— 𝒮 —

𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 as Barry suddenly went quiet.

He was supposed to be heading towards the morgue; there had been a distress call there, and she and Cisco stood at the main desk as they waited for him to arrive.

"Hey, what's going on?" she questioned into the mic. "Barry?"

He replied, panting, "Yeah. I'm . . . here . . ."

"What happened?" Cisco asked. "Why'd you stop?"

"I just got a little disoriented."

"Well, you need to make up some time, man," Cisco sighed. "You better hurry up."

"Hurry?" Barry repeated in confusion. "What are you . . ."

"Hurry, as in get to the morgue," Sophia said impatiently.

"The morgue? I was there. Yesterday."

She furrowed her eyebrows as she exchanged a baffled look with Cisco. "What are you talking about? Come on, you gotta get there."

Hardly a second later, he breathed out, "Uh, coroner's dead."

— 𝒮 —

Sophia followed Barry into the morgue the next morning, her eyes roaming over all the police officers that swarmed the scene.

Joe walked up to them, giving a nod of greeting. "Hey, you two. What's with all the water? Did the sprinkler system go off or something?"

"What? No, I checked the sprinklers. They're all intact." Barry clutched his CSI kit close to him, glancing up at the sprinklers. He began to walk towards the coroner's corpse, Joe and Sophia following close behind. "But the water has ice in it. And the bruises on the coroner aren't just on his face. Check . . . look at his torso."

Joe crouched down, lifting up the blue gown to see the numerous purple circles littered across his skin. He looked up at Barry with widened eyes as he breathed out, "Whoa. How the hell did you know that?"

"He was killed by hail." Barry looked down for a moment before standing up, a look of realization dawning on his face. "We have to listen to the recording."

"Recording?" Sophia repeated in confusion. "What recording?"

Eddie suddenly came up to the three of them, holding some kind of device. "Joe, we got something. The coroner's office just installed an automated dictation system. Listen to this."

Sophia looked over to Barry, whose hands were pressed against the sides of his face. He looked bothered, his eyes filled with worry as he rubbed the lower half of his face with one hand. Was he . . . all right?

The now-deceased coroner's voice floated out of the device, "Please . . . no more . . ."

Another man replied, "I'll stop when you tell me . . ."

"Just stop!"

"Who killed him?"

Joe pointed towards the device, clearly about to identify the voice, when Barry spoke up, "It's Mark Mardon. He wants revenge."

A loud shriek of pain ensued as the coroner was murdered.

— 𝒮 —

Caitlin narrowed her eyes at the picture of the Mardon brothers that had been pulled up on one of the TV monitors in the Cortex. "Clyde Mardon has a brother?"

Sophia stared at the pictures, nodding slowly as she realized, "So, both Mardon brothers survived the plane crash and then the dark matter released by the particle accelerator explosion affects them both in—"

"Virtually the same way," Barry said simultaneously with her as she finished her sentence.

She turned to him, who was on her right, with furrowed eyebrows. "That's right."

"Only Mark's not like Clyde at all," Barry told them with a sigh as he folded his arms. "He can do things that you couldn't even imagine."

A grin spread onto Cisco's face. "You mean he's sort of like a—"

"Weather Wizard?" Barry and Cisco suggested in unison.

Sophia's eyes widened. What the hell? There was no way someone could think of the same name as Cisco.

"Yeah." Cisco narrowed his eyes before taking a long sip of his red slushie. He scrunched his face up in pain as he groaned, "Mm."

"Trigeminal headache?" Barry and Caitlin questioned together, Caitlin's face contorting into one of confusion as she turned to him.

Realization quickly dawned upon Sophia, and she let out a silent groan. Everything suddenly made sense, but she couldn't confront him in front of everyone about it.

"Barry, can I talk to you?" Sophia cut in, her eyebrows raising as he turned towards her.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Barry followed her into the training room, shutting the door behind him. The room was quite dark, the only source of light being from outside the room, shining through the window and putting a spotlight on the treadmill that sat in the middle.

Sophia sighed as she folded her arms, leaning back on a table that was pushed against the wall. "You went back in time, didn't you?"

Barry bit his lower lip as he nodded. "Yeah."

Sophia furrowed her eyebrows. "How long?"

"Uh, a day and some change," he sighed and shrugged. "It's like I'm living it all over again."

