When you have certain experiences
We respond with various emotions
Stimulus responses
Just as this is sort of stimulus
Produces this sort of involuntary muscle response
Well, that's a rather simplified suggestion
Of a complex mental process
But you get the idea
Cause, Effect
Nature endows us at birth with three general patterns of emotional response
Rage: Is the response to the primary stimulus of thwarting
Something interfering with our behavior, our action
Fear: Is the response to loud noises, or loss of support
And the emotional response to love
Is usually the result of a show of affection, or favors
The primary stimulus of thwarting
Something interfering with our behavior, our actions
Fear: Is the response to loud noises, or loss of support
CatCo wasn't a place Rhiannon was really used to. It was big, full of talkative people, lots of human drama, and gave of a horribly.. friendly vibe. Not that that was bad, of course, it was just something Rhiannon had never been introduced to. From what Lena had said- and Rhiannon suspected partly that she was lying- Kara hadn't come home the night before, so it was Rhiannon's day with Lena. Rhiannon didn't mind; she liked talking with Lena, and Lena was good company- even if Rhiannon had been a little standoffish toward the woman at Kara's party last night. As they entered the reporting floor, Rhiannon's ears instantly picked up chatter- and the voice from the TV in James's room,
"These ominous symbols have appeared around the city over night, and the NCPD currently has no information on the source- but the city is still reeling from the Daxamite invasion. These mysterious symbols are causing tensions to run high-"
And then James's voice, instructing the reporters inside his office. Rhiannon noted with a small frown that her mother was not among them- where was she? Was Kara at the DEO? Lena headed into James's office, and Rhiannon followed behind silently and obediently. She glanced at the other reporters as she entered with Lena, ignoring their curious looks. Rhiannon didn't blame them, she guessed she'd be pretty curious too if some strange girl wearing a slightly over-sized sweater and jeans walked in behind a luxurious Miss Luthor too.
"Mr. Olsen, can I have a word with you?" Lena asked, motioning for Rhiannon to come stand with her.
"Sure," James said, a hint of confusion- although he seemed completely dismissive- in his eyes. Then, to the rest of the reporters; "Ah, let's get these stories in the copy by noon? Thanks guys." He nodded once, dismissing the reporters. Rhiannon watched as they went, curious in nature as always.
Lena clasped her hands together, the room taking on a slightly colder air as she walked toward James. She seemed concerned, although Rhiannon wasn't sure why. "Listen," Lena began, "I'm less concerned about CatCo's response to this than who's doing this and why.. and the first appearance of this symbol? The crop circle? It was on L-Corp property,"
"So you think this is personal?" James asked, concerned.
"I think it's Morgan Edge." Lena stated. "That man has a vendetta against me, and believe me- he will go through anything to get what he wants. Plus, he's the only man who has the tech and resources to pull something off like this. It's gotta be Edge." The slight chord of fear in Lena's voice, although it was buried beneath concern, was enough to worry Rhiannon. She fidgeted a little, offering a concerned glance toward Lena.
"Who's Morgan Edge?" Rhiannon asked, frowning.
"He, ah.. runs Edge Global." James told Rhiannon, offering a Lena a look- as if questioning why she'd brought Rhiannon in the first place. His next sentence was directed toward Lena, "Alright. Then I guess it's time we paid him a visit."
"I was going to go on my own." Lena said, following James as he began to walk. Rhiannon frowned and took this as her cue to follow.
"Not a chance." James told Lena, and with that they departed.
Edge Global was very similar to CatCo, Rhiannon decided- but a little... colder. Not as nice, not as friendly- more business-like. In a way, it reminded Rhiannon of the laboratories. At the thought of the labs, Rhiannon's mind jumped to the memories of the experiments- and instinctively she pressed herself a little closer to Lena. Rhiannon was bold and she could be confident and brash, but at the memory of something which had traumatized her significantly she seemed to close herself off a little. Out of the corner of her mind, Rhiannon could feel Lena take Rhiannon's hand in her own- as if to lend Rhiannon her strength, which seemed to work. Rhiannon felt a little better, though she wished Kara or Sam was there as well.
"I'm sorry, but you can't barge in there without-" Mr. Edge's assistant began, but the James and Lena plowed right through him- Rhiannon right beside Lena, a worried look still plastered to her face.
"Lena," Morgan Edge's smug voice filled the room, "didn't recognize you without a .38 in your hand." He was behind his desk, slightly disheveled looking- a glass of scotch settled on a folder.
