"Ah, Lucy! J'onn!" Winn's shout traveled to her in the conference room she'd overtaken for the remainder of yesterday paperwork. Swiftly following the anxiety, she found Winn frantically tapping at something on screen.

"What?" She demanded, coming to a stop in front of the main monitor, which had a very angry flashing light overlaid on a map of the city.

"Agent Schott, what's going on?" J'onn stopped at her shoulder, arms folded.

"Okay, so you remember the White Martian attack last year? When we first joined the DEO," he gestured between himself and Lucy. J'onn nodded. "Well, after the fiasco with M'gann giving you blood, me and Alex kind of sequenced her DNA and put out a trace? Just in case another hunter came for you!"

"Okay," Lucy asked, eyes now more vigorously fixed on the blinking dot.

"Well… It kind of went off? And M'gann is still off helping the rebellion so…"

"So, there's another White Martian on Earth," J'onn finished off, posture tightening. "Send me the coordinates I'll-"

"Whoa," Lucy was fully aware that J'onn was an alien capable of literally phasing through her if he so chose. But she still put her body in front of his, hands up. "Don't you think, literally anyone but the last Green Martian should go looking into this?"

"This is my problem, Major," oooh, pulling out her old title. He was not happy.

"J'onn, please just let me get Supergirl on route before you go, okay? Just take backup, that's all I ask."

His jaw worked for a moment, locking eyes with his technical equal.

"Ah, guys!" Winn's voice rose, and he was suddenly typing frantically. "Remember the facial recognition you had me run for the girl from the waterfront!?" Shit.

"Yeah?"

Winn pulled up street camera footage, and… shit wasn't a big enough word. The entire block was being destroyed. Cars had been tossed to the side; civilians were still scattering from the scene. There were already huge craters and gouges in the ground, and before Lucy could try and figure out how – she saw it happen live.

The teenager from before had literally just managed to take off upwards, clearly able to fly. She launched with surprising speed, but not enough. The giant, absolutely terrifying, White Martian managed to get a hand to her foot and yanked her back into the ground. The street caved under her body from the force, imprinted with the shape of her back.

By the time Lucy turned around, J'onn was already gone.

She grabbed a passing tech by his shirt's shoulder, "get Supergirl on the line, now!"

Lucy didn't need to worry – Kara heard the screams long before her phone rang. She changed and landed in the middle of the wreckage only to see the teenager roll away - Just in time too, because the White Martians fist sank into the concrete where her head had been.

"Hey!" Supergirl shouted, relieved when it drew the monster's attention away from the kid. Hands on her hips, she went with a classic. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

It just roared in response and charged. She'd honestly forgotten how big White Martians were in their natural form. It caught her around the waist, and together they collided with a bus stop, the glass raining down around them. Rearing back, it raised a clawed hand, ready to crush her skull into the concrete. And probably would have made a genuine effort to do so, if it weren't for the small blur that smashed into its side with enough force to send them both careening into a nearby abandoned car.

This kid didn't know when to quit.

Rolling away from the attack, the Martian wrapped it's too long fingers around her chest – lifting her out of the demolished car and throwing her with enough force to crash right through a nearby building.

Then J'onn landed – full Green Martian skin – furious.

While Kara extracted herself from the remains of the bus bench, the two mortal enemies started battle. The size difference did now slow J'onn down.

She was ready to give a hand, but her superhearing picked up a groan from within the caved in shop. Darting into the building, she picked her way through the wreckage to the girl coughing up brick dust.

"Hey," she knelt down, helping remove the debris that still littered the smaller alien. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she said, still coughing up dust, slowly getting to her elbows.

"Okay, then what were you thinking?" She reached over, helping the girl stand. "You should not be fighting giant aliens!"

"He started it!" She snapped back – gesturing in the direction of the fight still going on in the street.

Kara's brow furrowed, glancing at the girls slightly bruised look. "He attacked you?"

