badassprodigy | A warehouse called George

The island had moved Sunday. All thoughts of catching up with Roxie back home went out the window as Barry spent almost all day trying to determine the method of movement and how the changes occurred.

"Fuck!"

As usual, Barry could find no scientific reason for it. Now the extradimensional pockers? He got that. How it happened to his pockets and added items he had no reason to think he put there (ladder, shovel, etc)?

"Fuck!"

Yep. No scientific reason for that either.

And when he found out that any money he had was turned into bells?

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Well that certainly put some roadblocks in replacing some of his equipment.

Finally Monday rolled around and after yet another sleepless night, Barry finally got around to calling Roxie.

She picked up on the first ring and looked absolutely shocked. In the background Barry could see she was at the local Starbucks and was towering over some of the other patrons as she got her beverage. "Barry? Holy Shit! Dude!"

"Good to see you, Roxie. Obviously Jeremy didn't tell you I was back."

Roxie's grin immediately dropped to a scowl. "You called him first? I should have known."

"You were next on my list but I was only covered in bed sheets and couldn't help but tell everyone embarrassing shit about myself. I felt a day to recover and wear clean underwear and clothes in front of you was a higher priority."

That got Roxie's smirk back. "You get back and that island already starts fucking with you, huh?"

"Yeah, well at least I don't think I'm fucking George Michael," Barry joked.

"Not unless you want Jeremy fondling your ball sack," Roxie said with a laugh.

Which ended abruptly as Roxie's eyes darted off-screen. "Listen, Barry, this might not be a good time. Can I call you back?"

"Oh. Sure. I just haven't talked to you in ten years. Just blow me off and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Is that who I think it is?"

Barry sighed. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Shit."

"Look, give the guy a break-" Roxie started to explain to the person off camera.

The image of the phone shifted directions and suddenly Barry was face to face with someone he had desperately hoped to avoid.

"Hi Sara."

"Barry. What's it been?"

"Five years, seven months and five days."

The flat expression on Sara's face showed she was not amused. "And not a word from you. What a shock."

"Well the last time we talked, you made it pretty clear I was a shithead and you wanted nothing to do with me," Barry said trying not to sound defensive. "Which I don't blame you for at all. Again, I was a complete fuck up and-"

"Whatever."

The image got blurry as the phone was tossed by Sara on... something. Barry heard it clatter and shuffle around a bit before Roxie's face reappeared.

"Barry, I'm sorry. She got here early and I-" Roxie sighed. "Look she's still pretty pissed at you."

"And rightly fucking so," Barry said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I need to-"

"Go talk to her," Barry said waving Roxie away. "We'll catch up later."

Barry hung up still pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to keep the headache away. Yeah. That went well.

In cases such as these, Barry knew the best remedy. Turning around and getting back to work and desperately trying not to think about it.

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