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Cisco has spent days puzzling over his first date with Mick. He wants it to be perfect. Romantic, but not so over the top as to make Mick uncomfortable. It's a thin line to walk, but Cisco is determined to make it work.

He starts by making a list of things Mick likes. Fire, ninja movies, good food. It's an eclectic mix of things, but he thinks he can find a way to combine them all. The last part is the easiest part. He knows Mick loves his empanadas, and he steals a few of the West family recipes from Barry to round out a meal. As for the movies, that's easy. He's got his trusty portable digital projector, loaded up with some of Mick's all-time favorites. All that's left is fire and a venue.

Obviously the two have to be compatible. A venue that isn't going to catch fire, preferably. He ends up deciding on Egypt, partially due to the fact that it's the first place they really bonded, and partially due to sandstone not being flammable. He's got everything set up inside the main pyramid, the projector pointed at one of the few vertical walls inside the main chamber. All the braziers are lit, and with a little chemical additive, they're all blue to prevent the light from interfering with the projector.

Now all that's left is to bring his boyfriend.

goodviberations

Cisco had thought long and hard about how to get Barry back for the stunt he'd pulled at movie night. While the end result hadn't exactly been a bad one- he's actually happier than he's been in a long time- it's the principle of the thing. Barry had used Cisco's movie night as a ruse, and dragged several of their friends into it too.

Actions have consequences, Barry Allen.

It isn't until his phone buzzes the next morning that he decides on a plan. He opens the message so it'll mark as read, and then puts his phone down. He does the same for the next seven texts Barry sends him throughout the day.

Seen 10:42

Seen 11:17

Seen 1:08

And so it continues.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, Barry Allen.

snowandfrost

Cisco, are you in your workshop?

Because she wanted to catch up with him after what had happened at movie night. She and Oliver did not pry into their discussion or try to eavesdrop since it had been a very sensitive matter to them and they needed as much privacy as they could get in a theatre and being trapped.

But her best friend certainly had seemed...happier after their talk. Even with Mick draping his arm around the back of the seat in a very classic move.

goodviberations

This is it, guys. Finally, finally they're going to have the movie night they've been talking about for months. It's been a rough few weeks on most of them, and Cisco is determined to cheer everyone up. He'd stumbled across a 40s movie theatre- the kind that would have shown nickelodeons back in the day- and decided that it was the perfect venue for them. Plenty of room for everyone to spread out, and they could set up a snack table in front of the small stage beneath the screen.

Party time, here they come.

timefragmentmod

It's time.
The science and speedster minds have determined that a wave of dark matter washing over the affected will save their lives. Below are main threads - backtagging is always encouraged.

snowandfrost

As busy as this version of STAR Labs is, Caitlin manages to find a secluded hallway to pace back and forth in by herself.

Oliver isn't getting better. He's getting worse. And no matter what test or treatment she tried or they put together, it seemed to not make any kind of a dent into this illness.

Worse, there were more patients. She saw Barry-2 get taken in. Mick.

When she saw Mick, her heart stopped for Cisco. She couldn't imagine what he was going through until she saw Oliver take a turn for the worst after each treatment. Even with people around her and even Pilot trying to persuade her to rest, to take a break from working on treatments, she hasn't taken a break. They were all working together. She knew that. She knew that she needed to take a break but she couldn't just sit by and watch Oliver get worse and worse.

But she made sure he wasn't alone. Not in all those moments when he was awake. She stayed as close to him as possible. Caitlin only left because she needed to pace, needed to have time by herself to not be scared about losing her friends. Not be scared about losing Oliver.

When she hears footsteps, she looks up, hoping that it wasn't one of the other workers at STAR Labs trying to get her attention with worse news. There's some relief when she sees her best friend.

"Cisco."

goodviberations

He can still hear Gideon's voice echoing in his head. I'm afraid that they will die.

The anguish that thought causes him is suffocating. They will die. No. No, he won't let that happen.

Unfortunately, a background in mechanical engineering isn't exactly helpful when it comes to radiation sickness. But he does happen to know a man with a pretty solid knowledge of ~~literally everything~~ biology. He's never been more grateful to have access to a Harrison Wells.

It's no surprise to find him invading Cisco's workshop, especially since he's actually fondly started to think of it as their workshop. Normally there would be a snarky comment in place of a greeting, but Cisco doesn't have it in him. Not now.

"Harry," he says, voice tight. "I need your help."

goodviberations

Cisco knows he shouldn't be worrying so much. Mick is a grown man who'd just lost his two closest friends. It's totally normal to disappear for a few days. And Cisco had done his best to respect that space. He's made sure there were leftover in the fridge just in case Mick came home (which he'd noticed haven't gone anywhere), but he hasn't tried to force himself into his grieving.

Until now. Because with Oliver sick from the storm slowly creeping over the city, all he can do is worry. If Mick tells him to go screw himself, so be it. But he has to know he's alright.

So he calls. And every ring of the phone twists his stomach up more.

bringstheheat

Sara was gone.
Snart was gone.
Hell, the flock of hatchlings were gone with the exception of little Haircut.

