As the title suggests but the focus will be on Oliver, ^_- enjoy!

Collaborated with: LVEZZ

Oliver and Alex had a nice dinner and are now talking in the living room. "I can set you up at my gym. We'll go there tomorrow." She told him.

Oliver goes into the fridge, pulling out what looks like a sponge cake and a bowl of strawberries in sugar and cool whip. "That would be great!" He smiles at her, "I'll try to not make you look bad... or I could give you pointers, I'd love to spar with you."

"Hey! I was quite a fighter when with the rebels." She told him laughing. "I can hold my own with my former Nazi!"

He pulls out a small plate each and puts a small cake onto each, then spoons strawberries onto each and then tops them off with the cool whip. Handing her a fork he pulls out his own out, "we shall see."

She forks it and takes the delicious treat into her mouth. "Oh god Oliver!" Is all she says around the delicious mouthful.

He grins and blushes, "music to my ears," he forks a piece for himself and moans in enjoyment. "Yeah... I'm good."

"You are going to spoil me!" She declared.

Patting his chest after the second fork, "I shall try," he winks.

"Speaking of..." She puts the plate down. "Are you still with my Sister if she ever comes back? I don't want to be a downer, but we really need to address this."

Swallowing he looks down, "I... really don't know. Hearing her say it was over put a dagger into my heart."

"What ...how did she say it? What was being said? It wasn't even addressed to you correct? I asked my twin and she said it was more off handed due to the damage between the Kryptonians."

He looks down cast, "I overheard her saying it to her twin," taking another fork. "Right mind set or no... that cuts deep. That she would decide for herself..." he looks up at her, "she wasn't there though. She's guessing... trying to make me feel better."

"I mean did she cheat? Yes, and with the twin no less! But they did think they only had each other for comfort. It all went bad when they got back. Or so I heard."

He finishes his treat, putting the dishes into the sink. "She would not even talk to me about what happened on the way back. I was fearing for her life, kept trying to be there for her and she shut me out over letting me in... and I get the vibe she fell in love with her and no longer cared for me in the same way," he looks at her.

"I just think she is a survivor and if she survives the wrath of the rebels she might make it back. Well that's possible, but who knows? If she makes it back she may not feel that way anymore." She put a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. "I'm just saying, if she does manage to make it back- give her a chance to explain."

He bites his bottom lip, "the fact that she fell for her twin... cast me aside for another woman... given everything we've been through," he looks at her, "when the time comes... for you... I'll see... if the time comes. But right now... it hurts and I want to put the pain into the past."

"Okay, but not that I am making excuses for my idiot sister- they were in space and had no one but each other. I had always suspected she was bi. Kryptonians are bi sexual actually, did you know that? They are love the one you're with regardless of sex."

He holds his hands up, "can we please drop it?" His face going red, emotions swimming through his eyes.

"Okay." She gets up and puts the dishes in her sink. "I'll be in my room resting. Thank you for a great meal." She looked at him with pained brown eyes and headed upstairs.

"Right now for all I know she is dead or never plans on coming back," his eyes brim with tears, "I have to let her go and if things change I'll address it then but right now... she left me."

"Yes, got that. Need to take a shower." She told him shutting the door.

So, time goes by Kara has donated and is now resting on the exam chair. The emitters have long been turned off. Before she is ready to go, she is given an update by Hamilton.

She sits down by her exam chair. "Thank you for donating Kara. We went thru the rest of the stored blood." Dr. Hamilton told her.

She took her by the hand. "Kara Queen came through the surgery well. She was shot by three kryptonite bullets. One in her sternum damaging the right lung one in her shoulder collar bone area, we are hoping that bone heals correctly. And the last in her abdominal wall. No major organs were harmed there. The main concern was the lung."

She looked at her pained face, sighed and continues. "She apparently was mistreated. Signs of shackles are on her wrists and ankles. She burned them off with her heat vision." She saw tears well up in her eyes, so the doctor grabbed a box of tissues. "Lastly she must have fallen while flying. With the trauma to her body and a severe concuss ion we can only imagine how badly she was injured."

