So, here is the final chapter. Not sure if I did a good job with this or not, but I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to all of you for your support.

Redrock: Sorry, but I don't trust myself to do a good job on the Iris chapter. Wally did get a letter, but even if he hadn't, he wouldn't make that assumption because he has his Earth-Prime memories, where Barry never married iris.

Guest 2.0: Barry sent these letters to explain everything to the people he cares about. I'm not sure how you got the impression he did it so Iris would not find out about the kids.

Guest: Yep, certainly ironic. Or tragic, depending on your point of view.

Star City, Queen Mansion, one week earlier

Afternoon

Barry stood facing everyone Oliver Queen had loved, feeling awkward and completely unprepared. But it had been decided that he should give the eulogy, so he was going to do his best. Barry let out a cough, clearing his throat as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"Oliver Queen was one of my best friends," Barry started, feeling like doing this was even harder than facing Thawne and Zoom at the same time. "But it didn't start out that way. He didn't trust me and I thought he was kind of a jerk at first. But eventually, he became my friend. Someone I could go to for advice, for help. He trusted me, and everyone here knows that Oliver didn't trust easily."

There were a bunch of soft chuckles that broke out across the crowd of mourners at Barry's weak attempt at humor. It cut through the atmosphere of grief for a moment.

"I tried my best to repay his trust. Sometimes I succeeded, sometimes I failed. But even when I failed, he never held it against me. Honestly, his advice his friendship, his courage…it's probably the only reason why I'm still alive, why all of us are still alive," Barry paused as everyone felt the solemn atmosphere return. "Everyone always said how different we were but the truth is, I never found someone I related to better. He knew what it was like to face impossible odds, to experience loss, to feel like the weight of the world was on your shoulders and have everyone depend on you for answers. Oliver, he changed my life, changed me, for the better. As I know he did for all of you. And even though he's gone now, the gifts he gave us are still here. It's up to us to make the best it, to make sure we don't waste those gifts. We gotta move on…we have to move on."

West House

Now

Joe was still staring at the picture of him, Barry and Iris when Cecile tentatively entered the room.

"Joe, you've been sitting here for over an hour," Cecile said, feeling Joe's whirlwind of emotions via her powers. "What happened?"

"Barry…he's not coming back," Joe said in a voice think with emotion and Cecile was silent, absorbing this. "He left us…he's now a father of two, with Patty Spivot."

"What?" Cecile asked shocked and Joe chuckled humorlessly.

"That's what Queen did; he gave Barry two children with Patty Spivot. I take back…most of what I've said about Queen over the years," Joe said with a sigh. "I wish Iris didn't have to be hurt this way but…"

"You're happy for Barry," Cecile said, feeling it and Joe nodded.

"I know how much Barry has always wanted kids, especially after Nora. I didn't expect it to happen this way or for it to be with someone other than Iris, but I can't find it in me to be angry about it either. I-I understand why he doesn't want to leave. I'd give anything to have those years with Wally," Joe said with a sigh. "I just…I just wished I'd known the last time I'd see him would be…the last time I'd see him."

"It won't be," Cecile said confidently as she sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It may not be for months or years from now, but I have no doubt you'll see him again."

Joe sighed, hoping she was right. In the meantime, all he could do was try and be happy for Barry.

West-Allen loft

Same time

Iris stared down at the letter, tears streaming down her face as the words shot through her. Hearing the door open, she looked up and was surprised to see who it was.

"Hey," Wally said as he walked over.

"Hey," Iris said, wiping her tears away. "What are you doing here?

"I got a letter to," Wally admitted. "It's hard to wrap my head around, the fact that you two were married."

Iris' heart sunk as she looked away. She'd forgotten that Wally hadn't had his memories restored, that he remembered things differently than the rest of them.

"I also wanted to see how you were doing," Wally said as he sat down next to her.

"My husband left me, how do you think?" Iris asked grumpily.

"What exactly did he say to you in his letter?" Wally asked cautiously, trying not to upset her more than she already was.

"A bunch of crap about how it wasn't about Patty, it was about his kids. But either way, he still chose her," Iris said, the pain and anger clear on her face and Wally was silent for a moment.

"Would you have been happy?" Wally asked and she looked at him confused.

"What?"

"If Barry had come back to you, would you have been happy? Can you honestly say you would have been happy knowing that not only did Barry have kids with Patty, but that he was still in love with her? And that they would now be part of your lives no matter what? Would you have been happy, living that life?" Wally asked and Iris paused.

"No," Iris finally said, looking like she had swallowed a lemon as she spoke. "I wouldn't have been happy."

"I'm not gonna defend Barry, but maybe he was trying to hurt you now to avoid hurting you in the future. Yeah, it sucks, it's a shitty situation, and I'm not completely happy with how Barry chose to handle it. But it is what is. I'm sorry that you're hurting, but this isn't the end of your life, even if it feels that way right now. One day, years from now, you'll look back on this…and it won't hurt so much," Wally said and Iris was silent for a long time.

"When did you get so wise?" Iris asked and Wally shrugged.

"I guess I've done a lot of growing up since I saw you lost last," Wally said simply.

Iris starts to laugh, she wasn't sure why, but somehow, that laughs turns into crying and then sobbing. Wally wrapped his arm around her and she spent the rest of the night sobbing into his shoulder.

Bar

Same time

Ralph sat at the bar, drowning an entire glass before setting it back down.

"Refill," Ralph said, already buzzed.

