One Man Cult

Naia Munroe | There's no sunshine, there's no you and me, this impossible year.


If Joe West had a superpower, Naia Munroe was positive it would be his ability to love indiscriminately. His love for his children, biological and non-biological alike had always earned the highest form of respect from the svelte blonde who's parents could barely give their own flesh and blood the time of day. She had met the West family through Barry Allen, her college sweetheart, and almost at once Joe had welcomed her into the West clan. Over the years that she'd been with her bright-eyed beau, Naia had learned what it was like to have a family. Game nights, family dinners, and even holidays were spent with her boyfriend's family. And it just felt right to Naia. The years she dated Barry Allen, were easily the happiest of her life. How could they not? She had been set up with Barry through a mutual friend as a blind date. The sparks were nearly tangible right off the bat. Naia adored his quick wit, and his thousand watt smile. He was easy to be around, knew how to make her laugh when she was in the worst of moods. He was a soul gentle and altruistic which helped to ground Naia's wayward soul. Years came an went, college came and went, followed with jobs and a place of their own.

The slender blonde thought that she had it all figured out. She was on top of the world with Barry in her life. And then the wheel turned. It started when she'd gotten the news. Barry Allen had been struck by lightening following the particle accelerator and lapsed into a coma. Naia couldn't recall how many puffy-eyed nights she spent by Barry's bedside, with Joe or Iris helping to keep watch over him. Nine months. It was nine months of splitting her time between working, and staying at Barry's side while she felt helpless as he remained unresponsive. But she refused to even consider that Barry would leave. He'd promised her awhile ago that he wouldn't ever leave her alone in the world. So it felt like a goddamned miracle when he woke up. When she'd been in the middle of a photoshoot and her co-worker nudged her, pointing out the achingly familiar figure leaning against the door... Long story short? She'd cried a lot of tears and took the rest of the day off, spent with her boyfriend tangled in the sheets of their apartment and takeout while she'd helped him catch up on what had happened while he was comatose. But from there? Things had gone downhill quickly. He started spending more and more time away from their apartment. He'd come home at odd hours. Sometimes with fading bruises on his face that never seemed to last until morning.

And she could tell, he was hiding something from her. She and Iris discussed it when they hung out, though neither could figure out what the hell was going on with him. It filled the young woman with apprehension. Was something wrong with him? Had the lightning strike caused other health complications? She got her answer a few months after he woke up from his coma. It had been over dinner, Barry barely touching his food when he finally broke things off with her. He'd gathered up what he could fit in a duffel bag before leaving. Naia felt just as stricken with grief as she had when Barry had lapsed into his coma. But this time he didn't come back to her. He came that weekend with a few boxes and a couple familiar faces, Cisco and Caitlin. The duo that had been monitoring Barry in his coma. They'd gathered his things and left. When he closed their door for the last time, he'd taken a bit of Naia with him; even if he hadn't wanted it. After that she tried to struggle to some sense of normalcy. She threw herself into her work, snapping photo's for the local newspaper, and whoever else offered her a job. At first she tried to distance herself from the West's but Iris and Joe were instant that Naia was part of the family. So when weekends used to be spent with Barry, lazy days and laughter, they were filled by the West's. Sometimes she and Iris went out for food or shopping. Sometimes Joe would come over with a couple subs and talk about their weeks.

Though no one ever brought up Barry. Honestly? Naia preferred that. It hurt too much to think about him. But she couldn't avoid him forever. The first time she saw Barry was at Joe's for a Sunday dinner. She'd been helping to set the table when the door opened and Barry strolled through. That was a tough dinner and Naia had come up with some vague excuse to leave about fifteen minutes after Barry got there. But over the next few months, things got easier. It got easier for Naia to pretend like everything was okay in her life. That she was happy and fine and was over Barr, even though she was none of those things. Each time she saw the dark-haired ex of her's, that ache which had lodged itself right into her heart oozed to something that felt almost unbearable. As if that weren't enough, something... strange had been happening to Naia. Inexpiable headaches. Feeling like she was being crushed at night.It had been happening on and off since the particle explosion, but she didn't think much of it until one night she'd woken up, levitating a couple inches off her bed. So, she was in a rough spot. Trying to get over her ex, the man she thought she'd marry, and dealing with the possibility that she may be a meta. The kind of people the CCPD hunted down. Naia had never felt more alone. Maybe that's why she'd figured tonight would of been a good night to go out.