"She is on life support on a respirator breathing for her..." Dr. Hamilton stumbled on this last statement. Her voice caught. She took both of Kara's hands, and moved closer to her chair. "Kara this is not going to be easy to hear."

Mon El leaned in to squeeze her shoulders in support.

"Kara, your twin is in a deep seated coma."

Kara feels her heart racing, a large lump in her throat as she holds the tissue to her eyes and nose. Recalling her own coma and knowing the ship that helped her is gone, she closes her eyes. 'I did this...' goes through her mind feeling anguished

She squeezed her hands."I'm sorry." She stood up. "Do you need anything? I am here if you need me okay?"

Kara nods, "thank you," she whispers, tears flowing down her cheeks. 'If it weren't for me... she wouldn't have taken off' she thinks and covers her face with both hands.

Mon El sat on the edge of her chair and pulled her face into his chest to sob. He rubbed her back trying to calm her. "Let's get you out of here." He helped her up and took most of her weight.

The doctor watched the two leave, she made a quick call.

Kara went with him, not noticing much else going on around her. Her world is spinning around her, she didn't think it could get worse with her twin and low and behold, it did. She holds onto Mon-El's shirt, fisting it and finally uttering, "I did this... this is my fault." Wiping at her eyes she curls into him, "I shouldn't have kissed her in our cell... it wouldn't have lead to us getting together and kissing more... and everything... Rao what have I done?"

"I sent her to her death and now she's barely hanging on because I didn't feel the same way about her!" Tears are flowing like a river down her face and she feels as though she may as well be back on that cold cell floor. Remembering the sounds in the background, haunting her, and the need to comfort her twin, to try and stay positive no matter what. 'That's what heroes do... they fight' she remembers her words to him when they were in a dire situation on Slavers Moon.

"Shh sweet Kara. None of this is your fault. She became unbalanced and over emotional due to the magic powers." Mon El assured her, trying to calm her.

She looks up at him, "then why is it every time I think I do something normal I get reminded of the mistakes I feel I've made?" Her eyes are red and puffy, and her chest is tight. "I want to move on but get pulled back again every time... it makes me wonder sometimes," she looks down at his chest.

"It is not your fault! I told you she went a little off from the Sorceress powers. I feel she will somehow get through this Kara. Don't give up hope!" Mon El told her hugging her again. "Do you want to go back to your loft?"

She holds onto him and thinks about the Sorceress, how she changed things back then. "When she was at full strength... it took over her... " she looks at his shirt and sniffles before taking a deep breath. "She had better," she swallows and looks up at him, "yes, please."

Kara pauses and turns around to pick up a couple of red sun emitters before she goes back with him.

The two of them fly back to her loft. "They told you they will inform you of any changes with her." He told her squeezing her shoulders affectionately. "She is strong. I am sure she will pull through."

Alex, dreading the call, pulls out her cell to call Oliver and inform him about his wife. She knew it would be a tough call. She took a breath and dialed her twin's cell.

He stumbles into the apartment, holding his head as he comes in covered in sweat from running around the block.

Oliver had run into a couple of drunks and got into an exchange, on his way back he got lost. A small cut in his left eye brow, the result of a rod hitting him in the head. It wasn't a strong enough him to hurt him badly. Walking into the bathroom upstairs he sheds his shirt to get more comfortable. Opening the medicine cabinet as he doesn't want to disturb Alex.

Alex got the phone as she slowly awakened. She was surprised by how quick she went under on a full stomach.

After few moments of listening, she jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe. She quickly flew down the stairs. Didn't see Oliver straight away so called to him. "Oliver! Are you around?"

He hisses through his teeth as he uses an alcohol swab, "in here," he grunts as he starts cleaning the blood. "I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to upset you," he calls out.

She runs back upstairs nearly tripping on her robe getting to his bathroom. "What happened?" She asked shocked.

