Barry zipped into the Cortex, arriving with a whoosh of wind that tossed loos papers about the room, but no one cared. They were all much too proud of their share of the day’s work and congratulated Barry for fighting a good fight. “I think that this calls for a celebration, what do you guys say?” Cisco cheered, “It’s been a while since we had a night out.”
Everyone agreed, even Joe was more than happy to kick start his day off early, “alright, where should we go?” Barry asked, already having changed out of his Flash suit.
“Where ever it is, it should be better than the place we went last time,” Iris said as she gathered her stuff and started to walk out of the Cortex.
“What’s wrong with the place we went to last time?” Barry asked, quickly adding, “besides the fact that we found another speedster who happened to be evil.”
Iris and Caitlin shared a smirk, “everything,” they both said.
Barry chuckled, knowing that they weren’t totally wrong, “they got you there man,” Cisco said with a broad grin. Everyone was already heading to towards the elevator when Cisco realized that one member of the group was missing, “hay, where’s Harry?” Barry shrugged his shoulders, “you guys go on, I’ll catch up,” Cisco turned to head back to the lab.
“What are you going to do?” Barry asked.
Cisco smiled, “I’m going to spread joy to the people,” he walked into the Cortex, it was empty. He then went into the small corner space where he usually went to hide away, that was where he found the man he was looking.
“Before you say anything, the answer is no,” said Harrison, or should I say earth-2 Harrison. “
“You haven’t heard what I have to say yet,” Cisco said, “everyone’s going out for drinks, I thought you would want to come with us? You know, just this once, for a change.”
“I don’t think so, Ramon,” as he sat off to the side of the room, away from Cisco..
Cisco rolled his eyes at him, “oh come on, Harry, live a little!”
“I’ll start living once I catch Zoom,” Harry said and continued to tinker with whatever he had picked up sometime during Barry’s fight with a new meta. He turned his back to the younger man, “besides, I have more important things to do than to fool around.”
“Alright, dud, have it your way,” Cisco said, shoving his hands into his pocket, he turned to leave, “you don’t what you’re missing.”
Harry turned back around in time to watch Cisco walk out of the room, a part of him wanted to run after Cisco. To catch him before he reached the elevator and tell him what was really going on within his own head. How he felt . . . but this wasn’t his world, and if he was going to stop Zoom, he had to stay focus on work, not feelings. He could just imagen how good it would feel to be buried deep within Cisco’s ass, but he couldn’t risk being rejected by the man he had slowly come to love. With a heavy heart, he turned back to the table that he was working at and continued to work on his own little side project.
“Why didn’t you go with them?” Came a soft voice from behind Harry.
The man turned to see his daughter, Jesse standing at the door, “because I have work to do.”
“You’re always working, dad,” Jesse said.
Harry sighed and turned away from his daughter, “I have to keep working, if we want to stop Zoom, I need to stay on track.” He quickly covered up his little project by dumping it in the table’s draw, then walked over to the transparent board to start writing the formula to anything.
Jesse walked over to the board to look over his shoulder, “you do realize that this is not an actual formula for anything on either of our earths, right?” She asked, he arms folded across her chest, her father turned to give her a look, “just saying.”
Harry was tempted to roll his at his daughter but that would be way too out of character for him. Instead, he capped his marker and erased the board, he sighed when the board was fully cleared, and he turned to find his daughter staring at him patiently. He slumped his shoulders, “what, what do want me to say?”
“It’s not what I want you to say,” Jesse said, “it’s what you want you want to say to Cisco.”
Harry tried to make up some excuse but he couldn’t lie to his daughter, he sucked in a deep breath and let it go in a long breath. He slowly walked over to Jesse and leaned back on the edge of the table, “how’d you find out?”
“It wasn’t too hard to figure out,” Jesse said, Harry nodded, “plus you talk in your sleep.”
A bewildered look came across Harry’s face, “I-I”
“It’s okay, dad, just . . . don’t miss you chance,” Jesse said then got up from the stool that she had been sitting on.
. . . . .