"Maybe I should hit you over the back of the head and put you on a drone headed for the reservoir." Lena countered, an odd gleam in her eye- the same gleam Lex had had sometimes. Rhiannon wasn't sure if she liked the gleam, it made her anxious. But still, considering Lena's words- Rhiannon gathered this man had hurt Lena, tried to kill her even. That pushed Rhiannon's anxiety away and replaced it with anger. Her brow furrowed as she glared at Edge.
Edge smirked, leaning back as he opened his arms slightly. "Allegedly," He sneered, "c'mon, I assume this visit is still 'off the record'?"
"Morgan, what is this?" Lena asked, holding up a photo of the odd symbol which had been appearing all over the place. Edge paused, blinking in surprise before he gave a slight shake of his head and a shrug.
"Well," He said, making his way over from behind his desk, "it looks weird. Are you re-branding?" Rhiannon regarded Mr. Edge with the utmost caution, her eyes following him as he moved. She didn't like him, and she didn't like him near Lena. "I mean, hey- it worked for Prince, right?" He laughed, without humor- it was mocking, really.
"I know you're behind this." Lena said. "It's more fear-mongering, more of the same. You're so predictable."
"Ah, Lena! Lena. Lena, come on- it's Christmas." Edge sneered as he walked away from them. "Where's your Christmas spirit? It's my favorite time of the year." He bent next to a small coffee table in the corner of his room. "The only fires I'm lighting are the ones I'm going to roast chestnuts over." He walked back to them, a rolled up paper in his hands. Rhiannon's x-ray vision locked onto it, though she couldn't quite make out what they were. "And if you think I had anything to do with going after you, which you sure as hell can't prove, my line of attack would be much, much more effective. Is that why you brought your body guard?" He didn't acknowledge Rhiannon, perhaps he felt as though he were too good to do such.
Rhiannon tensed, ready to throw this man through his window- but Lena's fingers gently tapped against her wrist, settling Rhiannon.
"I'm here just to make sure that you remain.. civil." James said, staring at Edge with the same disdain Rhiannon was. Edge walked closer to James, his eyes narrowing.
"Jimmy, I get the feeling your dislike for me is more than just purely professional." Edge mocked, frowning in mock hurt.
"You have feelings?" James asked, his expression blank as he stared down at Edge. Edge seemed to sneer at the group, but his eyes turned to Lena once more.
"I, for one, have work to do so if you wouldn't mind.. it's time to go." Edge told them. Lena turned, to which Rhiannon instantly began to follow. Being around this building, and inside of it, was making her nervous. James hesitated a moment, but eventually he joined them.
"Are you okay?" Lena asked gently as they headed for the elevator, just now taking in the queasy look upon Rhiannon's features.
"I.. yeah," Rhiannon shook her head, "I'll.. be fine once we're out of this building. It's.. making me nervous."
"I shouldn't of brought you here." Lena sighed, shaking her head as she pressed the ground-level button, which made Rhiannon feel a little bad. She felt as though she got in the way somehow, and she couldn't help but frown.
"No, no.. I'm sorry." Rhiannon wrought her hands together. "I.. should've stayed behind." Lena hesitated, although it was clear she didn't know what to say. Instead, she gently placed a hand upon Rhiannon's shoulder and shook her head. The elevator ride was silent from then on, and Rhiannon wasn't sure she wanted to break it.
"Look," Lena said to Rhiannon after a while, "I... I've got you a Christmas present, and.. if it makes you feel better, I want to give it to you later tonight."
Kara's head was reeling. What the hell was Rhiannon? How the hell could Kara have a daughter with Lena? How could Kara have a daughter with fourteen other parents, namely the gods? She was so lost, so confused. Of course, she hadn't told anyone else about it- and after Lena had told her, Kara wasn't sure what to say. Everything was happening so fast- Mon-El was back, Rhiannon had beat him up, Reign was coming, Laura Phillips had created another superbeing aside from Rhiannon, and Rhiannon just existed.
"So, apparently this is the Kryptonian sign of the Devil.." Winn said as they descended the staircase of the DEO, "The Kryptonian 666..."
"Do you believe him?" Alex asked Kara, offering her a small glance.
"No," Kara began, "I think Coville calling me is an excuse for him to feel relevant." Usually she was more upbeat, but now.. now she was just tired.
"It reaffirms the narrative he chooses to believe and give his life purpose," J'onn said.
"We don't even know if the person burning these symbols is Kryptonian." Kara interjected.
"It's probably just a bunch of vandals who don't even know what it means." Alex offered, although she still appeared a little concerned.
