128Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash.
Author's Note: Symbols like greater than and less than do not work on ff, so I had to improvise a little. ( will be less than and ) will be greater than. I hope it's not too confusing!
Inequality: The relation between two expressions that are not equal, employing a sign such as ≠ "not equal to," ) "greater than," or ( "less than."
"And this right here is the Queen Library, named once again after the Queen family, who made yet another large and generous donation for the campus." Caitlin pointed at the structure, reciting her practiced script from memory, and allowed the students she was guiding a minute to take in the site.
As an ambassador for the school, a job she took up to pay the bills and boost her resume, she was spending her morning taking prospective high school seniors on a tour of Central City University.
The students, some of them with their parents, talked excitedly amongst themselves and Caitlin took a minute to glance at her phone.
Bio-tech exam grades were up.
Caitlin had avoided opening up the school app to check her grades, but that didn't stop her class's GroupMe from exploding with people complaining about their grades.
Cisco had texted her separately with a bombardment of messages and from what Caitlin could gather from his ranting, he had received a 68%, which he was happy about because he was expecting worse. But, she found out a few minutes later that he was also pissed because the class average was much higher than previous years, which meant Dr. Stein was apparently not curving the exam despite the drastic difference in scores among the students.
NO FUCKING CURVE, CAITLIN, Cisco texted. I was happy with a 68 bc I thought it would be a B- at least.
CAITLIN.
I have an actual 68 on the exam...
:'(
HE COULD HAVE AT LEAST GIVEN ME ONE MORE PERCENT SO I COULD HAVE A LITTLE CHUCKLE ABOUT IT BUT NO.
A 68.
THE LEAST SEXY NUMBER! :(
Even Linda Park got a better grade than me. I heard she scored the highest in the class... HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! AHHHHHH!
CHECK YOUR GRADE SO WE CAN FREAK OUT TOGETHER PLSSSSS!
OK BYE HAVE FUN AT WORK.
Caitlin bit her lower lip while she stared at the string of texts and felt her nerves rising at the idea of checking her grades.
"Um, excuse me," one of the high school students interrupted, after they were waiting in the same spot for some time.
Caitlin looked up from her phone screen and forced her customer service smile. "Sorry about that. We're done with the tour and you each have one swipe on your card for a meal at the campus diner, so feel free to use that now and explore our beautiful campus. If there is anywhere you want to go, I'd be happy to take you, but you're all welcome to look around on your own!"
The crowd began to thin after that until there was only one student left standing.
"Hi!" the high schooler who had interrupted her earlier said cheerfully.
"Hi," Caitlin responded, slightly taken aback by the girl's energetic nature. "Do you need help finding anything?"
"Yeah, I wanted to check out STAR Labs since I've heard it's one of the best labs on any college campus, but I can't tell any of these buildings apart!"
STAR Labs.
It was a bit of a walk, hidden in the corner, just outside of the edge of campus. Caitlin remembered getting lost the first time she tried to walk there and knew the young high schooler would probably struggle just the same if Caitlin just gave spoken directions.
But Caitlin really, really did not want to go back there.
Bad memories and a long trek were the primary factors for her reluctance, but Caitlin was never one to let someone wander around lost on a big campus. She had just promised to help the students, so she would keep her word. Tour guide's honor and all that.
The young girl trailed happily by her side, unaware of the inner turmoil that Caitlin was currently facing. She would just take the girl to the building. That was it. She didn't have to go inside. Nope.
When they arrived at the building, after climbing up and walking down many steep hills and staircases, Caitlin finally turned to say her goodbyes to the girl when she saw someone she knew from her internship days approach.
"Caitlin!" The older lady approached in a lab coat with the STAR labs symbol emblazoned on the front.
"Dr. Brand," Caitlin bit out. She forced herself to make conversation with the kind lady, even though all her instincts screamed at her to run in the other direction. "How are you?"
"I'm doing okay," Doctor Tracy Brand responded, "It's good to see you after you left our lab so suddenly. One minute we were working together, the next thing I know, I heard you had quit and transferred out."
"Yeah…"
"I think your locker still hasn't been emptied yet."
"Locker?" the young girl beside her asked. "You worked here?"
Tracy noticed the high school girl standing beside Caitlin and nodded. "Caitlin was one of the best interns we had."
"Well, I wouldn't say that," Caitlin said humbly, the whole situation making her feel uncomfortable. She needed to leave. She really did not want to stay near this place any longer.
