The last of the records had finally been deleted from Gotham Mercy Hospital, and Olivia sighed, leaning back. The murders in Chicago had shaken her up, more than she had wanted to let on; someone was going after women in her demographic, and she wasn't about to have her child in danger. If the files were missing, then whoever had ransacked the other office would not be able to get her name. Admittedly, she had not had an amniocentesis done, but that specific search parameter could be changed at any time. When it came to her baby, Olivia wasn't going to take any chances.

As she was about to get up, her comm beeped. Reaching across the desk, she picked it up. "Yeah?"

"Olivia, you have a communication from your mother," Dealer said.

Olivia frowned. "Thanks, D." She turned on the comm system through the computer, but was disturbed to find that the communication was audio only. "Mom?"

"Olivia." Her voice was terse, filled with worry. Olivia couldn't quite tell, but she may have been crying, or had just gotten over it. "There's been an accident."

"What kind of accident?" Olivia demanded, leaning forward. Her gut twisted again, and her hands started to shake.

"Your father was in a car accident. It was pretty bad. I…I need you to get here."

"I'll be there. Where are you?"

"Seattle General Hospital."

"I'll be there in a few minutes, Mom. Just wait for me." She shut down the comm, grabbing her communicator and running down the hall, towards the teleporter pad. Her heart was racing, her breath coming quick, and not only from her full sprint. She skidded around the corner and made her way up to the pad. "D, Seattle General, now!"

Dealer looked up a moment, then saw the look on her face. "Right away."

It was only a few seconds before the light disappeared, and she was standing outside of the main entrance of the hospital. The rain was pouring down, soaking her in the few seconds that she was there. There were a few people around who frowned, eyeing her suspiciously as she suddenly appeared from a cylinder of blue light, but she didn't have time to worry about that. Olivia ran inside, making her way through the people waiting until she was in the emergency waiting room. It didn't take long for her to spot her mother, standing nervously by the door. "Mom?"

She looked over, biting her lip, her eyes red. Olivia went over and put her arms around her. Her mother was shaking. "Thank god you're here."

"What happened?" Olivia asked.

Dinah pulled back, sitting down at a chair nearby. "He was driving back from the flower shop, and…the roads were bad, from the rain…." She paused a moment, getting her voice back. "A truck came across two lanes of traffic and hit the van. It smashed the van between it and a building."

"How long ago?"

Dinah shook her head, looking down. "I don't know. He just got here a few minutes ago, and I got down here as fast as I could." Olivia looked over at the doors to the emergency room, grinding her teeth. She wanted to rush in there, to find out what exactly they were doing, but she knew that it wasn't going to help; if anything, she would get in the way, and more than likely, her father wasn't even conscious. "Just, sit down and wait with me?"

Olivia nodded, sitting down. "Did you call Roy?" she asked.

Dinah nodded. "I couldn't get a hold of him. I left a message." Her voice cracked again, as she lowered her head. Olivia put her hand on her arm, squeezing slightly. She smiled a bit at her daughter, but was otherwise quiet.

She waited a few minutes, then pulled her hand away, taking out her cell phone. After a few moments, she heard Aidan's voice on the other end. "Yeah?"

"Aidan, there's been accident, Pop's in the hospital. I'm going to be here for a while."

"You need me there?"

She smiled to herself. "I think we'll be okay," she answered. "I'm here with Mom right now, we're waiting to hear about Pop."

"Are you Okay?"

She paused a moment; she was about to say yes, to tell him not to worry. Then she caught herself. "No," she answered honestly, hoping that the crack in her voice wasn't audible. She swallowed before continuing. "But I'm with Mom. We just have to wait."

"If you need me, I'm a call away," Aidan said, his voice soft.

"Thanks." She hung up, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to get herself under control again. Her mother needed her; only one of them could be too upset to think. They sat there for a few minutes, which turned into a half an hour. Finally, a doctor came out of the emergency room, his scrubs still bloody. He walked right up to them.

"Mrs. Queen?"

Dinah looked up, standing "Yes? How is he?"

The doctor sighed; a very bad sign. Olivia felt her throat tighten again. "I've got no easy way to tell you this," he said. "Your husband is dying. He's already lost a significant amount of blood, and both of his kidneys are failing. If we can't find a donor within the next hour, well… There won't be very much we can do for him. I'm sorry."

"I can donate," Olivia said immediately.

"And you are?"

"His daughter," she replied. "I'm a compatible donor."

Dinah shook her head. "You can't. The baby."

"The baby'll be okay. Pop won't be. I'm going to do this." She turned back to the doctor. "Show me where the surgery is at."

The doctor nodded. "This way." Olivia followed him quickly, feeling her eyes burning again. It was a risk, yes, but it was a risk she was going to take. It only took a couple minutes until she was being shown into a small private room. She and Dinah were left there alone. The latter seemed anxious.

"Are you sure you want to be doing this, Olivia?"

She tried hard not to glare. "Pop's dying," she said. "I don't have much choice, do I?"

"We could always try and get a hold of Arsenal."

"You already tried," Olivia pointed out. "Roy isn't answering his phone. Pop doesn't have much time, and if I can do something, I'm not going to sit back and wait." The nurse entered, drawing a blood sample quickly and leaving to get it tested.

