One After Another (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)
Chapter 2
Part 2; Cicada makes his appearance. Cisco talks about giving up his powers in fear of putting his son in danger after he has to fake his own death. Cicada attacks reader in her home, causing her to go into early labor.
Warning(s); Labor (Which I did not write out since it’s weird for me to write, you’re welcome)
Tag list; @thebloodrobin
Story list; Chapter 1 , Chapter 3 ,
. . .
Your footsteps take you down the halls of STAR Labs in alert. Caitlin had sent a startled call revealing a new meta had attacked not just Barry, but Ralph and Cisco, and Cisco had been injured to where his powers were lost.
Your breaths are short as you make it to the cortex, one hand at your stomach as the other rested on the door, Dante looking up from where he and Nora sat at the control panel, “Mom,”
“Where’s your father?” You heave, Dante standing to gesture to Caitlins lab, your figure moving past him and into said lab with sore feet,
“This is definitely Dark Matter, but these levels of concentration are unlike any dark matter levels I’ve seen before,” Caitlin steps back upon your arrival, her eyes moving causing Cisco to look up from his wrapped hands, face relaxing when he sees you,
“What the hell happened?” You demand, moving in front of Cisco to take one of his hands, staring down at where the palm had been patched,
“I’m okay,” Cisco reassures, and you look up to his face, eyes narrowed,
“That’s not what I asked, and I know you’re lying,”
His eyebrows flick up testingly, where you- barely- press you finger to his palm, his hand jerking away as he hissed, glaring at you in irritation,
“Ow! Don’t- do that!” He demands, and you mock his eyebrow raise, glancing to Caitlin,
“How bad is it?”
“The cuts are pretty deep. But they should heal in a few weeks, give or take,” She nods, Cisco huffing and drops his hands to rest at your stomach,
“I’ll be fine. I swear,” He assures, where you put your hands overtop his, nodding, lightly,
“Hey guys?” Barry calls, your head turning towards the Cortex so Cisco tapped your stomach with his fingers, letting you step back so he could stand up,
“We have a big problem,” Barry states, pointing to Iris,
“I just talked to Captain Singh and he said that Gridlock was killed during his transport to Iron Heights,”
“Gridlocks dead?” Dante asks, arms crossed as he looks to Nora,
“How?” Caitlin asks,
“Not sure,” Iris sighs, “I interviews everyone that was there and no one knows. But I did some digging...” She nods to the TV screen so you turned, eyes staring at the fallen video camera, followed by heavy breathing,
“What is that?” You ask, shortly, looking to Cisco,
“Sounds like the guy who just attacked us,” Ralph answers, your eyebrows raising in question,
“Attacked you? Is that thing even human?”
“Yes,” Nora nods, turning, “Cicada,”
“Who’s Cicada?”
. . .
“We never catch him?”
“Probably because he can take everyone’s powers with the dagger that basically sliced Cisco’s hand,” You try, Dante nodding,
“So we’re basically dealing with a Jack the Ripper,” Cisco sighs, leaning on the back of your chair, “Amazing,”
“What else do you know about him?” You ask, hand reaching to grasp Cisco’s at your upper arm,
“Just that he...,” Nora pauses, “He’s early,”
“What do you mean, early?” Barry asks,
“In our history, Cicadas first victim was a meta named Floyd Belkin. He never killed Gridlock, or Block, completely different victims,” Dante answers.
“Because the timeline changed,” Barry states
“There’s no telling what kind of effect this made to the timeline, or why kind of future Nora and Dante are going to go back to,” You inform, “We need to catch this Cicada guy, fast,”
“You mean catch the guy future us can’t catch?” Cisco asks, hand pulling from yours to rub at the palm, “Right, I thought beating the thinker was hard,”
. . .
“So your plan is to contact Herr Wells?”
You stand with your hands curled under your stomach, eyes staring at Nora and Dante beside each other, Iris and Barry at their sides,
“I know in the future you guys never bring in a Wells to help you catch Cicada,” Nora nods, “So if you want a different result this time,”
“We try something new,” You nod, Nora glancing at you with a smile,
“It’s a great idea,” Barry shrugs with a grin, and you look over when Cisco steps next to you, eyes on his phone,
“‘Cept it’s not,” He mutters, your brows furrowing as Barry leans to look at him,
“What?”
“It’s a terrible idea,” Cisco looks up from his phone, shaking his head, “If you’re looking for cooperation, trust me, this is not your guy,” He huffs, eyes back on his phone, “He is just an asshat,”
“Don’t be harsh,” You order, Cisco looking at you in disbelief,
“I’m sorry, I’m being harsh?”