Harry sat in the room watching his daughter walk away and he realized something. He quickly grabbed his jacket and walked out the same door that Jesse walked out of, then made a B-line for the elevator. He was hoping that he could find out were the rest of Team Flash had gone to, he tried Jitter’s first, then a few other bars that ranged from “half way decent” to “it’s okay in the dark”. The last place he checked was a new club called ‘Sugger Daddy’ with the intended misspelling of ‘sugar’. It was in fact the very last place to find the team in for reasons so obvious to see that you would have to be absolutely blind not to. There were stripper poles with male and female dancers alike scattered throughout the club. The lights flashing in a blinking a-ray of colors that it blinded him, while the music played so loud that it deafened him at the same time. Out of nowhere, someone bumped into him, he was expecting a stranger dressed like a true slut, but he found a buzzed Cisco instead. Shocked, Harry grabbed him and turned him around to see his face, he was literally covered in glitter that seemed to glow over the brightly lit tiles of the dance floor.
“Cisco?” Harry had to yell over the loud beats of the music, Cisco didn’t seem to notice who or where he was at that time. Harry feared that he may had been drugged, “we’re getting you out of here right now.” Cisco was saying something to him but he couldn’t hear what it was until they had exited the club.
“Leeeettt goooo off mee,” Cisco said as he tried to pull his arm away from Harry with no avail.
“Cisco! It’s me, Cisco, it’s Harry! Remember me?” Harry asked.
Cisco shook his head, “iiiiiit’s notttt yyyyooooou, iiiiitt’s nott youuu,” he repeated in his attempt to get away from what he thought was a stranger.
Harry wasn’t sure what had happened to Cisco before he arrived at this club, but he knew that if he didn’t get Cisco out of this place, his condition may get worse. However, with Cisco fighting him off the way he was, it was going to draw attention to them and someone would no doubt find out who he looked like, that was when all hell would really break loose on them. He made a note of the area that they were in, it was dark out and it was almost midnight. Just then Harry got an idea, it was going to be a little tough to pull off especially with Cisco acting so out of it. He had tried Barry’s and Caitlin’s phones twice, Joe’s phone was turned off, Harry assumed that he had his fill of the night and was now deep into his rem REM cycle. Luckily for them, Iris’ phone was still on and she answered it within seconds, “hello?” Came Iris’ voice through the phone, “Cisco, is that you? Where have you been, we’ve ben looking all over for you!”
“Actually, Miss West, it’s me,” Harry informed her.
“Wha-Harry?” Iris said surprised, “what are you doing with Cisco’s phone?”
“Well I would be very willing to tell you all I know, but first, I need you to do me a favor,” he paced the dimly lit sidewalk as he told Iris what he wanted her to do for him. When he hung up the phone, all he had to do was wait for her to pick them up almost half an hour later, which didn’t seem to have been so long since he was very busy trying to keep Cisco quite and still. He thought sober Cisco was talkative, drunk Cisco was even worse, he started to wonder how he could have ever fallen in love with a guy like him in the first place. When Iris picked them up, Harry placed Cisco in the back of her car and got into the passenger seat, all but a drunk Cisco was quite throughout the whole ride. They were able to get back to Star Labs without any trouble at all, guiding their intoxicated friend through the building was another story. Harry was also pleased to have Cisco stop just in front of the medical bay to have Cisco throw up all over his pants and then try to run him over in another failed attempt to ‘escape’. Yet, despite his earlier thoughts, Harry looked upon the sleeping face of Cisco Ramon and was warmed, once again, by the thought of slowly fucking every inch of the younger man. He would even say that marriage wasn’t completely off the table too . . . yet. Currently,
Caitlin was running test, having not had more than one glass of Champaign earlier that night. “I should have the results to these shortly,” she said and walked over to the clutter of machines not too far from the medial bay, “he should be fine soon.”
Harry was relieved, for a short time, to hear that his love would make it until the next day. He turned to find himself some coffee, only to find that Iris was blocking his path, “start talking,” she said, her eyes a mix of stern and worry. Harry knew that he had to say something, even though he would have rather been talking to Cisco about what happened tonight. Although knowing Iris was a journalist to the end, so they talked.