Author's Note: So guys, this is it! This is the chapter with not just a Kariver scene, it's THE Kariver scene of the story. I really hope you enjoy!


The following day wasn't too exciting. Oliver trained with Mon-El, but other than that, nothing. He used the spare time to try and meditate, something that he hadn't done in years. Tatsu didn't only teach him meditation for memory recollection, but other methods just for relaxation and peace of mind. He still remembered them, he just never had time for to use them.

"Hey, the food is-Wooaahh sorry" said Winn as he stumbled into Oliver's room, "You're meditating, don't want to be disturbed, got it."

"It's ok. I'm done" replied Oliver, as he stood up and put his shoes on before following Winn out. They headed towards the cafeteria of the DEO, where Winn had ordered Big Belly Burger for the two of them. Sitting at the same table, they sat in silence for a minute as they enjoyed their food. Oliver liked Winn and enjoyed hanging around him. He was like Felicity, except without the relationship drama.

"So, you ran into the Guardian last night?" asked Winn.

"Yep."

"What happened?"

"I started by saving his life, ended with kneeing him in the head" replied Oliver bluntly. He took another bite of his burger while studying Winn's body language and anxiousness, "Come on Winn, you know who he is."

"What? Oh, no, no, no, I mean no, how would I know anyway?" replied Winn, trying to brush off Oliver's accusation. Oliver started at Winn blankly, knowing that he was trying too hard, "Ok, fine. Yes, I know it's James."

"You need to talk him out of… this."

"Why? He's helping the city."

"No he's not. He's being reckless. If you don't talk him out of it, at least try get him to take up my offer. Winn, if he continues like this, one day, he's going to die out there. I'd hate to see what that would do to you, or Kara, or anyone else that's close to him. Please talk to him, and do it soon."


"Hey, Oliver. I've been looking for you" said Kara, as she ran up beside Oliver as he walked through the halls of the DEO.

"Hey. Is something wrong?" asked Oliver.

"No, no, I just wanted to invite you to game night tonight" she said cheerfully.

"Game night?"

"Yeah, it's a thing we do. Alex, Winn, J'onn, James, Mon-El at my place. We just play board games, card games, you know the usual. It's a lot of fun."

"Oh, I don't want to intrude" replied Oliver, nervously twitching his fingers beside him.

"Come on Oliver, you're not intruding. We'd all love to have you there. Except James, maybe. Winn told me about that."

"Sorry" replied Oliver, feeling a little guilty.

"Oh no, it's ok. Sometimes, James really does need a kick in the ass to be convinced. He might not make it tonight anyway. Come on Oliver, please, please, please" she said, while looking at him with puppy dog eyes which Oliver simply could never resist.

"Alright. I'll be there" he said, smiling.

"Thanks. See you tonight" she said, before skipping away from him.


Oliver knocked on Kara's door nervously. He wasn't scared of having fun, he was more scared of being the one to ruin the fun. He hadn't done something like this in a long time. He wondered if he could still just let go for a night and have some fun. He brought along his bottle of Russian vodka, hoping that it perhaps would help him loosen up if he was being too stiff. He remembered the moment of shock when first saw Kara's apartment number. 4A. The same as the Kara on his Earth use to have. Fortunately, Kara's apartment was much different from the one on Earth-1. It was amazing, an apartment that felt like a home and probably had The Loft beaten in the coziness department.

He greeted Kara when she opened the door for him. Winn, Alex, J'onn and Mon-El had already arrived. Oliver sat between Mon-El and Winn on the long couch, while Kara and Alex sat next to each other on the floor and J'onn sat on the chair next to them. He noticed the bottle of alien vodka on the table along with a single shot glass.

"Alright, so what do we do first?" asked Kara, as she brought out several board games and a few card games, laying them out on the table.

"I say Vane" replied Winn.

"Vane?" said Oliver, surprised by the name of the game. A vane is a plastic fletching on an arrow. Ironic. He picked up the box containing the deck, turning it over to read the instructions on the back, while Winn explained it to him.

"Yeah, so you play a card of the same colour or number. You have power cards too, and the first person that has no cards left is the winner."

"So UNO?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, we have this game on my Earth. It's called UNO."

"Alright, so let's play then" said Winn enthusiastically.

"The last person with cards has to take a shot of this" said Mon-El, holding up the bottle of alien vodka.


45 minutes passed. Winn lost all three rounds so far, and he was clearly not enjoying the shots. Kara gave Alex an apologetic look before playing a 'Draw Five', a look which was then given to Winn by Alex as she played another 'Draw Five'. Winn's body language turned to one of fear, as he nervously looked around before turning to Oliver before playing his card.

"Please don't put an arrow in me for this" pleaded Winn, before playing another 'Draw Five', drawing laughs from everybody. Oliver whipped his head towards Winn who flinched, and stared at Oliver who was giving him his trademark scowl.

