The Flash Fic: Don't Switch to Decaf
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 235 word The Flash drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!!
Being part of Team Flash meant that your days were often filled with terrifyingly harrowing situations that often led to life and death consequences—for themselves, for Barry and for Central City.
It was exhausting and yet Caitlin loved every death defying moment.
And one would think that because of her life as a pseudo superhero and/or erstwhile villain, depending on the day of the week, she’d cease to be surprised by what life threw at her, but that’s where one would be wrong.
Caitlin looked up in confusion as the usually stoic Harrison Wells smiled slightly at her, holding up two coffee drinks, one an iced vanilla latte and the other frozen mochachino.
But before she could speak, he took a sip of the iced latte, grinning at her outraged squeak. “Snow, don’t make me choose because you will always win.”
“’I always win?’” Caitlin repeated archly, amusement seeping into her every word. “’Win’ what exactly and you do realize that you actually chose before I could say anything?”
Harrison’s grin got impossibly brighter. “Why, the prize of hanging out with me of course,” he answered cheekily while handing her the mochachino.
She reached out for the cup, feeling flustered as their fingers touched, but it was Harrison’s hesitant facial expression that made her decision for her.
Caitlin pretended to nod her head in agreement before speaking. “No, I'm pretty sure we’ve both won.”
1_million_words ENJOY!!Being part of Team Flash meant that your days were often filled with terrifyingly harrowing situations that often led to life and death consequences—for themselves, for Barry and for Central City.
It was exhausting and yet Caitlin loved every death defying moment.
And one would think that because of her life as a pseudo superhero and/or erstwhile villain, depending on the day of the week, she’d cease to be surprised by what life threw at her, but that’s where one would be wrong.
Caitlin looked up in confusion as the usually stoic Harrison Wells smiled slightly at her, holding up two coffee drinks, one an iced vanilla latte and the other frozen mochachino.
But before she could speak, he took a sip of the iced latte, grinning at her outraged squeak. “Snow, don’t make me choose because you will always win.”
“’I always win?’” Caitlin repeated archly, amusement seeping into her every word. “’Win’ what exactly and you do realize that you actually chose before I could say anything?”
Harrison’s grin got impossibly brighter. “Why, the prize of hanging out with me of course,” he answered cheekily while handing her the mochachino.
She reached out for the cup, feeling flustered as their fingers touched, but it was Harrison’s hesitant facial expression that made her decision for her.
Caitlin pretended to nod her head in agreement before speaking. “No, I'm pretty sure we’ve both won.”
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Date: 2018-02-10 02:16 pm (UTC)Yay!
So...I think I owe you too?
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Date: 2018-02-10 05:05 pm (UTC)ETA: Thanks for reading :):)
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Date: 2018-02-10 05:28 pm (UTC)