"I know, but your baby…"

"I already said, the baby will be fine," she said. "I haven't changed my habits yet, and I think the baby will be strong enough for the surgery."

Dinah shook her head, pacing nervously. "I don't like it. I don't like it at all."

Olivia smiled. "Mom." She turned. "I know you're worried. Pop's in the emergency room, and you don't want me there too. I'll be all right, and so will the baby. I promise." She expected her mother to at least try to smile, but she didn't. She only paced more, her face growing more and more concerned. There were no tears, just…worry.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light. Olivia turned in the hospital bed, and found Dealer standing next to her. "Olivia, we have a problem."

"Yes, I do," she said.

"Captain Marvel has gone off to Apokolips and is trapped," he said. "We need you to go after him."

"Usually, I'd be there, but this time, it won't happen. My father's in emergency surgery and I'm about to go under the knife."

"Olivia, you can't," he said. "If you don't go, Marvel will die."

"What's so bad about this place, besides the name sounding like something out of a bad scifi movie?" she asked. She noted her mother had moved away from the window, turning sharply when Dealer had started to talk.

"It is a place of evil, great evil power."

"And you want to send the one with no powers, who also happens to be pregnant, to this place?" she demanded. "Forget it. My father needs me."

"You have a duty to the League."

"I have a duty to my family first," she growled. "Marvel knows the risks that come with the costume. He knows that his life is at risk every day, and he still goes out there and fights the good fight. He made his own decision, and he's going to have to deal with the consequences. Why don't you send someone who's as powerful? If Marvel's in trouble, then what the hell good am I going to be there, huh?" She stood up, rubbing her arm where the needle had been.

"If you don't go, he will die."

"And if I do go, my father will die."

Dealer closed his eyes. "Yes."

Olivia shook her head angrily. "I can't believe you'd actually consider asking me this!" She turned as the doctor came in, holding a few papers in his hand. "All right, if you'll excuse me, D, I have a kidney to donate."

"Actually, you won't be able to donate," the doctor said.

"The pregnancy…"

"It…it isn't the pregnancy," he said. He shook his head, and looked over at Dinah. Olivia looked as well; there was a sick look on her face. "It turns out, you aren't a genetic match."

Olivia wasn't expecting that answer. She paced across the room, grabbing the doctor by the collar and slamming him against the wall. "You want to repeat that?" she growled.

"I-it's true!" he said.

"Let me see those results!" She grabbed the papers, letting the doctor go. He straightened himself up, as Olivia looked through. "What the hell is this, 'unidentified hemoglobin'? What does this mean?" She turned to Dealer, but he had already disappeared. Her eyes finally found her mother, who was looking down. "What is this?"

"We can't identify components of your blood," the doctor explained.

"There must be a mistake," Olivia said. Her mind was reeling; the only way that she wouldn't be a match would be if-

-if he wasn't her father. She turned to her mother, refusing to look away until she finally sighed.

"I didn't want you to find out," Dinah said softly. "Your father and I wanted to keep it a secret, but…we never expected this to happen."

Olivia stared at her, for a moment unable to speak. "I don't believe it," she finally said. "I might have been able to believe you weren't my mother- I mean, I've heard stories about Pop. But you? I can't believe…"

Dinah shook her head. "It isn't what you think," she said. She never brought her eyes up, as she spoke. "The man lying in there is not your biological father, no…but he is your father. In a sense. Your father was the same man, but…from another parallel reality. He was brought here by a man you've probably never heard of, named Barry Allen."

Olivia frowned. "I have heard that name," she said. "Aidan's parents mentioned him a couple times."

"Your real father swapped places with this one. But he died before you were born, in a plane crash. Not long after, the Ollie from this reality was returned, so that…that you would have a father, even if he wasn't the biological one."

Olivia frowned. "You lost me," she said. Her mother still refused to look up. "You're telling me that Pop from another reality got you pregnant, and then he died?"

"Yes."

"And now this Pop is here taking the place of….of my real father?"

"Yes."

"Just me. Right?"

"Yes."

Olivia threw her hands up. "Then we get a hold of Roy! Damn it, we can't be wasting time! He's dying in there!" Suddenly, she got an idea. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Aidan again. "You there?"

"Yeah. You need me?"

"Yes. I need you to go find Roy. He's the only one who can help Pop now. I know you've been to his place before."

"Got it."

Olivia sighed. "Thanks, Aidan." She shut the phone, then looked up. Her mother was still not looking at her. "Just one question with all of this," she said. "If my real father was just another version of Pop, how come I'm not genetically compatible?"

There was a moment of hesitation. "I don't understand it myself," she said. "I just…we didn't want you to think you were different."

Olivia smiled somewhat. "I just wish I could have helped."

Dinah finally looked up, smiling sadly. "I know. You…you aren't going to go to Apokolips, are you?"

Olivia frowned as she shook her head emphatically. "No way in hell. I have a baby to think about. I might have six months ago, but if Marvel's in over his head, there is no way I'm putting my baby in that kind of danger."

Dinah looked visibly relieved. "We have to wait for Aidan and Roy now," she said. "We better get back to the waiting room."