Ghost feelings crept up on her and Caitlin forced herself not to shudder. Her heart beat quickened every time she looked at the building and though the sun was bright in the sky, everything felt so overcast and dark.
"I would," Dr. Tracy Brand playfully objected. "Are you thinking of interning here too… uh…" she trailed off, waiting for the girl to introduce herself.
"I'm Nora!"
Caitlin felt a little ashamed that she didn't remember to ask for the girl's name beforehand.
"It's nice to meet you, Nora. I'm sure Caitlin would love to give you a tour of the place. It can be pretty confusing for newcomers."
Leave, leave, leave.
Caitlin waved her hand. "Oh, I should prob—"
"Oh my gosh, Caitlin, could you?" Nora bounced around excitedly. "That would be so great!"
"Well, I…"
Leave, leave, leave.
"And you could probably clear out your locker while you're at it," Dr. Brand added jokingly.
"Right," Caitlin chuckled nervously.
Leave, leave, leave.
"Um… alright, I guess I could take you on a quick tour." Caitlin's inner thoughts screamed unmentionable words at her. "But we'd have to do it pretty fast since you haven't eaten lunch yet."
"Yay!" Nora cheered. "Let's go."
Dr. Brand and Caitlin watched as Nora sprinted into the building, startling one of the distracted scientists that was walking out.
Chuckling, Dr. Brand said, "We definitely need more people like her on the team. People who are truly passionate about what we do. People like you."
Caitlin swallowed nervously when the older scientist asked, "I never got to find out the reason why you quit Wells's class and lab."
"I… I just needed a quick break. I had to deal with… um…"
"You don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable. I didn't mean to pry. Just know that there's always a place for you at STAR Labs and we all miss you."
"Thank you, Dr. Brand." This time, Caitlin really did smile genuinely. "I really appreciate it."
Dr. Brand was one of the bright spots of her internship experience, always ready to explain a procedure that was confusing or help her with a mechanism that wasn't working. She wished things could have ended differently.
"Of course, Caitlin. Now get in there before we have another lost person roaming our confusing labyrinth of a lab for the rest of eternity."
It took Caitlin quite a while to find Nora once again. The building really was the biggest maze she had ever encountered with so many special rooms and equipment for people with a love of science to use and explore.
Though Caitlin still felt a twinge of anxiety being the building that created a lot of past trauma in her life, little-by-little she was reminded of fond memories that had kept her here, spending late night after night using her handy-dandy pipette or waiting for her bacteria to culture.
But then memories of hands at her wrist and a chilling voice on the back of her neck had her clenching her fists so hard it started to cause nail indents into her hands. She remembered the smell of a sour cologne that burned in the back of her throat and her eyes watering at the rough push as her head hit the wall.
No, Caitlin thought, squeezing her eyes shut. Stop thinking about it. Block it out.
It was over with. It was done. And she was only going to be in the building a few minutes longer. Just to find Nora and leave. She had to leave. She had to—
"Caitlin!" Nora came bounding over. "I found you!"
Caitlin released a shuddery breath. "Nora, where have you been?"
"I was walking around peeking into the different rooms and I met someone who volunteered to give me a tour! I told him I was waiting for you, but then we got to talking and he is so cute, I had to take the tour."
Caitlin chuckled at the younger girl's energy. "So you ready to go?"
"You're not gonna ask me how it went with the guy?"
The two of them started walking towards the exit. "How'd it go with the guy?" Caitlin asked dutifully.
"I'm so glad you asked! It went absolutely amazingly. He even gave me his number and we're going out soon!"
"That's great, Nora," Caitlin said honestly. Once they had stepped out of the building, Caitlin felt the tight pressure that had surrounded her start to drift away almost immediately. "But you're a senior in high school, so maybe you should focus on graduating and getting accepted here first before you secure yourself a college boyfriend."
"Oh, I'm a shoe-in," Nora boasted proudly. "My parents go here, so I already know the ins and outs of the school."
Just as Caitlin was about to ask where her parents worked in the school, Nora's stomach rumbled. "Well, thank you for taking me here, Caitlin! I should go grab some lunch now!" Nora waved her goodbyes behind her as she, yet again, sprinted off to her next location.
"Hope to see you again, Nora!" Caitlin called out to her receding figure; she shook her head wondering where that girl got all her energy from. For a second she thought it was a high schooler thing, but Caitlin certainly never had that much energy as a high schooler.