"I'm not going to put an arrow in you" said Oliver, whose scowl turned into a smile as he said his next words, "I'll do something even worse."

He placed his card on the pile… 'Reverse'. The laughter in the room became even louder from Kara and Alex, who now were on the floor, holding their stomachs.

"Oh no…" muttered Kara in between her laughter.

"Looks like you're going to have draw fifteen, Winn" said J'onn.

"Can I just take the shot now?" asked Winn, slumping his head and recognising there was no coming back from this.

"Of course!" said Mon-El, as he poured it out and handed it to Winn, who grimaced at the glass before downing it.

"I hate this game. Can we please change it?" asked Winn, cringing at the taste of the vodka. Clearly, he was not a heavy drinker.

"Alright… Alright…" muttered Kara, still catching her breath from all the laughter, "A board game, shall we?"

"Please" mumbled Winn, running his hands through his head.


Two hours later, and the night had been one of extraordinary fun. The food had come, and it was so delicious that Kara ordered more. Oliver had enjoyed himself a surprising amount. Winn luckily didn't have to take any more shots, but the strength of the alien alcohol had taken a massive toll on him. Alex and Kara were leaning on each other for support as they laughed at Oliver's retelling of how he and Tommy filled Malcolm's pool with beer. Mon-El and Winn were cackling too, while J'onn giggled to himself a bit. Oliver pondered while they all caught their breaths from laughing so hard. He rarely ever told this story to people at all, only to those closest to him. He'd been on Earth-38 for only a few days, but he had already felt like he could share the story with them. Thea was right. Hanging around Kara, and being in a place like National City was bringing out the best in him.

"Oh man. I did pull some stuff on Daxam, but none of it was that legendary" said Mon-El, "Hey, why did you bring your vodka?" asked Mon-El as the laughter died down.

"It's Russian right?" asked Alex.

"Yeah, a friend gave it to me" explained Oliver as he poured into the shot glasses that Kara had brought to the table, "He told me that I'd know when it was the right time to drink it."

"What makes now so special?" asked Kara. Oliver pondered for a second before giving an honestly truthful answer.

"I don't know" he replied, "It just feels right."

"What shall we drink to?" asked Kara.

"What do you normally drink to on your Earth, Oliver?" asked J'onn.

"Prochnost… strength."

They all downed their drinks. Alex cringed slightly as she drank, while Kara's face was a juxtaposition of disgust and approval. Mon-El seemed to enjoy it.

"Wow, that is surprisingly strong for Earth alcohol" remarked Kara.

"Can I have some more?" asked Winn, so drunk that he'd completely lost his sense of taste, "It tastes waaayy better than the alien vodka."

"I don't think you should have any more to drink, Winn" said Mon-El.

"Well, in that case, I'm going home" said Winn childishly as he stood up from the couch. He stumbled towards the door, but Mon-El quickly sprung up and caught him before he completely lost his balance.

"Not in the condition you're in" said Mon-El.

"Oh come on man, I'm good, you know me. Best driver out of everybody here" replied Winn, slurring on his words before passing out and falling onto Mon-El.

"Ok!" Mon-El caught Winn and thrusted him up onto his shoulders, "I'm going to make sure he gets home safe."

"Thanks for coming Mon-El, I really appreciate it" said Kara, as she got up and hugged him before he greeted everyone else and exited.

"Well, I guess I should get going too" said J'onn as he stood up.

"I also got an early day tomorrow as well" said Alex, standing up as well.

"You guys are all leaving now?" asked Kara, disappointed.

"Well, it was tremendous fun, but I think I'm done for the night" said J'onn.

"Well, whose going to help me finish all this food?" asked Kara, pointing to the two packets of food in front of her.

"You have Oliver" said Alex, much to the shock of both Oliver and Kara, "Oliver, you don't have anywhere else to be, right?"

"Uhh… not… really" replied Oliver.

"Alright then, you two enjoy those potstickers and hopefully we'll do this again soon" said Alex, hugging her sister before leaving with J'onn. Just like that, it was Oliver and Kara alone in the room. They awkwardly sat on the floor in front of eachother, nervously chuckling and gesturing to the food packets in front of them. Although they had called each other friends multiple times, there was still a barrier between them. They really didn't know that much about each other. What they had also somewhat realised was that they were very different from each other. Kara was a symbol of hope, a powerful woman who inspired others to rise up. Oliver on the other hand, was a symbol of darkness.

"So… did you enjoy game night?" asked Kara, breaking the silence.

"Yeah. It was great" replied Oliver.

"Well, glad to hear you liked it" replied Kara, as the awkward silence continued for several more seconds. She placed the potstickers on the table as her guilt overwhelmed her and she addressed the elephant in the room, "I'm sorry, Oliver."

"For what?"

"For bringing you here to Earth-38. It was wrong of me to ask for you to come" she replied apologetically.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you told me that I remind you of her, so me bringing you to my Earth and showing you my whole life..."