"Yeah, well that's good; that means there's not too much you could've messed up yet. How did this happen?"

"I . . . I don't know." He began to walk towards her, shaking his head as he explained, "I mean, I was running faster than I've ever run, and the first time that I lived this day some really horrible things happened. There was a tidal wave and—"

"No," she interrupted, waving her hands in front of her frantically as she shook her head. "Do not tell me. I do not want to know anything about the future you experienced."

"Okay, but Snowpea, I . . ."

Sophia's eyebrows knit together tightly as she repeated, "Snowpea? Why . . . ?"

"Oh, shit, uh . . ." A disheartened expression appeared on his face, and he sighed.

Must've been something from today, Sophia realized. Well, the first version of today, at least.

Sophia rubbed her eyes. She knew he was probably a hundred times more stressed than she was about this whole thing, so she sent him a small smile. "Barry. Time . . . is an extremely fragile construct. Any deviation, no matter how small, could result in a cataclysm." She clasped her hands together as she ordered, "Now here's what you're gonna have to do: everything you did before. Every word you said, every step you took, you're going to do again. And you're not going to tell anyone this happened. Okay?"

Barry gazed at her for a moment before giving a curt nod. "Okay."

Sophia walked back to the Cortex, where Dr. Wells gestured her over to where he was, being the corner of the room.

As soon as she reached him, he sighed deeply. "Let me guess: Barry ruptured the time continuum?"

Sophia nodded in answer, clasping her hands behind her back as she slightly rocked back and forth on her toes.

Dr. Wells leaned back in his wheelchair. "Did you make sure to tell him to—"

"Not say anything to anyone? Yes."

"And also to—"

"Do everything exactly as he had the first time? You bet."

Dr. Wells nodded. "Then everything should go as it did the first time around."

— 𝒮 —

A couple of hours later, the team was down in the Pipeline, watching as Weather Wizard shouted his threats at them.

After going to CCPD, Barry had somehow found Mardon on a whim, without any clues or reason, and had brought him here to lock him up.

Or, at least, that's what he had said.

It was quite obvious that this was not what had happened the first time around. Barry defied Sophia's instructions, and changed the timeline, almost immediately after she had told him not to.

Was she upset? No, of course not.

She was furious.

But, of course, Cisco and Caitlin were with them, so she couldn't say anything. Yet.

Mardon continued to holler at them, "I'm gonna break out of here! I'm gonna create a tidal wave that destroys your entire city!"

Completely unaffected by the threat, Cisco leaned over to the control panel and shut the door that created a barrier between them and the meta.

Barry walked towards them as the circular door slid down, taking off his mask now that Mardon wasn't able to see him.

"So, I still don't understand," Cisco said as he narrowed his eyes. "How did you find him?"

Barry gave him a small shrug. "I just had a hunch."

Sophia rolled her eyes. Pack it up, Sherlock Holmes.

Caitlin grinned. "That's gotta be some kind of record."

Barry laughed awkwardly in agreement. Clearly, he knew he didn't deserve the praise. "Yeah."

As Cisco and Caitlin turned to leave, Dr. Wells looked over at Sophia. He could obviously tell how she was feeling; anyone could, judging by her sour expression and constant glare. Luckily, no one else noticed, as Cisco was moronic, and Caitlin was too busy laughing at Cisco as he grovelled about having to attend his brother's birthday.

Dr. Wells gave her a small nod, allowing her to blow up at Barry (although she was planning on doing it with or without his permission) before he rolled out of the room, leaving the two of them by themselves.

Barry, who was about to follow, stopped when Sophia angrily called, "Bartholomew Henry Allen."

"Oh, no," Barry sighed as he turned to face her. "Full name."

She tried to stay calm as she continued, "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"

His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he took a step closer to her. "Yeah, I do. I just saved a lot of lives."

Sophia walked towards him, her arms folded. "Barry, I warned you not to mess with the timeline."

"Snow—" A strange look came over Barry's face before he corrected himself, "Sophia, if you would just let me tell you what was gonna happen, you'd understand why I did this."

Sophia shook her head, lifting her chin up so that his face was only an inch away from hers. "Whatever tragedy you think you've just avoided, time will find a way to replace it and trust me, Barry, the next one could be much worse."

