Barry couldn't believe he had let his friends talk him into a cruise. A two-week cruise!

He shrugged the thought off as he pulled his bag across the deck. He looked around the ship again, a smile gracing his features for the first time in weeks. The boat was huge, as any cruise ship was. Barry had practically memorized where everything was from staring at the map, so he knew where the pool was. He didn't really know why they needed a pool on the ocean, but he wasn't going to complain. There was a shuffleboard, too, though Barry wasn't sure exactly where or what that was. There was an arcade, something Barry was definitely going to visit. But the thing that took up most of the boat was the cabins and restaurants. Some were fast food, but there were actual places, like Applebees and Perkins. Barry hadn't spent much time looking at the cabins, but he was excited to see his own. He would have a roommate. He knew he couldn't pay for this on his own, so he had agreed to have one. All he knew was that it was a male.

He walked over to the balcony of the boat and looked over the edge. The water was beautiful this time of day. It was beautiful to watch the sunset no matter where you were, but there was something special about watching it color the waves as they lapped at the boat, or to see it without a window in the way.

He never wanted to leave the beautiful view. But he knew he'd have to soon. It was getting late, and Barry still had to meet his roommate and explore the rest of the boat. He had a feeling he wouldn't have time for both, but he didn't know which one to do.

Eh. He could meet his roommate tomorrow. Same with the rest of the boat, but some stuff opened late and closed early in the morning. Like the bar, for example. Caitlin had focused all her efforts on making a serum to get him drunk when she had heard he was actually going on the trip, something he had tried to protest. Obviously, she didn't listen.

Honestly, he was secretly excited. Everything was so hectic lately, like with H.R.'s death, and Iris almost replacing him. Not to mention Savitar. Barry couldn't help but worry. What if he came back? What if Barry became him?

Logically, he knew both were unlikely, but every other part if his being thought they were going to happen.

He really needed this. They had been right. He was overworking himself. This could be the break he needed.

So he pulled himself from the breathtaking view and pulled his bag with him to his cabin. Hopefully, his roommate wouldn't be in and he could just drop his stuff off.

He headed toward the nearest door, suddenly realizing he had no idea where his room was. He doubted anyone just knew where his room was, but it didn't hurt to ask. Right?

But as he stumbled down a nearby hall, all previous thoughts were forgotten. There were pictures on the wall—beautiful ones. There was one that had a red gem on a grey stone. The ruby was shining in the sunlight. There was some grass around the bottom, but you wouldn't notice it unless you could somehow tear your eyes from the bright ruby. There wasn't much to see in the background, but there were a few redwood trees. Looking down, Barry could see some words written on a plague. It read, 'Shining.'

Another one was of a white rabbit. It was sticking its paw out toward a human girl. She looked to be about seven. She had rosy cheeks and blue eyes that made her blonde hair stand out. She was absolutely gorgeous. The rabbit looked almost human with the way it stared at the girl. Its blue eyes seemed to pierce hers, showing the same level of feeling. This one was called, 'Feeling.'

The hallway was completely white, almost like it was glowing. The bottom of the walls was brown, but the rest except a part in the middle was white. There was a middle line through every wall that was gold. It stood out against the white.

Barry couldn't help but stare when his eyes came to land on another piece. This one was of two men, one of which was on a rock. The one who was sitting on the rock had tears in his eyes, though they were difficult to see because of his hands in the way. There was another younger man behind him, rubbing a comforting hand across the first man's back. The second male seemed almost hurt by the other man's tears. He looked like he'd give anything to make them go away. The first man just looked relieved the second man was there. It was sweet. It was obvious that whoever had drawn it felt very strongly when they had made it. This piece was called, 'Comfort.'

Barry didn't know how he managed to rip his eyes away, but he did. He felt something slid down his cheek, so he reached up, and was shocked to realize it was a tear. He knew why, of course. That last picture. Comfort. Barry had always wanted to feel the way those men seemed to, but Iris didn't return his feelings, which he didn't blame her for. He had moved on, but they always did say you never forgot your first love, and Barry was pretty sure they were right. Iris would always have a special place in his heart. Though it was pretty easy to move on when you realized you liked guys instead of girls.

He sighed. He tossed his gray duffel bag over his shoulder. He was sick of dragging it around, especially since it was starting to get caught on some slightly loose nails in the wooden floor. The floor was polished, but everything had its faults. Not to mention that a duffel bag wasn't supposed to be dragged around. That, too.

He trudged slowly toward a nearby door to check the room number but was quickly disappointed to find that it was number 281. He was 349. So, in other words, he wasn't even close.

"Oops! Sorry," Barry heard. He turned around and was surprised to see a young woman blushing and looking down at her feet. She seemed extremely shy, something Barry couldn't fault her for.

She had green glasses to match her blue eyes that were currently locked with the floor. Her shirt was a bright pink, easy to spot in a crowded room. He wondered if that was her intention, or completely on accident. Her jeans were the normal blue, her hands in her front pockets. She was pretty tall, but nowhere near his height. Her long, black hair stopped halfway down her back. Her sandals showed off her blood red toes, which didn't seem to match her personality. Barry would guess a friend had said they looked good, which wouldn't be a lie. Her skin was tan like she spent all day in the sun, something Barry usually did, though he still ended up extremely pale.

"No problem," Barry smiled kindly. He knew exactly how it felt to be shy and run into people you didn't know. He had done it several times today.

Her eyes didn't look up, but he could see a faint smile at her lips.

