Author's Note: So, it's been a while. I had some time constraints on another story that took up a little too much time. To try and make up for it, I've uploaded this chapter, and I'm working on the next one now. We're not too far from the end, so I felt two chapters in a row would help get us there.

Please enjoy...

The elevator doors to the DEO opened with Winn inside it, pacing and fidgeting in place. Once they were open enough for him to get through, he bolted through them, nearly running into a passing agent. He stopped to collect himself and looked around the bullpen. He saw J'onn and Alex near his console, and began to move toward them.

"Guys, I need to speak with you," he said as he reached them. He looked around quickly and then looked back toward Alex. "And Kara. I need her here, too."

"What's this about, Agent Schott?" J'onn asked.

"Siobahn, I know how to find her – kind of."

Moments later, Kara was landing in the DEO and darting over to Winn's console.

"We're all here, Winn, now what?" Alex asked, growing impatient.

"Yeah, you said you could find, Siobahn?" Kara asked skeptically.

"Yes – again, kind of," Winn clarified. "She, um, she got in contact with me last night."

"She called you?" Kara asked in disbelief.

"Well…um…"

"Please tell me you traced the call afterwards?" Alex implored him.

"No," Winn said with a sheepish point in her direction.

"And why not, Agent Schott?" J'onn asked, clearly upset.

"Because she didn't call me," Winn told them.

"But you said she –" Kara began.

"I said she got in contact with me. Not that she called me. She, uh, she kind of…invaded my dream last night," Winn revealed. As he said it out loud, he quickly realized how much crazier it sounded than in his own mind as he rehearsed it over and over in there to make sure he didn't sound too crazy.

"Your dream?" Alex asked. "You talked to her in your dream?"

"When you say it like that, yeah…it sounds crazy."

"Please, start from the beginning so we don't think you are," J'onn ordered him.

The previous night...

The music was loud, a hard driving beat, heavy on the gritty, mean guitar and pulse pounding drums. The singer's voice was gravelly and harsh. Overall, perfect music for a night out of drinking or anything else that could cross your mind and get you into some trouble. It was also Lyra's favorite kind of music. Winn found it a little too loud, but whatever made her feel good, he was fine with.

They had decided on a night out, but didn't want to do anything fancy. So they found themselves at the alien bar, playing pool over a few drinks and a basket of chicken wings. Or more specifically, Lyra was playing pool, Winn was just hoping to not look too embarrassing when it was his turn. It was currently Lyra's turn and Winn was watching her set up her shot.

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wicked little grin before turning back and shooting. The clacking of the balls colliding drew his attention as he watched one of the striped balls fall into the corner pocket, followed shortly the cue ball which came to a stop just before the pocket. Winn chuckled at the fact that he was losing, not really caring as he was enjoying watching Lyra in her prone position.

"Enjoying the view, Winn?" he heard Lyra say. But as he shook himself out of his reverie, he realized something was wrong. As Lyra stood up and faced him, Winn felt his jaw drop and the color leave his face as he stared back at…, "Siobahn?"

"Hi, Winn. I remember that you always did like watching me walk away, so, this must be the next best thing," Siobahn told him in jest. She looked down at herself. While it was her body, since she remembered Lyra being just a little bit thinner than her, she was in Lyra's clothes – a pair of jeans, some knee-high boots, a tight little top, and a form fitting leather jacket. "At least she has reasonably good taste," Siobahn complimented as she assessed the outfit.

"What are you doing here? And where's Lyra?" Winn asked, his voice raising a few octaves. He raised his pool cue in front of him while he looked around, the music was still going, but he and Siobahn were now alone.

"Lyra's not here. I am. And I gotta say, as far as dreams go, this…?" she asked him as she took her surroundings. "I mean this place looks some kind of dive that even the –"

"Dream? What dream?"

"This dream," Siobahn said as she waved her hands around her.

"So am I, what…just suddenly dreaming about you?"

Siobahn shook her head. "One of the metas that got broken out with me is a telepath, a pretty powerful one. He sent me from inside my head…into yours," she revealed.

Winn shook his head as he gripped his temple. He was having trouble believing what he was hearing, and he found that amazing considering both his job and everything he'd seen the past few years. "Okay, so you're with a guy who can pull…well…you from inside your own head and just drop you in mine?"

"Yup. One of his other party tricks is actually burying the Banshee for a little bit so I can talk."

"Then why didn't he do that?" Winn asked, hoping to hear something to prove that this was just his own mind talking to him.

"Because if that psycho Lilian found out I was me and not the Silver Banshee, she'd turn the inside of my skull to mush. And even if he did, how was I supposed to get to you without getting my…"

"Getting your brain turned to mush," Winn finished for her.

