Adventures of Supergirl 7x04
At Metropolis General, Alex was given a permanent position as a cardiologist via the manipulations of Kara, Brainiac 5, Hank, and John Milton. Alex was called into Brainiac 5's office with Hank already there. "You want me to work with Hank?" Alex asked incredulously.
"Until I get new staff," Hank said vaguely.
"Why? What happened to them?" Alex asked.
"I let her go," Hank said.
"You fired M'gann? She's your mate and the mother of your child," Alex said shocked and appalled at him.
"Yes and your competent and I know I can work with you," Hank said dismissively.
"It would be interesting," Alex said warming up to the idea. "So, who is the patient?"
"President Dibala of Eritrea," Hank said nonchalantly.
"He's one of the most oppressive leaders in the world responsible for ethnic cleansing," Alex said disgustedly.
"You had no problem treating prisoners at the DEO," Hank brought up.
"Yeah, because they went back to their cells. When President Dibala returns, he could massacre half his country. There's a civil war going on. It's getting worse," Alex protested.
"Dibala...is a guest of the US government and he's been invited to speak at the UN. You don't need to love him. You simply need to do your job," Brainiac 5 ordered her.
Hank and Alex exited the office and went down the hall. "I still can't understand why you would fire your girlfriend," Alex said conversationally.
"We weren't getting along," Hank said dryly.
"Why don't you tell her you were wrong and makeup?" Alex said.
"Because I wasn't and I don't apologize to anyone," Hank refused. "I know how this looks to you and your human sensibilities and I don't give a damn."
Hank and Alex entered an office and found Kara playing on her phone. "You're back," Alex noticed.
"You look good," Hank said.
"Keep up that fake-ass flattery, Hank," Kara approved. "Couldn't help but notice M'gann's locker is empty. My condolences on your imminent divorce. How does that even work on Mars?"
"We haven't broken up and there is no divorce on Mars so the only way she's free of me is if she kills my ass which is never going to happen," Hank said confidently.
"Unless she pays a hit-man who is more powerful than you," Kara said standing up to him.
"You want to go a few rounds in a hospital? Let's do it," Hank said ready to fight.
"I think Dibala might have been poisoned," Alex interrupted.
"I saw a bug bite on his wrist. Could be Malaria," Kara countered.
"The FBI already checked his car and hotel room. No traces of radiation," Hank added.
"There are other ways to poison an asshole like him. Dioxin, for example, is hard to detect," Alex argued.
Kara and Hank looked at each other unsure whether Alex was right. "Fuck it," Kara smirked. "If he lives, we'll get more foreign clients. If he dies, hundreds of thousands of people will not get murdered."
Alex looked over Dibala in his hospital room hiding her disgust for the man. "You are sure it is Dioxin?" he asked skeptically.
"It's our best guess," Alex said vaguely.
"Do I detect a Maine accent?" Dibala sensed from Alex.
"You've got good ears. Most people don't detect it," Alex admitted.
"Where did you go to medical school?" Dibala asked suspiciously.
"MU and before that, Stanford," Alex said politely.
"Standford, you say? There was a Catholic mission in my childhood village. I liked the priests and they liked me growing up," Dibala recalled.
There was an awkward silence between them. "Anyway, when my two younger sisters were dying of consumption, it wasn't the priests we needed," Dibala concluded.
"Thanks...I guess" Alex winced.
At the apartment, Alex gave Kelly an obligatory kiss and settled down on the couch. "I may not be able to stay long," she said referring to the hospital calling her back.
"What's wrong?" Kelly asked sensing Alex was distressed.
"This case is so wrong. You know President Dibala, right?" Alex asked her.
"Yeah, he's responsible for mass genocide in Eritrea," Kelly recalled.
"I'm treating him. I may even have to operate on his heart," Alex said.
"Oh," Kelly said shocked.
"It's a test, it has to be. Barney wants to know if I can handle it," Alex assumed.
"Isn't everything a test with Barney?" Kelly asked rhetorically.
Alex then noticed the walls were painted a sickly green. "Kelly...what the fuck?" she asked dismayed.
"Oh, you don't like it?" Kelly asked surprised.
"It's fine, sure," Alex backtracked.
"How about lime green?" Kelly suggested. "Or yellow."
"Kelly, I've worn a uniform every day for several years and I'm a butch lesbian. Don't ask me advice on what's fashionable," Alex said and then got a page to go back to the hospital. "I'm going to be home late."
"Don't worry about Dibala. It's not your place to give him justice," Kelly advised.