Have a few drinks near the local bar. She'd hailed a cab, the cold early-December air biting at her cheeks and nose detouring her from walking the four blocks to her favorite little dive. The drinking part had gone well. The little blonde had one too many shots, head muddled with the warm haze of alcohol. She had wanted to forget everything that was happening. Wanted to forget Barry and his stupid smiles and endless hazel gazes. Wanted to forget about the fear that she was something more than human now. She had fended off stray gazes at the bar. She didn't feel that drive to bring anyone back to her place. That wasn't who she was and even if it was... It just didn't feel right. But time had crept on. The worn looking bar with it's fading paint and worn stools had been filled and emptied; all the while Naia becoming more and more intoxicated. It was the bartender, a middle-aged redheaded woman who decided the blonde had enough. It had been near closing anyway so Naia had decided to head home to pass out. Since she lived around this part of town she hadn't wanted to waste money and decided to walk it. She thought she was sober enough for that. As of now her shoes clicked sharply against the sidewalk while the roads lay near empty at this time of night. Her gait was slightly unsteady, and the winter airs scratched sharply against her face when she heard someone's heavy footfalls approaching rapidly.

She was going to move out of the way when she felt calloused and rough hands find anchorage in her hair, and one pressing against her mouth and nose leaving the scent of cigarettes and too heavy of cologne filling her nose. The hand in her hair yanked her backwards towards an alleyway, muffling Naia's shrieks. Already drunk and slightly off-center, she couldn't find a strong enough foothold, her ankle twisting as she struggled to get away. She watched with wide-eyed terror as she was pulled away from the street and into the shadowy alleyway. Painfully she was shoved against the brick building, the air exploding from her lungs. A pinch at her neck had her stilling with panic as her gaze slid to the attacker's hand, noting the black plastic handle of the knife he had to her throat. ''Just give me your jewelry, and money; and you can go home to your boyfriend tonight. If you don't, I'll open your throat right here.'' He snarled in a low, gravely voice. As if to prove his point, the tip of the blade dug in a little deeper, and she felt her skin break, and a few warm drops slide down her neck. It almost seemed like a joke. Barry always used to warn her not to walk home alone especially when drunk. However, before she could deny giving him her jewelry, the only thing she was wearing was a necklace Barry got her one Christmas, he was gone. It was jarring, one moment there was a knife pressing against her throat and then the next? Nothing. The alley was empty a streak of vermilion and then Naia alone in the alley.

Shaky legs gave out as she tried to comprehend what the hell just happened. The blood dripping down her neck told her this wasn't just some drunken hallucination. The coldness of the asphalt of the alley bit into her legs and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She'd almost been mugged. Her ankle, the one she'd twist throbbed hotly and gritting her teeth the woman attempted to use the wall to stand up. It hurt to the point she nearly cried out- but her apartment wasn't too far. She should be able to make it back. The blonde had begun to brush herself of any dirt and attempted to limp back towards the entrance of the alley when she the streaks of lightning appeared once again. This time though, the blur stopped a few inches in front of her, face blurry and Naia in shock stumbled backwards. Strong arms caught her and the woman whimpered when most her weight landed on her bad ankle. ''So... You're the guy who's been running around the city saving people? Thank you." Naia murmured, her voice hoarse as she hesitantly brought her fingers to her slender neck, lightly touching the burning wound and pulling away to find a smartening of red across her fingers. She'd always been bad with blood, and with her loss of adrenaline and state of drunkenness, the girl felt her world spin and legs give out. The black that had been tinging the edge of her vision surged and the girl had passed out before her body collided with the ground.

Naia Munroe | There's no sunshine, there's no you and me, this impossible year.


The first thing she is aware of is the sensation of a pressing, throbbing, jagged pain in her head. It makes her want to squeeze her eyes shut and bury herself deeper into the pillows. And she tries. But, the pain is persistent. The more she tries to ignore it, the more aware she becomes. The pressing pain in her head spreads to her neck, and ankle. After about ten minutes of trying to drift back to sleep, Naia gives up. She groans, stretching out her body and wincing when it protests when she moves too much. Rubbing her eyes trying to rub the sleep out of them, she opens her cerulean gaze finally and freezes when she notes she's not at home. Rather, a large spacious room, set up like some sort of medical bay. It takes a moment but, Naia realizes she knows this room. Had been in it nearly a year ago while Barry was in his coma. She blinks, sitting up rather rigidly unsure of how to react. Part of her figured it made sense. The meta's didn't start appearing until after the particle explosion, so it really shouldn't surprise her that S.T.A.R. labs was affiliated with the Flash.

