Kids are back in school and... still not finding time to post haha. Go figure that when you have time for yourself, you really manage to start relaxing... and then you remember the household chores you need to get at. Anyways, I hope you like the following chapter, please R&R!
Collaborated with: LVEZZ
Oliver steps off the DEO jet, duffle bag over his shoulder, eyes downcast. It was a quick flight and he couldn't stop thinking about what he could have done to stop the events that transpired. He finally looks up and looks at his surroundings.
"Back in Canada." An agent told him, waving Alex (the other Alex) over.
She stepped up tentatively. "Oliver are you ready to come with me?"
"Yes," he says absentmindedly to the agent and looks at Alex. Walking over to her he frowns, "if you don't want me I can stay at a hotel," he watches her body language.
"No not at all! It's fine." She puts an arm around his shoulders. "I am just sorry my sister screwed up again." She led him back to her waiting car.
"I don't know how much you know of our history together, but we were never close and she was always an embarrassment to me."
"I mean it's not like we are blood or anything." She told him once they were in the car. Oliver noticed it was a nice car!
He let her lead him into her car and raised his eye brows, "your doing really well... how much did your twin tell you?" He turns to look at her as he buckles himself in with the duffle bag in the back. "I won't stay for long, I don't want to be an inconvenience... I just need to figure out what I'm going to do."
"You can stay as long as you want." She looked into the review mirror and put her sunglasses back on. "I am a doctor. Now that I have forged background credentials- I am a Princeton medical school alumni thanks to the DEO, I got a job at a local hospital."
"I am a surgeon and about to be elected to be put on their board of supervisors." She looks over to the miserable Oliver. "So, money isn't a problem and I could use the company." She looked slightly uncomfortable. "Yes, she told me the whole story about the two Kara's. I am sorry you ended up getting hurt in all of it."
Oliver gives her a small nod and a weak smile, "you've done really well for yourself," he gives her a genuine smile. He sighs a little, "I did all I could... found out she was dying which meant no family, so I worked to save her... save her and she's infertile... then we get tortured... we finally get passed it and... I don't know. Maybe I can't have a happy ending of a family and everything," he looks at her and shakes his head. "Sorry... I'm sure you'd rather not hear me ramble on... what about your love life if you don't mind my asking."
"I have immersed myself in my work. I have no love life." After a few twists and turns she finally gets to a nice luxury apartment / condominium complex. She punched in the code at the gate and drove through.
She pulled up at her unit, driving the new shiny BMW Into the garage. "Home!" She quickly got out and unlocked the door letting him in.
He looks around in shock and awe, thinking this may have been a good decision after all. A distraction to help move past the weeks events. "Thank you again, really," he pulls his duffle bag over his shoulder again.
The place was decorated in dark woods and polished chrome and glass. A plush sectional in the living room wrapped around part of the wall facing a 60 inch screen television.
In the dining room he could see a chrome and glass table and chairs. Decorated in modern culture with a hint of contemporary. She pointed upstairs and showed him the spare bedroom with a bathroom across the hall. "This will be your room and bathroom." She stood in the doorway of his bathroom. "Feel free to decorate however you want. I hope you like it."
Oliver sets his bag down, "I would have been fine with the couch," he looks over his shoulder at her. "This place truly is incredible..." He smiles at her, "you've got nice taste and have really outdone yourself here." He walks over to her.
"I get paid well as a surgeon." She explained. "I hope you like take out. I don't cook."
He places a hand onto her shoulder before pulling her in for a gentle hug. "I will repay you for your kindness," he pulls back and smiles, "I do cook however."
"There is a barbecue outside for steaks and stuff. I have never even used it yet. A home cooked meal once in awhile is payment enough!"
Scratching his chin, "gotta do shopping, I'll whip us up something really good," he winks at her. "And I'll ensure you have decent meals at work as well."
She hands him her platinum visa card. "Here, get what you need. Take the car. I need to get some sleep. I assume the DEO gave you a driver's license? The store is just up the street. Be careful with my car please."
Oliver nods and takes what she gives, "yes and I passed the tests," he starts going over ideas. "When you get up there'll be real food, go and sleep," he pats her shoulder and goes into the kitchen to see what he has to work with.
She hands him the keys and walks back upstairs to go to sleep.
Kara Danvers has been resting in her apartment with Mon-El. To be finally home has felt like a dream, the one thing she wanted more than anything when in that cold, dark and dirty cell. Deciding to take a nap in her own bed that she'd missed so much, hugging the soft bed sheets closely and holding her pillow.
Staring at the bright window, feeling it's warmth on her skin, she closes her eyes and can't help but recall the feel of the cell. Vaguely aware that Mon-El mentioned he was calling Alex, her mind drifting to her memories.
Lying on the dirty floor in those rags of clothes, the collar digging into her neck as she can feel the vibrations in the floor of a fight going on outside her cell window. Through the door cracks she can hear aliens begging for their lives, others taunting and screaming from those being punished.
