sara's old stuff

the danvers sisters band au for @fiddleabout

anonymous asked:

039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on." COLDFLASHHHHH <3

(this is absolute crack and I’m almost sorry)

Barry feels his heart jump up and lodge in his throat when he opens the door to his apartment and is greeted by the sounds of loud, choking sobs. He flashes into the living room, because he can hear the TV running as well – and freezes in the doorway for just a micro-second before he’s kneeling in front of the sofa, in front of his maybe-a-little-bit-boyfriend-but-we-never-said-it. He can distinctly remember Len having his leg broken in three places and still laughing in the face of the meta who nearly killed him (Barry was a lot less amused by the whole situation) – so Len letting tears stream down his face like there’s no hope left in the world? Definitely ranks as ‘serious’ in Barry’s books.

“Hey,” he mutters, trying for a soothing tone, and reaches out to touch Len’s hands, curled into fists in his lap. “What’s wrong?”

Len sobs again and shakes his head; Barry’s heart squeezes in fear as he mentally lists all the people who could’ve been hurt, all the things that could’ve gone to shit in order for Len to react this badly. Barry’s trembling himself by then, mind swirling with the terrifying thoughts of Lisa getting hurt or worse, or the world being destroyed. Courtesy of Iris, Barry’s pretty sure that Lisa was more than fine just a couple of hours ago when he (unintentionally) saw her sitting on Joe’s counter, sipping coffee out of Joe’s mug in just her bra, shameless and amused and apparently content. But Barry also remembers his own adventures in dimension-traveling and wonders if Len has not had to see Lisa die in some other universe, if he hadn’t had to hold his sister while life escaped her breath by breath – Barry remembers that strange paradox of knowing it’s not real and understanding it is.

He squeezes Len’s hand again, and Len’s fingers uncurl enough to tighten around Barry’s palm.


“She’s… she’s…” Len starts and breaks into tears again. Cold fear trickles down Barry’s spine, but he doesn’t let go.


“Who?” he asks, even though he fears the answer. A lot could’ve gone worse in a couple of hours – if something happened to Lisa, Barry wouldn’t even know who to console first, his maybe-boyfriend or his for-sure-sister. He dreads to know, but he has to, he needs to ask-


“Elsa,” Len sobs, and Barry’s eyebrows shoot up to meet his hairline. Wait. What?!


“Huh?”


“Elsa. She’s so alone… it’s sad,” Len sniffles. Barry slowly, slowly turns and tunes in to the background noise of the TV set, on which, indeed, Frozen is playing.


“What the fuck,” he exhales, relief and indignation warring in his tone, and shoots Len a suspicious glare. “Have you been hanging out with Sara again?!”

Len sniffs again and gives a reluctant half-shrug, half-pout that says it all. Barry leans closer and yes, there’s a hint of a smell he ignored before, when he was afraid something truly awful happened to Len. Well. Something worse than smoking weed stolen somewhere in the 1970s. Honestly, Barry’s not even sure why they keep doing that: it’s not like it’s so difficult to get something to smoke in their actual time. Sara keeps insisting the old stuff tastes better, but Barry assumes it’s only the illicit daring of going behind Rip Hunter’s back when he explicitly forbids them to steal anything. He can imagine Len going after the thrill of the chase, at the very least.

Unfortunately for him, the fierce hunter turns into a sobbing mess every damn time, and no matter how many times Barry tells him, Len flat out refuses to believe anyone who tells him how he behaves when he’s stoned.

With a sigh, Barry pulls himself up and settles on the sofa next to Len, curling his arm around his sobbing probably-boyfriend.

“Would you like me to watch with you?” he offers, even though he knows he should get mad about this instead of being such a pushover. But then again… it wouldn’t be productive to get mad at someone who wouldn’t even remember it: Barry’s going to save the doghouse for the time when Len sobers up (and likely vomits from all the Chinese takeout he’s likely to order and inhale in the next half hour).


Len snuggles up to him: that’s the one side-effect Barry will never complain about, but also will never admit to liking. With his nose buried in Barry’s slightly stale shirt, Len heaves a content sigh – Barry knows  that another fit of ugly sobbing is about to follow, probably in about five minutes, judging by the progression of the movie… but hey, it’s not the worst movie Len has ever cried about, so Barry’s going to let it pass – at least until Len’s well enough to remember the lecture.