"Kara…" Oliver tried to interrupt her, but she continued to ramble as she got up and started to pace back and forth.

"…it probably brings back bad memories for you and I'm so sorry for…"

"Kara!" She only stopped when Oliver had gotten up and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes "I'm fine. I am glad that you invited me."

"Really?"

"Of course" he said. before he sat back down on the floor while she sat on the couch, replicating how he sat with E1 Kara over 4 years ago at her apartment. He recognised the parallel immediately, "I can't remember the last time I had as much fun as I did tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"It is nice seeing you like this" remarked Kara.

"Like what?"

"You know… Not all dark, and brooding. Is this what the real Oliver Queen is like?"

"If you asked me that a week ago, I'm not sure I could've given you an answer."

"What do you mean?"

"Over the past ten years… A lot has happened to me. And I've done things. All of that darkness… It consumes you… It scrapes away little pieces of your soul… pieces of who you are…and I wasn't sure just how much of Oliver Queen was left. That was until I arrived here on Earth-38. Over the past few days, being here, spending time with your friends, and being here with you has in a way, reminded me who I am. Or, at least who I used to be."

"I knew you'd had a hard life, but when I saw your scars, I… I never realised how much you'd been through. I can see how that island affected you, changed you."

"How?" asked Oliver, curiously.

"I recognised it from the moment I met you. The look of someone, who's… carrying the weight of a place to which they no longer belong. I understand that feeling."

"Krypton?"

"Yeah. My first couple of years on Earth were… horrible. I'd sometimes cry myself to sleep at night, wanting to go home to Krypton. To my home. I just felt so…"

"Detached… Distant from the new reality you were experiencing."

"Yeah…" Their eyes met again as they shared warm smiles. Perhaps they had more in common than either of them thought, "You know, what helped me was talking to someone else about it. Maybe you should talk about it to somebody." Oliver replied with a shake of the head.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Kara… If people knew what happened to me there… If they knew the things that I did… They wouldn't look at me the same… They'd see me differently."

"Well, try me" she replied, drawing a look of confusion from him, "You said people wouldn't look at you the same. Oliver, nothing will ever change the way I look at you." Oliver couldn't help but smile a bit at her. She truly was Supergirl. If anybody else had asked him this, he'd have shut them down, but not Kara. She was bringing out his vulnerabilities, but not in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. If there was anyone who would still believe in him after they knew what happened, it would be her,

"Ok. What do you want to know?" asked Oliver.

"How about your first year on the island?"

"Alright…" said Oliver, before he started to unravel the entire first year on Lian Yu. He told her everything, from his father, to Wintergreen torturing him, to meeting Slade and Shado for the first time, right up until he killed Fyers. She sat listening tentatively the whole time, and Oliver felt more and more comforted by her presence. She even shed a tear when Oliver told her about his hallucinations of his father. She related the most with that. She remembered how she'd often have dreams of her parents, and how she'd wake up and sob when she realised they were gone.

"Were the other four years any easier?" asked Kara, receiving a solemn shake of the head from Oliver, "How did you survive all of that?"

"There were times where I wanted to die, but there was always something I wanted more. Not just to honour my father's dying wish, but to make it home to my family, and those that I loved."

"Your Kara?" she asked, as Oliver replied with a nod this time, "Do you mind telling me about her?"

"There's not much to say. She was like you in a lot of ways. She was a reporter, she loved potstickers, and most importantly, she cared for other people. It was more than that, it was… She genuinely wanted everybody in the world to feel loved. She was always willing to make sacrifices to ensure the happiness of others… Just like you. And just like you too, she was willing to lay down her life to save others… and one day she did, for Thea."

Kara was at a loss for words. She had never expected Oliver to open up this much to her. She glanced at the time on the wall clock, realising that they had been talking for nearly three hours. Oliver recognised her action, and glanced at his wrist watch too, confirming the time to himself.

"I guess I should head back now" said Oliver.

"Yeah, it is getting quite late. You'll be fine out there right?" asked Kara, before quickly answering her own question, "Yeah, never mind. I feel sorry for the poor soul that's going to try rob the Green Arrow tonight" she said, laughing alongside Oliver as she walked with him to her apartment door. She let him out, and he turned to face her in her doorway before walking out.

"Thank you Oliver, for sharing. I know it wasn't easy for you to speak about everything" said Kara appreciatively.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you Kara. I didn't think this night could get any better, but it did, because of you." She knew Oliver wasn't a hugger, but she couldn't resist in the moment, as she gently embraced him. Oliver couldn't help but return the hug. The last time he had felt a hug this heart-warming was the last time he hugged his mother. He savoured every moment of it. She wasn't the Kara he had known for most of his life, but she may have been even better. Just as they loosened from one another, she planted a kiss on his cheek, pleasantly surprising him.

"Goodnight Oliver" she said sweetly with her radiant smile.

"Goodnight" he replied with a smile of his own, before he turned to walk away.