Rhiannon wasn't sure where they were headed, but she'd spent the whole day with James and Lena looking for clues. They hadn't really stopped to eat, and Rhiannon was a little hungry- but she'd stayed silent to try and stay out of the way. Rhiannon had convinced Lena to allow her to say, mostly because Rhiannon hadn't wanted to spend the day alone- and she knew Sam was busy. Plus, Kara still hadn't made an appearance. And now, Rhiannon had followed Lena and James to some.. pier? Rhiannon wasn't sure if it was a pier or what, but she stayed quiet and followed anyway.
"Where exactly are we going?" James asked after a bit, the same question Rhiannon had been wanting to pose for a while.
"I told you," Lena began, "this guy has access to Edge's bank records. If Edge has been buying technology that can make these Kryptonian marks, he'll lead us to him."
"That's great, but.." James sounded a little unsure, and Rhiannon didn't blame him. She felt nervous too. "I mean, literally. Where are we going?"
Rhiannon's anxiety was beginning to build. Something about this place didn't seem right; especially now that they were here at night. There was an odd feeling- a chill, maybe- lingering in the air with a burning scent. The ground was a little slick due to the fact it had rained earlier that day, and perhaps it would rain again, but it only added to the ominous setting. "I don't... I don't think this is a good idea." Rhiannon murmured.
Lena's eyes softened, "It'll be fine. Trust me." Then, to lighten the mood she added, "Are you two scared? Don't worry, I'll protect you." Admittedly, it made Rhiannon smile- or, well, at least until they rounded the building. There burned the source of the smell in the side of a silo; the Kryptonian symbol flashing an angry red as the flames flickered out of its sides. Suddenly, a laser struck the ground behind them- and Rhiannon couldn't help but push Lena out of the way. It wasn't enough to send her flying, of course, but enough to get her to move.
"Go!" James shouted, "Move, move, move!" He grabbed Lena by the arm and they began to run. Rhiannon followed after them, her anxiety and adrenaline kicking in. Was it James? Was it Reign? She couldn't tell, and part of her didn't want to know. They ran into one of the corridors, Rhiannon about four or five feet behind James and Lena, as another laser struck just overhead. Rhiannon could feel the heat of it on her back, and it only worked her up more. Then there was another laser, and another- but fortunately, they had made it out of the corridor- hearts racing; still running. James and Lena fell, and Rhiannon skidded to a halt to prevent herself from falling onto them. It wasn't Reign nor James at all, Rhiannon realized- in fact, it was a man armed with a gun; but Rhiannon didn't care who it was when the next laser hit her in the back.
"Stay down!" Rhiannon heard James instruct Lena. He turned as the man prepared to shoot again- but he never got to. Rhiannon's eyes ignited into a white-blue color as she struck the man dead in the chest with her heat vision. He fell back, a new hole in his chest, and went still. Rhiannon was shaking, her eyes wide- a burning sensation in her back.
"Hey, so.. we're alive," James said, blinking. Did Rhiannon manage to impress him?
"Thank God I was here," Lena said, though it wasn't clear if she was being sarcastic or not.
"Are you okay?" James asked Lena, to which she scoffed.
"This is my quarterly assassination attempt," Lena scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"About that.. who the hell is this guy?" James asked, turning to look at the dead man.
"I don't mean to interrupt your detective moment," Rhiannon began, her voice shaking, "it's.. just occurred to me that I've been shot."
"Oh, shit," Lena murmured, slightly surprising Rhiannon when she cussed, as Lena hurried to Rhiannon's side. "Are you okay?" A panicked tone entered her voice as she turned Rhiannon around to inspect the wound. Rhiannon's Kryptonian cells had not fully regained their functions yet- even with the help of Lena's serum, way back when Heather had rescued Rhiannon- and therefore Rhiannon's invulnerability had been, well, disabled it seemed. There was no blood, thank God, but Rhiannon's flesh had still been charred and ruined in that spot and Lena couldn't help but panic.
"It's... it's not bad, right?" Rhiannon squeaked out, mostly panicking because Lena was panicking. "Like.. I'm going to live, right?"
"You.. you'll be okay," Lena managed to choke out, removing her scarf to tie it around Rhiannon's wound. "Oh, fuck, Kara's going to kill me.. oh, no.. Alex will first.. shit, I'm a terrible mother-"
"What?" Rhiannon and James blinked in surprise.
