Barry Allen imagines

The Christmas miracle in his red suit

Short summary: Y/N Y/L/N is almost too kind, so kind it made her life a bit harder than it had to be. Listen to how one of her most unfortunate nights, became the most important in her life. Discover her in-real-life-Christmas miracle in Central City.

A/N: OK, so I know many of you are still waiting patiently for your requests, but I felt like posting something festive, bc people! It's December! And December equals Christmas! So to force myself to pull myself together, I made a little Christmas-special to y'all!

"Because of the bad weather, all trains have been canceled," A deep sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the bench in disappointment. Why did mother nature suddenly decide to hate me? I never did anything wrong! I always helped when needed: Gave old ladies my seat on the bus, never said no to people needing favors, I even held my hotel rooms tidy so the maids wouldn't get too much work! So why would the Gods above leave me stranded in Central City on Christmas eve?

"I'm sorry, Sammy but if Santa doesn't drop by to give me a lift home, there is no way I will get home to you guys in time," I tried to talk sense to my baby brother – though I already knew that was pointless.
"But you never know! Christmas is all about magical things and miracles, right? Now tell the rest that I love them, and will try my best to get home as soon as possible! OK bye, bubba," I hung up, and left the needy, crowded station with my hopes up something would save me – or better yet: Someone.

I realized within seconds that the guy on speaker earlier wasn't the describer-guy. Because when people say 'bad weather', some associate it with a bit windy and tons of rain. What was going on in Central City was a full on snowstorm. The wind was whiplashing, and the snow – something that usually caused a good, tingly feeling in my stomach, was now hurting my face and blinding me.

I tucked my thin scarf good around my neck and placed a pair of emergency-sunglasses on which hopefully, would cover my eyes from the white weapons of frozen, crystalline water. So there I went, in one of my least useful scarves, protecting 30% of my neck, and a pair of sunglasses that made me look like some sort of lame celebrity (because which stupid celebrity walks through a weather like this, and in sunglasses).

My feet were getting colder and stiffer by the minute, and all I wanted was to curl up in a warm place and cry. Though sunglasses were better than nothing at all, they really didn't help much. So as I staggered forwards, I promised myself that next time anyone from work needed me to cover for them, I would check the weather cast before accepting.

And as if the Angels had heard and listened to my thoughts and prays of mercy, I spotted Jitters. Suddenly my numb feet seemed to move faster. Please say it's good coffee, oh God, please.

The place was so crowded I first wondered if some famous artist was performing. Though I quickly learned there was more than me that needed asylum from outside.
"Excuse me, but where does the line start?" The lady in front of me turned, and gave me and my frosty self a pitiful smile while saying:
"I think it's at the corner of the counter, hun,"
"Thanks! And merry Christmas," I smiled back at her and dived deeper in the human see. Now, if I was a counter, where would I be?

"Hi, uh, sorry, I'm just trying to... yeah, thanks. Pardon me, yeah, sorry, I just need to get to the line, hehe, sorry?" I continued telling people to let me through, but looking back I probably moved 1 mile per hour – maybe two.
"Excuse- oh I'm so sorry!" My body had clumsily bumped into the person in front of me. My eyes that were currently staring at the ground, worked its ways upwards towards his face. Once I saw his deep, green eyes, it was impossible to look away. Never had I ever seen such beautiful eyes...