She is well aware that individuals are taking to praying to their God or gods, she'd seen it many times in movies, when things get bad like they are here, the aliens are looking for any kind of reprieve from the hell hole. Deep in her mind she feels as though she's back there, her body starts to shake just a little under the sheet and she grips her pillow tightly.
Mon El sees Kara dealing with a nightmare, he gently places a hand on her shoulder and nudging it.
Kara grips her pillow a little more tightly, her mind has shut out the light that is on her warm face. Finding herself curling up in what would be an attempt to get warm on the cold floor. Faintly she can feel the healing spots where she'd been whipped, but she doesn't know where Kara Queen is, she wants to grab onto a hand and distantly hears a door open but her mind alters it to the creek of the cell door.
"Kara, sweetie. Wake up!" He shook her shoulder harder seeing her curled up in a fetal position. Mon El kept trying to wake her up.
Alex knocked at the door, having finished her shift she came to see her sister. With no one answering she keyed her way thru the door. She quickly heard Mon El trying to wake her- and ran over to the bedside.
"She's in deep Alex." Mon El admitted. He let Alex try to help her.
"Kara!" She shouted firmly holding onto her shoulders. "It's me Alex, wake up!"
Kara reaches out instinctively, shaking like a leaf while squeezing her eyes shut tighter, and feels a pull internally. Like her body weighs a ton but her mind is pulling, she finally manages to hear the voices and grabs on. Not meaning to but reaching out her left hand to grab a shoulder. Her eyes shooting open she takes in her surroundings. "Alex... Mon-El?" She mumbles, feeling like she is still dreaming. Her heart hammering in her chest in fear and her breathing is shaky.
"Yes, it's me. You were having a nightmare. No wonder from what you have been through." She sat down next to her on the bed, she still held her tightly around the shoulders. She looked at her, warm brown eyes to her deep blue ones. "Are you okay now?" She could tell she was nearly hyperventilating from a panic attack.
"Deep breaths, concentrate on my heartbeat." She runs her hands through her hair, feeling tears well up she sits up and presses her back to the head board.
Mon El watched in fascination of the way Alex could help her sister.
Kara closes her eyes but forces them open upon recalling the images and instead covers her face with her hands. She can feel her heart racing, the idea of being back there and not being home, like it was an illusion to be free. She swallows a large lump and takes deep breaths, focusing on Alex's heart beat like she was instructed and slowly lowers her hands. Looking distantly as she concentrates, picking up on the calm heart beat and getting herself to do slow deep breaths and feeling the fear and stress ebb away.
"Better?" She took her in her arms and hugged her. She rubbed her back gently but firmly so Kara would feel it. Her sister needing the hug and support. She has always known Kara to be sensitive to panic attacks; her stint with Roulette was not going to help her.
"You want to talk about it?" She asked her sitting to her side on the bed.
Kara holds onto her, relaxing to her touch and her hold, "I was back there... even though I could feel the warmth of the sun on me," she looks at the window, "my mind... memories brought back everything of what I felt... heard and..." she wills her emotions back. Not wanting to let tears come out, "the feeling of no escape. Not knowing what was going to happen," her eyes grow moist. "Hearing it all like my being here is only a dream!" she says in frustration and feels the tears slip down.
"You are fine and you are safe." Alex pulls Kara's face up to look her in the eyes. "Do you hear me? You are safe now."
Kara looks into her eyes and stares into them, pressing her lips together tightly she closes her eyes and nods. Trying to take strength from the both of them and take from her confidence. Opening her eyes, she takes deep breath, "I am safe," she gives her a small smile.
"Yes. Safe in your loft, with your many pizza boxes and empty take out trays!" She exclaimed smiling looking into her wet blue eyes. She gently wiped her eyes with a tissue. "You are safe and loved by all!" She gives her another tight hug.
Mon El stood by watching the touching scene.
Kara wraps her arms around her, holding her firmly, grateful and looks at Mon-El in the corner and smiles at him. She rubs her back in appreciation, "you have no idea how good it feels to be here... with you," she sniffles. "I wish I was as strong as you Alex," she mutters and pulls back to smile at them both. "No offense Mon-El..."
"Hey! No offense taken! I know how strong she is!" He walks over and joins in the hugs.
"You two are the best... I don't know what I'd do without either of you," she hugs them both closely and treasures the moment. In her home, in her room, with two of the people she holds close to her heart.
She is full and complacent right now. The wine barely affecting her after drinking over a gallon of it. She realizes she is in danger of falling asleep!
General Schott waits on the outskirts for her to let her guard down. Ready to slap the cuffs onto her.
She decides a change of location is in order and she launched herself into the sky. She noticed it was a little difficult to fly straight even with the aerodynamics of her cape. 'Rao! I think I am a little drunk! How is that possible?' She wondered as she could never get drunk before.
She narrowly flew into a tree! 'Better stop flying before I crash.' She thought to herself, circling around and landing in the very same tree she almost collided with. She was tired, and felt safe, so she laid out on a leafy thick branch and soaked up the sun rays.
