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AN: Thanks for returning, and thanks for all the reviews, favs, follows and kudos. Always appreciated. Too bad there isn't an official name for when all the teams are together. Maybe they should be the Justice League, ha. But for now, since the Arrowverse hasn't coined a word for it, I'll continue to call them Team Flarrow, even though SG and LOT are part of it now as well.

Trigger warning: Torture is mentioned in this chapter, but not in gory detail.

Barry woke up with a start because something felt different. He realized soon after that what was missing was the normal feel of the speed force buzzing through him. Looking around he remembered what had happened. He felt something strange around his neck and then noticed the handcuffs were gone. Touching the object, he received a slight shock. It felt like a collar of some sort. Because his wrists were now in manacles, Barry figured the collar must be dampening his powers.

Sighing, he looked around his environment. They should've planned for possible capture; why didn't they consider it a possible option? They had been too cocky, thinking they had beaten the Nazis. Barry was surprised Oliver hadn't considered the possibility they were going to be waiting for them at the Capitol. Or Dr. Wells. They simply assumed they were acting fast enough not to have it be a possibility.

Shaking his head, he scanned his environment. As expected Sara and Cisco were chained up next to him in the same cell. He understood why he and Cisco had collars strapped around their necks, but Sara still wore one even though she wasn't a meta. Perhaps they thought she was. Perhaps they could use that to some kind of advantage.

Suddenly he heard footsteps walking down the hallway. He wondered what lay beyond the short expanse of hallway he could see from his position. He received the shock of his life as someone wearing Ralph's face appeared, along with three soldiers. Barry quickly schooled his features into a blank expression, but not before the stranger in a Nazi uniform caught it.

"So, you also have one of me on your Earth? Is he friend or foe? I hope friend, for it makes the suffering even more painful," the man said with a voice sounding like Ralph's except for the heavy German accent.

Before Barry could ask him what suffering, Ralph-X walked towards Cisco and kicked his leg. "Wake up, you weakling!"

Cisco jumped, looking around frantically. "Oh, I thought I heard Ralph's voice…" Looking up he saw who had kicked him. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I suppose we all have doppelgangers here."

"Yours died in the rebellion, I hate to say," Ralph-X smirked.

Cisco looked at Barry, fear creeping in his eyes. Barry barely nodded, hoping Cisco understood what he meant. Cisco hadn't much experience reacting to criminals while captive, so Barry hoped he understood the importance of not showing fear.

"I was thinking I should take you, weakling, as my first subject. But…." He looked at Sara, pretending to be still asleep. Grabbing her by the neck, he pulled her up. "Women are so much easier to break."

To Barry's surprise Sara didn't reply to the jab. She stood quietly as Ralph-X unlocked her manacles. However, she suddenly unleashed her trademark ninja moves, knocking Ralph-X to the ground. She then moved quickly to disarm the two guards pointing guns at her. However, she hadn't expected a third guard entering the room, who knocked her out.

Ralph-X was slowly rising to his feet. "Interesting. Though small, she packs a punch, as the English expression goes." Wiping his hands together, he turned towards Barry and Cisco. "Well, I guess I'll take you for questioning, weakling," he said, looking again at Cisco while the soldiers were chaining Sara back to the wall.

Cisco gave Barry a frightened look, which dismayed Barry. He nodded encouragingly at Cisco and attempted to communicate through his eyes the message to stay strong. When the guards had unlocked Cisco's manacles, they pushed him in front of them out the cell door. As he left, Ralph-X smirked at Barry.

~~OQ~~KD~~OQ~~KD~~

Previously:

Cold blue steel met a laconic brown-eyed stare. "Hate to break it to you but I've been tortured by worse people than you and they didn't break me. You wouldn't either."

A raucous laugh met Oliver's boast. "We shall see, wouldn't we?" Lance-X maneuvered the cart closer to Oliver. "Now, let me think. Should I start with pulling out your molars or your fingernails?" Without breaking the look, Lance-X reached across the cart and turned on the electric generator. "Or maybe, given your bragging attitude, perhaps we'll skip such pedestrian attempts and go directly to something...should we say, shocking?"