— 𝒮 —

A few hours later, Sophia walked into the Cortex, seeing only Dr. Wells residing in the room; Caitlin had accompanied Cisco to Dante's birthday party, despite the fact that Cisco would rather be anywhere else than there. He had begged Sophia to go with him as well, but she declined; she needed to keep an eye on Barry.

She also really didn't like Dante. But mainly the Barry thing.

Dr. Wells looked up from the computer to see Sophia as she gave him a small smile. He nodded towards the training room. "He's in there."

Sophia nodded, and went into the training room, watching as the speedometer on the treadmill fluctuated in the nine-hundreds while Barry sprinted. Noticing her presence, he slowed down to a stop, the red streak forming more and more into the shape of a human as seconds passed.

She walked over to the table next to the window, sitting on top of it as she waited for him to come to a complete stop.

Barry panted as he turned towards her, sitting down on the edge of the treadmill. "I don't get it. I've been running just as fast as I was when it happened, and nothing. I'm still here."

"There are plenty of things that could've triggered the wormhole that allows you to repeat your day," Sophia explained. "Your emotions, your circumstances, your cortisol levels, all of the above."

He nodded slowly in understanding. "Well, I mean, my adrenaline was super high since you, and the entire city—"

"No, no, no. No details. I told you."

"All right, I'm sorry, but Mark Mardon's already locked in the Pipeline," he pointed as he got to his feet and walked over to her. "And nothing bad has happened."

"Yet."

Before Barry could rebut, a knock sounded from the door. They looked to see Joe standing in the doorway, his eyes trained on Barry.

Barry leaned next to Sophia on the table, his eyebrows furrowed as he greeted, "Hey. What are you doing here?"

Joe had an irritated smile on his face. "So when were you planning on telling me you took down Mardon?"

"I . . ." Barry sucked in a breath. "I just haven't had a chance yet."

Joe tilted his head to the side, the same smile still on his face. "You got sidetracked, you mean?"

Barry gave a laugh of disbelief. "No, Joe, you can't be mad."

"I'm not mad," he reassured him as he shook his head. "But I am curious. I mean, you were acting so weird at the crime scene."

"I always act weird," Barry scoffed as he folded his arms.

"Okay." Joe nodded. "Weirder."

Barry glanced at Sophia, and she shook her head, silently telling him that he could not tell Joe anything.

"Look, Joe," he sighed, "there are just some things that I can't tell you, and you're gonna have to trust me."

— 𝒮 —

Later on that evening, Sophia walked into the Cortex, seeming to have arrived just after Barry did.

She sat next to Caitlin at the main desk, putting her phone next to the computer and turning to her as she asked, "Has anyone talked to Cisco? I've been trying him on his cell, but he's not answering. I'm kind of . . . worried about him."

"He had a rough night," Caitlin sighed.

Barry's phone vibrated, and he picked up, glancing at the two women before greeting, "Hey, Joe. What's up? Wait, Cold is back?"

Sophia exchanged a look of exasperation with Caitlin; she had had enough of Captain Cold coming to ruin their day.

Barry quickly hung up and sighed as he turned to them. It was obvious that he was just as surprised as the rest of them, meaning that this was a consequence of locking Mardon up.

Sophia stared at him, an 'I told you so' smirk playing on her face. "Well, this day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?"

He sighed, unable to look her in the eyes. "I'm going."

— 𝒮 —

Sophia followed Joe into one of the rooms of the casino, which was now filled with officers and previous hostages, who were now all giving their statements.

The small showdown between Barry and Captain Cold had happened barely an hour before, but apparently, Barry had let him go.

The two of them walked up to Barry, who was standing next to one of the pool tables, and Joe questioned, "Witnesses reported seeing the Flash. They said you had Snart dead to rights but you let him go? Why?"

"Cisco," Barry answered somberly. "Snart and his sister have him."

A flare of panic shot up her chest, and she breathed out, "What?"

"Oh, man." A grim look dawned upon Joe's face before he gave a small nod. "Okay. You two get to STAR Labs. I'll get there when I can."

Barry nodded, gesturing for Sophia to follow him, and, as soon as the two of them were out of sight from anyone, he sped them back into the Cortex.

Sophia immediately headed to the main desk, furrowing her eyebrows and ignoring the urge to cry as she looked up the footage from his favourite bar; she figured he probably went there to get a drink after dealing with Dante.

