WARNING: Torture involved. Also Overgirl/Supergirl starts.
Collaborated with: LVEZZ

Kara decides to take to the air and blasts heat vision at their feet.

Meanwhile back at the DEO J'onn is fuming over Kara not checking in like she was supposed to. No matter how far out she goes, joy ride or no, she calls in to notify that everything is okay.

J'onn is standing in the command center, "Agent Schott, what was the last known location for Supergirl?"

Winn types away and brings up a spot with a crater just outside of the city. He squints at the image, "looks like a crater, Sir... do you think she was attacked and her com device smashed?"

Looking at it with worry in his eyes but his face stoic. "Look into camera footage from the area, let's see how long ago this was."

"Sir... it's on the outskirts, there's almost no cameras in that area," Winn comments and starts to try and find any cameras.

Oliver is coming back to Med Bay to check up on Alex with a wheel chair.

Back at the arena Roulette sends the video to a contact who sends it to another until it reaches Earth and Winn sees an email with an attachment. He clicks to scan it while searching cameras.

"Where are they Schott?" Vasquez asked angry.

Winn swallows, "I can't tell! There's some vehicles but unless I know when it happened... and the cameras are fuzzy... someone jammed the signal!" He starts typing away more, "I'll try to unlock some footage but someone clearly knows how to cover their tracks!"

Oliver wheels Alex out of her room, "are you sure the doctor said you were allowed out? I don't want you getting into trouble for being out too soon."

"Yes, don't you think two weeks is long enough?" She growled. "Take me to command please." When they get to the command area Alex can see worried faces. "J'onn? What's going on?"

Winn sees that the scan is complete and opens it, only on his computer and his eyes widen at seeing Kara in chains and her mouth open wide which tells him she is screaming. He covers his mouth and hits pause, "oh no!" He says with a muffled voice.

Winn then scrambles, drag and drop to have the video appear on the main screen and hits play.

Oliver looks up and his heart skips a beat. J'onn stares as the room is filled with Roulette's voice. Taunting them before Kara's scream is bursting from the speakers.

"Oh shit! Veronica Sinclaire! She hates Supergirl!" Alex jumped out of her chair scared for her Sister.

Oliver quickly grabs a hold of her in the hopes she doesn't suddenly hurt herself. "Careful Alex or you'll be stuck in bed longer."

"Winn call Lena! They used to be dorm mates in college. See if she can talk sense into her!"

J'onn clenches his fingers around his biceps as the video ends, listening to Overgirl beg for the torture to stop before the footage is stopped. "Also get Mon-El down here... trace where that video came from!"

Winn puts Lena on with speed dial and calls in to Mon-E while starting the trace.

He explains what is going on. "Can I get an email to her through the signal they used?" She asked concerned. Lena was scared for her friend.

Mon -El showed quickly, flying through the window. "Where is she?" He asked angrily.

"We are going to have to track her with your ship." Alex told Mon El.

Mon El nodded. "I will tell them to prepare immediately."

Winn gave Lena the email address and frequency. She prepared a heartfelt plea to her old roommate Veronica.

Oliver looks at Alex, his own face is grim, "I think we need to get you discharged."

Winn looks at the time stamp on the video, "this was recorded several hours ago," he informs.

"We need to trace the origins of where they are." Alex told them all. Worried for her sister. "What did Kara and your wife get themselves into?" Alex asked frustrated.

Oliver closes his eyes, "I don't know and don't want to think about what else they've been going through. Let's go to Dr. Hamilton whose going to love the news that they're both more than likely hurt and get you discharged. I'll need gear because there's no way your going without me."

Alex nodded, getting prepared herself.

Kara meanwhile has been using her heat vision to maim the guards. A bunch had rushed out from both doors, some with different types of weapons. A few launched chains catching her arms and legs, trying to pull her down. In the end she spun as they weren't strong enough to hold her down, thus whipping them into their comrades.

"Why can't we turn on her collar?" Someone demanded.

Roulette steps out, "because of the cage above her... it is laced to stop radio frequencies so any spectator can't film a fight, our handheld devices won't work... but I know what will."

Kara uses her heat vision to destroy weapons and start searching for a way to get her twin out of her cell. Focusing on the walls she charges at them.

Overgirl saw even from the floor what Kara was doing. She was flying around trying to escape. She shook her head, still recovering from a headache.

Just then Roulette walked into her cell. "Change into this slave tunic or you will be shocked more!" She screamed at Overgirl.

She shook her head, then felt the intense pain in her collar all over again. "Okay!" Kara Queen shouted putting hands on her head again. "Give it to me! I will wear it." She cried holding out her hand for the offensive slave garment.