Still, it brings back a painful clench of her gut and memories flooding her mind. Images of Barry lying helpless, unresponsive. Reminds her of Barry, and that still hurts too much to really think about. Not to mention that she's still too groggy to really ponder on STARLABS and metahumans. So she clears her throat, trying to piece together what had happened last night. She'd gone out, drank too much and tried to make it back to her apartment. But she hadn't made it. The man with the knife, tried to mug her. Absentmindedly her fingers carefully drift to her neck where it'd been cut feeling gauze and tape over the wound. At least STARLABS had patched up her neck. She'd stand, hobble her way out of here before she has to face anyone; after all the last time she'd seen Cisco or Caitlin was when they were helping Barr carry out boxes of his stuff. She figures that they must be good enough friends to help him move out of their old apartment.But as she pushes the thin sheets off her frame, poised to swing her legs out of bed she notes the medical tape around her left ankle.

The one she twisted in her struggle last night and after testing it out, she finds that it's still pretty sore. She could probably make her way out of here, call a cab or something but that also begs the question of where her coat is. In all honesty Naia considers how much she actually needs that coat. It was getting a little ragged, and if it weren't so damned cold and didn't have her phone in it's pocket- she would of left. "Hello?" Naia calls out hesitantly, her voice whispering off the walls. A sterile, bitter scent swirls about her, the smell of hospitals and medicine. She'd never liked hospitals. She hears nothing besides the pounding of her own heart in her ears. Another groan is stifled. She could really go for a fucking asprin right now or something. Her gaze raises to the walls and she wonders how long she'd been out. A couple hours? A day? She couldn't imagine it being that long, but again she has no idea what time it is, but is grateful that today was a Sunday. Not a work day for her.

She's about to call out again when the doors open, and she's greeted with two familiar faces. Cisco and Caitlin. ''Miss Munroe, do you remember us?'' Caitlin asks, her voice smooth and professional while Ciscio offers a friendly grin. ''You two helped Barry move out of ou- my apartment. Yes.'' When the words leave her mouth, she hears how much is sounds like an accusation. ''I'm sorry, that came out a little harsher than intended. But, what am I doing at Starlabs?" It's Cisco who answers. ''Oh well um, this is kind of a secret but STARLABS has been working with The Flash to catch other metahumans because... well we kind of created them and all." He begins to ramble and Naia can't help the little smile. ''Anyway you're here because you almost got mugged last night. The Flash found your licence after he stepped in and we knew the name so we had him bring you back here.'' Caitlin cuts in, offering a smile. ''You got to be more careful out there Naia. You're lucky the Flash was around this time.'' She scolds gently and Naia nods.

''I know... Just a long week. Do you have my phone and coat? I need to call some people to see if they can pick me up. Who wants to pay for cab, right?'' At this the two exchange a quick, dubious glance. ''Well we didn't think you'd be out much longer and we figured you wouldn't want to hang around here. So we tried calling Joe but he didn't pick up. So... We called Barry." At this Naia feels her stomach knot and anxiety crept into her voice. ''You called Barry?'' She can hear the disbelief in her voice and Caitlin offers a timid smile. ''He came as soon as he could, he's waiting in the vortex.'' Naia grits her teeth. She hadn't been alone with Barry since their breakup. She wasn't looking to change that. But there wasn't much she could do. ''Oh. Okay.'' Naia mumbles. Cisco mutters something about checking his meta alerts before disappearing with a, ''feel better'', leaving Caitlin and Naia alone. Snow is quiet, helps Naia up, while advising her to keep off her feet for the next few days. She lets the svelte blonde lean on her as Cait leads them towards the main vortex of STARLABS. Sure enough, Barry's already there; worry and concern apparent on his face. There was a time when Naia would of run to him; but now she hangs back taking her coat and shrugs into it.

There's still a part of her that just wants to be wrapped up by his arms but she doesn't let onto that. Rather she bids Caitlin goodbye, asking her to relay her thanks to Central City's scarlet speedster before slowly and carefully making her way towards Barry. The walk to the car is short, but quiet. Though she notes his gaze isn't far from her, even if it's only to stare at the gauze patch on her neck. As they approach the car, she notes it's Wally's car and Barr must of borrowed it to come get her. Quietly the girl slides into the passenger seat, slumping against the seats and sighing as her eyes briefly close. They're on the road before Naia speaks. ''You didn't have to come get me. It's not your job anymore. But thanks for coming anyway, I'm glad you did. Being back there... It only reminds me of your coma.'' She pauses for a moment, trying to relax. But it was hard being around the man who'd broken it off with no explanation. It hurt. ''Barry... Can you just do me a favor? Just bring me to Joe's okay? I don't want to be alone in my apartment right now. Besides, Caitlin said I shouldn't be going up and down stairs and stuff." Her voice is quiet, small and the fear over the incident last night was clear in her voice.

