Tuesday Afternoon: The Not-so-Abandoned-Warehouse

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Barry had avoided the warehouse for a total of a day. For the better part of the weekend, he had been holed up here watching friends go through some of the more horrible things that he could have ever imagined. There were of course bright moments that happened as well but the overall horror was outshining those moments.

Which is probably why Barry decided to call home.

"Dude!"

Jeremy's face was all smiles. "What the fuck man? You finally decided to give your best buddy a call after weeks of ignoring me?"

"Shut the fuck up," Barry retorted with a smirk. "I send you emails all the time."

"Yeah but who the fuck has time to read that?" Jeremy snarked back. "So what's the reason for the call?"

Barry paused a moment, his grin fading. "I don't think I ever thanked you."

Jeremy's expression went to immediate puzzlement. "What?"

"I never thanked you. For smacking me around whenever I was doing dickish things to people when we were kids."

Jeremy's expression never changed. "Dude. What the fuck are you talking about? You're being like... serious and shit. What the fuck happened?"

And it all came out. Barry told Jeremy everything. About Eleanor and her sub. The away team's trip to Rapture. Especially all the ugly things that had been done just because no one gave a shit about the consequences. Eleanor. Little Sisters. Big Daddies/Mr. Bubbles. Splicers. Cults. All of it.

Jeremy's jaw had dropped and his mouth was hanging open by the end of it. "Duuuuuuuuuude..."

"I know. Anyway. Part of me wonders if I had been there what I would have done. I'd like to think I would have stopped the experiments, not allowed little girls to become monsters but... honestly I think I would have gone along with it."

"DUDE!"

"If I didn't have you as a best friend."

"What?"

"You were always there. Telling me to do the right thing. Most of the time. Calling me on my shit when I was being a fucking dick."

Jeremy snorted in amusement. "Dude you weren't always that bad. You knew what needed to be done. You just needed a fucking push sometimes. Or a kick to the fucking 'nads."

Oh, Jeremy. It always came back to the gonads, didn't it?

"Yeah. But you were the one doing the pushing. And I just wanted to say thanks."

Jeremy grinned. "You're welcome. Now are we done being fucking wusses now? Shit. I think my shlong inverted just talking to you."

"Fuck you," Barry said with a laugh. "How are things with Roxie?"

"Good! She's fucking awesome. We're going to see meta for Guardians for the thirtieth time this weekend. You should come!"

"Eh. We'll see. I might have something planned with Elsa."

"Ooooo. Elsa. You finally fucking kiss her or what?"

Barry's face betrayed any response he could have had.

"DUDE! I SAW THAT!"

"Fuck you!" Barry retorted. "I don't know what you're fucking talking about!"

"BARRY KISSED A GIIIIIIIIRRRRRL! BARRY KISSED A GIIIIIIIIRRRRRL! BARRY KISSED A GIIIIIIIIRRRRRL! Do you LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE her?"

"Fuck you!" Barry said half laughing. "It was just a kiss."

"BARRY KISSED A GIIIIIIIIRRRRRL! BARRY KISSED A GIIIIIIIIRRRRRL!"

"I take everything back," Barry said shaking his head in amusement. "You're an asshole."

Jeremy had no response. He was too busy making kissy noises at his phone.

"Fuck you," Barry said as his way of saying goodbye and disconnected.

After the call he sat back and shook his head in amusement. Suddenly the warehouse didn't seem as grim anymore.

Five minutes later he was back to his regular self and running five experiments at once as he started building yet another project.

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