Hello again! Ready for chapter four? ;)

(This is a bit shorter but I'll be updating again on Sunday so Do Not Worry!)

FOUR

DEO

Radio silent. Alex held her breath. There was only static in Kara's comms and Alex could physically feel her heart slowly fragmenting into millions of tiny pieces. A tear fell from her left eye.

No, she said to herself, Kara is strong.

Yet dread had begun settling in the depths of her heart. J'onn strode forward, looking at Alex with warm brown eyes. "I'll go."

Alex nodded, some relief washing over her.

In the control centre there was only silence. Winn was nervously tapping away at his computer: in a futile attempt to fix the problem with Kara's communication system. The other DEO agents – the people that blended into the dull atmosphere – were murmuring quietly. Alex stopped herself from going up to them and starting what Kara called her 'Alex-Rant'. Kara described it as an 'orchestra of cacophony where Alex would yell at someone for five minutes straight about them being mean or somehow hurting Kara'.

Her Alex-Rant was withheld, but she couldn't stop throwing despicable glances toward them.

Suddenly, she heard a huge thud from the DEO balcony. Without a word spoken, she whisked her way up the stairs, Winn following closely behind. As she dashed up the concrete stairs she could hear J'onn saying over the comms that 'there was no sign of Supergirl or Reign'.

Of course there wasn't.

Because they were right in front of her.

Entrance to DEO

As soon as Lena entered the DEO she could tell that there was something significant going on. The guards recognized her as she walked through, but she could not help but notice their indignant glares – again, they were judging her because she was a Luthor.

But Lena did not care. She had to get the rock of Yuda Kal to their lab and find a way to be rid of Reign for all time. It was urgent.

The DEO agents parted way for her as her eyes wandered over the crowd, trying to pinpoint a familiar face. She saw Winn standing on the balcony surrounded by an immense crowd. Dread began settle in her heart.

Is it Sam? What happened?

Her concern for Sam had soon vanished when broke through the crowd and laid her eyes on the broken hero before her.

Supergirl's eyes were devoid of hope – something that automatically sent shivers down Lena's spine. Supergirl was a beacon of hope but now she was half-standing on the DEO balcony, a whimpering Reign – no Sam – in her arms. Sam's eyes were constantly moving, as if she was trying to take in her surroundings but the more colours and images she saw the more perplexed she became. However, the closer Lena got to her friend, the louder her erratic whispering was. Sam kept on whispering: "I hurt my friend. I am a monster." Lena's heart broke. Her best friend was in shambles and Lena was helplessly watching.

Melancholy caused Lena's hand to move forward as she slowly caressed Sam's unearthly stark-white complexion. Sam did not respond the action but continued to mumble the same thing over and over again: "I am a monster. I hurt my friend."

Lena's eyes then drifted toward the superhero, and now that she was mere tens of centimetres away from her, she could see how much the hero was suffering.

Her blonde hair was matted with murky-red, a wound on her head causing blood to slowly trickle down her pale face. As the soft moonlight drifted through the sky, a column of the silver light on the hero, Supergirl's face glistened – sweat beaded her forehead. She could even see hints of green in her skin and every few seconds green veins would appear and Lena knew that that was not a good sign. Her expression was a permanent grimace as she took short inhalations of breath. Her knuckles were white from carrying Sam so tautly and her face was contorted in pain. Her legs were trembling as she tried to stand. Blood was dribbling down from her mouth along her chin as well, and Lena could feel her soul being ripped into shreds at the sight of the once alluring blonde Kryptonian looking so human.

Alex Danvers stepped forward, shock plastered across her face as the DEO agents gently moved Sam out of Supergirl's grasp. Almost instantly, Supergirl fell forward on her face, her limp form sprawled on the floor. She had given in to the inevitable darkness.

Alex walked forward, holding back tears. She saw Lena Luthor's face looking down her but she ignored it.

This was Kara. Kara is hurt. How could she let this happen to her sister?

Alex took a deep breath and whispered in Kara's ear: "Kara?" Alas, there was no response. Alex moved her trembling fingers to her sister's neck, her eyes deliberately avoiding her sister's bloodied face. It was sight that would haunt her forever. Alex prayed. She prayed to every god she had heard of that she would feel the steady thud of Kara's pulse.

As her fingers traced her neck, time stopped. Memories flashed back: Alex and Kara talking about Alex's first crush, their visit to the beach where Kara had first discovered the true enjoyment from jumping over waves, when they got busted for taking Jeremiah's car out for a joyride and inexplicably damaging it. Alex smiled quickly, a tear flowing down her cheek.

No. Stop. Kara's not going anywhere yet, she tried to convince herself.

"I swear to god Kara if you die I'll... I'll throw away all of your potstickers..."

And there it was. The pulse.

Lena knew she heard a small laugh from Alex Danvers as she tended to the wounded hero. She ignored it and followed the DEO agents taking Sam away.

"Today Reign dies. Tomorrow Samantha Arias lives." She said with respectable confidence as she watched the agents attach medical equipment to her dazed friend. Behind her Alex Danvers briskly wheeled in Supergirl on a gurney where the doctors were frantically trying to save her.

Unbeknownst to Lena it was not just one friend she could lose, but two.

TBC...