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the fury of firestormpart one

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the fury of firestorm
part one

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THE SMELL OF pancakes blew across Anna's face, causing her to scrunch up her nose and open her eyes. She blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands as she slowly sat up. Her stomach growled and she furrowed her eyebrows, wondering who the hell was in her apartment cooking pancakes. She slipped out of bed and slid her feet into a pair of fuzzy pink slippers that matched the pyjama shorts she was wearing—a Christmas gift from Shannon—before taking a glance at her horrifying appearance in the mirror before shrugging and turning toward her bedroom door.

Anna yanked her hair up into a ponytail and bolted out of her bedroom, skidding to a stop in her kitchen where Barry stood with his back turned to her. "Bartholomew," she said in a singsong voice, causing Barry to glance over his shoulder to glare at her. She tested her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at her boyfriend. "What the hell are you doing in my kitchen at..." she glanced at the clock, her eyes widening. "Holy hell, it's noon. Why the hell are you making me pancakes at noon?"

Barry glanced over his shoulder once again, his lips curling up into a small smile. "Good morning to you too, sleepyhead," he said and looked back down at the stovetop. "I have some things to tell you. And I know we're already slammed with the whole... you know, Zoom thing, but I have to tell you."

Anna's smile dropped, her eyes dropping to the floor as the holographic five-year anniversary article blinked through her memory, sending a chill down her spine. "Go ahead, Barr," she said and walked over to her boyfriend, leaning up against the counter next to him.

"Stein isn't doing so great. He's deteriorating fast and the only way we can help him is if we find someone else for him to bond with," Barry explained and dropped a pancake onto a plate, glancing over at Anna briefly as he grabbed the bowl of pancake mix behind her. "We're gonna go track down the compatible guys later to see if they'll be down for merging with him. We're just hoping they'll agree and save his life."

"He's gotten worse since last night?" Anna asked and folded her arms over her chest, frowning as she looked down at her pink slippers. "He seemed pretty okay when I left."

Barry nodded and poured more pancake mix onto the pan, pursing his lips once it began to sizzle quietly. "Yeah, he was fine last night. But when I got there this morning, we almost lost him," he said and rested his hand on Anna's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "But we'll figure this out. Just like we always do."

"I hope so, Barr," she whispered and lifted her head, meeting his eyes. "What was the other thing?"

"Patty found shark teeth at a crime scene and says that a witness saw a shark walking around Central City," he said and looked back at the pan, flipping over the pancake to reveal a perfectly golden side. "We've seen a lot, but a man-shark seems a little bit impossible."

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"Says the man who is the impossible," Anna said and nudged the boy with her elbow, smiling softly at him. "Did you test the teeth? See where they came from?"

"Didn't get a chance to. Cisco texted me right before I was gonna test them," Barry replied and set the last pancake down onto a plate, shutting off the stovetop and sliding the pan to the side. "Voila!"

Anna smiled and looked at the pile of perfectly cooked pancakes, raising her eyebrows. "You're a genius, a speedster, and you can cook? Damn, marry me now," she joked and let out a laugh, causing Barry to frown slightly. Her smile faded quickly and she looked away from the boy, her eyes glossing over. "I'm sorry, Barr... I didn't mean to— I'm sorry."

"No. No, it's okay. I just... I wish it didn't have to end for you the way that it is, you know?" He said and looked down at the floor, chewing his bottom lip. He sighed and folded his arms over his chest, leaning up against the island across from Anna. "You know, I kept my hand on your chest the whole night to make sure you were breathing because I was terrified that something would happen to you while I slept. For most of the night, I was watching your chest rise and fall just to be sure you were breathing properly. I lost count of how many times I almost had a heart attack because you coughed, or your breathing faltered for a second, or if you didn't change positions as often as you should.

"I think I slept for a solid four hours last night while you slept perfectly. I couldn't keep my eyes off you because I was afraid that the minute I closed my eyes, something would happen and I wouldn't be able to stop it," he said and reached out, grabbing the strings on Anna's pyjama shorts, pulling her closer so he could snake his arms around her waist and pull her into a hug. "I was afraid to close my eyes because I didn't want to dream about you dying. I'm not sure what I would've done, Annie."

Anna pressed her cheek against Barry's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. She closed her eyes and slid her arms under his, clasping her hands together behind his back. "It's going to be okay," she said softly, sighing at her poor choice in words. She had never been someone who was good with words, probably never would be, and today was one of those days when she absolutely hated that personality trait. "I know it's scary, Barr, but everything will be okay. I'm scared too, but you'll make it through this. You'll be happy."

Barry tensed underneath Anna's touch, his arms falling from her waist to rest at his sides. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms away from him, slipping away from the counter. "The pancakes are getting cold," he muttered and grabbed the plate of pancakes, walking over to the dining table once he grabbed the maple syrup and two forks.

Anna furrowed her eyebrows and followed him closely, sitting down on a chair that had a plate next to it on the table. "You wanna tell me what I did wrong?" She questioned and tilted her head back so she could look at him as he shovelled two pancakes onto her plate. "All I said was that you'd be fine, Barry. And it's true, alright? You can't deny that you're going to be fine once I'm gone. You're gonna get married! How is that not you being fine?"

"Please, not now, Anna," he said calmly and sat down on a chair across the table from her, shaking his head once he met her eyes. "Just eat your food, please."

"How is that not you being fine?" Anna asked again, folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the back of her chair, her eyebrows knitting together even more. "Just answer my question, please."

Barry sighed, running his hand through his hair. He looked over toward the kitchen, staring at an enlarged photo of Anna, Shannon and Emily at Emily's wedding. "Because you're gonna die and I don't get to marry the person I know I want to spend the rest of my life with," he said and looked back at her, his green eyes drilling into her brown ones.

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