"I.. it's hard to explain," Lena said quietly, raising her hands, "Rhiannon, I read your files.. and I should've told you at the Christmas party, but.. you seemed so upset and I couldn't.." Lena squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temples. "Lex was your uncle. The only reason he didn't use his own DNA to create you was because, well.. if you ever did enough damage it would be in my hands. Instead, he used mine.."
Needless to say, Rhiannon was silent the whole way back to CatCo. She was in a moderate amount of pain, but it seemed to be decreasing as they headed back. When they did arrive, Lena hesitantly peeled the now-ruined scarf from Rhiannon's burnt flesh to assess the situation and was relieved to see that while Rhiannon's invulnerability had disabled itself, her healing factor hadn't. New skin was already beginning to form, but Lena would have to break the news to Kara that her sweatshirt had been ruined. Rhiannon was sitting on James's office couch now, nursing her wound as the new skin began to heal. She felt a little better now after the wound had closed and Lena had cleaned it a little, not to mention Lena had given Rhiannon some medicine to dull the pain.
"Morgan Edge's lawyered up." James said as he lowered his phone from his ear. "Just checked in with the ADA." Lena was hunched behind James's computer, researching something furiously. Rhiannon wanted to talk to her, to try and smooth things over but... everything felt more complicated now. Rhiannon had already known her genetics were complicated, but now Lena was apart of that. Was... was that why Kara hadn't been around that day? Rhiannon seemed to sink into herself, although she hoped neither James nor Lena noticed. She didn't want them to see her as weak. But the sounds of urgent, hurried footsteps roused Rhiannon from her thoughts- mostly because CatCo was nearly empty by now, and she wasn't sure what was going on. But it was Sam, and seeing her made Rhiannon feel.. better, although she wasn't sure why. Sam was a relaxing presence for Rhiannon, just like Lena- and, sometimes, Kara.. although Rhiannon doubted Kara cared too much, although Rhiannon didn't know if that was true or not.
"I couldn't get here any faster," Sam said hurriedly as she headed into the room, "are you okay?" She walked toward Lena, her features muddled with concern.
"Yeah," Lena looked up, managing a forced smile, "I'm fine.. thanks to these two." Lena gestured toward Rhiannon and James, though Sam's eyes lingered on Rhiannon a little longer than they lingered on James.
"Do you know who tried to kill you?" Sam asked, stepping forward a little more. Rhiannon, deep down, wondered if Sam was trying to figure out if she herself was the one who attacked Lena- perhaps that was why Sam seemed to nervous.
Lena hesitated, but she admitted, "Morgan Edge hired him."
Sam's eyebrows raised slightly as she glanced at the computer, "You have proof?" She asked hopefully.
"Circumstantially." Lena nodded, turning the computer around. "The shooter used to work the annual National City tech conference... Morgan Edge hosted every year." Rhiannon watched Sam carefully, cautiously, as she leaned in closer to the screen and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Sam clicked on the mousepad, bringing up a picture of Edge.
"He shouldn't be alive..." Sam murmured, causing Rhiannon to shift uncomfortably. Was Reign breaking through? Lena seemed equally unnerved, and she looked as though she was going to say something- but Lena was cut off by James.
"You guys should see this." James said as he reached for the remote on his desk to turn on the TVs. A news anchor's voice filled the room, but Rhiannon wasn't too focused on that- her eyes were locked onto Sam, concerned. Something was up, and.. part of Rhiannon wanted to protect her, even though Rhiannon knew Sam.. or, well, Reign, was the villain. Sam didn't move from the computer, her eyes locked onto it, until the news anchor voice switched to a field reporter's. Apparently, the One-Seven gang had been murdered, and Rhiannon now knew why Sam had been so late.
"Sam," Rhiannon interjected quietly as she turned away, heading toward the door. But Sam didn't pay Rhiannon any mind. Rhiannon climbed to her feet as Sam headed toward the elevator, but Rhiannon was hit with the realization that Sam wasn't in control anymore. "Lena." Rhiannon said quietly, trying to grab her attention- although her voice was too soft, and Lena was fixated on the TV. So, Rhiannon cleared her throat and uttered a word she hadn't really used a lot in the past, but figured she'd be using much more in the future.
"Mom."
Lena seemed a little startled by this, but at the same time... was that pride in her eyes? Rhiannon didn't have much time, she knew, and something was going to happen. "What's wrong?" Lena asked, but she didn't need an answer- Sam was gone.
"Something bad is going to happen." Rhiannon murmured quietly, her body livid with anxiety again. "Do.. do you have my old suit? The one you found me in?"