She changed out as fast as her pained body allowed. She looked it over. Plain grey halter style top and a tattered skirt with uneven trim on the bottom. She guessed some heavy duty punishment was coming her way.

Guards immediately led her out to the arena. She was shackled to a nearby pole. "Supergirl!" Roulette screamed at her. "Stand down your attack now!" She nodded at an overseer working at the arena, holding a whip.

Kara spins around and her face pales. "Oh no..." she drifts down to them. "Okay! I will stop!" Her hands in the air, "don't hurt her!"

"Do it!" She screamed. A black and green whip sailed across the back of Kara Zor El Queen, and she screamed from the leather whip along with the kryptonite digging deep into her skin. Her mouth opened wide she screamed at the top of her lungs. After the tenth stroke of the whip, her knees buckled, and she could no longer support herself.

Supergirl was pulled down with a chain, dropped heavily on the ground. Her suit was bodily removed from her. She was in a bra and underwear. She was changed into the same offending slave garment. Her chains were shackled to a pole, and she got the exact same punishment.

The overseer whipped Kara with the same bloody whip that had met the flesh of Overgirl. Kara screamed out as well. Tears are streaming down Kara's face, no longer having the strength to elevate her arm to try and protect her hand. She turns her head to look at her twin and mouths "I'm sorry" and hopes that Alex is on her way over soon.

"This is what happens when slaves misbehave!" Roulette screamed in Supergirl's face. "Take them down and put them in their cell!"

Kara looks up at her and wishes more than anything that she'd tried to escape harder or attempted to get the collar off. Knowing if she says anything it'll make it worse.

The two are unchained from their poles and carried into their cell. They both are unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. The door is closed and relocked, and the two are left alone in their agony.

Kara rolls onto her back and groans, "I'm... so... sorry," she closes her eyes shut tight as more tears spill down her face. "I saw... an opening... I'm so sorry," she looks at her hand to see the bruising starting up and bites her bottom lip.

"I would have rather you escaped." She bit out. "It's okay." She laid on her stomach. The gashes too deep and painful to lie on her back. Both women were badly marked from the whip. Both backs bleeding and raw and burning from the kryptonite that was now deeply in lodged in their backs.

"Don't...lie on your ...back." Overgirl panted out. The pain drowning out her ability to speak. She cried, from pain, from rage and from resentment of how and why she was being treated.

Moaning, she looks around for something to grab to help her roll over. Gritting her teeth, she finally managed to go onto her side and roll the rest of the way onto her stomach. Biting back any cries that would come out, lifting herself onto her elbows and collapsing two seconds later she bites her left forearm when it jolts her hand.

Closing her eyes shut tightly she sniffles, "I couldn't..." she holds her mouth to her arm, "I was trying to find a way to get you out... the cage is that special steel..." she bites her arm a little harder at the heat resonating from her back from the pain and the warmth her fresh blood is giving. "I will get you out of this... I promise," she rests her face onto her arm the best she can.

"We...will both...figure it out." She panted, feeling her blood seeping from her wounds. "We have to get the kryptonite out from under our...skin." She told her urgently. "It's poison and will eventually...kill us." She fought to stay conscious. Kara Danvers realized there was more kryptonite on the whip at the beginning, and her twin had been lashed ten times with it before it hit her.

Overgirl's eyes fluttered closed. Pain and exhaustion too much for her.

Kara uses her good arm and her elbow of her other arm to pull herself forward. Working her knees and feet to push herself towards her twin. "I'm coming... I won't... let you down," she says as sweat drips down her face and feels it build up on her back and go into her cuts.

Once by her side she lifts herself as high as her right elbow and straining back will allow. Her finger tips sadly digging into the cuts to remove the pieces of kryptonite and throws them at the gate. It takes her half an hour to get it all out. She noticed her twin's body had gone very still.

Just then a guard came in with a medical person. The guard pulled Kara up and the technician ran a ray over Kara's broken hand. She noticed the bruising went away and it seemed like other than being stiff and the residual pain of being sore, it was healed. The rays went over all of her, though she still had deep gashes, she no longer felt the burning of them. The guard then escorted the tech out.

Kara flexes her hand and then hurries to her twin, gently shaking her shoulders. "Wake up... please wake up," she pulls locks of her hair away to see her face more clearly.

She is deeply unconscious. Her breathing is labored. If Kara wasn't certain. It looked like she was dying. Kara's twin just stopped breathing. Overgirl, lying on her stomach, has just taken a long shuddering breath. Gasps and goes completely still.

