119

As if last week wasn't already a handful.

"You're telling me-" I began, "Barry's trapped in an false reality- in his mind?"

Caitlin nods, as I stared at her, "Is this something like Music Mister?"

Cisco was the one to speak next, "So far- all I've picked up on what Peter's abilities are- is that he can trap people in their own minds- in a alternate reality."

"So- Barry's stuck?" I ask, looking at him.

"Stuck-" Cisco began, "That would be a very strong word for this situation-"

I ignore the rest, marching down to the pipeline, staring right at Peter through his cell, "What the hell did you do to him?"

"I told you that you were in for one hell of a ride, Sweetheart." Peter smirks, completely relaxed.

"I asked you a question." I raise my voice, staring right at him.

"He's going to die, Zee." Peter stares at me, dead in the eye, his tone and expression changing, "You can't save him."

"You need to start talking now before I-" I began to threaten.

He cuts me off, "Alright, alright. Save the threatening for the husband."

I go completely silent, staring at him, awaiting an answer.

"My powers- I can basically trap someone in their own mind. I create the base of the reality of a perfect life for them- they have to imagine it- well- of course- with a few of my own details." Peter began, just opening up, knowing that this would kill Barry, "The more he falls into that reality- the faster he dies. Eventually- he's gonna die. And if you go in after him- you'll die right with him."

I stare at him, tears welling in my eyes, "Tell me how to save my husband."

"You can't." He shrugs.

"Haven't you had enough?" I ask, "Not even- a few days ago- you tried to kill everyone I cared for. And now you're after my husband. When are you gonna stop?"

"Now." Peter shrugs, "Because- Barry's death is guaranteed."

-

"Cisco-" I walk into the room the other were in, hours later, where Barry laid on a medical bed, wires connected to him, still knocked out, "Vibe me in there."

"You want me to vibe you where?" Cisco questions.

"Into Barry's mind." I told him, "Like- you did with Music Mister."

Cisco simply nods, not asking any further questions, grabbing his goggles and my hand, standing next to Barry, putting on his goggles, pressing his hand against Barry's shoulder.

And within a blink, I was standing in Barry's old home, where he once lived when he was younger, with Nora and Henry Allen.

I was stood by the doorway, as I hesitantly made my way further into the home.

"Barry?" My voice is quiet as I called into the house, my footsteps halting at the sound of someone's voice behind me.

"Who are you?" Henry Allen's voice fills my ears, my heart shattering at the sound, my body spinning as I turn to face him, my eyes landing on his figure.

"Henry?" Nora Allen walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Is everything okay?"

My eyes land on Joe West, as he was seated on the couch, holding a cup of coffee, Barry Allen right next to him, a smile on his lips.

Once Joe's eyes land on me, he had gotten up and stood by Henry.

"Dad-" Barry's voice calls out, getting up, standing next to his parents, his voice softening once he lays eyes on me, "What's going on?"

"Barry, did you let anyone in?" Nora turns to Barry in question.

"No-" Barry shakes his head lightly, "Did you break in?"

"I-" I stare at him, speechless, "Uh- no, of course not-"

"Then how the hell did you get in here?" Joe gaped at me, "Without any of our consent- you are breaking and entering."

"The door-" I trail off, "The door was open."

"What do you want with my son?" Henry asks, referring to when I was calling out for Barry when I first arrived, turning towards Barry, "Do you know her?"

"No-" Barry shook his head, staring at me, confusion behind my eyes.

"You do-" I blurt out, "You know me- Barry."

"From- where?" Barry questions, stepping in front of his parents, looking at me.

"It's going to sound insane-" I exhale, "But- I'm your wife and-"

"Okay Miss," Joe steps up, grabbing my arm, "Time to go."

"No- wait- Barry, you need to listen to me." I try to pull my arm from Barry's grip, Joe already on the phone, requesting a team to pull me out, my head snapping towards him, "Damn, I've barely spoken for two minutes-"

"I'm sorry-" Barry apologizes politely, "I don't know you-"

"Yes you do-" Stressed tears well in my eyes, "You do know me. Please- just give me two minutes of your time- that's all I'm asking."

Barry stares at me for a second, his eyes connected with mine, noticing the tears glistening in my eyes, he nods, "Okay."

I forcefully pull my arm away from Joe, Barry guiding me outside and to his front porch, closing the door behind him.

"Barry-" I began, "It's me, Zee. You have to remember- this version of what you think is the perfect life- it's getting to your head. It's already gotten you fully convinced- and you're going to die and I-"

"I'm perfectly fine." He stares at me.

"You need to come home." I stare at him, blinking the tears away, "I'm trying to bring you home- I just need you to at least consider that- what I'm saying might be true."

"I am home." Barry says sharply, "Listen, I don't know who you are, but-"

"Look at this ring-" I snap my hand up, pointing at it, "Does this look familiar to you?"

"That's-" Barry stares at it, "That's the ring my great grandfather proposed to my great grandmother with after World War II. Where the hell did you get that?"

"From you." I exhale, "You put this ring on my finger. The night you proposed to me. Or well- both nights-"

Something flickers in Barry's eyes as he looks away, causing me to speak up, "Yes- try to remember."

Before we could say anything else, there were three cops cars pulling up, the red and blue lights flashing as a few CCPD cops got out, rushing over to me, hand cuffing me.

"No-" I try to pull away, Joe coming out, tears glistening in my eyes, "I'm getting through to him-"

"You're under arrest for-" I start to hear, but I completely tune it out, looking at Barry, seeing him in silence, just watching us, as I could see the flicker in his eyes that gave me some sort of hope.

"" I let out a shout, his attention glued on me, "It's messing with your brain. Peter- has made every perk of this reality to make sure I don't get through to you. You need to let me remind you of the truth- the truth being that life isn't perfect."