"I.. no," Lena admitted, "I.. had it scrapped, but... I have something better for you."
"What do you mean?" Rhiannon asked, frowning.
"Your Christmas present.." Lena admitted. "I.. I figured, with what you said, you'd want to be like Kara. I scrapped your suit and made you a new one. I don't know what's going on, but I trust you- even if you're hurt, and I don't approve.. but if there's no time, you'll need to fly to L-Corp." Lena paused, shaking her head, "I really don't want this to go wrong and have you hurt, but.. the suit's laying on a table in the lab."
"Thank you, mom-" Rhiannon turned to head for the balcony- but Lena stopped her. Lena drew Rhiannon into her arms, hugging her close, before speaking quietly into Rhiannon's ear.
"If Kara.. if she gets there in time, please.. let Kara handle it." Lena said quietly.
"I will." Rhiannon murmured. "I promise." When Lena released her, Rhiannon headed for the balcony and leaped into the air. In truth, Rhiannon wasn't sure if her powers would come through or not- and she wasn't sure if she'd actually be able to fly after so long. But she did, and she propelled herself into the air. She was at L-Corp in a matter of seconds, the wind rushing against Rhiannon's hair as she landed in front of the building. Thankfully, Heather was there on the nightshift; and thankfully Lena had called to have Heather let Rhiannon in.
"We have to hurry." Rhiannon said, to which Heather nodded. They jogged to the lab Lena had told Heather and Rhiannon about. Heather was bringing over pieces of the suit. It was plate-based, just like Rhiannon's old set of armor- but.. it wasn't ominous, it wasn't evil looking. Sure, the armor was still black; but Lena had accented it with gold. Rhiannon kicked off her jeans, pulling on the smooth black padded leggings on instead; these were to go on beneath the intricately designed greaves and metallic combat boots. Then Heather helped Rhiannon strap on the cuisse, the part of the armor meant to protect Rhiannon's thighs, before Rhiannon pulled on the black long-sleeved undershirt which was made from the same material as the leggings. Before long the chest piece had been pulled on, along with the arm guantlets and a pair of fingerless gloves.
"Looks good," Heather nodded, "not as scary as the last fit, huh? It's pretty regal, but- oh!" Heather nearly startled Rhiannon, who was staring at her reflection through the metal table. Rhiannon decided that she did look rather heroic, and.. the thought was odd to her. Rhiannon was used to playing the villain. "We almost forgot the cape, for aerodynamics, and the helmet. The cape attached to the piece of armor on Rhiannon's right shoulder and the bottom back half of Rhiannon's chest piece. The cape was black as well, and Rhiannon hoped she didn't look too Batman-ish. Rhiannon faltered slightly when she saw the symbol for the House of El emblazoned just above her heart, though it wasn't as large as Kara's symbol nor was it directly on Rhiannon's chest (it was more or less located where one would put their hand for the Declaration of Independence). Silently, Heather offered Rhiannon the suit's mask. The mask was designed to be Gladiator-esque, Rhiannon could tell, and she wondered if it was meant to aim for Rhiannon's Grecian heritage, the part of her that was a god. Slowly, she pulled the dark mask over her face- slightly surprised by its comfortability- and took in a deep breath. Maybe now she could try to make Kara proud.
The cape fluttered in the wind as Rhiannon flew above the city, hurrying to fly as fast as she could. Rhiannon wasn't as fast as Supergirl, especially since she was built for strength; but Rhiannon was definitely startled when the sound of an explosion filled the night's air. It was a car, and Rhiannon could already see the flames flickering from the scene of the crime. Rhiannon's heart sunk when she saw the battle had already begun, but she began to panic when she realized her mother was losing.
"No!" Rhiannon couldn't help but cry out, shooting toward the ground as she saw Reign smack Supergirl in the head with the metal beam.. as Reign beat her mercilessly, as Kara finally managed to hit Reign.. but the moment was short lived. Reign wasn't getting hurt, and Kara.. Kara was bleeding. Then Kara was flying through the air, and Rhiannon didn't know what to do as she began to hover uselessly nearby; anxious, afraid, and burning with rage.
"I'm going to kill you." She heard Reign sneer to Supergirl.
"You don't scare me," Kara managed to choke out amidst the blood- Rhiannon had only seen that much blood on herself before.
"You're no God," Reign sneered, "just as I'm no Devil." She grabbed Kara by the collar, hoisting her up. "All I am is truth." Kara's groan hurt Rhiannon's ears, and her chest. This wasn't Sam, damnit, this... Rhiannon didn't know. All she knew was this wasn't Sam, this wasn't the woman who'd agreed to go to lunch with Rhiannon- who'd sat on the balcony with Rhiannon just last night.