"Snart has a sister," Barry told her as he sat down on the metal table and watched her work. "Lisa. She has a gun like the cold gun . . . but gold instead."

"Fucking great," she mumbled. "Just what we need."

She managed to pull up the footage from the night before onto the TV monitor and let it play.

"That's her," Barry said with furrowed eyebrows as he watched Cisco and another woman leave the bar. "Lisa."

Sophia paused it. "So there's Cisco going into the car with Lisa," she sighed. "And the license plate is iced over."

Barry banged his fist against the table in frustration, and his eyes were full of guilt as he looked back at her. "All right, Soph, you were right. I . . . I . . . I screwed with time and now time is screwing with me. Cold is back, he kidnapped Cisco, and you . . ."

Sophia raised a hand. "Stop right there before you cause another disruption to the timeline."

"Please, Soph," he begged. "Please, I have to talk to someone."

She hesitated for a moment. What should she do?

"Fine, go ahead."

Barry sighed, rubbing his eyes before he began, "In the previous version of today, Captain Singh is seriously injured, Joe is in danger, and . . . someone said she had feelings for me. And now the girl has no idea she confessed those feelings. But she still has them, right?"

Sophia's eyebrows knit together tightly as she repeated, "Someone?"

Could it be her? Or. . . another girl? It better not be another girl. But then again, did she want it to be her? Well, obviously, yes . . .

"Yeah." Barry nodded.

She narrowed her eyes. "Who?"

His serious face contorted into one of awkwardness, his eyes flickering down at the table. "Um . . . Amanda."

Not her.

Her nose crinkled; she had never heard of a friend with that name. "Who's Amanda?"

"Someone."

She folded her arms, leaning back against her seat as she muttered, "Okay . . . "

He quickly brought the topic back to its essence. "Anyway, I don't understand. I thought that I was helping people by stopping Mardon."

Sophia nodded. "Yeah, but this new ability of yours is dangerous. You only travelled back in time one day. What if you travelled back decades? Centuries? Imagine how badly you could change things."

"But I'll have the opportunity to travel back in time in the near future and save my mom." He looked up to her with furrowed eyebrows. "Or . . . you're saying I shouldn't?"

Sophia bit her lip, pausing for a moment. "I'm saying, how many more people could die if your mother lives?"

— 𝒮 —

Caitlin's eyes scanned the satellite map she had pulled up on one of the computers at the metal table. "There's nothing in the satellite thermography."

"You were right." Barry looked at Sophia, his head shaking. "This is all my fault."

Caitlin furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up at him. "How is this your fault?"

Dr. Wells slapped him on the back. "Brave heart, Barry. We'll get Cisco back."

A voice spoke up from behind them, "I'm back."

They turned to see a devastated Cisco, who had a darkening bruise under his left eye.

Feeling an overwhelming amount of relief, Sophia rushed up to him and enveloped him in a tight hug. "Oh my God. Are you okay? We were so worried."

"What happened?" Barry furrowed his eyebrows as the rest of the group walked up to them. "How did you escape?"

"I didn't," Cisco answered.

"Snart just let you go? Why?" Dr. Wells questioned.

Tears began to brim in Cisco's eyes, and he seemed unable to look at them as he stared at the ground. "He, um . . . he tortured my brother. And he said he was gonna kill him if I didn't . . . if I didn't tell him . . ."

Caitlin's eyes narrowed. "Tell him what?"

His eyes slowly raised as he began to sob. "Who the Flash really is. I, honestly, man, I would've . . . I would've let them kill me." He shook his head, sniffling. "But they were gonna kill my brother. I couldn't let him do that."

Barry walked up to him, placing a reassuring hand on Cisco's shoulder as sobs racked his body. "Hey."

"I'm sorry, Barry," Cisco cried. "I'm so sorry."

"No. I put you in that position." Barry pulled him in for a hug, Cisco's grip tightening around him. "I'm the one who's sorry."

Cisco broke away a few moments later and silently began to walk towards the exit, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

"Where are you going?" Sophia called after him.

He turned, putting his hands on the main desk as he leaned forward. "I don't deserve to be here. I won't be the one to put you in jeopardy. Not again. Never again."

"I'll go after him," Dr. Wells said quietly, following him.

