WestAllen fic: That Mood Indigo (pt 4 of 4)

Title: The Mood Indigo
Rating: R
Pairing: WestAllen
Characters: Iris West, Barry Allen, Joe West, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, John Diggle, Lyla Michaels, Mason Bridge, Kendra Saunders, Linda Park

Summary:  1940s au; Iris is a waitress and aspiring novelist, and Barry is her favourite customer. Anything else between them would be illegal. But in the face of overwhelming prejudice against her, Iris dares to dream, and write, and fall in love.
IN THIS CHAPTER: Barry gets shot, Iris gets some allies, gets her way, gets married.

Notes: Final chapter!

[Part one here, part two here, part three here.] [On Ao3]


And then Barry Allen takes it into his head to get between the mayor of Starling City and a bullet.

What follows ranks as one of the worst hours of Iris’ life.

“I knew her,” Barry tells Iris, excitedly, on their way to hear Oliver Queen speak, “his wife – Felicity. We grew up in the same orphanage.”

“You sure it’s her?” Iris raises her eyebrows.

“Yeah – she writes to me sometimes,” Barry shrugs. “We lost track of each other after a while – she was always so smart, but I worried, you know? A lot can go wrong for a girl with no money, even these days. Last I heard she’d made her way to Starling – then – there she is in the society pages, marrying some billionaire. Crazy, huh? She wrote me a little while after that, just to say hi. I thought it was sweet of her. And they say this Queen guy’s alright. He’s for desegregation, anyway.”

So they go to see Mr Queen talk in front of city hall, and Barry gets himself shot.

They are separated by the crowd almost immediately, and Iris can hardly hear herself screaming over the sudden roar of noise, the chaos that erupts. She can register, vaguely, the surge of bodies, Mr Queen and his wife being hustled away, a man with a gun being hauled from the crowd by one of Mr Queen’s bodyguards – but all Iris can truly see is the flailing parts of Barry through the crowd, and the scarlet streak on the flagstones beneath him, growing.

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