recklessthings | ϟ barry allen

Three years.

[Which is a very long time for her to have forgotten but Barry is trying not to worry about it too much.]

I was struck by lightning when a particle accelerator exploded and I was in a coma for nine months. You were the doctor taking care of me.

Oh...

[Her eyes are wide; it's a lot to take in. She moves closer of her own accord now, studying his face carefully.]

You look like you've recovered well from the trauma. Your pupils are at a normal diameter, and you don't appear to be suffering from involuntary tremors.

[And maybe she's just frightened enough to fall back on diagnosing him as a way to confirm that she still knows something.]

[And he smiles a bit at that, because that is very Caitlin.]

I did. You took very good care of me.

[Which he's always appreciated and probably hasn't thanked her for enough.]

When I woke up, that's when I discovered I was a metahuman. You helped make sure that I didn't overdo it with my new physiology. I probably wouldn't be standing here right now if it wasn't for you.

[A flush comes over the apples of her cheeks then.]

I don't suppose you ever managed to tell me your name over those three years? I'm sorry, but... [He seems so genuine.] I don't recognize you at all.

Right. Sorry, that's totally fair.

[He takes a breath and holds a hand out to her.]

I'm Barry. Allen.

[She accepts his hand and squeezes it firmly, though her eyes keep searching his for answers that aren't presenting themselves.]

It's nice to meet you, Barry. Again, I guess.

[She bites on the edge of her bottom lip.] Hopefully, we'll be able to get your friend back soon.

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Well, if there's anyone who can do it, it's you and me.

[Teamwork makes the dream work.]

But first things first, we have to figure out how this happened in the first place.

You said it had something to do with the lab, right? If there's any way to figure it out, the evidence might still be there. If something was stolen, we might be able to figure out what's missing.

That's true. Are you sure you're feeling up to heading back in there?

[She was a little shaky earlier, and if the lab is still as cold as it was, it might not be ideal working conditions for her.]

I'm going to have to be. Or... At least, we'll need to look into whatever HVAC issue affected the temperature like that.

[She's still a little unsteady on her feet, but that isn't going to stop her from trying to solve this issue. This Barry's already explained that he'll need her to interpret the medical data. She fidgets with the edge of her sleeve, and then freezes, looking back to him.]

Barry? New evidence suggests this might have been more than a burglary.

[She extends her wrist for him and pushes the cloth away from her skin long enough for him to see a neat row of still-healing injection sites traveling along the line of her artery.]

[He blinks for a moment, before he gently takes her arm to get a better look at the injection marks.]

They injected you with something?

Looks like several somethings.

[She tilts her head up to search his eyes for the answer of questions she hasn't thought to ask.]

Do you and I have any of enemies who might want me to forget something?

I don't think we have an enemies who know who you are who would use science to make you forget it.

[That much Barry does know. If this were a meta, it'd be a meta with memory abilities that wouldn't use a needle.]

Let's just go check out your lab and see what we find.

Right. You're right.

[She straightens herself and stays a half-step behind him, fully unwilling to admit that she can't quite remember the right direction to take.]

I'm sure there's a rational explanation for all of this. Nothing happens without reason.

[And Barry will lead the way slowly, and it's not like they have far to go. Caitlin's lab has always been close to the Cortex itself just in case there was a medical emergency.]

Agreed. And once we have an explanation, we can try and figure out how to reverse it.

[ when they return to the lab, it's every bit as cold and ominous as they left it. Caitlin shivers immediately, and rubs a phantom ache along her arm. ]

The frost accumulation doesn't seem to be centered a-around the ventilation shafts. It most likely didn't originate there. And you said it couldn't have been someone with abilities like yours?

On Tuesday, October 24, 2017, supertardiness - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org <javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:

[Yeah, and that frost is making him Wonder because Caitlin's Earth-2 counterpart did have frosty talents. But last he checked, Caitlin wasn't a meta.

Right? Did he miss something?]

Yeah, I mean - I've seen a meta do something like that before. But last I checked she was on a whole other Earth.

Well, at least superpowers are gender-inclusive.

[ She purses her lips and returns to her station, fussing over the notes. ]

Oh -- oh...

[ And then she's pulling the top sheet,away from the stack and sliding it into the middle where it'll be less likely to be seen. ]

[Yeah, Barry notices that, because he's observant like that, but he'll try not to push her and just go look over her shoulder curiously.]

Did you find something?

[But how could he possibly see through her stealthy ruse? She is being the most discreet.]

What? Find something? N-no, of course not.

[Such is the behavior of completely unsuspicious people.]

[Yep, and there will just be a look. A totally not suspicious look.]

Caitlin.

[And there's the tone. The "tell me what's happening right now" tone.]

Yes that's my name. Of course I recognize my name why wouldn't I do that? It's certainly got nothing to do with an invoice for psychopharmacology if that's what you're thinking of!

And frankly, I find it a little outrageous that you might even suggest such a thing.

[Barry's quiet for a moment, just watching as she rambles through all that.

Then holds out his hand for the clipboard. He's not going to be able to help you if you're keeping secrets from him, Cailtin.]

[But she was so convincing! She lets the silence linger in the air for a long moment after. And then she snatches the paperwork and deposits it in his hand, thoroughly sulking.

The invoice in question details a list of chemicals, mostly. It's all medications, hallucinogens, antidepressants and others. The quantities are small enough for single use, processed dutifully with Caitlin's own signature at the bottom. Subsequent attached pages quickly deconstruct into genetic jargon, but the end goal seems to be to suppress or inhibit something.]

[His head tips to the side as he studies it for a moment and then he looks back up at her again.]

It looks like you were trying to suppress something.


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