Kara feels around her back, looking at each cut into her back and concentrating. Focusing on the familiar sensation she gets when coming into contact with kryptonite. She glides her fingers up to her upper back and digs in.

Pursing her lips together tightly she feels the familiar burn, "come back to me Kara... don't you dare give up damn it!" She pushes her fingers in deep and feels the edge cut her finger tip. Using her newly healed right hand she pulls the wound open wider. Kara spots it and manoeuvres her fingers around the piece, slipping ever so slightly a few times.

She pushes her fingers in more and finally scoops it out and throws it at the gate. Her heart is hammering as she places two bloodied fingers to her twin's pulse. She panics and turns her onto her back, "you're not allowed to die Kara, come on!" Tilting her head back she opens her mouth, pinching her nose closed and giving two deep breaths before starting compressions.

Kara moans, as she takes in a large gulp of air. She looked up into her twin's face. Weakly she put a hand on her cheek. "Thank...you." She groaned.

"You saved me." She stated, still resting with her head on Kara's lap.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, she gives a light laugh, "stop doing that to me please!" Tears brim her eyes, looking down at her twin and bringing her head down to rest her forehead onto hers. "Please... I need you," she whispers as a few drips land on her cheeks.

"Look," Kara caresses her cheek and pulls her head away to look into her twin's beautiful blue eyes. "I need you to promise me something..." She swallows. "If you are sent out there, to fight and you see an opening to get out of here. You take it and get word out to the DEO. Don't worry about me and go... got it?" She says looking at her seriously.

"Okay, but only if you do the same for me. Don't worry about me either. Get away if you can."

Kara feels her chin quiver, taking a slow deep breath through her nose. "I... I can't," she shakes her head. "Knowing I'd be causing you pain because of me and it's my fault you're in this mess and hurt... no, it has to be you."

"Kara Danvers, this is not your fault. I would never hold what is going on against you. It has to be whoever gets free first to get away." She started to cry. "Don't stay here because of me. I love you- and you have to live." She sobbed out. Distressed from Kara staying because of her.

Kara wipes away her tears with her thumb, listening to screams from other parts of the place. "I love you too," she whispers back, "and I am not leaving you," before she knows what she is doing she brings her head down closer and closes her eyes before pressing her lips to hers. It takes her a second to realize what she's done and pulls away while scrambling her brain for an explanation.

"Thank you. I am not leaving you either." She smiled, feeling loved for the moment.

She struggled to rise from Kara's lap, and sitting in front of her, she places her hands on both sides of her face, and leans into her, mouth open kissing her deeply. The two women embraced tightly, melting into each other's arms. "Thank you for being here, saving me. And caring about me my Sister. I love you for everything you do and everything you are." She looks up into very blue eyes.

Kara is a little surprised by her kissing her back, but she melts into her hold and feels fresh tears brim her eyes but doesn't shed them. She feels herself blushing and holds her, supporting her carefully as she doesn't want to further hurt her back. "I always will," she closes the gap and kisses her again with passion. Wanting to forget the place they're in and the torment. She carefully holds her close and shifts to keep herself balanced but winds up losing her balance to roll onto her back.

Kara Queen tries to help her off her back and rolls her over to face her. They are now both off their backs, on their sides, facing each other. Staring into each other's eyes. Nothing but love and compassion for each other.

Kara Queen tries one more time to take her collar off, but after the shocks become more severe from pulling on it. She stops in pain and defeat. "These collars aren't coming off." Overgirl told Supergirl sadly.

Kara pulls her hair away from her face, looking at her collar, "the next time I'm in there... hold yourself up to the bars and call out. I'll use my heat vision, got it?" She runs her fingers along her damaged skin from the shocks.

Moving in closer to examine it, it isn't like a Luthor collar, she frowns and looks back into her eyes. "Come here," she shifts herself while holding onto her so she is sitting with Kara Queen on her lap and her upper back is pressed against the wall. Not much discomfort and she knows her back will be better this way. Her eyes go over the smallest of detail in her face, before looking into her deep blue eyes and knowing now what others see.

"If we try to pull on them, they shock us. We can try heat vision on them, but we don't have our powers unless we are in the arena...I am in too much pain to put up with the shocks when I pull on it." She told her, eyes closing from the continual pain.

"Which is why I will try while I'm in the arena... then we both try to get away, hear me?" She holds her face and gives her a look of confidence.

"I am not sure how we are getting back Kara. I feel so bad for you; you just got back with Mon El." A fresh set of tears leaked out of her now closed eyes. "So tired..." She started to drift off, grimacing in pain in Kara's lap. "So sorry...to be..so ...weak." She cried openly and in pain.

