Author's Note: So yeah, this took longer than I planned. I do apologize, but I've been sick and dealing with a hurricane. That being said, I do want to thank CW's The Flash for introducing the multi-verse. It gave me a chance to use a character that I thought deserved more than a one-shot appearance.

As always, please enjoy…

Winn sat next to Lyra's med bed in the DEO. After Alex and a response team had gone to his apartment they found her still on the floor, leaned up against wall in the position Siobhan had left her in. According to Alex it was quite the creepy sight since Siobhan had propped Lyra up so that her head was lifted like she was leaning it against the wall herself instead of letting it hang lifeless. She had reopened Lyra's eyes so that they were staring out into the room, but their glassy and unfocused gaze made it seem like she was almost capable of coming to life once they'd walked in to retrieve her. The only indication that she was in fact unconscious was that her arms were completely limp by her sides.

They'd checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive. Alex reported that it was faint, but there. They were careful when moving her since the back of her skull was fractured, no easy feat in and of itself, but for probably something easy for someone of the Banshee's strength.

When they brought her in, Winn was scared at how much paler she looked. He tried to ask how she was, but Alex and the medical team refused to stop, afraid of how weak she had become. Alex finally spoke to Winn once they had her stabilized.

"I'm not going to lie to you Winn, Siobhan did some damage," Alex started. "She's got over half her ribs broken, a massive concussion, the back of her skull was cracked open, and there's some swelling in her brain."

"Is she…? Will she…?" he started to ask, finding himself unable to say the questions out loud.

"We're hoping for the best, but we won't know anything until the swelling in her brain subsides," Alex told him.

That was twenty-four hours ago, and there was still no real change. She was still lying in her bed, hooked up to the monitors which made Winn feel helpless that he wasn't doing more. He wanted to be tracking Siobhan down, but she'd turned off Lyra's phone and all his attempts to turn it back had failed. Whoever it was that broke her out of prison was also hiding her until she, or they, wanted her found.

He checked his phone again and saw that it was a little after eleven thirty. Siobhan said she wanted to meet at one. Well unless she lets me track that phone like she wanted, that might not happen, he thought.

The transports taking the metas to the location Lillian had chosen was moving through the streets of National City without suspicion. Inside one of them sat the Banshee, this time clad in her leather outfit, her hair finally in its gray and black color, and full face paint. Also with her was a female with dark brown hair wearing a maroon and yellow leather costume and maroon domino mask, a man in a dark jeans and a black shirt and a black waist-length coat who was snapping his fingers, making flames spark every time he did, and two armed guards.

But the most obvious person in the truck, at least to the Banshee, was Manchester Black. Where at least she, and everyone else, looked like they were wearing something that looked like an outfit that had some thought put into it, Manchester looked like he just rolled out of bed after an all-night bender. His faded jeans were torn and frayed, and looked like there were a few cigarette burns on them. His Union Jack T-shirt was wrinkled beyond comprehension. His combat boots were tied only enough to keep them on and his black leather jacket was faded and thin, almost like it was about to fall apart.

The Banshee saw that he was staring at her, a look of amusement on his face. "People that laugh at me don't live very long," she threatened, her voice husky.

"What's that like?" he asked her, his head leaned back against the side of the truck they were in.

"What's 'what' like?" she questioned him.

"Having two people in one noggin." The Banshee glared at him. "Yeah, can I can hear your little friend," he said, a shit eating little smirk on his face.

"Ignore her."

"I'd like to, Love, really would, but you see, she knows I can hear her. She's begging me to help her," Manchester chuckled.

"Could you?" asked the girl in the maroon.

"Easy peasy," Manchester smiled.

The Banshee growled at him, set her gaze, and then motioned like she was going to start screaming. Except when she opened her mouth, Manchester raised his hand toward her, and nothing came out. She growled again and lunged at him, only to have him flick his wrist and send her back into her seat.

"Now, now, let's play nice shall we, Sally-Screams-A-lot," Manchester chuckled. The Banshee looked at him with white hot rage. The woman in the maroon costume started chucking. The Banshee fixed her gaze on her.

"Chill, sweetheart, we're just having some fun before the fight," she said. "Name's, Eliza. People call me, Intrepid."

The Banshee rested back against the wall of the truck and just glared. Manchester let his hand fall and grinned. "You never answered me, Love. What's it like having the buddy system in that head?"

"When she doesn't shut up about wanting out? Annoying. When's she's screaming? It brings a smile to my face."

The other metas in the truck suddenly became very uncomfortable. Eliza and Manchester glanced at each other and chuckled. They were the only ones. "I can see why the guards were nervous," Eliza said.