"I am judgement." Reign snarled. She thrust Kara over the edge of the building, holding her in the air like a ragdoll. "And.. Death," Reign hissed, and then Kara.. Kara was falling through the air as Rhiannon cried out, unable to move from shock and.. and Rhiannon didn't even know the feeling. Rhiannon didn't know what was happening until her own body hit Reign's, sending them flying through the air and into a nearby building. Sirens filled the air, but Rhiannon didn't hear them. She screamed in rage and anger, as she and Reign shot through the building and through the other side. They hit the ground, rolling and tumbling a few yards before they were both back onto their feet- growling at each other.
"You think you'll stop me?" Reign hissed at Rhiannon, her eyes narrowing- Sam's eyes narrowing- at her from behind the mask. "What are you going to do, die like her?"
"If I have to." Rhiannon's voice shook with rage, her body shaking just as horribly, "Everyone dies, Sam, and I guess I better make it count for something."
"Don't play hero for the pathetic, weak human." Reign growled. "My fight isn't with you, leave before I change my mind.."
"You're hurting people like me just fine," Rhiannon growled back, "I'd say it does make it about me." Reign snarled as she lunged for Rhiannon, her fist ready to strike, but Rhiannon grabbed Reign's arm and flung her down. Reign twisted just as she hit the ground, her eyes glowing red- and thankfully, Rhiannon acted quick enough to counter Reign's heat vision with her own- though it did cause Rhiannon to stumble back. Then Reign ducked out of the way, her fist striking Rhiannon's gut. Rhiannon stumbled back again, though she caught herself just in time to block one of Reign's punches and through a strike of her own. She caught Reign in the jaw with surprising force, sending Reign crashing into a dumpster.
"C'mon, Sam," Rhiannon called out, "this isn't you! Fight it, please! I don't want to hurt you!" Reign rushed at Rhiannon again, but Rhiannon was filled with a renewed strength- or, well, maybe it was just panic and adrenaline. She caught Reign by the neck, flinging her back down to the damp ground. Rhiannon grabbed Reign's arm and pulled it upright as she placed her foot just between Reign's shoulderblades, trying to force her to submit.
Rhiannon hated it, but the sound of Reign's pained cries were oddly pleasing.
"Sam. Listen to me." Rhiannon began. "I don't want to do this. Please, fight her, for Ruby.. for yourself.." She hesitated, then added, "for me.. Sam, please.." Reign continued to snarl and twist beneath Rhiannon's grip, but she was weakening- crying out even, becoming more sad and pained than.. well, whatever Reign was. Rhiannon dropped Reign's.. no, Sam's arm, instantly pulling her into her arms.
"Wha- what's going on?! Where am I?!" Sam asked, her voice hushed and worried- pain lacing her tone. Rhiannon pulled her mask off, dropping it on the ground.
"It's okay, you're okay Sam." Rhiannon said quietly, her anger ebbing away. It wasn't Sam who she hated- it was Reign, and Reign was the problem. But now there was just Sam, poor confused and dazed Sam. "I'm sorry to do this, but if you're awake Reign might come back. I.. I'll just put you to sleep real quick and fly you home." Rhiannon moved to place her hand above Sam's head- but Sam caught her wrist, fear in her eyes.
"Please.. stay tonight, make sure I don't hurt Ruby.." She pleaded.
"Alright." Rhiannon agreed quietly, although she wanted to check on Kara. "I will.. I promise."
Rhiannon had settled Sam into bed, trying her best not to wake Ruby. By now, Sam was waking up however; and there was the problem of changing Sam out of her Reign suit. Rhiannon had done it easily- and without looking at Sam (which was a miracle, but Rhiannon wasn't going to compromise Sam's privacy) too. Then she turned and headed for the living room, not sure where else to sleep, when Sam's hand gently grabbed Rhiannon's wrist again.
"You can stay in here if you'd like." Sam said, half-asleep.
"I.. are you sure?" Rhiannon asked hesitantly. Sam nodded, tugging at Rhiannon's arm- to which she gave in hesitantly, curling up on the other side of Sam's bed. Neither of them spoke, though Rhiannon doubted Sam was even awake at this point; and Rhiannon couldn't bring herself to sleep. Not now, not after everything. So she didn't sleep, she lay awake and watched the ceiling- looking out for any signs of Reign.