While walking to her apartment, Caitlin momentarily considered opening up for course notification and finally seeing what her grade was. It was hell just waiting for grades to be posted, but a different kind of hell having the grades there… just waiting to be opened and potentially ruin every shred of self-esteem she had left (not that she had much to begin with).
When she entered her home, she was surprised to find Barry lounging on her couch with Yoda bear resting on his lap. He beamed when he saw her and gestured to an empty spot on her couch.
"Felicity told me where the hidden key was," Barry said. "She's still stuck at work, something about a crazy scandal the League has to deal with, but she says 'hi.'"
Caitlin took a weary seat beside him. "You text Felicity now?"
"Just to gossip about you."
"Huh."
"So?" Barry asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"What?"
"Have you checked yet?"
Caitlin groaned, smacking her hands to her face and leaning forward. "No, I'm too scared to find out what I got."
"Come on, Cait, it's just one test score. It's not the end of the world."
"But it is! I spent so long studying and this is the first time I took the exam after our agreement, so this is the decider to tell if it was all worth it and—"
"Relax, Caitlin. If I tell you how I did on mine, will it make you feel better?"
"Depends."
"I got a 72%."
"That's great, Barry!"
And honestly, a C on a biotech exam was a great score, especially with a sweet curve.
"Except, I've heard there's no curve."
Right.
"Hmm, yeah." Caitlin pursed her lips questioning if the score was still considered good or not.
"And I really doubt this exam was any easier than the previous ones."
"Yep."
"So it's completely unfair that there's no curve."
"Mhmm."
"So, are you gonna check now?"
"…no."
Barry groaned. "C'mon, Cait. I promise I won't judge you. If you really want, I'll turn around and close my eyes, so you have full privacy and if you want me to leave, I'll leave."
"Okay." Caitlin nodded.
"So, you want me to leave?"
"No, I want you to turn around and close your eyes," she replied honestly.
"Seriously?"
"You promised not to judge!"
"About your grades!"
"Turn around, Barry."
"Fine."
Once Barry had stood up and situated himself with his back to her and the couch, Caitlin closed her eyes as well for a moment to build her confidence. Barry stayed silent and waited patiently for her.
When she clicked the app, it took a second for the score to load.
A second felt like an infinity.
An infinity in the darkest realm of Tartarus, that is.
The queasy feeling in Caitlin's stomach refused to settle and when the page finally loaded, Caitlin saw a…
Her phone clattered to the ground.
Barry turned quickly at the noise and he took in Caitlin's frozen expression. "Cait?" Barry said cautiously. "Grades aren't everything, you know."
"I…" Caitlin stuttered out. "I got a 97%."
Eyes widening, Barry leaned over to pick up her phone to see the test result for himself.
"Holy shit! Grades are EVERYTHING! Caitlin, you did it!" Barry cheered loudly. He reached out to hold her waist and brought her into a passionate hug. When he released her from the hug, he continued to keep his hands resting lightly on her hip as he grinned at her with pride.
Caitlin let out a breathless laugh and then once she came to her senses, she laughed out-loud again. "I can't believe it!" She jumped in his arms, and wrapped her own around his neck. Barry, tightening his grip on her, spun her around in a circle, whooping and cheering the whole time.
"I'm so amazing!" Barry exclaimed, setting her feet back down on the ground, "I managed to get a D average—"
"C average," Caitlin butted-in, though her previous class average said otherwise.
"—student to a NINETY-SEVEN percent."
"Guess this altruistic agreement is working out after all!"
"We should celebrate," Barry decided, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door. "Rule 57? Ice cream date as our first official solo fake date?"
It always amazed Caitlin that Barry remembered her long list of rules. But she tugged her hand back and Barry paused in his movement. "Isn't Iris in class right now? She wouldn't even know about this."
"We could go as friends?" Barry suggested. "No outside agenda. Just two friends celebrating one friend's great accomplishment of being the best life coach slash tutor slash therapist."
Caitlin looked at him wearily, not truly understanding or believing his true intentions.
Sighing, Barry said, "I've been thinking a lot about what you said a few weeks back. About staying true to myself and putting Iris on this pedestal. I've realized that maybe my whole life shouldn't revolve around Iris. I have so much more in my life. Track, my future career, Joe, my friends, and… and you."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. I actually like you, Cait. As more than just a fake girlfriend, and yes, I realize how weird that sounds, but I want us to be friends, because I genuinely enjoy hanging out with you. So please, let me take you out for ice cream to celebrate my great accomplishment—"
"You mean mine," Caitlin interrupted, a small smile growing on her face.