"I went out for a run and... got into a mix up with some drunks," Oliver answers and presses a fresh piece of gauze to it.

"The other Alex is on my phone for you. You need to take this call."

Oliver looks at her in confusion, "okay..." he switches hands with the gauze to take the phone

"Oliver?" Alex asked hesitantly. "I have some news for you. You may want to sit down for it."

He turns and takes a seat on the toilet seat. Removing the gauze to check and see how much blood there is, "okay... I'm sitting."

"Your wife came back critically injured last night. She was shot with 3 kryptonite bullets, along with other trauma that she suffered. She is in ICU and I am sorry Oliver... she is in a deep coma." She paused to hear for his reaction.

He lowers his head, scratching the back of his neck. Closing his eyes, "what're the chances she'll come out of this?" His voice is void of emotion. He showed concern at first but then his face was grave and finally mute.

"Dr. Hamilton is not giving a prognosis. It's bad Oliver. We held off telling you till now. We wanted to see how she fared through surgery. Oliver, she crashed 3 times through surgery. If it wasn't for her strong physiology they would have lost her."

She paused then continued. "I will keep you informed if you want. No need to visit her. She is on life support and wouldn't know you are here anyway. Again, I am sorry." She paused again, "Did you get a cell phone yet? Or do I need to reach you through my twin?"

Oliver wets his lips and closes his eyes again, "thank you, I have a phone you can reach me at. I don't recall it right now, I'll reach out to you later..." he rubs at his face, "thank you... again."

"Are you alright Oliver? You know you can come here if you want to, I'd like to help you through this if I can." She told him over the phone.

His head is still hanging, "I feel... that perhaps... my prior assessment may have been correct..." lifting his head he looks at the wall ahead of him before looking up at his Alex. "When I know more I'll contact you... I took my ring off earlier as I felt it was best to put the pain into the past and accept she was gone," he stands up and looks at himself in the mirror to look at his head. "Now... she is there in body... for who knows how long and how she feels about me... I'll call you later... sorry, I suck at this," his body goes rigid and he looks down at the sink.

"Okay. Call later. I am sorry Oliver." She hung up.

"She is still alive. Is there anything I can do?" His roommate asked him concerned.

"Heh... option A I scream out loud in anger and beat the stuffing out of a pillow or punching bag for all that I can't talk to her about..." he looks at her. "Option B I wallow, get really upset about what I can't control, seek comfort and make an ass of myself," he dabs at any remaining blood in his eye brow. "Option C... Treat my wife as though I lost her when I got her back... as though she isn't going to wake up... and move on. try to find someone who won't see me as an ass hole," he looks for bandaids and the polysporin. "You need to get your rest for work though."

He gives out a light chuckle, "I am not telling you option D because..." he shakes his head to forget about it. "I'm sorry about hurting you earlier," he looks at her, "the last thing I want to do is mentally or physically harm."

"You didn't harm. I just feel I overstepped. I really don't know what you want to do. If you still love her, and she makes it through, well she is going to need you Oliver."

He pulls out the ointment and puts it onto the band aid before putting the band aid on. "I'll see how far Option C gets me... might devolve to option A in the end and then D," he walks over to her, looking into her eyes. "How are you holding up?" Oliver touches her shoulder.

"I am fine. I mean I don't wish anything bad on her- but she's been public enemy #1 with me for a long time. And although you were the leader- you never ordered me killed." She sat down tiredly in the hallway.

Surprised to hear her openly talk about her sister, he sits down next to her. "I am grateful for that fact for many reasons... I get the feeling your harbouring a lot of anger. If you want to talk about it," he pulls his knees up and puts his arm around her shoulders.

"She tried to have me killed. I know she has changed, but it is too hard to just say it's okay. You know?"

"I know I need to forgive her, but to be honest, the whole time the three of us were together, I resented her! I didn't want her around. I am sorry, I never felt that resentment with you, but you didn't try to kill me!"

