Ronnie writhed in pain over on Earth 3; burned and bruised as he was ripped apart from his fusion in anguish by the evil Deathstorm, also known as Martin Stein. Before he knew it, he was hurling through a breach in the speed force, much like what had happened to him when he was initially pulled apart in the singularity back on Earth 1.
He saw all sorts of timelines and parallels; differing renditions of himself as his peers until a flash of gold lighting tossed him through a another breach, which in turn spit him out onto a mild mannered suburban street in a fiery, charged heap. He smacked the pavement harshly with a bounce and roll, landing stomach and fave down to the gravel with a pained groan. He was still dressed in the clothes he wore the day he left the love of his life behind and disappeared forever, except now they were tattered and ripped; his face bloody and cut, marled with soot from his previously charred form.
He would heal; he always did, but for now, he grunted under his breath, trying to table himself to all fours but still too broken and weak.
Caitlin froze, unable to call tension back into her limbs. This seemed to be a trend since her time spent locked away as Zoomâs pet. Get it together, Caitlin. Her mind screamed for her to take charge and continue on with her journey. Nights like these, Caitlin wished that sheâd have the privilege to hear the sound of Ronnieâs laughter. It used to echo in her ears when the wind would hollow. Her fright triggered his glee because Dr. Snow jumped at the first loud clang but ran fearlessly into the crusade for the common good of this city.Â
The bend in the light and (seemingly) space flashed across her vision. Caitlin couldnât confirm what sheâd seen at her feet. The familiar threads and random patches of soot sent a shock through her body. Was this a dream? A nightmare spun to break you? She thought to herself. Caitlin couldnât trust what she thought anymore; not with the other woman calling to her in her sleep.Â
The street lamps flooded the suburban sidewalk and chased away the shadows. It flecked over the strong jaw of the man who had sprawled out against the cool hardtop. âR-Ronnie..â she gasped dropping down to her knees. Caitlin gingerly reached out with a lagging hesistation. What if this was a mirage? A trick of the eye.Â
His palm crunched the loose stone and dirt of the road beneath him as he once again tried to rise, only to tumble back down. His body was spent; every last ounce of nuclear energy having been drained from him whilst traveling in the speed force. As footsteps neared, he could only hope they were friendly, given he simply didn't possess the means to fight back.
Then, as a nude high heel came into his view, his name sweetly rolled off the lips of the beautiful woman above. There was no way - how could it be? What were the chances? He tipped his head up, using his forearm to prop himself just enough to determine that it was in fact who he thought he heard. Either that, or he hit his head harder than he thought when being forcibly separated. "Cait?" He asked inquisitively, rolling onto his hip as a pained expression painted his face and drowned his azure eyes.
Ronnie's hand reached for hers; silver band still encircling his ring finger. He had never taken it off, even when all hope had been lost. "If it's you, I am so sorry I left..." He apologized with a cough, having sworn that if he ever saw her again that was the first thing he was going to do.












