Author's Note: So this chapter is a little bit of a bottle job, but I felt we needed another look in Siobhan's/Silver Banshee's head. Plus, I've always wanted to do an homage to Superman 3 and this story had all the elements to do that.

Please enjoy…

The Banshee was confused. She was back in Catco, but she knew she shouldn't be. I'm supposed to be…in a parking garage, she thought. How am I here, she thought further as she looked around the bullpen. It was void of signs of work. No ringing phones. No clacking of keyboards. No humming of conversations. No people period. But it wasn't just that. Something was…off. It wasn't the lack of people. She just couldn't place what. It was the feeling that the room just seemed dull and muted, like the feeling of life itself had been sucked out of the area.

"So how did I end up here?"

"The same way I ended up in Winn's head," came a voice from out of nowhere.

Banshee turned until she saw the source. "Siobhan, as I live and scream," she said, a sick smirk forming on her face. Siobhan was standing inside Cat's office just inside the doorway. "So all this?" she questioned with a wave of her hand. "This is just what?"

"My head."

"My head," Banshee corrected. "Don't forget, I'm in control right now."

"Apparently not," Siobhan said as she started moving toward Banshee. "Apparently, Manchester is just a little more powerful than you thought. He bottled your ass up from what…blocks away?" she taunted. "You should've stuck to the plan."

"The plan? What? Get the bomb out of my neck and be good little girl? Not my style. Not even yours, either." The Banshee began looking around, gauging the space.

"There's no way out," Siobhan told her. "You're – we're – locked in here now. Just you and me."

Banshee chuckled and smirked. I am going to do so many perverse and inhumane things to that purple-haired pain in the ass, she thought angrily. Then, with a feeling that wasn't human, that was barely even animal instinct, she turned and practically glared at Siobhan. She began to calmly saunter toward her, her gait unnerving Siobhan. "You know, I think this is the first time that you and I have been face to face really. I mean sure, I could guest star in a dream or two of yours, but there were limits to what I could do. I could watch. I could comment. You could do the same. But I couldn't really…interact with you. Not without consequences to myself at the same time since one of us always had to be in control. If I had hurt you – or worse – I'd have hurt the body. But now, since we're both in here, I wonder…"

Banshee was standing in front of Siobhan, her head cocked to the side, almost like she was perplexed by the other inhabitant of the mind and body they share. Then, without warning, she brought up her right arm, effectively backhanding Siobhan across the face. The force of the blow sent Siobhan flying across the CatCo bullpen and sliding across the floor after landing. Banshee looked at her hand, and closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of normalcy. There was no pain. No side effects at all. She chuckled in a sinister gloat.

"Well how about that?" she asked as she began to make her way towards Siobhan again. On the ground, Siobhan was still trying to shake off the blow. She tried to lift herself off the floor, but her head was still spinning. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the floor, and tried to scream, but her voice was cut off by the Banshee gripping her around the throat and lifting once again. "Hello, darling."

Siobhan swung her arm, her fist connecting with the Banshee's face. The Banshee wasn't even fazed. "Did you really think that would work?" Banshee said just before she threw Siobhan again. Siobhan grunted as she landed, her body landing against Cat's desk. "You know, I always dreamed of a moment like this. When I could truly be face to face with whatever member of this family gave me power," the Banshee remarked as she began making her way toward Siobhan's prone body.

Siobhan was slowly trying to get up from the floor, but the pain of her back slamming into the desk caused her to fall back down to her hands and knees. Suddenly, she felt a hand grip her hair in the back of her head and yank back hard. She screamed in pain as she felt her head and neck being stretched back farther than they were supposed to. "I am going to enjoy this," the Banshee said as she began swinging Siobhan around by her hair until she felt herself being thrown against the desk once again. Siobhan felt the air leave her from the impact of her stomach against desk. The Banshee then turned her around and pushed her until her back was against the top of the desk, her legs and feet dangling. She felt the Banshee's grip on the base of her throat, this time not squeezing the air from her, but holding her down. She looked up and locked eyes with the Banshee's soulless ones.

"Contrary to what your aunt told you, giving in to me doesn't make you lose your soul – not completely. I just bury it, deep, until all I hear is the occasional scream of regret. But you're still there. I have never truly been the sole inhabitant of a body – until now," Banshee said as she threw Siobhan off the desk and onto the floor. Siobhan grunted as she rolled onto her back.

"I'm going to kill you, Siobhan. Then, I'm going to enjoy using your body for whatever I want." the Banshee told her as she shoved Siobhan with her foot. "My only regret…is that you won't be able to see all the things I'm going to do to you friends. Or…friend, since you only have one." She knelt down and grabbed Siobhan's chin, holding her face in place so she could continue to taunt her. The Banshee started laughing with an evil sounding cackle as she stood up. "This is unprecedented, you know. I've never felt this kind of freedom. It's bringing things out in me even I didn't know I had. I guess that's what happens thanks to you being so weak," she said as she began kicking away at Siobhan.