Oliver listens intently and frowns, "you saw that she was going to turn into something you knew she wouldn't like in the end. She wouldn't listen, and it became about getting ahead or survival... I'm not sure. So... I had asked you to join us thinking I could help create a bond... that you two could get closer. I see now how wrong I was," he looks at her, "she has changed... and it isn't easy to forgive a death sentence... me? I ordered people to be tormented or killed... I gave her orders."

Gently rubbing her shoulder, "I think... if she ever comes out of this coma, you two need to talk. And I mean really talk or you'll keep harbouring this anger and she'll continue to feel guilt and not know how to make it all right in the end," he pulls her into him. "All I want to do is make things right with everyone, to be a good person, I want to do right by you and everyone else I'm close with."

"I don't know that I want to resolve it. I think it's better the way it Is- not addressing it and just going with the flow. She is too volatile, and she is even worse with the Sorceress powers."

"She may never come out of the coma. She is pretty deep as my twin stated."

He wants to say something more, but he knows he'll just end up making her angry. Right now is not the best time anyways, he closes his eyes and gives her shoulder a gentle rub again. Looking at her, "I hope that... my bringing you here to this Earth proved to be for the better for you. I know that your probably used to being on your own and I hope that... well that I am good company for you in the end." He smiles at her softly.

Reaching his free hand over and touching her chin gently, hoping he's not over stepping. "You are a brilliant woman Alex, and you are beautiful..." he watches her eyes, "I hope I'm not crossing the line here when I say that I really like your smile. And that your brown eyes are captivating and someone else will see what I see and know..."

She looks at him puzzled. 'Is he hitting on me?' She wondered. "I know Kara hurt you. I think you are attracted to me because of the hurt from your marriage." She told him gently.

"But that is the operative word. Marriage. You are married. I think divorcing her while she is down probably isn't the nicest thing to do."

Oliver shakes his head, "I... I just want you to know your worth in someone else's eyes... that you deserve to be loved..." he groans and rubs at his face. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." he bites his bottom lip in frustration as he doesn't know of how to say what he is wanting to without upsetting her. "All I'm trying to say is... when I'm gone..." he looks at her, "I just want to know that you'll have someone you can lean on and be sure your eating properly."

He moves to stand up, "I'm sorry... I'm not used to talking like this, the last person I tried to get to open up to me on this level was Kara. I'm trying," he rubs the back of his head, then shakes his head, "never mind, it's not your problem, you need to get your rest and I need a shower..." He goes into his duffle bag, pulling out a fresh set of clothes before going back to the bathroom. He stops in the doorway, "I've always found you attractive by the way... I've just never acted on it."

"When you are gone? Where are you planning to go?"

Pausing, before going in, "I'm not leaving just yet... I just mean when it's time for me to leave your place," he looks over his shoulder at her.

"Okay, but we discussed it and you said you would be the caretaker here for me when I need it. Cooking, light cleaning. Now you want to leave? Where would you go? Did you want to stay with your wife? I am not meaning to pry, but I don't know what you want."

He nods, "I'll stay here as long as you want me here. Keep the place clean and three solid meals a day." Oliver steps into the bathroom, "I'm sorry if I overstepped tonight," setting his clothes onto the counter before closing the door. A moment later he opens it again, "where's the extra towels?" Realizing he's got nothing to dry off with.

"What about Kara? Until we hear otherwise she still lives. Are you going to address this or simply divorce her while in the coma?" She goes into a closet and hands him some towels. She looks at him for an answer.

He freezes in the doorway and goes tense, "after what I'd heard and everything else that is being speculated... I honestly don't know what to do."

"Can you at least tell me if you still feel something? If you want her to survive? If you care? The reason I am asking is... I am a doctor as you know. You may be asked if she should be taken off life support."

He grips the door frame tightly, "I do care for her," he relaxes and stares at the floor. "I of course want her to survive, I couldn't wish ill on her or anyone else," he looks at her.