"—and we can hang out as real friends. No faking, no pretending, and no Iris. Just good ol' ice cream on our friend date."
"I do like the sound of that," Caitlin considered and then nodded firmly, "Alright, let's do it."
They stopped at a nearby ice cream store and selected their flavors. Caitlin, of course, went for her classic mint chocolate chip in a cup, while Barry opted for Superman ice cream in a cone because he liked the colors.
Once they received their food, they sat at one of the tables set up outside the creamery and enjoyed their tasty treat.
It was nice, spending time with Barry. With all the time in the world and no one to impress, they discussed their favorite shows and books, different classes they were taking, and other random conversations that made Caitlin feel light-hearted and open.
This friend date was different from her and Barry's double date from a few weeks back. This date didn't have rules or expectations. It was just two people getting to know each other for no other reason; they just enjoyed being in each other's company.
Caitlin reminisced on how far she had come to accepting Barry's friendship when at the start of her switch into Stein's class, she had no idea who Barry truly was.
He had certainly wormed (or turtle crawled) his way into her life and her heart.
She laughed when Barry's cone started melting and he started to lick the hand that was holding it in a desperate attempt to clean himself.
"This is why you get a cup instead of a cone."
"Yeah," Barry stuck his tongue out at her, "If you want to be a boring grandma." He went back to licking his ice cream cone.
With a strike of inspiration, Caitlin pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of him. She smiled to herself as she looked at the image and then leaned forward towards the middle of the table with her phone hand stretched out. Barry leaned forward as well, a smile on his ice cream smudged face, and Caitlin took a quick selfie of the two of them with their ice cream.
"Are you posting it?" Barry asked. "You know, since we're already Facebook official?"
Instagram was an app that she used pretty often when she was bored. She, like any other person her age, enjoyed mindlessly scrolling and blocking out any thought for an hour or so. However, posting on Instagram was a completely different story. The last time she had posted something on the app was three years ago and it was a picture of her cat, Killer Frost. She didn't even have any posts with Ronnie because he was always too busy for pictures… or dates… or her.
"Yep," Caitlin agreed, brushing those thoughts aside, "I'm gonna post it now." She uploaded the two images in a post and thought of a caption. When she came up with the perfect one, she grinned and posted it before showing it to Barry, who was still working on finishing his cone.
She held her phone up to his face. "What do you think?"
Barry squinted at the phone and read, "Melting my heart, less than three," even though it really said: Melting my heart (3
"Barry," she drawled out his name, "it's not less than three. It's supposed to be a heart."
"Caitlin," he repeated in a similar fashion, "you do realize most phones have actual emojis now, so you don't have to write it like that."
"I wanted to go for the old school vibe!"
"Fine, it's cute. Extra points for the ice cream theme."
"Thank you." Caitlin smiled proudly.
"But you lose points for being an emoji-illiterate grandma."
"Rude. I don't less than three you anymore. I greater than three you now."
"That's not even a heart anymore!"
"Exactly."
"But, Caitlin," Barry whined, "I less than three you! Even if you are a boring grandma! I two you! Even better I one you!"
"Well, I four you. Five you! Even better I infinity you."
"Infinity stretches into the negatives, which is less than three, ergo you love me for infinity."
Not denying the statement, Caitlin said, "Remember when you made fun of me for saying 'i.e.' out loud? Now here you are saying big ol' fancy words like ergo."
"This is terrible," Barry gasped dramatically, though the image was slightly ruined by the bright cotton candy blue ice cream that dripped down his hand, "I less than three you so much I've adopted your personality."
Caitlin giggled at his childishness and startled at the sound of her phone chiming with a notification. "Check it out, Barry. Iris just saw the post and she liked it." Her phone chimed again with a stream of excited emojis from Iris in the comment section.
In the back of her mind, her thoughts whispered about how her posting this meant that spending her time like this with Barry finally wasn't a waste. Like she had to justify enjoying herself and being around Barry. Her thoughts whispered about how Barry was probably taking her out on this friend date, so she would do something like this to attract Iris's attention.
But contrary to her evil thoughts, Barry only seemed mildly interested in Iris's comments. He took a quick glance at her phone and then went back to what was more important: his ice cream cone.
Caitlin fondly wondered if maybe Barry really was taking her advice to heart. It made her feel warm inside that Barry would actually listen to her and try to see beyond just Iris.