A couple of hours later, Dr. Wells and Cisco returned to the Cortex, the former having been able to convince Cisco that he hadn't done the wrong thing.

Caitlin spun around in her chair at the main desk to face them as Barry and Sophia walked toward them. Caitlin started to tell the newly-arrived people the information she had already told the others, a smile on her face, "The casino wasn't the target."

"So why'd they go?" Dr. Wells questioned.

Caitlin answered, "Casinos keep tons of cash on hand to cover their markers, not to mention the money that they make."

"But if they're under attack, the protocol is to relocate the money outside the casino," Sophia finished.

"So, that was Snart's plan all along." Dr. Wells nodded. "To trigger the move."

Cisco walked next to Caitlin. "Okay, where is it now?"

As soon as Barry got the answer and sped off, Sophia took a seat next to Caitlin and listened in as Snart began to speak.

"Good to see you . . . Barry. We have to talk."

"I know Cisco told you who I am," Barry stated.

"Can't really blame the kid for giving you up. You or his brother? Come on! I put him in a tight spot. Same kind I got you in right now. Can't really stop me now that I know who you are."

"I could speed you to my own private prison where you'll never see the light of day."

"You could, but then I won't be around to stop my own private uplink that'll broadcast your identity to the world," Snart rebutted. "So, the million-dollar question. What to do with me now, Barry Allen?"

"I won't let you keep stealing whatever you want, whenever you feel like it. It needs to end," Barry said firmly.

"Can't do that. It's what I do."

Barry scoffed. "Then find a new line of work."

"Don't want to," Snart answered.

"Why is that?"

"The same reason you keep running after guys like me. The adrenaline. The thrill of the chase. I love this game. And I'm very good at it."

"Then go play it somewhere else," Barry told him. "Leave Central City."

"Can't do that either. I love it here. This city is my home."

"You've seen what I can do. You know that I can stop you. You want to keep pushing your luck, go for it. But from here on out, no one else dies. If you're as good as you say you are, you don't have to kill anyone to get what you want."

Snart paused for a moment before agreeing, "That's true."

"If you or anyone in your Rogues' gallery goes near any of my friends or family again," Barry continued, "I don't care who you tell my identity to. I'm putting you away."

Another pause. "I guess your secret's safe . . . Flash. For now. Oh, I don't suppose you'd give me a ride back to town, would you?"

— 𝐵 —

Barry and Sophia were in the Cortex, the only ones filling the room; Cisco and Caitlin had gone out to visit Dante, who was recovering from his frostbite in the hospital, while Dr. Wells was doing something in Cisco's workshop.

Barry walked up to Sophia, who was working at one of the side desks, and he sighed. "Do you think I made a mistake letting Snart go?"

She leaned back in her chair as Barry sat down next to her. "I think you did what felt right at the moment." She shrugged. "And really, Barry, that's the best any of us can hope for. I'm just glad the timeline didn't get too messed up."

"Yeah." He nodded, his lips settling into a small smile. "And, uh, Snow—Sophia?"

Sophia furrowed her eyebrows. "What's up with the Snowpea thing?"

His smile faltered. "I thought you didn't want me to tell you?"

"I'm sure the timeline won't change if you tell me," she reassured him before pausing and wrinkling her nose. "Probably."

Barry gave a light laugh. "Well, y'know how I've been trying to give you a nickname?"

She nodded with a scrunched face.

"I was giving you a list while we were in the car, and I started suggesting food names, and I said Snowpea—"

She gave him a look of disgust, shaking her head at the idea. "Ugh, I hate snowpeas, they're gross."

"Yeah!" He grinned. "That's what you said, so I decided to call you Snowpea."

She pouted. "You know . . . I hate you."

"That's not what you said—" Barry paused as he silently cursed at himself. He had to start thinking before making jokes. "I mean, um . . ."

Sophia furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing."

She folded her arms. "Tell me."

"But . . . the timeline!"

"Is it something you think would change the timeline if you told me?" She thought for a moment before shrugging. "I mean, it is the end of the day."

"Well . . . I wouldn't think so, it doesn't really affect anyone else." He squinted his eyes as he thought it over in his head. "Honestly, me not telling you would probably change the timeline. You did say to do exactly what I did last time . . ."

"Then what are you waiting for, dummy!" She slightly shoved him, laughing in amusement. "Tell me!"

