"The point is you don't trust me. Either of you. Don't wait up."

In his mind he was only a concerned friend. In his mind, he was only checking on her. In his mind, he tried to believe that nothing happened on that date.

On the watchtower, it was quiet and empty. Heroes had gone home to bed and only a few were up in space. He had told Mr. Terrific to let him know when Shayera finally came back.

At 3 am in midway city, Shayera came back.

John now found himself in the hallway where her quarters lay. She was almost to her door when he called out to her.

She turned and looked at him, surprise evident on her tired face. He caught up to her. "Why are you just now getting here?"

As he waited for her answer, he looked her over.

Her hair was messed up a bit, as was her dress. His eyes widened as he got his answer. Anger took over his surprise.

She saw the anger rise and put a hand up, stopping John's words. "I'm here because I like to sleep in my own bed. I don't have to explain anything to you." She turned and reached for her door.

John grabbed her wrist. "Did you sleep with him?" He asked her slowly. Shayera narrowed her eyes at him then as if she had just came up with a good idea; she gave out a tiny chuckle. "Didn't you just hear me? I said I liked to sleep in my own bed."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Fine." Shayera took her wrist back and leaned closely to John. "I didn't sleep with him John." She whispered. "I fucked him."

Right after she said it, she disappeared into her room, leaving behind a very shocked lantern.

As he pounded on her door, Shayera sat on the floor with her back to the door.

Honestly, she didn't sleep with Carter. They went to his place after dinner and talked. He was easy to talk to. She sort of spilled her guts. The dam holding her feelings and emotions and regrets burst. Carter took it all in and actually made her feel better. Did they sleep together? Yes. Was it just sleep? Yes.

But she couldn't stay there. She quickly put her dress back on and called Mr. Terrific.

And of course when all she wanted was sleep, John had to be here too. 'I could've sworn I told him not to wait up.' After 5 minutes of listening to John's insistent pounding and calls for her to open her door, it finally became quiet. Shayera sat still for a moment then decided it was time for bed.

2 and a half hours later, and she still couldn't sleep. She should've slept. After all, she really needed it for Egypt. 'When did Carter say we would go?' Shayera looked over at her watched which she had set to midway city time. 5:30 am. By now Carter would be waking up and realize that Shayera was both linger there. At 5:40, her comm link buzzed. She forgot to take it off.

"Shayera here."

"You've got a call from some guy named Carter Hall." He heard Mr. Terrific say.

Shayera sighed. "Patch him through."

"You sure?" Mr. Terrific asked.

"Just do it."

As soon as she was patched through, Shayera asked,

"What do you want Carter?"

"Why did you leave?" He asked her.

"Carter," she started to say but was interrupted.

"I don't care if you don't feel anything for me as I obviously feel for you, but at least give me a chance."

"Come to Egypt with me. Let me show you that I'm the one for you." He softly pleaded. His voice was deep, seductive almost, different from John's deeper baritone. It seemed...more attentive to her.

"Just because I left, that doesn't mean that I don't want to be with you." she was surprised she said that to him. It should've been to someone else.

"So you'll come?"

"Yes. I will. I said I would."

"Great! Come over here in about an hour."

"Alright." Before he could say anything more, Shayera cut the connection.

Maybe she should give him a chance. John had moved on. He didn't choose her. He chose Mari. Shayera deserved someone too. Maybe, just maybe, Carter could be that guy.

But she couldn't lie to herself. She didn't see Carter that way, she only saw him as a friend. Maybe Egypt could change that. Maybe Egypt would show her what she needed to see.