It took them a couple few hours to figure out what they were going to do, he knew they couldn't exactly tell her about him becoming the flash but he knew her seeing him might not be the best course of option. He had them call Joe but he knew he was busy so he didn't expect him to answer, Iris was loaded at work too so he decided that he would take her home himself. The last time he'd been to her apartment was the day he'd left, one of the most agonizing days of his life. Naia was everything to him, and he knew watching her be without him was hard but he'd rue the day he left her when she found someone else to care for her the way he wished he could.

When he first met her at the blind date set up by mutual friends, he hadn't expected much to come out of it. Overall, he expected a normal date that went awkwardly - but it didn't. The date went without a hitch and they were inseparable ever since. Seeing her now was harder than people might think. Barry knew the only person who might be able to empathize with how he felt was Caitlin - after her boyfriend died during the partical accelerator explosion. "Do you think she'll heal alright?" he asked as he looked at them.

"She'll be fine but she needs to be off her leg for a while, the cut on her neck was superficial - nothing serious," Catilin spoke with a bit of hesitance then gave a weak smile, "are you sure you want to take her home? Cisco or I can do it - it's no big deal,"

Barry shook his head a little, this was something he had to do. Seeing her laying on that bed only gave him a hint of what she'd went through while he'd been unconscious for nearly a year. He still felt sick for leaving her, he dreamed daily about taking it back but it wasn't possible. Unless he stopped being the flash there wasn't a way for them to be together safely. After the break up he remembered how Iris had yelled at him, calling him selfish and scared - she blamed all of this on being struck by lightning but didn't have any idea how right she was. It took nearly a month before she stopped ignoring him, and another two for her to greet him without rolling her eyes.

"I got this, just tell her you call me and we'll go from there - I'm sure I'm the last person she wants to see so I'll try to do this as quick as humanly possible," he told them pushing a hand through his dark chestnut hair a forlorn look creasing his normally placid features.

Cisco nodded, "she'll be waking up soon, her vitals are rising," he spoke from his spot behind his computer, he felt fortunate to have friends like them who supported him or were there to keep him level headed. They had talked him back from telling Naia about being the flash more than he could count. Barry felt weak against her, just one stare and he'd melted against the floor unable to tell her no. Their first real date had been one he'd never forget, he'd taken her to this off the wall dive bar that sold the best burgers he'd ever had in his entire life.

"She's awake," Caitlin spoke lightly and he walked out of the vortex room to wait in the hallway, he'd let them speak with her before he showed his face. Last night had surely been scary for her, he rubbed his face with both hands then leaned against the wall. The last twenty four hours had him drained, running on little sleep or fuel he knew after he dropped her off he'd have to eat all the food from a buffet to feel even slightly normal. When he walked into the Vortex room he gave a weak smile, he had a feeling she'd want to go directly to Joe's so he'd take here there just as she'd asked.

"Alright, need a piggy back to the car?" he asked her lightly not wanting her to walk on her foot - it needed to heal but he also knew she was stubborn, "hop on," he demanded gently, part of him wanted to take care of her but he knew he didn't have the right to do that anymore.

Barry let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, "I thought I told you not to walk home drunk, it's so dangerous here now..." he said softly, still looking out for her despite her probably hating his guts for leaving things the way he had. He'd given her no real reason as to why he'd ended things, part of him wished he'd come up with some sort of reason behind it but he couldn't. There was no reason he could leave her logically with out ruining whatever trust she had in him, he'd never cheat on her - and he hoped she'd know that.

Naia Munroe | There's no sunshine, there's no you and me, this impossible year.


