May. 1st, 2018

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Ever since the breach, Barry takes care not to run too fast. The odds of him tearing a rift in time and space are low, but tonight he measures his steps in moderation, never letting them outstrip the frantic pace of his heart.

He reaches the loft in moments with Derek in his arms, who he deposits on the spartan couch and races off again. His fingers fumble with the medkit even in the Speed Force, and Barry tells himself it's with rage, not fear. Fear is for children. Rage is for heroes and vigilantes, and righteousness, too, and Barry is righteously angry.

There'd been no need for Derek to step between Barry and the knife the last perp had thrown. There'd been so little need that Barry didn't even hurry to get out of its path, which is why he'd been so astonished when Derek jumped into it instead. How Oliver's fucking suit had deteriorated so much that it could let a blade through, Barry doesn't know, but when Derek is patched up Barry is taking his suit to the lab and examining every polymer.

He appears with a crackle at Derek's side and strips him to his waist, finally kneeling to press the bandage to the hole in his side. He doesn't look at him.

If he looks at him, he's going to lose it.

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