"You seem like you're trying to forget something tonight Ralph," the bartender said as he refilled Ralph's glass and Ralph laughed.

"Yeah, you could say that," Ralph said, taking a drink before continuing. "I got a letter from a friend of mine today. A good friend, although it didn't start out that way. We hated each other for a long time. But life has a way of throwing people together and, over time, we became friends. We became family. But he sent me a letter, a letter, of all things, to tell me that he's leaving town for who he says is the one he loves and their kids."

"Wow, that's…wow," the bartender said, at a loss for words and Ralph laughed.

"Yeah, that was my reaction," Ralph said before taking another drink. "I wanted to find him, tell him he was being a selfish jerk and not caring about anyone else. But…I remember what it was like growing up without a father. In his shoes, I can't say I'd do any differently. I guess I just….I wanted the chance to say goodbye."

For a few moments, it was silent as Ralph took another big gulp of his drink before someone walked up behind him.

"I'll have one of whatever he's having," Ralph whipped his head around at the sound of the voice. "Dibny."

"Captain Singh," Ralph said shocked as Singh sat in the seat next to him.

"It's chief now, but you ca call me David. I take it you got a letter from Barry to," Singh asked and Ralph nodded after a moment.

"He sent you one?" Ralph asked and Singh nodded.

"Yeah. The things he said about the multiverse and everything, hard to wrap my head around," Singh said with a dry chuckle. "Although technically, he sent me two letters."

"Two?" Ralph repeated confused and Singh nodded.

"One was to explain everything and a sort of goodbye. The other was a very passionate and persuasive letter of recommendation as to why you should be allowed to resume your job as a detective," Singh said and Ralph started.

"What?" he sked shocked.

"Exactly what I said. Your old job, it's yours if you want it," Singh said and Ralph stared shocked.

"This-this isn't some kind of sick joke?" Ralph asked and Singh smiled, amused.

"No. So what do you saw, you up to taking up the shield again?" Singh asked.

"Y-yes, it would be an honor sir," Ralph stammered.

"Good. You start Monday, seven A.M. sharp," Singh said, placing something on the bar before getting up and walking away.

Ralph looked down to see it was his old detective badge.

"Thanks Barry," Ralph said as he picked it up.

Cisco's apartment

Same time

"You got one to?" Cisco asked as he opened his front door to reveal Caitlin standing on the other side.

"Yeah," Caitlin said as she walked in, seeing an open bottle of beer. "Day drinking?"

"Well, my best friend left town today, so," Cisco shrugged. "You want one?"

"Cisco," Caitlin said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her as she gave him her best 'I know you're hurting but don't do this to yourself' eyes. Cisco sighed, flopping down on his couch.

"I'm happy for him, I am," Cisco said as Caitlin sat down next to him. "But I miss him. And I…I wanted to say goodbye as a friend. As a teammate. As-"

"Family?" Caitlin supplied and he nodded. "Cisco, Barry didn't do this to cut us out of his life. I'm sure he told you just like he told me in my letter than whenever we're ready, he'd love to see us again."

"But it won't be the same," Cisco mumbled and Caitlin nodded.

"It won't be the same," Caitlin acknowledged. "It won't be how we imagined it. No weekly family dinners, our kids won't play together and come over all the time. Our kids won't all go to school together. It will different than how the three of us imagined our lives going. But the three of us will always be part of each other's lives. Just because Barry's living in another city, another state, doesn't mean that will change."

"I guess. I just…" Cisco trailed off but Caitlin knew what he meant.

"I know," Caitlin placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "I'll miss him to."

"I just hope he's happy," Cisco said, a sad look in his eyes.

Midway City

Night

"And they lived happily ever after," Barry finished reading the storybook the kids had waned him to read.

Barry looked up; seeing the kids had fallen asleep at some point during the story. Smiling softly, Barry closed the book and put it back on the shelf. Dropping a kiss on both his son and daughter's heads, Barry then walked out before quietly closing the door to their room. Barry then made his way down the stairs and into the living room, where Patty was watching TV.

"Kids asleep?" Patty asked as he sat down on the couch next to her.

"Out like a light. They fell asleep during the story," Barry said and Patty smiled.

"A story always puts them to sleep," Patty said and Barry nodded, frowning.

"I wish I would remember that," Barry muttered.

"Hey," Patty turned to him, placing a hand on his cheek. "You may not remember the last three years with them, but you will remember every day after with them. Don't beat yourself up over this."

Barry nodded, although it was clear it still bothered him. Reaching over, Barry removed her hand from his cheek and stared down at the wedding ring on her finger.

"I wish I could remember this to," Barry said before looking back up at her. "Were we happy? Before all this."

"Yes, we were very happy," Patty assured him, knowing how much it bothered him that he couldn't remember it. "It doesn't matter that you can't remember it. The past, it doesn't matter. What matters is the present. You, me and our kids, that's what matters to me."

"Let the past stay in the past," Barry muttered and she shot him a confused look. "It's something Ollie told me once."

"He sounds like a wise man. I'm sorry I never got out know him," Patty said and Barry smiled slightly.

"I think that he would've liked you," Barry said.

Before Barry could say anything else, their program was interrupted for a news report about a shootout down town.

"The job of a superhero never ends. Go," Patty told Barry and he laughed.

"I love you," Barry told her as he looked over.

"I love you to," Patty told him with a smile. "But it never hurts to hear."

Smiling, Barry kissed her before standing up. Holding out his hand, his ring deployed his suit and he put it out before running out of the house to head to the shootout.