A half hour after Kara's call to Clark, there was a knock on the door. Kara stood up from the bed to take a peak, but Oliver quickly stepped in front of her, drawing his pistol.

"It's him," said Kara, having already identified Clark with her x-ray vision.

Oliver, still cautious, placed the pistol against the door as he looked through the eye hole. He let out a sigh of relief for she was right. Kara had shown Oliver pictures of him, and he looked exactly the same as in the photos right now. Nerdy glasses, neat hair and dressed in a basic shirt with jeans. Oliver unlocked the door and opened it, immediately being met with an astonished look from Clark.

"Where is she?" he asked. Oliver immediately stepped aside to let him enter before closing the door and locking it again. "Kara," said Clark, embracing her.

"Don't squeeze too hard," she groaned, as she let go and pulled a strap of her tank top to the side to show the wound.

"It should've closed up by now," he said, as he sat her on the bed and opened the briefcase he'd brought, revealing a yellow sun lamp. He placed it next to her and switched it on before sitting on the chair opposite her and taking a closer look.

"Did you remove the bullet?" he asked, turning to Oliver.

"No, I pulled it out myself," said Kara.

"There's still some kryptonite fragments in the wound. That's why it's not healing quickly," said Clark.

"Should I be worried about that?" asked Kara.

"No, it's too small of an amount to have any lasting effects. You just need time under the sun lamp… When you told me that you had a friend here, I didn't think that you meant Oliver Queen."

Kara nervously smiled. "Yeah, we actually just met here a few days ago. He was with me when Graves and his men attacked."

Clark turned to his right to face Oliver. "Kara told me you took them out."

"Yeah, yeah, I did," replied Oliver, gulping.

"How does a playboy manage to put up a fight against six highly trained mercenaries?" inquired Clark, staring a hole through Oliver.

"Uhh… Yeah, I've been doing Krav Maga and Muay Thai for the past few months. Kara also managed to take some of them out with her powers before she got hit. I just picked up one of their guns, shot the one guy left and then brought her here."

"Sure," replied Clark, sceptical of the story.

"Did you fly over the island to see if there were any more of them?" asked Kara.

"Yeah. I didn't see anybody, but more might be on the way. How did they track you? Do they know your identity?" asked Clark.

"No, they tracked me with this," she replied, handing him the GPS. "It picked up on one of my energy spikes."

"Kara, you know that you shouldn't be using your powers," he replied, inspecting the GPS.

"I wasn't," replied Kara defensively, confusing Clark.

"Then how could your…"

Kara began to unconvincingly ramble. "No, I mean I was, but it wasn't… I actually wasn't really…"

Clark remembered that Oliver was standing to his right, immediately putting two and two together and grimacing. "Okay, okay, I don't need to know the details."

Oliver and Kara both cringed out of embarrassment, feeling like two teenagers who had just been caught by their parents.

Clark continued. "Look, just rest and stay under the sun lamp. You can't get on your flight tomorrow, it's too risky."

"I've already made arrangements to bring one of my family's private jets. I figured it would be safer," interjected Oliver.

"Good. If they can track you, they can track me. Don't do anything that can spike your energy levels, I'll go to the other side of the island in case any others show up to draw them away. If you need me, just say so. I'll hear you. You should be back to full strength by morning," said Clark.

"Thanks," said Kara, gratefully. Clark pulled her in for a gentler hug this time, before standing up and heading for the door. He gestured with his head for Oliver to follow him outside.

He spoke as soon as they were outside. "Thank you for saving her life," he said sincerely.

"I was just doing the right thing," replied Oliver.

"I know… Listen, I don't buy your story for one second. No trust fund frat boy would be handling this as well as you, let alone be able to fight off and kill several mercenaries. I know exactly who you are. Does she know?"

Oliver nodded.

"You know our identities now, but at least I know that you're good at keeping secrets. You seem like a decent guy, Oliver, but this life that you're choosing, I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."

"Trust me, I know," replied Oliver.

"Only time will tell if you do. I know that you can't be talked out of it, so all I'm going to say is that you need to be careful. I'd hate to see something happen to you, for yours and Kara's sake."

"I don't plan on dying out there."

"That's the thing, Oliver. Not everything goes according to plan... Once again, thank you," said Clark, offering a hand to Oliver. Oliver shook his hand, doing his best not to wince as Clark squeezed his hand tight on purpose. Clark left while Oliver returned to his room, being met with a broad grin from Kara upon entering.

"What?" asked Oliver.

"You're so intimidated by him," she said.

"No, I'm not," replied Oliver dismissively.

"Puffing out your chest, lowering your gaze, I never thought I'd ever see you so... timid."

"Okay, maybe a little. It's Superman, after all," said Oliver, smirking. "You've had a rough night. Get some sleep," he said.

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'm going to keep an eye out," he said. He moved to the curtains, slightly pushing one aside to take a look outside while Kara changed into pyjamas and slid under the duvet of her bed. After several seconds of silence, she spoke.

"This changes things between us," she said.

"Yeah. Yeah, it does."

"Will I ever see you again after tomorrow?"

Oliver took a deep breath. "We'll see," he said, "We'll see," he repeated with a more hopeful tone, as he turned to look at Kara. He gave her a small, but warm smile, one which she reciprocated before they both turned away.

As Kara tried to drift off to sleep and Oliver kept watch, both wondered about the uncertainty of their future. The four days of bliss on Corto Maltese were exquisite, something that they both needed more than they realised, but it was over now. The lives that they were running from could not be avoided any longer. It was time to return home, and they wondered when would they see each other again. What exactly would their relationship be when they did? While unsure about the answers to these questions, they remained hopeful that the answers would be the ones that they wanted. Only time would tell if they could be something more, something real, but they knew one thing for certain... Inevitably, inexorably, their paths would cross again.


A/N: Obviously, the basis of a third story would be a following of Oliver and Kara in their early days as heroes, à la a combination of Arrow S1 and Supergirl S1, but with differences from the shows, of course. Honestly though, I'm not too sure that I'll pick it up soon, given that it will be a massive undertaking (Arrow S1 pun intended). We'll see what happens :)