Her phone buzzed again, but this time, it was a notification from her school app. Caitlin clicked on it quickly to see if there was a surprise last minute assignment or if a minor grade was posted.
It caught her completely off-guard to see the notification was for a grade change for her most recent exam in bio-tech.
She could only hold her phone in shock, staring at the giant zero that glared back at her, the deep red tone of the 0 a stark contrast against the white website. She had to be looking at it wrong. She had to be.
There was no way her grade changed from a 97% to a 0%. Absolutely no way—
"What's wrong?" Barry asked, sensing her oncoming panic attack.
She wordlessly handed him her phone and slumped back in her seat. Her body completely numb.
There was no way.
Barry glanced at her phone before looking back up to her. Then he looked back down at the phone trying to process what he saw.
"I think it's time for an impromptu tutoring lesson."
"This isn't funny, Barry."
"It's probably just some grading mistake with the computer," Barry rationalized. "We just need to write him an email and let him know about the error and I'm sure he or the TA will fix it right back in no time."
"Okay," Caitlin agreed with a nod of her head, though her head remained low as her brain pounded loudly in her skull. "Okay, yeah. That makes sense. Grading error," she breathlessly mumbled to herself, "That's all it is. He's gonna fix it. And my grade won't be a 31% after he fixes it."
"I'll help you write the email to him," Barry said reassuringly, "Everything's going to be alright."
With a determined sniff, Caitlin raised her head. "Let's write this email."
It took Barry five minutes of deliberation before he presented his draft on how the email should look:
Professor Stein,
(In the words of Barry: "The key is to be as passive aggressive as possible, so no 'dear.' 'Dears' are for chumps.")
I received an E on my exam for your Biotechnology class. My grade was a 97%, which is not apparent on my test report anymore. An A, as you may or may not know, is representative of high achievement, which is the only thing I have put into this class. An E, however, is not in the least, a reflection of my efforts, and I certainly would not be pleased with this, much less, my future employers. This may have stemmed from a clerical error on your part, so I would appreciate it if you could change the grade.
Best,
Caitlin Snow
Barry hummed his approval at his draft. "Maybe we should add your middle initial in it too. Nothing says negative internal feelings like a middle initial."
Caitlin groaned and put her hands on her face, though she had started to feel better after Barry talked her down from her rising anxiety. "This is the worst email I have ever read. I am not sending this. He's going to give me an even worse grade now because of your letter!"
"You mean he's going to give you a negative score?" Barry teased once he realized Caitlin was in a better mindset.
"Oh, shut up."
When she opened her email to work on her own letter (one that was not downright patronizing the professor), she realized that she had already received an email from Stein.
The email read:
See me after class tomorrow.
Stein
Caitlin let her phone rest on the table and pressed the heels of her hands on her eyelids to quell the stinging of oncoming tears. "I don't know what's going on, Barry."
"Do you want me to stay with you after class tomorrow?"
Caitlin bit her lower lip and nodded, too overcome with anxiety to say any words.
"Stop biting your lip, Cait, you're going to bruise it with all that worrying. Everything is going to be just fine. I know it."
She nodded again and folded her hands on the table to form a pillow for her to rest her head on.
"Can I turtle you?" Barry asked, a hint of shyness coming from his tone.
Caitlin hesitated for a moment and she was glad her face was hidden in her arms for she could not help the light blush to her cheeks when she gave him a tiny nod.
A hand reached over from the other side of the table and hesitantly brushed the top of her head. Then, with growing confidence, Barry ran his fingers through her long hair, just barely grazing her scalp. It felt good. Too good.
She never knew head scratches could feel this damn good. No wonder Barry asked for it all the time.
After a few minutes of silence, while Barry soothingly comforted her, he said softly, "He probably wants to see you after class to explain the error and how he's going to fix it or something."
Poking her with a finger on the side of her head, Barry teased, "Plus, it's not like you actually got a 0. I mean, I'm pretty sure you get points for writing your name on the exam. You did spell your name correctly, right? You sure you used a 'C' for Caitlin instead of a 'K' for Killer?"
Caitlin realized that Barry did make a really good point. She may have believed she got a D or a C and sure she would be devastated by that, but she could believe it.
Classes like bio-tech were the kind of course where you could study your brains out and still manage to score badly if you didn't specifically learn that one concept in the chapter that was explained in maybe two sentences tops. But Caitlin felt like she had understood a decent amount of the content on the exam she had taken and what she didn't fully know, she used the concepts she had learned previously to apply to the questions and she felt like she had done alright. She felt like she had earned that 97%.