“Yes,” You nod, your husband nodding back and gesturing to the communication device on the table
“Go ahead, call him, see if you don’t get a steaming pile of side-eye,”
“You’re being dramatic, Cis,” You shake your head, watching Nora press a few buttons before the hologram of an older Harrison Wells appears, turning with a scoff,
“The Flash,” You hear Cisco scoff next to you,
“Wait for it,”
“I love the Flash,” Herr Wells swoons, and you grin as Barry smiles, “Oh, you Barry Allen, yah? With the zoom, zoom, and the defy the physic laws and gravity, always with some style and Grace, yah,”
“Thanks, man,” Barry laughs, shaking his head,
“Das Kinder Flash,” Herr Wells gasps, hands together as he looks to Nora, “Child of the Flash.”
His eyes quickly move to you, where you smile in greet, “Sister Flash, of course!” He cheers, Cisco looking up from his phone with a glare, “Raving in your natural beauty, carrying a child, no?”
“I am, thank you,” You smile, glancing to Dante, “But, listen, we need your help capturing a meta human serial killer, Cicada?”
“Unfortunately I’m otherwise occupied, unable to assist you at this time,”
“You can’t?” Nora pleas,
“Nein,” Herr answers, shaking his head once, so you frowned in disappointment, “But I have done one better and called someone who can, this man is a legend, this man is the greatest detective in all the Multiverse, so I’ve attached his coordinates if you want to look at them,”
You nod as Nora leans into her computer, “Okay, got them,”
Iris looks up and over at Cisco behind her, eyebrows raised knowingly,
“What? You want me to breach him here?” Cisco snips, holding up his bandaged hands, “Hello? I just got Benihana’d. Hurts a little bit. Why don’t we just breach him here the old fashioned way?”
“Thank you, Herr Wells,” You hand Cisco the small device, smiling brightly, “This is great,”
“Privilege and an honor to help you, Flash, and Sister Flash, bye, Kinder Flash, and, Sister Flash, good luck on baby Flash,” Herr winks to Dante, vanishing from his spot,
“Okay, you know what, let’s just get this master detective out here,” Cisco mumbles, sticking out the extrapolator in front of him so a breach formed, a shadowed figure appearing almost instantly,
Your brows furrow as a Harrison Wells with sunglasses step out, Cisco lowering his arm, “Well,” The Wells starts, pulling off his jacket, “I imagined your earth would be colder. Harrison Sherloque Wells at your service, I’m here to catch your killer,”
. . .
A small hum from the television in front of you begins to lull you asleep. The apartment is empty as Cisco and Dante were both still at the labs, so when you hear the small creak of the floorboards, your body is wide awake and on high alert,
You sit up and glance over your shoulder, eyes slowly scanning the dark kitchen connected to the living room, hoping and praying you wouldn’t spot any movement,
The small, orange glow feet behind you indicates that Cicadas dagger was present, the dagger rising showing that cicada, too, was there,
“Cicada,” You whisper, hand slowly reaching out to your phone next to you, eyes watching as the man stepped forward, into the lighting of the television.
“Where is Vibe?” He asks, questionably, eyes narrowed under his mask as you swallow, free hand under your stomach,
“I don’t know who Vibe is,” You answer, calmly, slowly rising to stand, “I wouldn’t know where he is,”
“Don’t lie!” Cicada jerking forward causes you to push to your feet, knees hitting the coffee table so you stumbled, catching yourself with the wall behind the television, eyes wide in alert, “Tell me where Vibe is, and I might let you live,”
“I don’t know who Vibe is!” You shriek, feeling a tightness in your stomach, “Please, I don’t,”
“You’re going to have a lovely family, Miss Ramon,” Cicada says, lowly, stepping forward as you curl a hand under your stomach, body sinking to squat down, hand clutching your phone to your side, “Id hate to take away your husband, too,”
“Please, I don’t know who Vibe is,” You plea, eyes glimmering with tears. You force your thumb to press the alert button, sniffling as you drop your phone next to you,
Cisco looks over from his goggles at the beep of his phone, his eyes staring at the alert screen before he picks up the device, scanning the pinpointed address before his eyes widen, pushing to stand up and grab his suit,
Barry looks at Iris in alert at his own phone, speeding off so he skid to a stop in the living room of your apartment, your head ducked as you hiccup, “He has Cisco,” You choke out, and look up, “Barry,” Your brother moves forward, sinking down so he saw where your grey leggings were soaked, “My water broke,”
. . .
“Guys,” Barry speeds to a stop in the middle of the cortex, body tilted to hold you up as your hand clutched at your shirt, “Y/Ns going into labor,”
“What?” Barry hears Cisco hiss into his earpiece, Iris looking up from where she leaned over the control panel, “She’s six weeks early!”
“Cicada must have triggered it,” Barry let’s Caitlin- who showed up quickly once Barry first contacted her- move you to her lab, “Cisco, where are you?”
“I don’t know!” Cisco panics, looking around at the trees, “Some forest- is Y/N okay?”