Before Banshee could respond, the truck came to stop. The back doors opened and more armed guards stood, weapons raised and ordered the metas out. The stood before Lillian, who looked calm yet confident without appearing arrogant about the task that was coming up.

"I hope all of you are prepared for what's to transpire later today," she began. "While today is a…audition, and overwhelming victory is not completely expected, I do want to see that I don't have misplaced expectations on what you all are capable of. Make no mistake, those that do not live up expectations, or find themselves apprehended, will not be in any position to reveal what they've learned."

The metas looked amongst themselves, sizing each other up. Some, like Manchester, Eliza, and the Banshee didn't look worried. Others showed some trepidation. Once again the Banshee caught Manchester staring at her.

"What now?" she asked him, more annoyed than angry.

"Who's Winn? And why doesn't your playmate want me to make sure that he doesn't die?"

The Banshee looked at him in total disbelief. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Siobhan was actually communicating? Just who the hell is this guy, she thought.

"You need to stop listening to her," the Banshee said.

"Is there a problem?" Lillian asked at the sound of the interruption.

"Just some quick girl talk," Manchester responded.

"Make sure it's about the task at hand," Lillian said. She then turned to one of her aides. "Turn off the signal damper, and turn on the phone Silver Banshee brought us. Once that phone is on, send a text to the person she told you to, and then you all will have maybe a half hour to prepare your assault. Good hunting," she said before walking off to get to her secure location.

The Banshee and the metas began moving toward their posts. She felt a rush of wind catch up to her and suddenly Eliza was on her right. "You know what, I think us girls should stick together," she said sassily.

"I don't," Banshee said.

"Oh come on, honey, if you haven't noticed, this group is practically a giant boys club. There's hardly any estrogen here, and you seem the most interesting. And that says something when you consider how quickly a speedster can lose interest."

"The last time I met a speedster, I ended up in prison," the Banshee revealed.

"And here I thought you were a member of the Supergirl club," came Manchester's voice from behind Eliza and the Banshee as they reached a position in an obscure part of the warehouse that Lillian had brought them to.

"You're not big on respecting personal space are you?" the Banshee asked him angrily, her patience wearing thin.

"Hard to respect something that doesn't exist for you," he said as he joined them. He leaned against the wall, reached into his jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He fished one out, set it between his lips, and then produced a lighter from one of the jacket's side pockets and lit the cigarette. He pocketed the lighter, took a drag, and brought his hand up and waved his fingers at his temple. "I hear everybody whether they want me to or not if they think hard enough. Like…," he trailed off as he stared at Banshee hard. "Siobhan, is it?"

"Stay out of my head," she ordered.

"But it's not your head, now is it?" he questioned. He began shaking his finger at her. "No. No, that melon belongs to Siobhan and you're just what…subletting?"

"I said stay out of my head," the Banshee snarled as she rushed at him. Before she could get her hands on him, Manchester used his powers to force her hands down long enough to get hands to her face. He held her face still and fixed his eyes onto hers.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just want to meet your little friend," Manchester answered her.

"Stop. Leave me –" the Banshee pleaded before going silent.

"What are you –?" Eliza started to ask before being hushed by Manchester.

Manchester held his stare on the Banshee, waiting for some kind of reaction. In seconds, she started blinking quickly, stopping finally, and he saw that her eyes had gone from ghostly white to coffee brown. "Siobhan?"

"How am I? Did you? Is she gone?" Siobhan asked quickly.

"Just buried for the moment," Manchester told her.

"Did you just make the wicked bitch disappear?" Eliza asked in shock.

"For now," he responded. "Now tell me, Brown Eyes, who's Winn? And why does the Silver Screamer hate him so much?"

"S-she's out because I let myself lose control. She sees Winn as a threat because he helps keep me calm and…makes me feel human," Siobhan explained.

"Other than the girl scout of steel, is he coming for us? Or rather, for you?" Siobhan nodded.

"She's gonna try and kill him. Please, you have to let me warn –"

Manchester pressed his finger to her lips. "Now you're just telling me more than I want to know," he said. He gripped her face again and stared at her once more. "Sally?" he guessed with a smile. Once more there was rapid blinking and he watched as the brown eyes became pale again.

The Banshee looked around from her constricted position, and then brushed off Manchester's hands and head butted him. As he was groaning in pain, she reached for his throat and began to throttle him.

"Don't you ever do that again," she hissed at him. Before she could squeeze any further, she found herself a few feet away from him, reeling like she'd been tossed. Eliza was standing next to him, checking him over.

"Sorry about that," she told Banshee. "But I'm thinking Luthor's mama might have a problem with you choking one of us out before we get a chance to prove we should stay breathing."