Kara pulls her head gently to rest it on the crook of her neck, "shhh... you've been through so much... I would never and could never call you weak." She smoothes her hair back, "get some rest here, okay?"

She kisses the top of her head, "there is always a way, and I will be back with him just as you'll be back in Oliver's arms."

"Okay." She drifted back from slight consciousness to a light sleep, her head in too much pain to keep her eyes open.

"I am too weak, I am sorry I can't help us get out of here..." more tears slid down her cheeks, as she finally passed out from exhaustion.

Kara gently strokes her biceps to try and offer any additional comfort. "You took a beating for me... you are far from weak," she whispers and rests her head back. Listening to the shouts, yelling, screaming and the occasional ship taking off. She closes her eyes and drifts off.

Alex, still recovering comes into the ship's gym to try to comfort Oliver. "Hey, the girls have each other to help them. They are both very strong, they will survive this." She tried to keep his spirits up.

Oliver has run over 40 laps, and now he's using a special latter with a bar to lift himself to the top and lower himself to the bottom over and over. Wearing no shirt and sleek in sweat with his hair plastered to his face. "I should have known something was up," he grunts before feeling his muscles give out and he drops to his feet. "Right now, being angry and working out is all I can do."

"You will exhaust yourself. Calm down. Take a shower and cool off. I heard dinner is being served soon. We will find them. I am sure of that."

He shakes his head, "I can't Alex!" He walks up to her, "I failed her and your sister... again," he breaths and starts panting heavily. "I don't know of what else to feel right now Alex."

"How did you fail then Oliver? You were nowhere around when they got caught! You can't blame yourself for that Bitch Roulette- Veronica."

Oliver shakes his head, "I failed to protect her... your sister's scream... it echoes in my head of what I've failed to do. If I don't keep pushing myself then I don't know of what else to do. I can't just sit and do nothing!"

"I feel it was my fault! Kara would never have gone to Chicago if not for trying to make me happy to get food from my favorite restraint! It was my fault not yours!" She started to cry.

Oliver looks at her confused, "you needed bed rest and honestly should still be in bed." He places his hands onto her shoulders, "go and rest, for me... no pain, no gain. If I hurt myself... well it wouldn't be the first time and then you can call me an idiot."

"No, we rest before we fight. Come on let's get to the showers for you- bed for me." She took him by the hand and led him to the main bath area. "Go shower, then rest. I will be in the infirmary getting sleep."

He stops at the door and turns to her, "wait..." looking her in the eye. "Are you intending to go there to fight?"

"Yes, which is why I need to rest. Brainy is fitting me with a special 31st century rib brace. My shoulder is getting better, but no hand to hand. I will have to rely on my alien gun." She holds it up.

He bites his bottom lip, "I wish you wouldn't honestly." He looks at her seriously. "Can you hit me with your good arm?"

"Why? I can hit you with this gun and you would be dead. Believe me I have plenty of firepower Oliver."

"Because I don't want to see you getting hurt, now punch me in the head with your good arm," he instructs, prepared to catch her fist.

"Don't be absurd. I am going to bed." She heads into the infirmary.

Rolling his eyes, he takes off after her, running in front of her quickly. Gently he places his hands onto her collar bones so as to not hurt her shoulder, he wants to get punched to see if she really can handle it on the ground.

Looking at her seriously, he leans in and kisses her. Oliver then pulls back really to get clocked, or so he's been told.

"What in hell are you doing?! Your wife would not appreciate what you just did! Have you lost all rational thought?" She pushes him away with her good arm.

"I'm trying to get you angry enough to hit me so I can gauge if you should be on the ground with us!" Oliver points at her. "You are aware enough with your own training that if someone is compromised then they stand down," he points at the floor.

Staring her down, "otherwise you are a risk, you are a liability if you get physically pinned down and we can't help you!" He steps away from her and crosses his arms, "what if it were Vasquez? If she were hurt like you are would you allow her to go?"

"No, but there is a difference between her and I." She continues in and Brainy has her lie down on a nearby treatment bed. She does, looking at the special brace she is to be fitted with. "I am fine Oliver. Once I am trussed up I will swing at you if you want." She smiled at him.

Dr. Hamilton led him out of the room. "She's strong and there is no way Alex will stand down on a rescue of her sister." She explained.

Oliver shakes his head, "if someone is emotionally or physically compromised... in my mind they don't go on a mission until they can prove they can do the job," he says to Dr. Hamilton and takes off.

Hamilton just shook her head. She is aware of what he said.

The story will have more of Supergirl and Overgirl being together. What are your thoughts?

-SLITH/LVEZ