The Flash Fic: The Word on the Street
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This is a 345 word The Flash drabble for the Numbers Challenge at
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The pipeline atS.T.A.R Labs had become Team Flash’s unofficial “thinking place”, a place where a person could quietly freak out for at least fifteen minutes before anyone would come looking for them.
Caitlin had been pacing around for about twenty minutes before Cisco’s cheerful voice could be heard over the loud speaker. “Caitlin, it’s time for us to have our hallway talk.”
The loud speaker was abruptly silenced before Iris’ concerned voice drifted soothingly out into the air. “Caitlin honey, we’ll come up with a plan for whatever’s wrong…”
“And kick its ass,” Barry and Cisco chimed in.
She smiled before shaking her head and looking up into the camera. “Nothing’s wrong guys, I promise. It’s just Killer Frost drama.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to make them feel better,” came a gruff response behind her.
Startled, Caitlin whirled around to find Harrison Wells standing two feel away. She laughed nervously, wondering silently how long he’d been there, but before she could ask, he spoke. “You were so deep in thought that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
She could feel his worried gaze on her and before she questioned it, she found herself wanting to confide in him. “Harry, it’s the strangest thing, I think Killer Frost’s trying to help me.”
“Trying to help how?” Harrison asked.
“Well, she’s leaving me notes around my apartment and some of its good advice like ‘Don’t take the 505’ or ‘Call your mom’ or “Drink more water.’” She shook her head in bemusement. “It’s kind of starting to freak me out a little.”
“Well, maybe this is Frost’s way of reaching out,” he reasoned.
Caitlin thought about the message she found taped to the mirror on her bureau this morning. “Tell Wells how you feel about him” and she felt herself go completely cold. Just the thought of admitting her crush was sending her into a panic attack.
No, she wasn’t going to admit to anything and potentially destroy one of the closest friendships she’d ever had. Killer Frost was just going to have to try harder.
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Caitlin had been pacing around for about twenty minutes before Cisco’s cheerful voice could be heard over the loud speaker. “Caitlin, it’s time for us to have our hallway talk.”
The loud speaker was abruptly silenced before Iris’ concerned voice drifted soothingly out into the air. “Caitlin honey, we’ll come up with a plan for whatever’s wrong…”
“And kick its ass,” Barry and Cisco chimed in.
She smiled before shaking her head and looking up into the camera. “Nothing’s wrong guys, I promise. It’s just Killer Frost drama.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to make them feel better,” came a gruff response behind her.
Startled, Caitlin whirled around to find Harrison Wells standing two feel away. She laughed nervously, wondering silently how long he’d been there, but before she could ask, he spoke. “You were so deep in thought that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
She could feel his worried gaze on her and before she questioned it, she found herself wanting to confide in him. “Harry, it’s the strangest thing, I think Killer Frost’s trying to help me.”
“Trying to help how?” Harrison asked.
“Well, she’s leaving me notes around my apartment and some of its good advice like ‘Don’t take the 505’ or ‘Call your mom’ or “Drink more water.’” She shook her head in bemusement. “It’s kind of starting to freak me out a little.”
“Well, maybe this is Frost’s way of reaching out,” he reasoned.
Caitlin thought about the message she found taped to the mirror on her bureau this morning. “Tell Wells how you feel about him” and she felt herself go completely cold. Just the thought of admitting her crush was sending her into a panic attack.
No, she wasn’t going to admit to anything and potentially destroy one of the closest friendships she’d ever had. Killer Frost was just going to have to try harder.