Oliver hid it, but electrocution was his least tolerated form of torture. It might've been connected to the island and having Sara hear his screams while Slade tortured him. He wasn't sure, but for whatever reason, he had to employ all his mental reserve to withstand this type of torture. After he had sliced his shirt off of him, Lance-X began to shock Oliver with the car battery. He began at a low voltage then continued to increase it until Oliver thought he'd not be able to stand it anymore. Just as blessed unconsciousness beckoned him, Lance-X changed tactics. He proceeded to take a knife and began to reopen the scars on Oliver's abdomen and back. Oliver struggled not to cry out but because of his weakened state, he felt the cuts even more than usual.

When he was about to lie get the torture to stop, Oliver faintly registered footsteps approaching the door. He heard it be unlocked and opened. Relishing the moment's respite, Oliver tried to slow his racing heart. Blood ran down his chest and back, irritating the burns left from the electrocution. He startled when Lance-X spoke standing right beside him.

"Well, it doesn't matter now if I get any useful information out of you. One of your team broke rather easily and gave us the location where Supergirl is hidden. We will simply radio our team on your earth and this will all be over soon. For all of you."

Lance-X moved too quickly for Oliver to catch a long glimpse into his eyes. However, the expression he did catch seemed to indicate he was telling the truth. Oliver wondered who had been broken; he didn't like to think of it, but he realized it must have been Cisco. Sara had as much tolerance as he himself had, and Barry had already undergone enough to have built up some tolerance as well.

Oliver watched the Nazis leave through the sweat flowing into his eyes. All he wanted was to be able to lie down on the cold cement floor but first he had to get out of the handcuffs and chains binding him to the chair. He wasn't completely positive, but he thought they'd probably found all of his lockpicks again while he was unconscious. Besides, unfortunately he couldn't reach them in the way he was currently restrained.

Forcing himself out of his gloomy thoughts Oliver turned his attention instead to getting out of the handcuffs. With the chains holding his arms close to his body, it was difficult to dislocate his thumbs and thus get out of the handcuffs. But he had to try.

~~OQ~~KD~~OQ~~KD~~

In the hours since the away team had left, Felicity had spent some quiet time searching the internet for any and all information she could gleam from the connected servers from Earth-X which Dr. Wells had shown her. As she searched for useful information, Dr. Wells, Martin and Jax were gathering and updating weapons as necessary which would be useful in their fight if necessary. Kara was resting in a spare room branched off of Thawne's former lair while Alex and Caitlin were keeping her company. Mick Rory and Iris were keeping an eye on the security cameras.

As she worked on the computer in front of her, Felicity observed Oliver entering, in a blue Henley and the form-fitting jeans she especially liked to see him wear. Her attention only partially on him, she continued to search for a particular piece of information on the monitor screen while taking notes.

"Oh, you're back already? How'd it go? I would've thought the President would've had you guys speak to a million sub-committees before offering us assistance." When he didn't answer her, Felicity looked up from her computers and around the room for the others. "Where's the other three? I thought you'd return together. Oh wait, you'd have to, because Cisco would've had to breach -," her sentence abruptly broke off as Oliver grabbed her by the neck and raised her from her chair. He then lifted her even higher, so her feet were dangling helplessly as she struggled for breath.

"Don't worry, Ms. Smoak, Oliver and the others are safely contained on our Earth." As Felicity struggled to escape his hold, Oliver-X simply smiled. "Where are the others, hmm?" He released his hold on her, allowing Felicity to land harshly on her feet. To prevent herself from falling into him, Felicity instinctively grabbed for his upper arm. However, he took advantage of her unsteadiness and shoved her back into her chair, where she sat down with a loud bang.

"You haven't killed them? Why not? Oh, what am I saying?" Felicity shook her head. "Don't listen to my ramblings. I don't want to give you any ideas." She swallowed hard at the look Oliver-X gave her and stopped babbling.

Oliver-X's lip curled as he looked at her in distaste. "Another example of my…doppelganger's weakness, falling in love with someone like you." He walked around the desk, looking around the room, nose like a beagle listening for any telltale sounds. "Where is everyone, Ms. Smoak?"

"Why should I tell you? What are you going to do? You think you'll be able to take over this Earth by simply taking over STAR labs? I don't think -," Felicity stopped as Oliver-X reached out to grab her again.

