Prompt: One-shot where there would be a meta and he would make multiple Barry’s but only one would be the real one and even though Iris would be his girlfriend the one who would figure which one is real would be the reader and Barry would realize that he’s dating the wrong girl
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A/N: I made Iris really bitchy for no reason. No hate to Iris…
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Two more Flashes appear out of thin air as the meta-human runs off. “Uh,” I say “Cisco, we have a problem,”
“What is happening out there?” Iris’s voice comes through the earpiece. Barry’s girlfriend. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with that. I like Iris and all but, I just don’t think she’s best for him I guess. She led him on for so long, and now she suddenly is so interested in him. “Y/n!”
“Yeah uh, our meta-human multiplied the Flash,”
“What,”
“Yeah, there’s um three of him,”
She begins to talk again but an overwhelming static drowns her out. “If you don’t find the right Flash in the next hour, all of them will die,”
A shiver runs down my spine, turning off the comms I face Barry. How can I do this? Do they all have the same memories? Something has to be off.
“Okay, so hi,” I sigh, “Barry, I don’t know which one you are yet, but we’re going to get through this,” like everything else. I’ve been friends with Barry since forever, or it seems like it. But really it’s been since we’ve been fifteen. I’ve been with him for all of it. For reverse flash, becoming the flash, his father’s death. Compared to that this is nothing right?
I only have an hour.
“So, can you guys speed over to Star Labs?” I ask, “Or do you not have the-” I’m cut off by a gust of wind, speeding off by one of them and into Star Labs. “You can put me down now,” I comment.
“Oh right,”
“Woah,” Iris says, running over from the desk.
“Yeah, uh” should I tell her? That her boyfriend could be dead in an hour if we don’t figure this out, “I got a message from the meta-human. If we don’t find the real Barry, he’ll die”
“What!” she exclaims, “Why did you tell us this,”
“I just got it, and I,” I sigh, “We shouldn’t argue, just figure out which one is him,”
“You get Cisco and Caitlin. I’ll find out which one is him,”
“Okay,” she can find out which one is him, she knows him better after all. So I walk out of the cortex, to find someone who might be able to help.
After several calls, I come up dry. I have no idea where either they have found themselves. With only twenty minutes left, I walk back praying that Iris has gotten something.
“Barry I please, just,” Iris says.
“I guess you haven’t figured it out,”
“Why don’t you try huh,” she snaps. Ignoring her I walk up to them, their masks are now off. Not that it helps any, they all look the same.
“Do they all have the same memories?” I ask.
“From what I’ve tried yes,”
“What about feeling?” I turn back to look at her, “Like they might all know when you first met but what about when you fell in love or connected,”
“I didn’t try that,”
I nod, “Um one of you, come with me, one of you go with Iris” Facing Iris I say, “Try to talk to him separately it might give you something,” I led him into a separate room. “Okay, so you know when we met,”
“In Miss Quinn’s science class,” he laughs, “We were lab partners, I split a beaker of saltwater all over you,”
I smile softly, “When did you know we were friends, not when we started calling each other friends, or hung out outside of school. But you knew that we were friends.”
It takes him a minute to reply before he says, “We were working on a project, at your house. We needed to work outside of school to finish it, we kept goofing off in class.” he pauses in remembrance, “And I remember just sitting with you when we were walking. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was peaceful and nice. And I don’t remember getting much work done because I kept thinking that you- you were someone who I wanted in my life forever. How if we didn’t make it through high school it would devastate me,”
I blink away the tears in my eyes, “I never knew,”
“When was yours?” he asks.
“It was the same day, expect later. When we abandoned the work and were walking around the neighborhood. We couldn’t stop laughing about nothing, and couldn’t stop talking. I was weird, cause before my friendships were not at all like that and I realized that this was what friends and it was so natural,” I look up at him, “And that same feeling you had about never wanting to lose that. When I learned that you could die if I didn’t find the right you-I, couldn’t” I sigh, “Talking to you know I know, that same feeling is back. That talking to you is so easy, and I know it’s you, Barry,” in an instant I’m wrapped into his arms.
After a while he says, “How does he know you choose,”
Turning back on the comms I say, “I choose,”
“Oh let’s just hope it’s the right one,” I grab Barry’s hand as we wait for whatever is going to happen to occur.
A scream makes us jump in our spots, running out into the cortex to two piles of dust. “Wait, Barry?” Iris says running into his arms.
“I found him,” I say, “Um I’m really tired from tonight, I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow”
“Bye,” Iris says, before kissing Barry.
Once again a shiver runs down my spine.
It takes me a couple of days to get back to Star Labs. And not just because I was behind at work, but it sure was a good excuse to use. My thoughts were never put to rest about Barry. The feeling when we talked earlier, about how we knew we were friends. That feeling came back in waves and now I can’t help but always smile when I think about him.
But of course, I’m never going to tell him that I have these feelings. Not that these are romantic… right? But he has Iris anyway and he’s happy, isn’t he? He is happy I mean he’s dating his first love, his dream girl. And I’m happy being just his friend, aren’t I?
“Y/n?” Barry’s voice carries from the living room.
“Barry,” my feet bring me from my bedroom, “Why are you here,”
“I- uh haven’t seen you in a couple of days and I couldn’t wait anymore,”
“Wait for what?” instead of answering the question is lips were on mine. Suddenly all of the thoughts clicked into place. This is what I want.
When I pull away I ask, “Iris?”
“I realized something when you found out which one was me, I-” he pauses, “I never liked Iris, like I liked you,”
A soft smile grows on my lips, “I’m glad,”
“You are?”
Like he did before my answer comes in the form of a kiss.
A/n- Sorry this took so long to post. I had this in my drafts for a while. I wrote the first part and then just never finished it.