The Banshee glared at her and then turned to Manchester. "What did she tell you?"

"Other than you're as loony as a toon," he coughed.

"I thought since you could hear what's-her-name out here, couldn't you hear her from, well, inside her?" Eliza asked.

"That's the way it usually works," the Banshee answered her angrily. "But tall, dumb, and lanky here did something. I was cut off – buried – with no way out. How the hell did you do that?"

"Sweetie, I can control everything you see and hear if I want. Cutting you off like I did, that was easy. And if you think you were buried then, keep pissing me off. I'll bury you so deep inside Siobhan's mind, you'll never get out," Manchester threatened her. He then threw off Eliza's hands and stormed off.

"Yeah, this plan's gonna go off real well," Eliza sighed.

Winn was still sitting next to Lyra when Kara walked in. She looked at Winn and felt a flood of emotions hit her. Anger at Siobhan for what she was putting Winn through. For putting Lyra in that bed. Unlike Winn, and now Alex, she still refused to believe that Siobhan and the Banshee weren't one and the same despite what she'd been told. She also felt guilty. Siobhan was angry with her for putting her in prison. And while she did believe that, on some level, Siobhan did this for some manner of revenge on him, deep down, she knew she was the target.

"How's she doing?" Kara asked.

"No real change," Winn said sadly.

Kara stood on the opposite side of the bed, looking down at Lyra. If it weren't for the machines hooked up to her, it would've looked like she was just sleeping and all Winn had to do was kiss her to wake her up like in some fairy tale. Kara almost wished it was that simple.

"Has there been any word on Silver Banshee?" Winn asked. Kara shook her head. Winn looked down, defeated. He shook his head in frustration. "What if Lyra doesn't come out of this, Kara? I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't make it," he said.

"Don't talk like that Winn," Kara said. "You have to keep hoping that she will."

"This is all my fault."

"No it isn't," she tried to reassure him. "Siobhan did this."

"The Silver Banshee did this. And it's my fault. I lied to Siobhan. She asked me if I was seeing someone, and I told her no. I…I didn't want to upset her when she'd been doing so well at getting better. Maybe when the Banshee found out when she went to my apartment…I don't know. Maybe this set her off."

Kara hated seeing her friend beating himself up over this. This wasn't his fault, but he was trying to make it so, maybe to justify Siobhan's actions, or his own guilt, she didn't know. But she knew she had to make him stop thinking about it.

"You didn't tell me that you two had moved in together," she said in an attempt to change the subject.

"We hadn't. Not yet. I just gave her a key in case she wanted to, every now and then, get away from the trailer park she stays at," he clarified. She watched as his face suddenly softened and he smiled. "Alex wondered if she does grocery shopping. I told her no, that sometimes, she comes over and cooks dinner for us. That's why there was food all over the floor when they got there."

"Lyra can cook?" Kara asked in disbelief.

Winn nodded. "She learned. Though I had to put my foot down on a no cats rule," he laughed.

Kara laughed with him and was about to try and get him to talk further about the relationship when Alex came into the room. "We're getting a signal."

Back in the main bullpen, Winn was at his station, frantically typing away. "What did the text say again?" Kara asked. She was referencing the text that had been sent to Winn's phone, which had been in turn, routed to the main screen of the DEO.

"Come and get me, Winn," Alex told her. Kara noticed the way that Alex looked worried. She was about to ask what was wrong when Winn shouted.

"Got it. She's at a warehouse on the corner of Shuster and Siegel."

"Get a strike team ready," J'onn ordered out loud. He then turned toward Alex and Kara. "Kara, suit up." Kara nodded.

"Wait," Alex shouted. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Such as?" J'onn inquired.

"I don't think Silver Banshee sent this."

"Based on?" Kara wondered.

"'Come and get me, Winn'? Siobhan calls him Winn. Silver Banshee? She likes to call him Winnie to taunt him. That's what she would've called him."

"You're thinking she's has help beyond those who helped her escape?" J'onn asked.

"I'm thinking whomever it is that broke her out and kept us from finding her until an hour before her 1 pm deadline, is using her as bait."

"Bait?" Winn asked.

"It is plausible, Agent Schott," J'onn concurred. "The people behind this could've sent her after you as a way to draw out, well, Supergirl herself."

"But why?"

"That's what we'll have to find out," Kara said.

"This is a trap, Sis," Alex warned her.

"They're always traps," Kara fired back. "That doesn't mean that we still don't do our jobs. Get the team ready, and meet me at that warehouse."

Before Alex could try and talk further, Kara was already walking off. I have a bad feeling about this, Alex thought.