Soon it was becoming more difficult to keep her eyes open, she succumbed to sleep.
General Schott grumbles to himself, grabbing a branch he begins his climb. Careful with each one he uses to not slip up or snap a twig.
She is out! The wine affected her making her even more tired from expending all her energy. The Sorceress powers are fully dependant on her equilibrium and it is off right now. She is rapidly going down deep, because she thinks she is safe and secure to be able to sleep.
He finally reaches her and watching her features and slips the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. Watching to see if her eyes snap open or not and waits to be sure.
She groans from the sudden pain but is too lethargic to react. She tries to move her hands, and now registers that she can't. Her eyes open to see General Schott's face uncomfortably close to hers.
"How...?" She asked thickly, still drunk.
"I've kept my eyes on you," he whispers and pulls her to go across his shoulders. Soldier style and manoeuvres all the way down with the drunken Kara Queen on his upper back. Once able he set her down carefully in the back of the hummer, not wanting to suddenly anger her he takes great care to be gentle.
"You can't just cart me in! Why don't you fight me one on one? Because you are too scared of me!" She tried to blast the ankle cuffs off of her with the Sorceress powers, but the kryptonite in the cuffs severely weakened her. "I am going to be sick!" She cried knowing she was about to heave.
He rolls his eyes, "there's no fighting you one on one because your the only Kryptonian alien and no one can match you. Don't pretend differently," he grabs a bucket and places it next to her.
She makes immediate use of the bucket. Feeling very sick from the wine and the kryptonite. She was trying hard to stay awake, the kryptonite cuffs sapping what little was left of her energy. She felt them moving and not driving long before he again carried her over his shoulder to their new destination.
"Put me down!" She ordered crossly.
"Uhhh no," General Schott says and brings her into a cell full of red sun emitters. He sets her down onto the cot. "We will have your sentencing carried out tomorrow, you sleep in here."
She groaned, now feeling the heat of the red sun sapping her strength. "I am going to die." She stated to no one in particular.
Hours have gone by since Kara told Mon-El and Alex about what happened and then having that nightmare. She went to bed early, getting a bit of rest but not sleeping properly. Remembering the electricity coming out of Kara Queen's hands and her words echoing in her head. A boom of thunder sounds and her sensitive ears pick up on it, sitting upright in bed with beaded sweat across her hairline.
The sound of lightning had been replaced with the crack of a whip in her mind. Looking next to her she sees Mon-El sleeping soundly, she slips out of bed, shaking a little as she walks to her living room. Hands rubbing her biceps as she reaches her large picture window to see the rain pouring against it.
Seeing the rain caused a shiver to run through her body at the memory of the cell where she resuscitated Kara and kissed her to help calm her. Sitting on the window ledge, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them she watches the now blurry city.
Resting her head onto her forearms as silent tears well up in her eyes, "I made her run off to her death... because I didn't love her the same way in return. I killed her," she whispers to herself. Recalling watching her getting whipped, her arms tighten around her legs, her own body rigid as another crack of thunder sounds.
Mon El came over to her and wrapped his bare arms around her. He hugged her and kissed the crown of her head. He was in pajama bottoms and he held her tight, standing while she was sitting looking out the window.
"It's not your fault. You cannot blame yourself for another's actions." He pulled her face to him so he could look into her eyes. "She was having allot of instability due to the new powers. I can't help thinking it is that and not you at all."
Her bottom lip quivers, "I didn't return her affections... the darkness inside of her came out because of me... she went back to Earth X because I hurt her that badly," she leans into him.
He explained gently. "I mean she did cause us to have to chase her down. And sorry but it's true. She made you have to cart her back to the DEO even before she went all magic user. She has a history of bolting. That is not your fault sweetie." He kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you so much, and it hurts me when you are hurting my sweet Kara." He takes her lips and kisses her deeply.
She wipes at her eyes and flinches at the next lightning boom, "I feel like I killed her... I hope she isn't dead but the odds are against her." She returns the kiss and holds onto him.
"She is strong. If she stays there yes, the odds aren't in her favor. She may realize her mistake and come back. Come back to bed. I will tire you out enough to get some sleep dear." He smiled sweetly. "I think we should get you checked out with Dr. Hamilton tomorrow. Okay?"
Lightning lights up their loft for a much bigger bang to go off. She grabs a hold of him instinctively, "if you can block out the whip-" she presses her head to his chest. "I mean... the thunder... I'm all ears," she smiles at him sadly. She ducks her head down, "I don't think you want someone who's a mess," she closes her eyes.
"You're not a mess my sweet Kara. And yes... I still want my Kryptonian Princess. Do you still want a deposed Daxamite Prince?" He grinned.
Looking up at him she presses her lips to his, "thank you," she whispers and kisses him again while wrapping her arms around his neck.
He picks her up and carries her bridal style back to bed.
No way anyone would get over the events that easily after the trauma those two Kara's went through.
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