James urgently pressed something into Alex's hand.

Alex gave him a rare look of confusion as she passed the communications receiver from one hand to the other. "James?"

James had spun on his heel and headed towards the sofa, where Kara was straining to turn her head towards them. He leaned over the back of the sofa, studying his hero in the light, unaware of the dramatics that took place while he was gone. Kara exhaled softly as he placed a hand along her cheek.

"Hell—ooooo? Are you there yet?" a muted, disembodied voice echoed from the receiver.

Alex fumbled to cuff it around her ear, "Hello?"

"Hello? Alex? Alex! Good, James made it!"

"Winn?" Alex scrutinized, "How—just how?"

"Oh, my god have you ever flown with Hank? Next time, just leave me out of the apocalypse. Anyway, radio waves are still online, I just had to charge the headsets—but you can thank me later—how's Kara?"

Alex scooped up the duffel bag and strode over towards her sister, "Alive. Winn, we need a plan. J'onn is fighting our power-hungry friend. We need to get Kara help and we need to stop whatever the hell that thing is."

"I know. I'm in communication with Hank, too. He's trying to lead it out of the city, but it's not interested. In fact, it doesn't really want to go much more south than Thibodaux boulevard."

As Winn spoke, Alex rummaged through James' duffel bad from the DEO. She found a small metal tin that had a handful of what looked like gel-filled, translucent pods, the size of coin.

She very carefully took Kara's arm, turned it so the soft skin of her forearm was exposed, and pressed one of the pods to skin below her wrist.

James asked, "What's that?"

"Little sting, Kar," Alex ignored James as she pressed the pod against Kara's skin.

Kara hissed, "Ah!" as a sharp, localized stab came from the pod, followed by a pinpricking cold that spread up her arm.

"I know, shh, it'll help with the pain." Alex said, tossing the empty pod away and replacing it with another, this one a slightly different color, "And this one is an antimicrobial—just in case."

Kara gave a small nod and Alex continued.

When she was done, Alex resumed sifting through the contents of the bag, talking to James, "When did that thing attack?"

"Right by Sterling road. Hank dropped me on the sidewalk and told me to get here." James gave a single headshake, "It was weird. Before, when I was with Kara, it didn't seem interested in me. This time I could, I don't know…feel it come after me. But it was just as interested in Hank, too."

Alex lined up her supplies on the floor; tubing, saline, sterile gauze, one-use scalpel blades, a small tank of compressed oxygen, a pack of butterfly stitches, another tin of kryptonian-affective pharmaceutical pods and… "Why did you bring the Livewire trap?"

James answered as Alex turned the metal cube over in her hands, "Winn's idea. He thought maybe it could be altered to trap this thing too."

Winn chimed in over the receiver, "Yeah, I was just grasping at straws with that plan. I didn't realize this thing wasn't corporeal, like at all. And Hank's saying he can 'sense' it, but not see it. And what's weird is it didn't attack Hank the whole time he was flying around the city looking for you guys and then looking for me."

…As Winn and Alex discussed what to do, James fixed his attention on Kara, who had been suffering in silence since he arrived, "How are you holding up?"

Kara smiled slightly, "Peachy keen, jelly bean." Sexy. Kara scolded herself the second the words slipped out of her mouth. She blamed the dorky response in part because of whatever the hell painkiller Alex had just dosed her with. It did not mask her pain totally, but was doing a heck of a job confusing her into not being sure whether she was in pain or just cold.

"—Well, we need to figure something out. Hank says he can't seem to fight it." Winn's voice came over Alex's receiver, "He says it keeps talking, though. Saying 'Death to the House of the Damned'. Repeatedly. That's cheerful."

Alex brushed a thumb along her sister's cheek, "Kara, do you remember the monster saying anything to you?"

"Um, yeah," Kara licked her dry lips, "It said 'death to the house of El, the house of the Damned a couple of time."

Alex bowed her head in thought, "Why would it say that to J'onn?"

Several seconds passed, the passive quiet interrupted by distant crashing sounds of streetlamps being uprooted several streets away.

Kara felt herself fading into unconsciousness once more as her thoughts circled the drain. Death to the House of El. Invisible. Power-hungry…Power-hungry… She meekly raised her splinted arm and brushed Alex's ear, whispering, "Power-hungry."

The touch from her little sister resonated across Alex's ear as she brought her hand up to touch the receiver, repeating under her breath, "Power-hungry."

"That's it!" Alex yelled, "Tell Hank to lead it up Greenwich drive. I know how to stop it." She purposefully placed the Livewire trap on the coffee table, and then threw the blankets off of Kara. She looked at James, "Can you carry her?"

Hey y'all, long time-no story.

I want to first apologize to everyone who had been following the story. I did not mean to leave you all hanging, and I appreciate all of you who followed/favorited. I had intended finishing the story last summer, but my brother passed away unexpectedly and I had to step away from some personal activities-this story included.

Second, I want to thank those individuals, you know who you are, for messaging me with words of encouragement. You are all so, so lovely.

I'm in a better place in my life, and I hate to leave the story unfinished.

I'll try to keep within the theme of how it had been going (even though season 2 has an entirely different personality than season 1, I will try to not let that impact the story. Probably wrap up in a chapter or two).

As always, thoughts/comments/concerns/criticisms are always welcome.

Regards.