Author's Note: So yes, we have come to the final chapter of Siobhan's story. I'm a little surprised that I got here, but after last chapter, I really felt ending on a hopeful scene, even a small one was more fitting. Kind of like leaving her looking out into the horizon and being excited for the future kind of thing. However…

I've come to like seeing Siobhan redeem herself. And I really like the friendship between her and Eliza. I've kind of got some ideas rattling around in my head of what kind of trouble (the good kind) these two could get into. Especially if they could hook up with a certain reformed icy bad girl from another Earth. This would be more crossover though. If I work out the details, I'll upload that as soon as I can. That being said.

Please enjoy…

Two weeks later…

Siobhan was being led to one of the interrogation rooms. In her case, the room sometimes served double duty as the room where her therapy was done. But today wasn't one of those days, so she was a little confused. So far, incarceration at the DEO was a step up from Van Kull in her opinion. The guards watching her, while obviously not excited to be around her – she was a prisoner after all – at least weren't mean or unfair. Her main cell, while not much different than the one she had back in Van Kull, somehow felt different. Like the fact that she was transferred here after helping them made the difference in temperament. She also enjoyed the food more. It was actually edible to her she mused. She was also surprised that she was still able to get visits from Dr. West here. But the biggest difference was her sleeping habits. She actually was sleeping…and throughout the entire night. While there might have been one or two nightmares, mostly, she dreamt passively, rarely remembering most of them by morning, like most normal people do.

As she passed by some of the other containment cells, she smiled as she realized that while she was at least finding DEO incarceration more agreeable, Eliza was definitely happier. She was happy she was allowed time to exercise in order to keep herself in shape since, while wearing the power dampening cuffs any time she was out if her cell, and the cells were designed power dampeners themselves, she didn't have her speedster metabolism to burn calories and keep the weight off. When the two of them weren't in their cells, and Siobhan didn't have her therapy sessions, they were allowed a modicum of free time in replacement of yard time since there wasn't an actual yard for them to go out in. This time was usually spent binge watching whatever they could. Siobhan never realized that the simple of act of watching TV could do wonders for her sanity.

Once she was in the interrogation room she sat and waited at the table. She was about to ask the guard what was taking so long when she heard the door behind her open. Someone walked in front of her and took the seat across from her.

"Winn?" she gasped as she looked at him, the first time since she was allowed to see him in the infirmary after the massive meta battle. He was unconscious then, being kept sedated due to the pain he was in. But that was almost a week ago. "Oh my God," she gasped a second time as she looked at his condition. He still favoring his ribs as evidenced by the way he was still having trouble breathing. She could only imagine the wrapping and taping over them to help them heal.

But it was his face that had her in shock.

While the worst of the swelling had gone down, there was still a little puffiness remaining. In fact, the area over his left eye was still swollen enough that the eye was not completely open. Also, that same area, along with the entire left side of his face, and right side of his chin, was still bruised, albeit a mostly light purple with some yellow mixed in to show it was almost healed.

"It looks worse than it feels," he said with a smile and chuckle. When he saw that Siobhan didn't smile back, he looked at her a little more seriously. "I'm okay. And you didn't do this," he assuaged her.

"I could've fought harder to stop her," Siobhan said softly.

"You stopped her when you needed to," he replied. "Supergirl told me that."

Siobhan looked at him shocked. "She said that?"

Winn nodded, and smiled a small smile. Hearing that Supergirl had told him that seemed to perk her up just slightly. "She said you stepped up to help stop Evil Henshaw. You and your…friend?"

"Eliza…Lizzie," she nodded. "Yeah, she really, um, she's a doll," she laughed. "She won't admit it, but even the Banshee likes her a little bit. Though she can't stand that Lizzie offers up those shoulders for me to cry on."

"I remember you telling me that you didn't really think the people you hung out with were your friends. That they'd probably stab you in the back." Siobhan nodded again. "Any of them ever offer up a shoulder to you?"

Siobhan shook her head. "They'd rather just tell me to get over it."

"So see, a real friend…that's gotta be progress, right?"

"Now you sound like my shrink," Siobhan smiled. "But yeah, it does feel nice to have someone to talk to." She took a deep breath and then slowly reached over and grabbed Winn's hands. "I'm sorry, for everything I put you through…did to you. And I so sorry I hurt your girlfriend so badly," she apologized, tears in her eyes.

"That wasn't you, remember? And Lyra's good now," he told her. "She's awake and nearly healed up. She's not even mad," he added. Siobhan then noticed his face wrinkle, almost like he was reconsidering his words. "She's a little mad. I would avoid her for a while…until she calms down," he said sheepishly.

Siobhan laughed and wiped away the tears in her eyes that had miraculously not fallen. "Thanks for the advice." I could still take her if I had too, she thought.

"So…how are you adjusting to this place?" Winn asked her.

Siobhan smiled and started answering him. As the time went by, she felt herself become looser, like the all the negativity and fear she'd had about facing him was melting away. Pretty soon, they were talking about things going on in their lives, his mostly since she obviously couldn't offer much up on her end. But she was fine with that. It fed the human side of her, and made it feel better. She didn't know how long the feeling would last, but she knew, now, that she was capable of fighting to keep it, and that as long as she had real reasons to fight for it – friends like Winn and Eliza, apparently enough of a change to her darker impulses to make Supergirl herself tone down her paranoia, and real, actual hope that she could feel normal – she could win. And that maybe, just maybe, she would be alright.

The End