"Then maybe you should see her. If she doesn't come out soon, they will disconnect her. Umm...I am not sure how to say this without sounding wrong." She looked at him. "Why don't you take your shower first then we will talk."

He looks down at himself, "you have a shift soon though."

"Not for another 8 hrs or so. Take your shower and we will talk."

Groaning he closes the door and goes in, finally able to take a shower without anxiety attacks.

After 10 minutes he comes out towel drying his hair, fully clothed. "Okay... what do we need to discuss?" He folds it up neatly and hangs it on the rod. They sit at the dining room table over coffee.

"You have to understand you are married to an alien. That being said, they will keep your wife in cold storage in case Supergirl ever needs organs tissue whatever. They will keep her as an organ bank." She looks at his pained face. "It's common here. We have organ donation on ID cards if someone chooses to donate and their life is over. Sadly, Kara will have no choice. I know that is what they will do."

He rubs his face with both hands, "what are the odds she'll wake up? I won't let her plug get pulled."

"I don't know. But if you still care about her I think you should see her."

He places his face into his hands, "and if I'm holding onto someone who doesn't love me anymore?" He looks at her through his fingers.

"You won't know until she wakes up." She tells him drinking her coffee. "The longer she is on it the more they are going to see a reason to discontinue it. As her husband you have to let them know your intent for her. Her twin can't make the call. You have to."

He nods and folds his hands together, "okay... I'll go and see her and tell them my take, you've got food for maybe a week. I'll set you up with proper breakfast foods before I go," he closes his eyes. "If you were in my position, if you were married and in this position that is... what would you do?" He looks at her seriously.

"If it were my spouse I would be by their side regardless. From what I am hearing 3 days have gone by. Her surgery was earlier, and Alex didn't call me till the next day. Fortunately, she has an alien physiology because if human ...well the longer on life support the harder it is for the patient."

Dropping his head to the table he lets it thud and does an extra thud. "I am an ass hole..." He mumbles.

"Hey," she said lifting his face by his chin. "You are not. What's wrong?"

"Yes... I am," he groans, "I was accepting that I'd never see her again. That maybe," tears prickle at his eyes, "I lost her heart to another. I was letting it all sink in to let her go and work on getting by... hearing she is back and in a deep coma that she may never come out of?" He throws his arms wide, "well I was half ready to give up and move on again thinking I'd never talk to her again. Here in body but not in mind... I am an ass hole... I can't even give a decent compliment to you without-" he bites his bottom lip in anger at himself.

"Without what? Oliver you are having emotional issues from everything you have been through. I want to help you and as a doctor I am telling you what is going on from a medical standpoint. They do have the perfect donor and that is what they would do. It's a grisly business but unfortunately that is her fate if she doesn't come out or have someone deny donating - a loved one - for her." She looks at him, "If you don't want that it has to be you saying it for her if she passes."

"So yes, you need to go back and state your intent for her. It's a tough call, but hopefully you won't have to make it and she will come out."

He places his forehead onto the table, letting it gently thud and letting out a deep breath. "I... I like you Alex," he lifts his head, "I am being honest, and it comes from our time spent all together. I will go and see my wife, see her state... and if things don't look good I would like to come back here... but if you don't want me around because of who I am and the fact that I like you... I'll stay away."

"I will call the DEO and have them pick you up. You are always welcome here Oliver. You both have changed, and I see that."

He lulls his head to the side, "even though I find you attractive? I would never force anything but good food onto you because I respect you... but I should get you food ready for your mornings," he stands up and forces his mind to work on recipes.

"Okay but just don't over do it. I am not used to having decent meals anyways!" She laughs.

Counting off his fingers, "if I'm staying your not getting take out unless I'm not up for it... I should probably stop getting into fights... you'll treasure my hands otherwise," he winks and goes into the kitchen to start pulling out bowls, tools and ingredients.

"I'll make the call. Get an update." She walked out of the kitchen. She dialed her twin.

Ouch-ouch-ouch! What do you think of Oliver in this Chapter?

-SLITH/LVEZ