She's shifting in her seat, trying not to linger on how Barry had insisted he carry her out to the car. He was likely only doing it so she'd not hurt herself further. He'd always been a selfless kind of person. Possibly what drew Naia to him like a sailor to the sea. The heat blasts from the vent, warming her up and she's half tempted to start fiddling with the radio to avoid talking to Barry. But she know's she can't. He didn't have to come pick her up, she knows this. He didn't have to care anymore. But he did enough to come get her after being nearly mugged last night. There's a part of her that knows that she can't stay upset with him forever. She'd always hated dragging other people into her messes and she knows the West's don't deserve to be dragged into this awkwardness that was now the relationship between her and Barry. The car sails on down the roads, and she can't help but wonder. What had happened to him? Had she done something, or had he simply woken up from his coma deciding that he didn't love her anymore?

And while she might of been tempted, she doesn't ask. Just casts a glance at him out of the corner of her eyes. Most of all? She just wishes she could snuggle against him like she used after a rough day. But it won't happen. "I thought I told you not to walk home drunk, it's so dangerous here now..." He speaks, causing her to glance towards him. For the briefest of moments it was like nothing changed between them. But it's only for the most fleeting of moments. ''I know. It wasn't my brightest idea but I just..." She sighs trailing off feeling heat creep into her cheeks flushing them a delicate pink. "It's just the holiday season is always really busy with work and it stresses me out. And recently I've-" She pauses rather abruptly. It was comfortable, familiar. Almost enough to lull her into a sense of security.Enough to almost tell him about the strange things that had been happening. The headaches and heaviness and the other things. And how could she even breach that? She couldn't. Her problems were not Barry's anymore, and his problems were not Naia's.

"I won't do it again, so don't worry.'' She mumbles, staring down at her hands. A year ago, had Barry and Naia been on a car ride, there would of been singing. Dancing in her seat and laughter rather than this silence that settled upon the two. A year ago on a car ride, Naia would hold one of Barr's hands as he drove, in easy silence or deep conversations. Now she just holds her hands together on her lap. ''You have to get over it.'' She scolds herself mentally. She's quiet and about a million worlds away lost in her own thoughts for most of the ride. Her fingers tapped absently against her legs, and she settled for watching the familiar streets pass by. The car was warm, warm as the black leather seats that she rested against. Soon enough they're pulling into Joe's driveway. This time Barry goes to her door, helps her up and this time Naia accepts his help allowing him to bring her into Joe's house. He makes his way into the living room, setting her down gently on the couch.

Upstairs she hear's Wally's music leaking from his room. She'd pop by to say hello later. For now she sighs with relief and slumps against the cushions of Joe's house. Barry disappears upstairs for a moment, probably to give Wally his keys back. But soon enough he's back in the living room and eyeing Naia like he's waiting for her permission or something. The house is unusually quiet. Joe's out, and so is Iris. The slender blonde shifts herself carefully, grimacing when she jolts her ankle. ''Um... Did you have plans today?" She turns a curious gaze back towards Barry. ''If you don't you could... Well I mean if you wanted to- I was just going to put Netflix on until Joe got back." She stumbles over her words, and they feel clunky in her mouth. She hadn't spent much quality time with Barr since their breakup. But she doesn't want to be alone right now. And while she may not understand why he left, Naia knew that Barr had always made her feel safe. She could use his presence right now.

The whole ride was awkwardly quiet except for a few moments where they spoke, and he wished she was talk to him the way they used to but it was a lot harder than he'd anticipated. Naia wasn't the same, and neither was he - it took a lot of strength not to break down and tell her everything that had been going on. It wouldn't be wise, as much as he knew she would understand the whole situation was one he couldn't risk exposing her to. Hearing her promise she wouldn't do it again brought him some relief, but he knew he'd make it something of a habit to check on her more often now during his nightly routine. Being the flash was far from easy, the whole city either hated or loved you - there was no in between when it came to being a vigilante. When he first realized he had become a metahuman, things were kind of looking up for him. Going to work didn't take as long, and cleaning his apartment was breeze - in fact he was sure that Naia had noticed how clean their place was before they'd broken up.

As a whole he felt like his entire life had gotten easier, and by using his powers for good - he could stop all the bad that had come with the explosion. Many people in the city had become metahumans, and most of them were not looking out for the city like he'd hoped they would. It seemed like he was the only one with a level head, one who didn't only want to look out for himself. "Thank you, I ... even if we're not together I'm always going to care about Naia, I still want you to be my best friend," he spoke gently but couldn't look at her. There wasn't much that could make Barry cry, but looking at the blond next to him could certainly do it. She was his everything, despite their relationship having ended, he felt like she was still the one he'd spend the rest of his life with.