“Caitlins got her,” Iris reassures, “Can you breach here?”
“Have you forgotten that my hands are fucked up?” Cisco shoots back, “God- dammit. Y/N, hold on! I’m coming!”
“I hear field crickets,” Sherloque hums, Barry pinching his brows, ignoring your cry of pain, “I know where he is,” He is quick to speed off, Nora following in quick steps behind him, Dante bouncing on his feet before disappearing, too.
“Okay, Y/N,” Caitlin breathes, hands at your knees as you pinch your eyes shut, opening your eyes to stare at a spot on the ceiling, “You’re ready to start pushing,”
“Without Cisco?” You heave, lifting your head, “How- I can’t, Cait,”
“Y/N, you can,” Your best friend encourages, “And you will. Now I need you to take a deep breath okay? And push with my counts,”
. . .
Despite all the commotion in the cortex, your eyes seem steady on the wrapped bundle on your chest. Your breaths had evened out- despite the headache in your temple and the paint in your thighs- smile light in awe,
“Caitlin, I’m fine!” Cisco’s shout causes you to look up, seeing him pull his arm- which had a gash at the shoulder- away from the doctor, his eyes flicking to you, “Dante,”
You hold a finger to your lips and smile, Cisco moving up to you with his hand at the gash, his eyes flicking from you to the infant, who shifts at the sudden voices,
Cisco exhales a laugh, your eyes shifting to his shoulder with a slight frown, “Cisco,”
“I’m okay,” He whispers, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed, “Promise,”
“We have a baby,” You grin, Cisco’s eyes finally leaving Dante to look at you, his hand not on his shoulder reaching up to cup your face, pulling you in to press his lips against yours, twice,
His forehead bumps yours, head turning to look back down to Dante when he whines, Cisco leaning back so his could extend his hands,
“Easy,” You nod to his shoulder, watching him nod once as he moves to lean against your pillow, shifting Dante against his shirt, carefully,
“Look at him,” He murmurs, your head leaning on his uninjured shoulder, hand on his, “He’s got your nose,”
“We already know everything he’s got,” You remind, nodding to the door where adult Dante stood, next to Nora and behind Barry,
Cisco follows your gaze, smiling as he glances back down to the infant. “Let Caitlin fix your shoulder,” You murmur, Cisco reluctantly handing you back your child.
“Hey,” Cisco pauses as he stands up, leaning back down to press a kiss to your lips, then to your forehead, “I’m so proud of you, mi amor,”
You smile back, looking up at Barry when he holds out his hands, hopefully.
. . .
“It’s almost like you’re really dead,”
You lean back in your chair, Dante rested against your chest as you read the screen, where the words- “VIBE DEAD” showed in front of you,
“Yeah,” Cisco heaves, arm now in a sling and free hand at the back of your shoulder, “I almost really was,” Cisco sighs, running his hand through his hair, “How the hell are we gonna catch this guy?”
“Not without our powers, we know that at least,” Nora frowns, and your eyes widen in realization, Barry’s brows furrowing at your expression,
“I never got my powers back,” You exhale, Cisco looking down to the anxiety etched on your face, “What if they’re gone for good? I- Cecile has hers, still,”
“Hey,” Cisco calms, kneeling down so he was even to you, “For all we know, they could be slow coming back- maybe your body just has to heal, you just gave birth, it’ll take time,”
Your tense shoulders relax, eyes shutting as you nod, “Right. Right, yeah. Sorry,”
“We don’t know much else, either,” Sherloque continues, “Variations in the timeline, they’ve shifted the elements, complicated the equation.
“Not all those elements are bad though,” Barry smiles over to Dante and Nora, “You two could be the elements that save us- you could be the reason we catch Cicada,”
“I must admit, miss Nora here pulled the rug right under from Cicada,” Sherloque laughs,
“That’ll be the only fake death we’re gonna see around here ‘cause you’re sticking around until you pay us back every cent,” Cisco reminds
“Well I have to say, prospect of another mystery with Cicada puts a little pep in my step,” Sherloque states, gesturing to where you had stood up and now bounced Dante, “And now with two Dante Ramons, I sense this will get quite entertaining,”
“It’s gonna be weird, for sure,” You nod, Cisco’s free arm sliding to rub the back of your neck as you move to his side, “Two Dante’s in one house? We’ll see,”
“We probably should get you two home,” Cisco speaks, stepping back as he glances to Barry,
“Get some rest,” Barry orders, finger pointed, “Both of you,”
“Dont worry,” Dante stuffs his hands in his pockets, “I’ll help. Any time I get to spend with younger me, I’ll take,”
You wink at Barry and laugh, Cisco nodding for Dante to follow, shaking his head as you murmur to him about how he must record Dante holding himself for the first time.