Training in Egypt wasn't helping. Watching the fire curl around his limbs and obey his commands wasn't helping. So Mick slipped from the apartment. Ghosted from one place to another. Drinking. Eating. Trying to fill the empty chasm in his chest left as the two people who had been his anchors, his touchstones, had been ripped away yet again.

Even stealing a supply of speedster booze hadn't helped.

He was tired. He was sick and exhausted. A fever making the world swim and an ache settling into his joints like they were made of ground glass. So as Mick slips into a feverish doze, he barely notices the way Haircut Jr flies off, tiny alarmed chirps filling the air.

He can find help.
Somewhere.

vivifier

So. Today was the day.

Today was the day for decorating an apartment. He'd postponed it and put it off as much as he could, and he could put it off no longer. Not without some serious invasions of his privacy and said apartment. Apparently, a couch, a bed, a coffee table and dishes 'wasn't enough for habital living' . Ridiculous. It was way better than where he'd lived when he was fighting Team Flash.

Wasn't it?

binarythinking

He has no idea where he is or how he got here.
What Harry is at least somewhat certain of is that it has to be Cisco's fault. They were supposed to be breaching across the city and somehow wound up separated between one step in STAR Labs and a second step that landed him on warm grass with birds overhead and a godforsaken dinosaur browsing in the trees nearby. While it looks like California, he can make out landmarks that absolutely don't belong.

Perfect.
Not like they had pressing issues at home.

So after a long exploration that kicked up more questions than answers, Harry resorts to the device in his pocket. A device that absolutely was not there before he arrived.

"Ramon? Snow? Someone answer this damn thing and tell me where in the hell I wound up."

bringstheheat

( Mick has no idea how this happened. No, seriously. He doesn't. )

Hello Los Angeles. You are now nose to nose with a very curious baby dragon sending a message from Mick's comm and happily flying around the apartment with it so you get a good view of Mick being treated like a draconic jungle gym and a handful of hatchlings making themselves comfy.

goodviberations

It's a sad day when Cisco can't even remember the last time he saw his best friend. They're trapped in the same time-altered city, and yet they've hardly seen each other at all in the time they've been here.

Well no more!

He sends Barry a text with a location and a time, followed by a promise of intense bro bonding. (If the time he gives Barry is roughly twenty minutes before he intends to be there, that'll just be his little secret. He knows his bro.) It'll be good to get a chance to just talk, not worrying about aberrations or alternate universes or freaking dragons. Just Barry and Cisco. Like it should be.

bringstheheat

Egypt is hot. Blazing damn hot.
But it's not the heat that Mick currently hates. It's the goddamn sand.

Sand in his face, in his eyes, sand everywhere.
Friggin sand.

But it's the one place he can work on his new abilities with fire without worrying about unintentionally roasting his surroundings.

Fire flickers along his arms and hands. Sputters of flame followed by explosions of heat.

Clearly handling powers requires control which isn't something Mick Rory has ever really excelled at.

goodviberations

Who: Cisco
What: Vlogging for his peeps
Where" Downtown

[The feed cuts on to a smiling Cisco as he walks down the street in downtown LA. It's bright and sunny outside- not that that's odd for Los Angeles- and the good weather clearly has the meta in high spirits.]

Dude, where is everybody? It's such a nice day. The sun is shining, birds are singing. Literally. Check it.

[The screen flips to show a flock of birds occupying a nearby tree. They're very clearly not native to southern California, but Cisco has gotten used to the weird. The image flips back to face Cisco. At the very edge of the screen, there's a white light. One of the time portals has opened up behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

Anyway, I was thinking of doing something today. Haven't really figured out what, but if-

[The whole image shakes, then blurs before the phone clearly hits the ground and the screen blacks out entirely. There are sounds of a struggle, shouts in an ancient-sounding language and the vibrational sounds of Cisco's powers.

And then there's silence.]

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.

chosenbylightning

This isn't the Speed Force. At least he doesn't think it is.
The last thing he remembers is stepping into the Speed Force. Surrounded with power. Blinded. Overwhelmed but it was okay. This was what he had to do to save his city and the people he loves.

Anyone passing by or watching the city in general will see a blur of red lightning as Barry attempts to get the lay of the land. Learn where he was. Why. How?

And when that doesn't work, he decides to try another method.

Ok. I give up.
Where are we and who gave me a new phone that I don't remember owning?

goodviberations

Who: Cisco and Mick
What: Pushy grateful nerd finding a place for them to crash
When: Following Mick's rescue of Cisco
Where: Their soon-to-be apartment

Mick is likely going to regret saving Cisco's life. He has a habit of taking in strays, and while Mick is technically part of a team, he still has a distinctly "other" air to him. And because they're trapped in this weird situation together, Cisco is determined to make the most of it.

Which is why he drags the man to about seventeen different apartment showings. None of them are the home he was yanked from, but apparently number eighteen is the lucky one. He falls in love the moment the door opens, and he's willing to bet that the fireplace will seal the deal for Mick as well. It's fortunate too, since there are only so many free apartments on the floor that he's calling the Lair of the Legends. He's totally planning on making a sign.

"Yeah, this is it."