So really, she shouldn't be worried. Because there was no way she got absolutely no questions correct on the exam.
"Hello?" Barry sang, "Earth to Caitlin with a 'K'."
"I really greater than three you, Barry." Caitlin smiled, feeling slightly better after her reasoning.
"Really? After I just gave you the best turtle of your life?"
"Yes."
"No, you don't," Barry retorted. "You less than three me because I melt your frozen ice cream heart."
"Fine. I less than or equal to three you," she conceded. "There. Now, I can either less than three you or three you which isn't less than three, so it isn't really love."
It was the first time they put into words what the symbol '(3' actually stood for and for some reason, it made Caitlin's literal less than three beat a little faster.
"Well, that doesn't make sense either because greater than three isn't three either, so three is neither love nor hate…"
"It's indifference," Caitlin finished, knowing exactly where Barry was headed.
"'The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference,'" Barry quoted, "Elie Wiesel."
Indifference, Caitlin pondered. She wondered if that was what she felt towards Barry, though in the deepest part of her, she knew immediately that it was not true. She had told Felicity a while ago that there was no way she was in love with Barry.
And that fact still stood true. She wasn't in love with Barry. But she did feel something.
Just from the way he sat with her and comforted her when she was filled to the brim with anxiety… The way he held his distance when he knew she needed space, but knew exactly when to come forward and initiate contact when she was craving touch… The way his words comforted her and the way his words distracted her and saved her when her own thoughts were drowning everything else.
All the ways Barry was simply Barry made Caitlin pretty damn close to falling in… something.
So, no, Caitlin did not feel indifferent to Barry and she certainly did not hate him. But she couldn't say she loved him. She couldn't be less than three.
The less than symbol was a symbol of inequality and if there was anyone stuck on the less than side in the inequality of love, it was Caitlin Snow.
She was always the less than in her relationship with Ronnie. Less than his research project, less than his other friends, and less than just about any other commitment in his life. She was part of his life, she was just… less.
He didn't need her the way she needed him and it showed.
With Barry, they needed each other for their altruistic relationship. Reciprocity was part of the deal.
They needed each other equally to succeed in whatever their individual goals were.
But in terms of feelings, Caitlin refuted the idea of being unequal. She couldn't do that to herself ever again.
She would never be less than ever again. If she allowed herself to feel anything more for Barry, she would be part of an inequality because Iris would always be greater than in Barry's equation.
Though he tried to grow and see Iris away from the pedestal he had placed her on, Caitlin knew that in comparison with Iris, Caitlin Snow would always be… less. Unequal.
She had accepted her role in Barry's life. She was his equal in their endeavor to better their lives. She was his equal in the ways that mattered. Nothing more, nothing less. She was fine with that.
Really, she was.
She had other things to worry about besides her lingering feelings for Barry Allen and her unwelcoming, disparaging thoughts about her basically non-existent love life.
School was something Caitlin always put first and right now, her grades were potentially in danger. Thoughts on Barry had to be put on hold. Perhaps indefinitely. She was fine with that.
Really, she was.
Pulling her back from her thinking, Barry smiled. "You want to head back to—"
And just when Caitlin thought she had experienced enough twists and turns and terrible surprises in her day, she saw the outline of a girl running towards them.
As the person got closer, Caitlin was able to make out the figure of Nora, the high schooler she had taken on a tour of STAR labs, and was taken aback to see her bounding over with so much energy.
She didn't really think she had left such a lasting impact on the young girl that Nora would be that excited to see her, but just as Caitlin was about to wave and say a greeting to the girl, Nora beamed at the Superman ice cream covered boy sitting across from her and shouted, "Dad!"
Author's Note: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Also, I heard The Flash officially ended. I'm gonna to be completely honest, I stopped watching around season 5 or 6 cause I thought it was just getting... not good lmao. I am so glad this fic is an AU, so don't worry, I will definitely be finishing this fic and already have a plan on where I want to go, but I couldn't really watch any more of the actual show, which sucks cause the first three seasons were so amazing! If any of you watched the show finale, let me know if it's worth catching up on the rest of the seasons and finishing cause I am curious where all the characters ended up (but mostly Caitlin lol).
Anyway, please leave a review if you enjoyed this chapter cause reviews fuel me and I will see you all for the next chapter!
-Basil