The Flash: West Allen Family One Shots: I'm The Flash For My Family

If I Could Freeze Time

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Hey everyone! So This One-Shot was inspired by the idea; what if Barry and Iris tried to make a few minutes last a day? Kind of like how Iris was saying in season 8 that with a speedster, you can live a day in a few seconds... just kind of the reverse meaning of that idea lol.

For fun, this one is going to take place during season three of the show, between the time before Barry proposes to Iris, but after the time that they've moved in together, just for a little bit of context.

I'm not sure I would call it my bestest work, but you never know! Sometimes the things I think come out the worst are the things that everyone loves the most! (Also this has been sitting around for a long time so I figured I finally post it lol)

Now that that's out of the way, time to jump right into the story! Run Reader, Run!

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The sound of copying machines and furious typing echoed all throughout the many windowed office space of Picture News, Central City's most trusted and popular news outlet (or at least so read their slogan beneath the large sign outside for all to see).

The smell of freshly printed paper and coffee hung like a thick cloud in the multi-desked space, though that was more of a normal occurrence than a consequence of this panic mode.

Bustling people rushed past one another as they all raced to get back to their desks and their work, eager to try and have it completed before the upcoming closing time that was fast approaching.

One of said employees, Iris West, had already downed three cups of coffee just that afternoon, and showed up early to get her own personal passion project done before the chaotic storm she knew would roll over into the office today after the mayor's speech.

And her outward appearance seemed to match the tiredness she felt on the inside.

Her normally long slick black hair was thrown up in uneven bunches all around her shoulders, brushing lightly against the black work suit and white undershirt that was messily wrinkled against her body.

That, along with the tired bags under her eyes, all complemented the mess of scratched out papers, pens, and empty coffee cups that lay strewn all across the small work station.

" And I'm just about... done!" Iris thought as she finished typing the last few words into her article, leaning back in her silver desk chair exhaustively as a mixture of relief and pride flooded her tired body.

She loved doing her job, loved making a difference, but that didn't mean that it wasn't taxing sometimes. And even after a year of working there, she still wasn't really adjusted to the long hours her job could bring.

I miss when I thought reporting was boring.

" And somehow... I think I might need to go get myself another coffee." Iris laughed to herself between a long yawn, feeling the most recent empty cup that sat next to her.

At least I got that piece about Metahumans out to Mr. Baxon's office this morning, even if it did take me twice as long to finish as I thought it would. I think it'll really help give them a voice they don't have right now.

But even better, I at least have something special to look forward to when I'm done here, or should I say someone special." Iris thought as she glanced a look up at the nearby hand clock, which read that it was four thirty-six, only twenty-four minutes from when she'd get off of work.