"Just so you know there'll be no screaming someone to death quickly this time," Siobhan heard the Banshee say over her screams and the feeling of her ribs breaking. "I'm going to kill Winn…slowly. I just wish that you could be there to hear him scream. To feel the snap of his bones as I break them one by one. To see the look in in his eyes when he realizes that he is going to die, and that the last face he's going to see is the woman who loves him – right before I snap his neck like a pencil."

It was those last words that reached Siobhan the clearest. Growing up, because of her temper, she'd often said she wanted to kill someone who wronged her. She doubted she was the only one, but the feeling was always stronger with her. As she got older, that urge simply turned to wanting to pay them back in kind. When she met Winn, urges like that started to go away. He brought out a part of her that was willing to let the small slights go, and let the bigger ones be handled by something else – karma, the universe, God, she didn't know. She just knew that she wasn't as angry and it was because of him. She was cursed. She was doomed. She understood that. She accepted it. But she'd rather be damned an hundred times over than let someone like Winn, someone who could almost completely undo all that kind of anger in someone else get punished for it.

With a resolve, and an instinct she didn't know she had, she somehow managed to grab the Banshee's leg before it impacted her. She pulled at it until she knocked the Banshee off balance enough to reach up and push her away. Siobhan then began to get up from the floor. The Banshee shrugged off the push and watched as Siobhan made it back to her feet. She was slow to do it, her legs shaky and she had one hand pressed to her ribs.

"Well, look who finally decided to put her big girl pants on," Banshee taunted.

"I'm not going to let you hurt Winn, or anybody," Siobhan told her.

"You have to actually be able to stop me, first," Banshee said as she began advancing toward Siobhan.

"You need to stay back," Siobhan raised her voice at Banshee. But instead of a normal screech that might have accompanied such a steadfast statement, the last word came out as a scream – one identical to the Banshee's that sent her flying back and over Cat's desk. The Banshee shook the disorientation of the scream away and stood.

"How did you do that?" she angrily demanded of Siobhan.

"I…I don't know," Siobhan stammered, as confused as the Banshee.

The Banshee grabbed the desk and threw it aside, sending it crashing against the wall. "I was just going to put you out of your misery, no muss, no fuss, not an inkling of care, but now, I'm going to enjoy it," she threatened as she began to move toward Siobhan. Siobhan knew she didn't have much time to plan what she was going to do, so she was going to have to rely on instinct and surprise. She lunged at the Banshee, managing to tackle her to the ground. The two of them began trading blows. Siobhan was surprised that she was holding her own like she was, and the Banshee was equally surprised that Siobhan was as strong as she was. This shouldn't be happening, she thought, she's weak.

Banshee managed to throw Siobhan off and away from her. They both rose to their feet and glared at each other. Without warning, the two of them let loose with screams that met in the middle. The force of their sound waves shattered all the glass in the office and caused the walls to crack as well sending each woman flying back. Both rushed to get to their feet, but Siobhan managed to get to hers just a second faster, aided by the fact that she landed against a wall, unlike the Banshee who was knocked back to the floor.

The Banshee looked up in time to see Siobhan rushing toward her. She got to her knees and started to throw a punch, but was caught off guard by Siobhan ramming her body into her, knocking her back into the wall and down to the floor. The next thing she knew, Siobhan's hands were at her throat. She could feel the fingers squeezing and nails digging into her skin. She drove her knee into Siobhan, and while it loosened her grip for a second, she heard Siobhan grunting from the pain and – actually – bear down harder.

"You are not hurting, Winn," Siobhan screamed at Banshee as she began pulling and shoving forward with her hands, slamming the Banshee's head against the wall over and over. "You're not hurting anyone else. I won't let you," she screamed further, continuing to slam Banshee's head against the wall. Finally, after an unknown piece of time, she stopped and let herself fall back, sitting in front of the Banshee who was sitting lifeless against the wall.

Siobhan starred at the Banshee as her head dangled forward. She could see the slight crack in the wall behind her as well as the blood on it. As much as she wanted for it to be true, especially since she knew that the Banshee would've been happy to do the same to her, Siobhan knew the Banshee wasn't dead. She crawled over to her, still trying to catch her breath, and lifted her head with a handful of hair. The Banshee's cold eyes stared back, glassy and unfocused.

"Your powers. But I'm in charge. My mind. My body. That's the deal – or I finish the job and we'll find out what happens when you die in here."

The Banshee didn't move.

"So what's it going to be?"