"I'll keep that in mind," Alex said dryly as she left.
At the hospital, Alex entered her office only to find someone already there, a young black man. "You must not treat him," he said forcefully.
Alex slowly backed out of the room. "Dibala has my wife. She was a trade unionist. They took her from our home while I was at work," he said showing her his wife's picture. "He takes teenage boys off the street, gives them drugs, and teaches them how to torture."
"I can't really talk about my patients. You should talk to a lawyer, the UN, anyone but me," Alex said.
"So they can sit on their ass and watch just like Rwanda? He's planning to massacre two million people, a final war to exterminate what he calls cockroaches. He can't recover," the man said.
"I'm sorry but here's my sister's business card. She'll hook you up," Alex said handing over Kara's card.
In the morning, Kara, Hank, and Alex hung out in Kara's office. "The rash is gone. Rules out your Dioxin theory," Hank said to Alex.
"Oh, snap," Kara said immaturely.
"Instead he's got a fever and lung ulcers," Hank said.
"Ebola?" Alex guessed.
"Maybe he got some weird-ass fever from that African Union conference held in Egypt. The Liberian delegation looked sick as fuck and not in a good way," Kara said.
Hank got up to leave to see if that might be the cause. "Good to have the gang back together, again," Kara said brightly.
"Did anyone...black...call you...recently?" Alex asked Kara.
"You talking about James? Yeah, we played video games last night," Kara recalled.
"I mean, foreign," Alex clarified.
Kara gave Alex an amused smile. "I've decided to repent from my usual debauchery. That means no sleeping with Nigerian princes."
"Okay, forget it," Alex said disappointed, and then walked out of the room.
Kara sighed having already used her super-hearing to eavesdrop on the conversation between Alex and the Eritrean husband.
Hank entered Dibala's room with his bodyguard at attention. "We think it's a weird-ass fever from your Egypt trip," Hank said.
"Dioxin, one day, fever the next," Dibala's general criticized.
"Mother-fucker," Hank said ready to mind-rape his ass.
"Joseph, leave him alone. These people know what they're doing," Dibala said confidently.
"Your optimism amuses me, Sir," Hank said honestly.
"Are you married, doctor?" Dibala asked Hank.
"I'm a widow," Hank replied.
"A girlfriend then?" Dibala pressed.
"A baby mama," Hank corrected.
"Is that her standing in the hallway?" Dibala asked seeing M'gann outside.
"Fuck me," Hank realized and then exited the room. He went over to her to appropriately chew her out. "The fuck you want?"
"After you fired me and exiled me back to Mars, you could have at least sent me some chocolates," she said scornfully.
"Not my style," Hank denied.
"So...about dinner, I'm free tomorrow night," M'gann said hoping for Hank's love and approval.
"Good. You're dismissed," he said sending her away.
Alex entered the Dibala's room and noticed he had two bodyguards and a woman with him. "You paged me?" Alex asked confused.
"This is Emma. She is from our country but she lives here now. We would like you to use her blood. She recovered from a weird-ass fever two years ago. Our health administrator has advised us that plasma from one who has the antibodies is much more effective than ribavirin," Dibala said.
"This is a written consent form," Dibala's general handed it to her. "Will you take her blood?"
"Yeah, no," Alex refused.
"I want to do this," the woman told her.
In Brainiac 5's office, Alex took the woman aside to talk in private. "Are you being threatened in some way?" Alex asked her.
"Just let me give the blood, please," the woman said noticeably freaked out.
"Do it," Brainiac 5 ordered.
"She's being coerced," Alex said obviously.
"I would say a needle prick is the lesser of two evils compared to the death of all her family members," Brainiac 5 replied.
Alex left the office in a huff and noticed the same African man that had talked with her the day before heading towards Dibala's room. Alex immediately went after him but it was too late. The man entered the room and shot at Dibala amazingly missing. Dibala's guards arrested the man and beat the shit out of him. "Alright, you got him," Alex said ending the beating.
"Has he been shot?" a guard asked Alex.
Alex looked over Dibala and didn't notice any entrance wounds. "No," she determined but did notice one of his eyes was bloodshot.
When the commotion had died down and the police arrived, Alex took a knee next to the African man. "You're going to need a good lawyer. I know some friends that can help you out," Alex said sympathetically.
"I can't be helped," the African man said staring off into space.
"You did a dumbass thing and you can't shoot for shit but given the circumstances with your wife, you could get a reduced sentence," Alex figured. "I feel for you. I really do. My wife is black," Alex said awkwardly.
