A/N: A longer chapter tonight. Thank you to all who leave reviews. I hope I continue to please you all. Enjoy!

4.

The second Querl collapsed, Imra had felt it through the telepathic bond she shared with him and Mon-El. It was an act neither of the men were aware of, as she was careful to keep her presence in their minds masked. She'd felt it best to keep the three of them tied together through her power, as it could serve as a way to keep them safe in this more primitive time. Though Brainy was significantly more difficult to hide against, what with his sharp intellects.

She was glad she'd chosen to do so.

A gasp escaped her lips as she feels the sharp end of the bond between her and Querl. And without taking time to explain to her husband, Saturn Girl rushes down the D.E.O halls towards their ship, finding the Culuan lying motionless on the floor.

"What the hell?" Mon-El drops to the ground beside her, worry crossing his face as he looks over their friend. "What happened to him?"

Imra places two fingers to her temple, trying to reconnect the link and failing. She frowns and furrows her brow. Usually her telepathy worked even when one had been rendered unconscious. "I can't quite tell. But he needs medical assistance. That much is obvious."

"Can you carry him with your telekinesis?"

She nods and focuses the force of her second power to gently lift Brainy into the air.

"Don't drop him," Mon-El orders.

She cannot help the roll of her eyes. "Obviously. Take lead and clear a path."

The medbay was on the opposite side of the D.E.O. and those in the way abruptly slide to the side of the halls, doing their best to sandwich themselves against the walls so as not to knock Brainy lose from Imra's telekinetic grasp.

"Oh no," Tessa rolls eyes as soon as the Legion steps in. "Are you kidding me?" She lets out a frustrated sigh and points to an adjoining room. "Drop him in there."

Imra shoots a glare before following orders, leaving Mon-El to go over details regarding the Culuan anatomy and possible causes of Querl's state. She gently sets him on a bed, ignoring the other patient who occupies the room, though the man lays still and unconscious. Using her telekinesis, Imra draws the curtain across the bar, creating privacy.

She sits on the edge of his bed, a sad frown on her face and again she places two fingers to her temple, trying to reach his inner mind.

There is no response and Imra lets out a sigh. Gently, she takes Brainy's hand in her own. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and directs her telepathy with more concentration. Wake up, my friend. You have us worried out here.

"That woman is infuriating," Mon-El grumbles as he enters the room. He stops short, noticing the intimate moment between his wife and pilot. He knew Imra needed complete focus if she were to break through Brainy's barriers and reach him. Quietly, he waits until she blinks her eyes open and turns to face him.

"I can't make a connection," she gives him a sad smile. "Usually I'm able to help. But I think he's just...spent. We've worked him too hard, without care."

Mon-El places a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Then we'll let him rest. You're right, I gave him too much to do in too short of a time. Twelve intellects or not, even he needs nourishment and sleep."

Imra nods and sighs again. "I feel terribly responsible. We've been so wrapped up in everything - this new time and place, Reign, Kara - I should have known how far he was being pushed."

"Imra, no," Mon-El's voice is soft as he speaks, wishing to rid her of guilt. "I am just as to blame as you, if not more. I knew I was being unfair, I knew he was exhausted, and yet I kept piling more work for him to do." He lets out an audible sigh, his voice dropping lowly with shame. "When he came back from Kara's loft, and I saw that smile on his face, I just -"

"You were jealous," she frowns, feeling his true thoughts pass through her own mind. She shrugs his hand from her shoulder and straightens her spine. "You remembered having that same feeling during your time with her. And you wanted to keep them apart. Even though it was a subconscious act."

"Imra…"

"There's no point in trying to lie, Mon-El," her voice takes on a quipped tone, losing it's gentleness as the truth seeps further into her mind and heart. "You know I am able to detect falseness."

"I love you." He tries.

"Yes," she nods. "Over time you have come to love me. Thanks to our arranged marriage." She glances over her shoulder at him. "But your love for Kara has never ceased."

"Please don't do this," he whispers. They've had this discussion before, especially since arriving in the 21st century. At first Imra had been understanding and kind about his complicated feelings and relationship with Kara. She was delightful and helpful when working out on the field with Supergirl and the two had seemingly got along decent enough, even despite Kara's initial hesitation. Yet, as Imra held up a mask of content for her husband's sake, he knew that it was a blow to her that he still loved another woman. They'd continued to speak of it, trying to sort through what it meant for them and their future, and in truth the never-ending discussion created a chip in their relationship that seemed to only grow.

"Imra," he moves to stand before her, ignoring Querl sleeping next to them. "Please. You know this is complicated for me."

"Yes, I've known for seven years." She refuses to meet his eyes, though her own start to fill with unshed tears. "I just hope you can come to understand how difficult this is for me."

"I do," he grabs her hand, holding tight when she tries to flinch away. "I do. And I am so sorry. Please, try to believe me. I love you, Imra. I really do. Nothing has changed that."

She blinks her tears back. "Nothing except -"

"Querl?!" Red faced and wide eyed Kara nearly stumbles through the doorway on shaking legs. Abruptly she halts, eyes moving between them. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you guys would be here."

Imra cleared her throat and wipes her teary eyes. "Of course we're here," she snaps. "He's our friend."

"Imra," Mon-El tries, but she snatches her hand away from him.

Kara's mouth drops open in surprise. "I'm sorry?"

Imra stands, glaring at the blonde woman. "Yes, you're always sorry aren't you?" She shoots Mon-El a nasty look, causing her husband to avoid her eyes and stare down at his feet. "Both of you are always just so sorry." In a huff, she leaves the room, ignoring Kara as she steps aside to let the raging Titan pass by.

"What was that?" Kara frowns, looking at Mon-El for answers.

