Perchance to Dream

[lvpd_sidle]

Her nightmares have been gradually tapering off. Sleep isn't something Sara regards with dread anymore.

She settles in next to Mark one night, comforted by the feeling of his arm around her waist.

Sometimes it still takes her a while to drift off.

Not this time.

[ooc: Locked.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

"Oh, he's more than aware of that. Last year, Bar apparently turned him into his roommate." She smirks back, remembering last year. It had been fun.

"We'll have one ceremony here, and one in New York with his family. Mostly to keep his mother off his back, more than anything else."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"New York...you're marrying a New Yorker?" Barry isn't really serious, though his midwestern farmboy biases never went away even after death. "Please tell me he's at least a Mets fan."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I...actually don't know. I don't think he really cares about sports."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry makes a face of fake disapproval. And then stifles a laugh.

"There are worse fates than to marry a New Yorker. And don't worry about his mother. Let her have the wedding. It's not what matters." He wonders if Mark's mother, judging by the name, is a New York Jewish mother, but he's not the kind to ask such things.

[lvpd_sidle]

"She means well but...I hope it isn't wrong to hope she never finds the bar." Suspicion's probably confirmed by now. "The one here won't be traditional--but I'm really not sure what traditional means anymore."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry opens and closes his mouth. Once, he would have had many, many thoughts about traditional. He stil does, in fact, but he also knows that there is much more to life.

"Knowing this place, it will probably quite something to see. And no matter what, the bride will be beautiful."

Barry then sems to flicker for a moment.

[lvpd_sidle]

She notices and closes her eyes, head lowering. "Almost out of time?" she says quietly, but it's not really a question.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Almost." He doesn't want to go, but he knows that the longer he stays, the harder it will be to leave. "The Speed Force calls, as always.

"But I'm glad it let me out this once. It's good to see you. Good to see you happy." He gets up and stands next to Sara.

"I love you, Sara Sidle, and I always will. And I wish you the best of lives with Mark. I hope that if you have kids, they give you nothing but joy. And that if you choose to be just aunt and uncle to Gil's kids, that you spoil them rotten."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Thank you, Barry," she says quietly, touching his hand, but not taking it. Knowing it would only hurt worse. "And I will always love you, always be thankful I found you. My children will know of you."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry can only smile. He wants to give her one more hug, but that would do no one any good, really. He is content to fee her hand one more time.

"Who knows? Maybe with any luck, whtaever let me in will bring me back again for Halloween every year?" He doubts it, but he's always been an optimist.

He flickers again, and for longer.

"Oh...one more thing, speaking of kids. I really don't know why I know this, but I think Bart's taken over for Wally. Complete with one of my old costumes. Always knew he head in in him." He beams, proud of his grandson.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Doesn't surprise me in the least. I'll know he'll do honor to your legacy." She smiles at him. "Thank you."

For coming back. For being happy for me. For loving me.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He smile is as bright as it was when he woke her. Just seeing her smile is all he needs for the return to the great race of his afterlife.

The flicker becomes a slow fade, almost like the Cheshire Cat in red.

"Be well, my darling. Tell Mark that I'm glad he found you. And get some sleep..."

There is a blink, like lightning, and he is gone. If he was ever really there.

[ooc: and thank you for this blast from the past!]

[lvpd_sidle]

She blinks......and sits up. There are no indentations in the chair. Mark is sleeping next to her, peacefully.

Laying back down, she's not surprised to find that her pillow is wet.

[ooc: Thank you!]