"Well, okay . . .Before Mardon attacked for the second time . . ." He took a deep breath, and he found himself becoming overwhelmed with apprehension. He knew of her feelings, but still, he could hardly keep his voice steady. For some reason, he felt more nervous talking about this than capturing Mardon early (which was, objectively, a lot worse). "You and I were alone in the Cortex, and I . . . uh, well, I told you I liked you, and you, um, said you liked me, and we—well, we kissed."

Sophia's eyebrows knit together tightly for a moment. "But . . . but what about Amanda?"

Barry stared at her for a moment before her eyes widened.

"Oh! I—I'm Amanda? Me?"

He laughed, nodding as he confirmed, "You're Amanda."

He watched nervously as she suddenly grew silent, and his heart rate picked up as her eyebrows furrowed and her lips turned into a frown.

"Snowpea?"

She didn't respond, only making his nerves worse. Maybe he shouldn't have been so confident that she liked him back.

"Soph? You okay?"

"Yeah, just . . . processing." Sophia looked up at him and gave him a small nod. "That's so weird. I don't—I don't like it."

"Don't like what? That—that we kissed?" He became agitated, his eyes hesitantly gazing over her as he waited for an answer.

She quickly shook her head as she reassured him, "No, no, not that. Just that it all happened, and I don't remember any of it. It's unsettling."

He nodded in understanding. "Yeah, yeah, it's . . . unnatural."

"Like kiss—I've never kissed you before, but you've kissed me?" Sophia wrinkled her nose at the thought.

He frowned. "Right."

"Whatever," she sighed as she turned back to the computer. "I don't want to talk about it."

He furrowed his eyebrows, an amused expression displayed on his face. "Well, I mean, we should probably . . . talk about it, right?"

Sophia faced him again, her head slightly tilted as she pointed out, "I mean, what can I say that you don't know? I've already technically confessed to you, haven't I?"

"Yeah, but you know . . ." He gave a small shrug. "It's not the same."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and he quickly recognized the anxious look on her face. "All right, well . . . I . . . like you? I'm not sure how to say it, how did I do it last time?"

He squinted his eyes. "Honestly, it kind of went like that."

"Huh. So I'm just not a smooth person in general. Got it."

Barry laughed while he remembered. "It wasn't the most smooth exchange, I'll say that. But seriously, I . . . I really like you. Being able to work with you for the past few months has been amazing, and I feel like I've known you forever. I never thought I could care about someone more until . . . until I realized how much I cared for you. But I like you. I really do."

"Wow, that was way better put than what I said," Sophia giggled softly. "But . . . I really like you too, Barry."

Barry observed her for a moment, his eyes pleasuring in the features of the face he had come to admire so much. Her gorgeous honey-brown eyes that gave him butterflies every time they looked at him, the smile that always reassured him, no matter the situation, the blush he had caused . . .

Sophia seemed to be doing the same to him as her eyes slowly shifted over his face.

Barry gave her a smile before whispering, "This is when we're supposed to kiss."

Sophia giggled. "Gotcha."

He leaned in closer, his hands gripping her waist as he placed his lips on hers. Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck, and his shoulders instantly relaxed. He pulled away for a moment to take a breath before coming back in, kissing her more passionately than before.

They suddenly broke apart when something clattered near the entrance. The two turned to see a wide-eyed Dr. Wells, whose face showed that he seemed to feel more awkward than them.

He blinked for a second. "It seems as though I'm, ah, interrupting . . . I'm just going to . . . wheel myself out and pretend I never saw that."

And he did just that, leaving Barry and Sophia alone once more.

Barry wasn't sure whether he was more embarrassed or amused—well, he was definitely more embarrassed.

Barry furrowed his eyebrows. "That was . . ."

"Weird?" she finished with a quirked eyebrow. "Agreed."

His face was suddenly filled with alarm, his eyes widening. "The kiss was weird? Or Dr. Wells coming in?"

"Dr. Wells coming in, obviously," Sophia laughed as she playfully slapped his arm. "Don't worry, Barry."

"Yeah, I'd hope so," he chuckled.

"So," she sighed, a grin coming onto her face as her eyes flickered between his lips and eyes. "I guess the timeline is back in order now."

He leaned forward and kissed her gently before whispering, "I guess it is."