Pulling away, she replied, "Well, let me see. We were…um…we were waiting until you, I mean, my Oliver and the rest returned before we were going to plan anything else." Oliver-X tilted his head, then quirked his eyebrow. "Oh, that's certainly not what you asked. I mean, I meant to tell you that, well, the others, um –"

"That is not helping, Ms. Smoak."

"Leave her alone!" Felicity looked up as she watched Caitlin being pushed into the room by one of two Nazi soldiers following her, rifles ready.

"Caitlin," Felicity warned, before she noticed the power-dampening cuffs on her friend's wrists. "Oh," she said in a soft voice as she lowered her head for a moment, disappointed they weren't going to get any assistance from Killer Frost. At Oliver-X's scoffing laugh, she raised her head and bestowed her most fierce Bitch with Wi-Fi look. "You may think you have the upper hand now, but we're not the majority of this Earth. You don't know what we're made of. Especially having defeated your – grandfather the first time around."

"Silence!" Felicity should've expected the slap, but she didn't. Her ears rang and her glasses flew over the computer as his hand met her cheek. She involuntarily cringed as she expected them to break as they landed on the desk, but luckily, they ended up on her scarf sitting on the desk. She wanted to grab them but she dared not move, keeping her eyes on the man in front of her.

"Anything to report?" he demanded from his men accompanying Caitlin.

"Nein, mein Fuhrer! Overgirl's double is nowhere on the premises. However, we do have the rest of the people locked in their so-called prison downstairs."

When Felicity looked at her, Caitlin nodded her head slightly. Felicity's spirits sank even more. The Legends hadn't arrived yet, because they were finishing a mission before they could respond to their request for assistance. She wondered how they had captured Caitlin. The last she'd heard, Caitlin had been in the secret room with Kara and Alex.

Felicity's nerves took another hit when Oliver-X began to walk towards her. "I guess we'll have to start asking some questions then," he said as he grabbed Felicity and pulled her towards Caitlin's exam room. Felicity tried to struggle as she was being yanked along, but Oliver-X was walking very fast. Her shorter legs had a difficult time staying upright as he hurried her along.

Oliver-X stopped abruptly and Felicity ran into him. He scanned the room and saw the exam chair. He brought her over to it and strapped her legs and wrists down using the restraints they had for emergencies. Smiling as though he was waiting for her to squirm, Felicity was determined not to give him the satisfaction. She thrust out her chin and looked him right in the eye.

"I don't know what you think you're going to do, but it wouldn't make a difference. I'm not going to tell you anything."

"Why would you think that?" Oliver said, as he walked back towards Caitlin, who had been brought into to room by the same soldier who had forced her into the lab. Caitlin, taking Felicity's example, glared at him in her best Killer Frost imitation. She squeaked however when Oliver-X grabbed her into his arms and held the knife at her throat.

Turning them around towards Felicity, Oliver-X asked, "Perhaps you'll tell me what I want to know if I spill a little of her blood." Felicity barely was able to hold her breath as Oliver-X made a swiping motion at Caitlin's throat. To her relief, Felicity saw only a short line of blood on Caitlin's neck. The cut didn't look deep, and it hardly bled. But the point had been made.

"Don't you dare tell him anything, Felicity. No matter what!" Caitlin screamed, even as Oliver-X squeezed her throat and the last sentence came out more as a squeak.

Felicity didn't know what to do. Kara was safe in the hidden room. If they held out, Kara would remain safe.

Before she could decide there was a sudden swoosh and a man with Dr. Wells' face wearing an outfit similar to Barry's but in yellow was standing there, grasping Kara by the arms. Kara yanked herself out of his hold and straightened herself, attempting to hide her fatigue. Felicity could tell she had yet to gain back her full strength, however.

"Here she is, mein Fuhrer. I shouldn't have been surprised, these people who call themselves heroes. They had her hidden in one of my secret rooms I had added on here personally." Looking at Felicity restrained in the chair, Thawne said, "Perhaps I should apologize for interrupting your fun, mein Fuhrer."

"No, thank you for finding her. We need to get her back to our Headquarters so the surgeon can perform the transplant. My Kara is fading fast."

AN: Another chapter posted! I hope you found it entertaining. And, of course, a cliffhanger. Sorry, not sorry. It felt like a decent place to stop. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, or the story in general. Always greatly appreciated!