A warehouse called George - Saturday

[badassprodigy]

Barry didn’t so much wake up to find a monkey this morning so much as turn around and her sitting on his console.

“Where the fuck did you come from?”

“It’s one of those weekends, dear boy,” the monkey replied in a proper British accent. “And I am your daemon.”

Barry glared at the monkey. “Right and you’re not-“

“I am not a ploy by a giant telepathic gorilla to get you back to Ramaat.”

Barry just stared at the monkey. “You know what? I’m just going to get back to work.”

“And I would be happy to assist,” the monkey replied, as she went to the console and began looking on eBay for ancient computer systems.

Barry blinked and shrugged. “Okay.”

And there was a brief pause before he said “Hey, could I-“

“No, Barry. I’m not giving you tissue samples.”

Barry sighed and went back to work.

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[badassprodigy]

“That’s pretty fucking accurate,” Barry said with a sigh. “I was trying to figure out a way to inoculate people so gremlin bites wouldn’t make us hallucinate. I got injected accidentally and there were... side effects.”

“Severe side effects,” Minerva said from the console where she was being sneaky while Barry was talking. “I believe we still have security video from that incident.”

“Don’t you fucking-“

Too late. It was already playing.

Barry sighed. Well, he had seen Summer as Madonna the day before. Might as well get a dose of his own medicine.

So to speak.

[somethingwithturquoise]

[[ one million years later.... ]]

"Oh, no, you don't hav--"

Summer's own objection overlapped with Barry's, but then there was video already playing and Tinkles was shoving a bowl of popcorn at her, and that was enough to make her realize there was probably no stopping it, and also, "Where did you even get this, Tinkles?"

Which was just met with an indulging sort of giggle, because, duh, Summer, she was magical, but also they were going to miss it! And honestly, once it got going, it was kind of hard to not pay attention to it.

And then it was done, and Summer's head tilted, and her mouth was open as if she was about to say something, then she stopped, paused, shut her mouth.

Tinkles giggled. "Summer wants to say that that's why you don't test things on yourself."

There was a gasp of betrayal, a flush of red. "Tinkles!" Then, almost as if for damage control: "I mean, that could have been, like, way worse."

Could have. Watching high school Barry spaz out and then get basically hog-tied with a girl's hair and then sat on was definitely not what she was expecting to get out of today, but she was also not complaining about it, either.

[badassprodigy]

“I did not fucking inject myself with an experimental vaccine ,” Barry said locking down the console. “There was a gremlin that broke out of the cage stabbed me in the ass with the test vaccine.”

“Which we also have footage of,” Minerva offered but upon getting a glare from Barry added. “Which we don’t need to show as we’ve seen enough embarrassing footage today. I will point out that this was actually a turning point for Barry. He was quite the curmudgeon before this. Things for him would have been very different if he had cured himself. He learned to trust other people and be vul-“

“Shut up Minerva or we’re going to have a herd of teal deer in here.”