''Um... Did you have plans today?" Naia looked a bit nervous about asking him this but he wasn't sure why, he shook his head indicating that he had no real plans for the day. He'd called off work just to make sure she was well taken care of. Barry worried about her no matter what, and he'd planned on making sure everything was okay before he went back to work. ''If you don't you could... Well I mean if you wanted to- I was just going to put Netflix on until Joe got back." there it was - the in he'd been waiting for, spending time with her like they used to would definitely put him in a better mood. Being friends with her would bring back some joy to his life, he'd get to see her more often - after seeing her every day for over three years it was odd to not have her around or have her face pop up on his phone.

"Sure, yeah .. thats fine," he said a smile curving his lips as he turned the car off, "I'll carry you in, we don't want you to damage it anymore than it already is, maybe I'll cook us something too," he offered, Joe always had an abundance of food in his fridge so if he was running low or happened to be too lazy to grocery shop he'd come over here.

Naia Munroe | There's no sunshine, there's no you and me, this impossible year.


She offers up a little smile when Barry states that he can stay and watch some Netflix with her. "I'll carry you in, we don't want you to damage it anymore than it already is, maybe I'll cook us something too," He announces and she nods. ''Okay.'' Maybe it could be nice. And again, Naia would rather be with Barry than be alone right now. Soon enough he's at the side of her door, and carefully picks her up. Instinctively her arms slide around his neck to steady herself; and she's painfully aware of their close proximity. He's only mere inches away from her face, their noses nearly brush as Barry carries her from the car towards the front door. He's warm against the chill of December his heartbeat strong and steady against her. Her own heart misses a beat, and quickly she glances away. Her nose is filled with the scent of his cologne, dry and familiar. To her relief, Barry gets her inside quickly, and gently sets her down on Joe's couch. Naia settles herself back against the couch cushions, closing her eyes and sighing happily. She's relieved to be away from STARLABS, and while she's thankful for Cisco and Caitlin patching her up; Naia doesn't particularly like being at the lab.

She shakes herself of these despondent thoughts, and rather stretches to pick up the remote on the coffee table in front of the couch. After a bit of rearranging herself so her legs are outstretched, Naia ends up with her shoulder resting against her ex, not unlike how they used to when they were together. And Naia again realizes how much she's missed this. Missed him. His words come back to her, from the car. "-Even if we're not together I'm always going to care about Naia, I still want you to be my best friend," And Naia knows that she'll want that too. There's a part of the woman that knows she can't mope about this forever. She won't. "Barry?" Her voice is quiet, meek almost as she searches for the right things to say. She feels the heat of his gaze flick to her, and Naia decides to simply be honest with her ex-beau. "I didn't realize you still wanted to be friends." Her fingers tap nervously against her leg. "I'm sure you had your reasons for leaving but... It just felt so sudden I thought... I wasn't sure if I'd done something wrong or upset you and that's part of the reason I haven't been... around as much."

This is the first time they've really even mentioned their breakup to one another. Upstairs she can still faintly hear Wally's music, and she figures Joe won't be home for awhile so the two will have some time to themselves to talk. Maybe that's what they needed to get back to friends. As much as it twists her gut Naia thinks perhaps they need to talk about it move on. Some closure. Iris had suggested awhile ago she talk to Barry about the breakup, but she'd always been too... Too upset. Broken up about it to even spend much time thinking about it. The couch cushions are soft against her legs, clad in the same jeans she'd worn out last night. A wayward strand of blonde falls forward, obscuring her gaze for a moment, but she's quick to tuck it behind her ear. She wants to blurt out that she'd missed him. But what good would that do? Instead she offer's a crooked like smile. ''Well, anyway I'll let you pick the movie, since you offered to cook." There's an amusement in her voice as she passes the remote to the dark-haired male beside her, though she pauses, "Just no action. I had enough of that last night."

The memory of the knife, pressed to her throat makes a shudder run up her spine. She'd of been dead had it not been for the scarlet speedster. She'd have to tell Iris all about their brief encounter. After all, she had been writing about him since the beginning really. And from what she had told Naia, even met him a few times. She shifts against the couch, moving her injured leg slightly so it was a little more comfortable on Joe's couch. And while she still feels a little awkward, a little hurt- it's... It's not terrible. Being there with Barry. He'd always been good about taking care of her when she fell ill; and this was no exception. In the background the movie he picked played, though it really served as background noise for Naia. She was too distracted to focus on the film. Between having her ex next to her, closer than they'd been since they broke up, and thoughts of last night's incident her brain was just too... Too hyper-alert to everything else but the movie to focus.