He sighs, obviously troubled by whatever he and his wife had just been in the midst of discussing. "It's...personal. I'm sorry you caught us at a bad time."

"I wasn't trying to catch you at all," Kara insists. "I came to see Querl."

Biting his bottom lip and avoiding her eyes, Mon-El nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I figured."

Her brow furrows. "What's the matter? Have I done something to Imra? Does she not like -"

"No," he shakes his head and stands. "No, this is my doing." He moves passed her, presumably to follow his angered wife. "Just...Kara, there can never be anything between us again."

Her face switches from confusion to anger. "Excuse me?"

"I'm married, Kara."

"You don't think I know that?!"

"I love my wife."

"I never said you didn't!"

He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Look, I just, we just - Kara things are different, okay? And even if there may be lingering feelings -"

"There aren't!" She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. "And why does everyone keep suggesting that there are?! Mon-El I'm over you. I've been over you! And I -" Her eyes flit over to Querl lying unconscious just steps away from her. "I have someone else in my life. And I wouldn't jeopardize that - or your marriage - for another chance at us."

There's a sadness in his eyes as he nods his agreement. "Good. Neither would I." He moves passes her, leaving the room without another word.

Quickly, she moves to Querl's bedside, taking his hand in her own. He looks peaceful enough, no visible signs of significant physical damage. Gently, she brushes a few locks of his white hair off his forehead and then brings his limp hand to her lips for a soft kiss across his knuckles.

"Please wake up." Her plea is softly spoken and a little shaky. "I know you're exhausted, but I just need to know that you're okay. That you just need some sleep."

She shivers, her anxiety creeping its way into her thoughts. "Because," she feels tears reaching her eyes. "If there is something wrong, I need to know about it." She waits, hoping his dark eyes will flutter open and he'll smile at her, insuring her that all is well and that he simply needs a nap.

"I feel terrible, Querl," she ducks her eyes down to stare at their interlaced fingers. "You work so hard, all the time. And-and no one paid any attention to how you were doing. Not even me. I-I was so wrapped up in my own feelings and complications, and I only cared about having you as my own. I-I didn't notice how far you were being pushed. I didn't think of speaking to J'onn or Mon-El, or pulling you from the lab to catch a few moments of peace and rest. We're-we're supposed to do those things for each other - we're a couple now, after all. And I-I failed to hold up my end of supporting and caring for you. Already I let you down. And now look what's happened to you."

She sniffles, a tear falling from her eyes and splashing onto the back of his hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Knock, knock."

Kara whips around to see her sister in the doorway, a sad smile on her face. "How's he doing?" She leans heavily on her cane as she steps closer. "Tessa gave me the run down, she'll be in soon to check his vitals."

"He hasn't woken up yet," Kara rubs her thumb across his knuckles again, trying to bring some comfort to him even in his unconscious state. "I-I think he's just exhausted and hasn't eaten enough."

Alex stands beside her, looking down at the Culuan. "Then he'll be okay. Just give him time, he'll come around."

Kara nods and tries to banish her fears. "Thank you. You're always so rational. I'm sorry for storming out on you earlier."

"Forget it," Alex waves off the statement away. "I shouldn't have pushed you about Mon-El. Whatever is or isn't going on between you two has nothing to do with me and is none of my business. But," she looks at Querl. "I do think he deserves to know."

"There's absolutely nothing between Mon-El and I." She squeezes Querl's hand for emphasis, hoping to translate this to him.

Alex smiles down at her. "I'll leave you two. Try to find yourself some sleep tonight." She plants a kiss on the top of Kara's blonde head and takes her leave quietly.

A few minutes pass and Tessa enters without a word to check Querl's pulse, pupils, and to insert a catheter for an IV. Kara watches her intensely, knowing the woman had a reputation at the D.E.O for being brash and seemingly uncaring. If she slipped once or harms Querl in any way Kara was ready to pounce.

"You can chill with the laser eyes, you know. I'm not going to hurt your boyfriend."

She narrows her gaze. "Your attitude horrible. And I don't have to 'chill'."

Tessa sighs, glancing at her while fitting the IV tube to the catheter in Querl's wrists. "You can complain about my attitude all you want, I do great work here and no one can deny that."

"You can be replaced."

"Well," the orderly turns to face the Kryptonian. "When and if that happens, I'll be sure to thank you personally." She leaves with a scoff, ignoring Kara's icy stare at her retreating form.

"Terrible bedside manner." The low, rumble has her turning around to face a pair of dark eyes and a small smile.

"Querl…" she breathes out his name in a way that drips with relief. "You're okay?"

He nods, coughing weakly. "I'm okay. Were you concerned?"

"Of course I was!" She squeezes his hand gently, which he returns faintly. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," he mutters. "And my head is pounding."

She brings his hand to her lips, placing a soft kiss to the back. "Sleep. You need it."

His eyes droop, but he shakes his head in refusal. "I haven't seen you in three days. I don't want to sleep."

"Don't be foolish. I'll be here when you wake."

"Can't be sure," he yawns and scoots himself to one side of the hospital bed. "Come lay with me."

She strokes his hand, relishing in his need of her. "There's no room for me."

He frowns at her. "What? Do you think yourself a whale? Get in here." Using his free hand, he pulls back the covers.

She laughs and does as bid, resting her head upon his chest. He wraps an arm around her, bringing her closer to him and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Much better," he yawns.

"Try to sleep, Querl. Please?"

"Mhm," he nods and rests his check against the top of her head. Only a moment passes before she can feel his grip on her lessen and his breathing deepen. Kara smiles widely and snuggles him closer. This is how it's supposed to be, her thoughts ring before she finds herself submitting to sleep as well.