"Yeah," she dusted off her jeans, warily eyeing the growing destruction. "You think I just go around picking fights with White Martians?!"

Supergirl threw her hands up – "Well, I don't know!" Then there was a crash from outside, and x-ray vision revealed J'onn had taken a hit into another building. "Stay back."

"No arguments here!"

Heat vision drew its attention back to her – and again with the tackling. She was getting really sick of the size advantage – this guy had one trick. They traded blows, J'onn eventually regaining his feet. But the thing she'd learned about White Martians from their last go around is that they didn't seem phased by injury.

Absorbing a fist to her face, Kara caught herself on a streetlight poll, shaking out the shock. It was only because she was facing down the street that she saw the man. Every single civilian had fled by this point – yet this man stood on the balcony of one of the shops. Kara's memory triggered from the DEO yesterday – the man that Maggie had pointed out, with the black tattoos.

"Odon yier!" He shouted and fired a freaken bow and arrow.

The White Martian screamed as it embedded in the back of his spine. Turning with roar, the alien seemed to finally realize he was outnumbered and surrounded. It launched itself into the air, leaving the two Superhero's to regain their bearings for a moment.

"J'onn," Kara stumbled over to the still recovering Director. His skin was split over his eyes, and one hand was openly bleeding. But he otherwise just looked a little dazed and exhausted. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Supergirl," he stood, phasing back into his human skin. "What happened?"

"Oh, there's this guy," but by the time Kara turned around, the man from before, with the bow, had vanished. And when she spun on her heel again, so had the teenager.

"Something else is going on here." And Kara was inclined to agree.

That night found Lucy and Maggie in bed a few hours earlier than normal. Lucy's headache had yet to fade and was steadily increasing into migraine status. Her stomach turned at the thought of dinner.

Maggie, ever thoughtful, had already turned off all the lights and pulled the blinds by the time Lucy shoved their door open. All that lit the room were a handful of electric candles, the softer warm light doing less harm to her head.

"How you feeling, Lane?" Maggie asked, voice soft as she approached from the kitchen. She'd been brewing tea – and knowing her, probably that special headache stuff that Lucy swore didn't work but drank anyway.

"Sore," her girlfriends face twisted sympathetically, stepping into her space to place a gentle kiss to her forehead. After the brief moment where Maggie evaluated her girlfriend, she tapped her butt, pushing her towards the bedroom. A candle lit shower later, Lucy had slipped into bed with her mug, carefully blowing on the steaming liquid.

Maggie remained on top of the covers, typing something into her phone (which she had changed to its night setting – reducing the white glare considerably).

"Kara wants to know how you're feeling," Maggie murmured, sipping from her own cup.

"Like there is a vigilante teenager on the loose causing massive property damage," she muttered back, closing her eyes as the tea soothed her throat.

"I thought she was attacked?" Maggie asked, still typing.

"Yeah, that's what Kara reported," sighing, she sank deeper against the extra pillows from the closet. "But why would a White Martian come down to earth, and immediately attack some random alien?"

"Maybe it's not random."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Maggie turned a little, sitting with her legs crossed, tossing the phone down the bed. "Maybe everything is connected – Her saving Kara at the pier, this group of aliens showing up to help her, a specific White Martian attack. Seems like a lot to happen over two days." She kept her voice low and used her tea warmed fingers to tuck some still damp hair behind Lucy's ear.

Lucy was inclined to agree, but even the thought that there was some mystery she had to solve made her head throb. Rubbing at an eye, she placed her mug on the bedside, snuggling down into the sheets. Resting her cheek on Maggie's thigh, the gentle stroke of her girlfriends' fingers through her hair made her eyes flutter shut.

"Well, if it is, it's J'onn's problem. I'm back in the dessert base for the next few days," thank god. Looking after Kara was a full-time job – she had no idea how Alex managed it on top of her three separate positions at the DEO.

Maggie gave a soft laugh, settling against the headboard, unwilling to remove her fingers until the other women was asleep. "Sounds like a vacation Lane."