The African man gave her an odd look. "Dibala hunts down and kills people like you. He has women like you raped to turn them straight," he revealed.
Alex simply stared at him and then turned away feeling confused and terrible.
In the operator room, Alex was with Dibala to determine if he had lymphoma. "Thank you for saving my life," Dibala said sincerely.
"That man said you were preparing a massacre," Alex said accusingly.
"I'm fighting a guerrilla war," Dibala said defensively.
"In a manner, many would call genocide," Alex continued.
"Twenty years ago, these rebels took over the south massacring tens of thousands of people. Given the chance, they would do it again. I'm trying to restore order. I'm trying to prevent genocide. My son studies at MU here. He won't even speak to me because of what was said about me in your Daily Planet," Dibala said bitterly.
"And what about the gays?" Alex asked.
"There, I was at fault. I hired men that, in their zeal for the Lord, stepped over the line and there were abuses," Dibala admitted.
Kara met with Dibala's general after the biopsy test was negative for lymphoma. "I need your honest medical opinion. Is Dibala thinking clearly?" he asked.
"Fuck, was he ever thinking clearly?" Kara mocked.
"Will he recover?" the general clarified.
"I think this is the perfect time to begin preparations for a military coup. I mean, look at that old sickly-looking bastard. He couldn't hurt a fly," Kara advised.
"Thank you, doctor," the general said appreciatively and walked off.
Alex entered Dibala's room and found him joking around with Kara. "That guy's aim was so bad. Have you seen anyone shoot that bad?" Kara laughed.
"Even my child soldiers can shoot better than that," Dibala chuckled.
"I know, right?" Kara agreed.
"Well, he was a man of conviction. I can respect that," Dibala complimented.
"A toast to our would-be-assassin," Kara said raising a glass of champagne and then quickly finishing it. She then finished the second glass since Dibala couldn't have alcohol in his present condition.
"The fuck is going on here?" Alex asked outraged.
"You are one of those queers, am I right?" Dibala asked her.
"Did you tell him?" Alex asked outraged.
"It might have slipped out," Kara said sheepishly.
"Come on, kill me, Director Danvers," Dibala taunted now knowing who she was.
"I'm out of that business," Alex refused.
"You are too cowardly to act on your beliefs. All the UN does is talk and negotiate while millions are killed in the fighting. You are all a bunch of appeasers," Dibala insulted.
"What are you going to do once you go back home?" Alex demanded.
"What is it to you? In my world, there is danger and bloodshed and death and that makes you a man. And men make choices," Dibala said forcefully.
"They sure do. That's what I love about them," Kara smiled.
"And your choice? To send bands of drunk crazed children to massacre an entire people?" Alex questioned.
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to," Dibala told her off.
"I saved your ass. I deserve to know the truth," Alex said passionately.
"Whatever it takes to protect my country," Dibala replied.
Outside the room, Alex confronted Kara on the situation. "This is the side you're taking after all the bullshit you've pulled over the years?" Alex asked dismayed.
"I'm done with the superhero crap. I just want to live a relatively normal life where I own hospitals, corporations, and cities," Kara listed off.
"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him. Barney has to already know," Alex figured.
"It's a test for all of us," Kara said.
The two entered Hank's office with their new plan. "We need to put him on steroids," Kara said.
"That could cause the fungus he has to go into overdrive," Hank denied.
"Unless you're wrong," Kara said stubbornly.
"I've made my decision," Hank said dismissively.
"Have you told M'gann you were wrong to fire her?" Kara asked.
"That has nothing to do with this," Hank glared.
"I've worked with you long enough to know you're an asshole but there must be some deep part of you that must feel insecure about this. If you want to fuck up your relationship with M'gann, that's your right but don't let it kill our patient," Kara told him.
"Start him on steroids and get the fuck out," Hank ordered.
Soon thereafter, Dibala went unconscious and started bleeding out his mouth. Kara and Alex worked quickly to put a tube down his throat and start cauterizing holes in his trachea. Dibala then went into cardiac arrest. "Get the paddles," Kara said to Alex.
Kara expertly sealed up multiple holes in Dibala's trachea. "Shock him," she said to Alex.
Alex proceeded to shock Dibala a few times and brought his heart back to normal rhythm saving him. The dictator was going to live.
Kara visited Alex in the locker room. "Sup?" Kara asked her.
"I saved his life and now he's going back home to murder men, women, and children, people like me," Alex said depressed.
