Caitlin walked down toward S.T.A.R. Labs, coffee in hand. Today, she was going to check up on Barry again. Honestly, she didn't know much about the kid (except for what Cisco read about on his Facebook page), but she doubted he was a bad guy. She wondered what his powers would be, or if he even was a meta.

These days, those creeps were everywhere, just waiting to strike.

"Move it, lady!"

Caitlin turned on the peach sidewalk toward the deep voice. She had a feeling he was talking to her, and she felt anger churn in her stomach.

"Watch your tone, jackass!" she replied.

Then she saw him.

He had a strong build. He had either a scowl or a look of concentration (maybe both?) on his face as he made his way toward her, running at what appeared to be his top speed (which was pretty fast). Upon closer inspection, she realized his arms were completely covered by burnt tissue. She briefly wondered how that had happened.

Suddenly, she realized he was about to ram into her.

She tried to move out of the way, but she ended up tripping ("Dammit!").

Instead of shoving past her like she had been expecting, he just changed course toward her. When he got close enough, he picked her up bridal style and carried her as he ran. The most impressive thing was that during this whole ordeal, he hadn't slowed down once (it was also a little creepy).

"What the hell? Put me down!" Caitlin ordered, but he didn't listen. She looked over his shoulder and was shocked to see a human that may or may not have had spikes like devil's horns. It seemed to shriek after her mysterious savior.

They ran as fast as possible, but it seemed like it had given up. Either that or was waiting up ahead for them to cut them off. She desperately hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly. Even though she hadn't been running, she was panting. She couldn't tell you why if she wanted to.

Burny (hey, Cisco was the namer) raised an eyebrow at her. He wasn't panting at all!

"What the hell's your problem?" he asked gruffly.

She moved to put a hand on his cheek like she was going to kiss him, but instead pulled it back and slapped him. Hard.

"The fuck was that for?" Burny demanded.

"Well, you picked me up and carried me! I thought I was getting kidnapped!" Caitlin said, her anger slowly growing. "Not to mention that you haven't even told me your name!"

Burny smirked at her. "It's Mick Rory," he said. He didn't extend his hand or smile.

"Well, wish I could say it was a pleasure," Caitlin said, spinning on her heel and walking away.

"Well, damn," Mick said as he watched the sassy girl walk away. "I swear to God imma hit that."