Siobahn smiled. "You were always so smart."

"So why are you here?" Winn said taking a seat on one of the bar chairs next to the pool table. Siobahn lifts herself up and sits on the pool table.

"I need your help – to get away from Lilian Luthor."

"L-Lilian Luthor?" Winn asked in disbelief, and just a little bit of dread. "Your Lilian is that Lilian?"

"Yeah, she was the one who orchestrated the breakout so she get her hands on the metas. She wanted to use us – and our powers – as her own personal army against Supergirl. Banshee was all for it. Most of us were," Siobahn revealed sounding regretful near the end.

"Were?"

"We – me and Banshee – Manchester…"

"Uh…Manchester?" Winn interrupted her.

"The psychic I mentioned. The two of us and Eliza – the speedster, we watched Lilian have all those metas you guys captured killed. She didn't pause, didn't think about it…she didn't even blink when giving the order. The Banshee might be bad, but neither of us has ever seen evil like her. And you've got the list of who we were locked up with, so that's saying something. We want out. More specifically, the three of us want out without dying. Which is where you and team girl scout come in. We'll surrender ourselves if the people you work with can ensure we live through this."

Winn looked at Siobahn. This can't be real, he thought. I have to be making this up, he further mused as he was convinced that he was dreaming.

"So? What do you say?"

"I say that I'm dreaming," Winn answered.

Siobahn closed her eyes and groaned in frustration as she let her head drop. Am I that untrustworthy to him now, she asked herself. She looked at him, into his green eyes and thought about what she needed to do to convince him.

"Your girlfriend…Lyra?" Winn nodded. "After the Banshee beat her unconscious, she woke up for a little bit and told her something. She said the Banshee needs to kill her, because if she didn't, and she hurt you, she'd kill her."

She was awake, Winn thought sadly. Then he thought, hopefully, that maybe she might be able to wake up again.

"So, does that get us your help?" Siobahn asked.

"What do you need?"

"Do you really think we can trust her?" Kara asked Winn after he finished explaining what happened to him. "I mean this could be a trick."

"I…I don't think it is," Winn replied. "I mean, a Jedi mind trick like that is way past her skill set, and –"

"But not beyond that telepath of theirs," Alex cut him off. "And she did say that he was the one projecting her to you."

"To ask for help. And let's be honest, even without powers, Lilian Luthor would definitely send even metahumans running scared," Winn told her. "I – I think we should trust Siobahn. I mean, what have we got to lose?"

"Besides our lives?" Kara posed to him.

"It would be no different than if we went in blind like last time," J'onn reasoned. "At least with intel, we might be able to better defend ourselves. Did Miss Smythe tell you how or when they would need us to do this, Agent Schott?"

"They're waiting on Lilian to decide, but Siobahn did say that we'd definitely know when Lilian decided even she couldn't get in touch with me again."

"Then all we can do is wait," J'onn said, his voice normal, but it was clear to Kara, Alex, and Winn that he was not totally happy about trusting someone who nearly killed his agents.

The night before...

The Banshee awoke with a gasp. She sat up quickly, her motion knocking Manchester's hands away from her temples. Eliza puts a hand to Banshee's shoulder to steady her. "Whoa there, Sally," she said as she felt Banshee put her arms behind her to hold herself up. Banshee turned to look at her, which then turned into more glaring than looking. "What? I'm not calling you Silver Banshee. Or Banshee."

"Sally?" Banshee growled.

"As in Screams A-lot," Eliza smiled playfully, reminding Banshee of what Manchester had called her days earlier. Banshee motioned like she was going to scream and suddenly, with a small sizzling of yellow electricity, Eliza was now on the Banshee's other side, her hand now gently resting on her right shoulder. "Play nice, dearie."

"Can we focus please, ladies?" Manchester interrupted, his voice annoyed. "Did your playmate get in touch with our mark?"

The Banshee nodded. "She won't shut up about it."

"Did he believe her?" Eliza asked. "Will he help us?"

"He's hesitant, but yeah, he'll help."

"Good," Manchester said as he laid down and covered his eyes with his arm, the task of projecting Siobahn's mind into someone else's head taxing even his powers. He was hoping sleep might come now that at least the glimmering hope of not dying seemed to be within grasp. "Because I personally would like to live to a ripe old age after a life of well spent misdeeds."

Eliza and Banshee just looked at each other, their faces betraying their thoughts.

"I heard that, ladies. Telepath remember? Now get some sleep. We can't get back into contact until mommy bitchiest decides to plan her next assault."