"

"She's not turning back. Which means-"

"She's the real Caitlin. Oh Dios mio."

Spanish translation for 'Oh Dios mio': Oh dear god. If it's not right, leave me a review or a PM or something, and I'll change it (with credit in the next chapter).

If you liked it and want me to turn this into a multi-chapter (I know I have so many to update, but I'm getting better with time management), let me know in a review.

Make it seven and I'll try post the next chapter within a week!