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[goodviberations]

Who: Cisco and Savitar
What: A much-needed conversation
Where: The park


Cisco has been thinking about it for days. Mick had mentioned- off-hand in that way of his when he doesn't realize what he's saying is a bombshell- that Caitlin had patched up a speedster. One with scars.

It had taken a couple hours just to even process it. Savitar. Here. After everything he and Team Flash had done to stop the guy, he was still here. Still in their lives. For a day after that, he was angry. Furious, even. He'd threatened Cisco's friends; threatened everything that mattered to him. But the more he thought about it- really thought about it- the more the anger faded. He wasn't ready to forgive him for what he'd done, but he was level-headed enough to remember Savitar's motivations. The loneliness. The solitude. Freezing him out could start the whole process all over again. And that? Cisco isn't willing to risk it.

So after another day of psyching himself up, Cisco reaches out. He can't bring himself to video chat, so he sends him a text instead.

Savitar, I think we should talk. I'll be at the park this afternoon.

And then he spends about ten minutes panicking. What if the speedster decides to murder him? But he shoves that thought away. He needs to do this. For himself, if no other reason.

So he makes his way to the park, planting himself on a free bench to wait.

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[vivifier]

He wasn't even going to respond to the text, much less show up in he park. His speed was still not fully restored, much less his healing ability. Plus, well. It wasn't as if he was somehow over everything that had happened to him. Being shunned by future team Flash. Abandoned because he wasn't the true Barry Allen.

A man he didn't even want to be anymore. A man he took great pains to avoid being.

But...he was pretty sure if he didn't respond, somehow either Kara or Bart would find out about it, and then he'd have to deal with having somehow upset the former or having to listen to the latter never shut up about it.

So. Slowly, he made his way to the park. Shooting off a text on his way.

Fine.

Eventually, he gets there. He finds Cisco, and stares him down. Unless he's got a dagger hidden in that cast and arm brace get up, Cisco, he's probably not going to kill you.

[goodviberations]

Cisco has about twenty minutes to seriously question his sanity while he waits. This is Savitar. The man had tried to kill every one of his friends. Had succeeded in killing HR. They'd spent nearly a year scared to death of him.

But he can't help thinking of Mick and Snart. Hadn't they done the same? Terrorized Team Flash, nearly killed several people close to him. They'd turned over new leaves, and Cisco trusted them. Mostly. If Savitar had any desire to move forward, then Cisco owed it to himself to give him the chance.

It still doesn't stop the instinctual thrill of fear when the speedster is standing in front of him. He didn't run in, which is interesting, but he'll think about that later. He's more hung up on the cast covering his arm.

"How is your arm still broken?" he asks, which maybe isn't the most tactful thing in the world, but hey. This is Cisco.

[vivifier]

Savitar is fairly certain that he's lucky that's all that's broken, given how hard he'd been thrown from the time ship. If he didn't think it would go over badly with Sara Lance and that it wouldn't end up causing more trouble in the long run, he'd be tempted to take a fire ax to the hull.

"How is it still broken?" He snorted. "What do you care?"

[goodviberations]

Clearly Savitar is on the defensive here, and that surprises him a bit. He'd always been the aggressor. The one coming at them. It's odd to see him this way. He backtracks a bit. This conversation is supposed to be civil.

"Sorry, I just thought your healing would have kicked in. Mick told me what happened." Though not, apparently, that he isn't fully powered.

[vivifier]

It's hard to be aggressive when you have nothing to be aggressive with. No powers, no healing, no armor. Nothing.

"Yeah. Well. It hasn't." But more to the point. "You said we needed to talk. Why?"

[goodviberations]

Fair enough. Cisco is just used to villains who are just as much bark as bite. Eobard managed to be terrifying even trapped and virtually powerless. But this isn't Eobard, is it? Savitar may not be Barry, but they're cut from the same cloth. There has to be some good in him.

"Because we're both trapped here. It may be a big city, but with the merging timelines, we're bound to run into each other. I thought maybe we should make that as painless as possible."

[vivifier]

Savitar's bark is, honestly, less bark and more lashing out like a blinded, injured animal. For fair reasons, quite possibly.

"And how do you see that working, exactly?"

[goodviberations]

"I, uh, hadn't really thought that far, to be honest," he admits. "I just know that a crappy situation will only be crappier if we have to look over our shoulders all the time."

[vivifier]

"So, what are you suggesting? Time out on hostilities, like football?" Is that even a thing in football? Like sports are the thing of any Barry Allen-type.

[goodviberations]

"I don't think that's a thing in football," he says, though Cisco isn't exactly an expert either. "Didn't they call an armistice or something during one of the World Wars for Christmas? We can do that, except, you know. Not for Christmas."

[vivifier]

Savitar things about that. "The Christmas truce. But I get the point. Like between the Cylons and the humans before the pilot of Galactica." Oh, but he's not Barry Allen.

[goodviberations]

Cisco blinks. Blinks again. Nope. The scars are still there. This is definitely Savitar.

"Yes. Yes, exactly like that."

[vivifier]

"Hm. Then I guess it's a good thing I don't know how to build a neutron bomb." Ha ha ha? "Fine. For now."

[goodviberations]

"I do," he points out. "But that's what a truce is for. No bomb-building. Cross my heart."

A wince. Maybe not the best expression.

[vivifier]

Look, Cisco, he won't bring up hearts if you don't bring up hearts. Here he is, not bringing it up. "Guess that makes you the cylon, then. Fine," he repeats.

[goodviberations]

"Wait. Why am I the cylon?" He asks.

[vivifier]

"The humans didn't bomb Caprica, did they?"

[goodviberations]

"Well, no. But I'm not the one who was all threat-y and ominous for months," he reminds.

[vivifier]

"Just because I have armor doesn't make me a robot."

[goodviberations]

"Don't make this into me being mean," he huffs. "I'm just saying that if one of us was going to bomb a planet, it probably wouldn't be me."

[vivifier]

"Whatever." Look, can he sit? He's going to sit. He just got thrown frm a ship, Cisco, just try to stop him from sitting.

[goodviberations]

Cisco shows no signs of wanting to stop him from sitting, though he does shift on the bench to face him more directly. Apparently he's staying for the moment. He's surprised, but not necessarily in a bad way.

"So are you total nerd under all that fringe, or was that a one-off?"

[vivifier]

You try walking all this way with a broken arm after years of super speed. "...I wouldn't say total."

[goodviberations]

No. No. His whole day just got better.

"Are you for real?"

[vivifier]

He raises an eyebrow. "...yes?"