"I completely understand," Barry continued on. "I'm shy, too, and I run into people all the time. Most don't tell at me, but getting lectured by an eighty-year-old isn't exactly fun." This time, she let out a laugh. She finally looked up. Her blue eyes still wouldn't meet his green ones, though.

"Do you know where room 349 is?" he asked, realizing he finally had an opportunity. She nodded quickly. "Take a left at the bar, then go straight, then take the first right," she said. Barry smiled and thanked her before rushing out, leaving her on her own. He realized he hadn't even gotten her name, something that he knew was going to bug him, but now was not the time. He knew he wouldn't be able to remember those directions, but he could remember that it was close to the bar. Question was, where was the bar?

Well, he knew it wouldn't be that difficult, seeing as there were signs everywhere. The ones for the bar had a beer bottle on them. Even the company was visible. Bud Light. There were other signs too. One was for the arcade. It had a picture of a kid holding the joysticks as he stared at a giant TV. Another one was for the pool, though Barry already knew where that was. Caitlin had made him promise to swim five laps a day. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn't do it, so she also made him promise to send pictures. Barry would normally wonder if she was trying to "enjoy the view," but she was dating Cisco, so it was unlikely.

After looking at a few of the signs and wondering around what seemed like the entire boat, Barry realized that the bar was right across from the pool. He knew that because he was in the bar, staring out a window at the pool. If only he had known. He was actually curious how he had managed to memorize the pool's location but not his own room. That was going to drive him nuts.

He figured he had some time to kill, so he could just hang out at the bar and have a few drinks. Sure, they wouldn't do anything, but he had missed the flavor. Not to mention the views.

There were men and women dancing around the bar, some smirking and some just being shy. One woman seemed to take an interest in Barry and walked over. Well, this would be awkward.

She walked over to him and sat at his table. Before he could say anything, she put a finger up. "Honey, I'm not blind. I know you're not into girls. It's why I chose you. I'm trying to make an ex jealous without hurting someone. I can tell you've been with a girl or something, so you're perfect. You gonna help me or no?"

Barry shrugged. She had long, black hair that matched her brown eyes perfectly. She wore a dress that reminded him of what Caitlin had worn when they went to that bar together. She was pretty tall, meaning she didn't need heels, so she didn't wear any, instead she wore wearing flat, black shoes that matched the rest of her outfit.

"Sure," Barry agreed. He was shocked when she walked over and straddled him, kissing him hard and passionate as she rotated her hips. When he had agreed to kiss her, this had not been what he was expecting. But if she wanted him to give a show, then he would.

He lifted her up and carried her to a nearby wall that wasn't near anyone and pressed her against it. He felt himself pant against her lips while she made a noise of surprise.

"How about we leave now and make it look like you went to my room?" Barry suggested. The woman (did he seriously not know her name?) made a noise of agreement. He pulled himself back a little so she could have some space to gather herself. He reached his hand out and was surprised when she took it. She smiled at him, showing her teeth which had likely had braces at some point considering how straight they were.

As they walked out the door, Barry couldn't resist asking, "What's your name?"

She winked at him.

"That's for the second date," she teased. Barry blushed and looked down.

"JJ was right about you," the woman muttered. Barry raised an eyebrow, his blush forgotten. When she saw his look, she let out a laugh. "You know, that girl who told you to come to the bar? That's JJ, otherwise known as Jackie. She doesn't care either way."

Barry sighed. Apparently, she got the point, because she laughed again. "Fine," she giggled. "My name is Lily. Happy?"

Barry nodded, earning a third laugh from her. "I'm Barry," he offered.

"Where is your room?" Lily asked. Barry thought about it for a moment before realizing something.

"How did she tell you before you met me?" he asked. Lily laughed. "Honey, you took forever to get here. She came, spent half an hour with me, then left. I waited another ten minutes before you showed up." Barry glared at her, but it was hard to look intimidating when you were blushing as bad as he was.

"In answer to your question, I don't actually know," Barry admitted. Lily decided to refrain from telling him that JJ had already told her that and instead show him the way. By now, they were walking toward a new hallway that was separate from the bar and pool. This one didn't have any pictures, but it was red instead of white. Instead of brown, it was black at the bottom. But the golden line was the same. The boat used colors to identify rooms and hallways. White was the majority of the ship since it was the most beautiful, but they had found other colors. Red, green, orange, purple, indigo, a few different blues, and pink were all the cabin hallways. Each had black at the bottom. Any white one was an activity hallway. Gray meant it was for security only.

The hallway seemed to go on forever, but Lily stopped at one of the first few and gestured to the room number. It was 349.

"JJ and I share room 347," Lily explained. She pointed to the door on the left of his. "Come to get us when you wake up and we can hang out. If you want, " she added, almost as an afterthought. Barry refrained from laughing and smiled at her. He put his key into the door and turned it, throwing one last wave over his shoulder only to realize Lily was already gone. Ouch.

He was still smiling when he walked into the room. He looked around. It was pretty small, but it looked comfy. It certainly wouldn't make his claustrophobia act up. There was a TV in the middle of the room he walked into, which he would guess was the living room. There was a couch a few feet in front of the door and in front of the TV, which was currently off. There was a small table with a lamp on it to the left side of the couch, something Barry knew he'd be using a lot. To his right, there was a bathroom that he could explore later. He was really anxious to meet his roommate and see where he'd be sleeping.

So he went to his left instead, which he guessed was the way to the bedroom.

When he got in, he was greeted by a bunk bed. The room was pretty empty with only four white walls, but at the end of the bottom bunk, there was a suitcase that was still shut.

When he looked at the top bunk, though, he couldn't help but gasp when he recognized the occupant.

"Miss me?" Leonard Snart greeted.