"In this profession, you're going to treat a lot of saints and a lot of assholes and some in between," Kara said.
"Why was I even on this case? It was all just a test," Alex said subdued. "Are you going to do anything about it?"
"Like what?" Kara wondered.
"I don't know. You could blast his plane out of the sky or blow up his mansion with him in it," Alex suggested.
"Not very subtle. Maybe, at the end of the fiscal year, I'll do something about it," Kara said uncommitted.
"You bitch. All the lives we have saved these last several years will mean nothing once that asshole gets back home. If he were gone, the moderates could take over and begin peace talks," Alex said frustrated.
"You think you can guilt-trip me. Think again," Kara refused.
"You don't give a damn if this world goes to shit. In fact, you want it to so I'll go back with you to the future," Alex realized.
"Give me what I want and I'll kill everyone on your list," Kara promised.
Alex gave Kara a spiteful look and walked out.
After Dibala had gone back home, Alex walked with John Milton on the streets of Metropolis in the farming market. "Outstanding, a guy like Dibala living in some shithole country all the while he has 15 million in his bank account," John mused.
"It's not his money," Alex said scornfully.
"You saved a very important client from death. Your future at Metropolis General is secure," John assured her.
"I figured you came by the hospital to make sure I didn't fuck it up," Alex said dryly.
"Well, maybe I did," John said bluntly. "This may seem strange to say to a woman but don't get too cocky no matter how good you are. Don't let anyone see you coming. You have to remain small, innocuous, the little guy. Look at me. Underestimated from day one. You wouldn't think someone like me was master of the universe, would you?"
Alex shrugged not wanting to bring up Mr. Mxyzptlk. "That's your only weakness as far as I can see," John said.
"What's that?" Alex asked offended.
"It's the look. You're missing what I have. There's this beautiful girl that just fucked me forty ways from sundown. She's walking to the bathroom. She's trying to walk. She turns," John chuckled.
"This is really inappropriate," Alex said uncomfortably.
"She looks back. It's me. Not the Trojan army, just me that fucked her. Little old me. She has this look on her face like, 'How the hell did that just happen?'," John said.
"Right," Alex said playing along.
"I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's skirt. I'm a surprise, Alex. They don't see me coming. That's what you're missing," John said and then went over to a Chinese vendor.
Alex frowned not certain that was a fair assessment. She had snuck up and killed a lot of mother-fuckers in her day and now that she was a doctor, it didn't seem to really matter. But what if John wasn't talking literally but in a more professional context?
"You want bat?" the Chinese vendor asked John.
"No, chicken," John corrected.
Alex eyed John as he spoke fluent Chinese to the vendor. "Okay, you're cultured," Alex allowed.
"Come on, let me show you the best way uptown," John said escorting Alex to the subway. "Learn the subways, Alex. Use them. Stay in the trenches. The only way I travel."
"Well, okay then," Alex said following her eccentric investor boss.
At Metropolis General, Kara, Hank, and Brainiac 5 watched TV as Dibala went over his peace plan, transition to democracy, openness to the international community, etc. The UN crowd ate it up with applause. "I want to see the body," Kara said after the speech was over.
"Very well," Brainiac 5 said as he led them both to the morgue where the real Dibala was dead and cold. The one on TV was one of Brainiac 5's drones. Dibala had been intentionally killed after Alex had saved his life. All the evidence of the murder had been covered up.
Kara looked over the body satisfied. "Now that we saved him from a rare disease without prejudice, other fucked-up world leaders will soon follow," Hank figured.
"Precisely," Brainiac 5 agreed.
"This test run went rather smoothly. Hopefully, the others will be the same," Kara smirked.
Alex came back to her apartment and winced as she saw the piss-colored yellow paint in one of the rooms. She then noticed another room in the middle of being renovated. "What happened to the green? I loved the green," Alex lied.
"You're late. We have that charity party to get to in fifteen minutes," Kelly reminded her while wearing nothing but her underwear.
"What's all this?" Alex wondered seeing the mess.
"Just preparing a nursery for when the adoption agency approves us," Kelly said.
"At this rate, it would be sooner if I just found someone to knock you up," Alex said half-jokingly.
"Alex, are you having feelings of sexual inadequacy because you don't have a penis?" Kelly asked super-seriously.
"Yes," Alex lied.
"Well, we better fix that," Kelly said taking Alex into one of the bedrooms.
"What about the party?" Alex asked concernedly.
"Fuck it," Kelly said as she aggressively and enthusiastically tore off Alex's business suit.