A/N: Hey y'all! I hope you liked last chapter! This one is focusing more on our friends on Earth-38. Afterwards we will have our big fight scene and then an appearance by someone special! After that you we will have some slow time for Barry and Kara. They'll figure out what they want to do and what earth they want to do it on. We'll have more building of this Justice League. I hope you guys caught my little hint last chapter about a new member. I altered the origin a little bit to fit my needs, but I plan to have that person help out. I also want to let you know that the Prologue is there for a reason and you will know why I wrote it, especially if you caught my little hint last chapter. I've been thinking about things really far in advance so if you have any questions, bear with me. They will be answered. I'm aiming towards a more comic based story but of course with the TV adaptations of the characters. I'm sorry this one took so long. It's pretty long, and I wanted to make sure I did justice to the characters. Again I encourage you to comment or PM me. I love answering your questions and hearing what you guys have to say about this story so far. Thanks for reviewing, favoriting, and following. Now onto the story!

Chapter 12

Alex Danvers fiddled with the necklace in her hand, deep in thought. She let the cool metal drag from her fingers into her the palm of her other hand. The necklace was beautiful. Crafted expertly out of one of the strongest metals in the universe. It was hard to believe that this was Kara's only material link to Krypton, too her childhood, and to her mother.

She had caught glimpses of Kara stroking the necklace as if each touch brought her closer and closer to Krypton. It was an absentminded graze of her fingers when she was nervous. The way she laughed and her hand immediately went to her necklace. It never went unnoticed by Alex, and she couldn't help but feel broken each time Kara's hand went to the small indention in her neck, unfailingly coming away with the precious metal. It reminded her that Kara still thought of Krypton. That she still thought of the explosion, and she knew that it meant Kara relived the death of her entire planet each time she did. It killed Alex inside that she couldn't relieve that pain. That she couldn't bear it for her.

Kara had given the necklace to her. She hadn't known at the time that it was hers, but it was. The deeper meaning behind it was one that she didn't catch on to until Kara was miles and miles away choking through her goodbyes. It was one of the worst moments of her life when she finally realized that she was Kara on Krypton. That she was given the necklace just before someone she loved was about ready to die. It seemed silly, but it was almost as if the necklace was a way to say goodbye. A way to give a part of yourself before you left forever.

Still is was a piece of Kara that Alex was honored to have. It was one of her most prized possessions, and Alex had given it back once she had finished saving her little sister's life. She knew that the necklace was a memory. An ingrained piece of her previous life that belonged with Kara.

Then the necklace had been given to Mon-El as he was banished from the earth, leaving in Kara's pod to the unknown. It was a gesture that only Kara was strong enough to give. Kara had given her love, her life, and now Krypton to Mon-El and as much she tried to hide it, Alex knew better. She knew that Kara missed the necklace and the close memories it held.

It was why Alex had made her another. An exact replicate that Kara could have to carry Krypton around with her. She had grudgingly enlisted the help of Kal-El to find the needed materials and then hand crafted it into the beautiful creation it was before. She had planned to surprise her with it, but she should have known better. Now Kara was gone and Alex was, once again, left with the necklace.

It was an awful cycle that she was trapped in. All she wanted was Kara next to her. For her to be the light that Alex was never able to be. It was a cruel existence that she lived in. The endless pulling that she did only to be beaten by a single push. No matter what she did, something always interrupted their much needed conversation.

The last year of their live had shown how much they had drifted apart. Alex still regretted the words she spoke when Jeremiah had returned to them. It was an emotional response that she never fully apologized for. The two sisters had pretended it never happened, but Alex clearly saw the withdrawn disposition Kara displayed when around Eliza and her. As if she truly thought she wasn't a part of the family, and Alex was the only one to blame for that.

Kara had been through endless heartache, and Alex felt nauseous whenever she remembered everything she said. The final kick was Mon-El. Alex knew her sister and she saw the effect it had on her. As if she was slowly sinking into an eternal despair. She wasn't the same sunny person she was before, and Alex couldn't help but feel as if it was her fault.

They tried to have the conversation. Alex had personally approached her and attempted to have a real talk. One that cleared the air of all the compartmentalized feelings that the other most definitely felt, but each time something came up to interrupt it. Attacks were strewn across the world, Barry arrived, Kara was kidnapped and tortured, and now she was thrown onto a different earth, barred from returning.

Her greatest fear had begun to come true. She was afraid Kara would die without Alex having a chance to fix it. No, she was petrified, and now it was all falling into place. Kara was trapped, and Alex had no way to get to her. At least when she was with Cadmus, she was on the same earth.

She paced in Kara's apartment, looking at all the pictures of the two of them. She couldn't do it. She couldn't let Kara go another day thinking she had burdened her family or that she wasn't a real part of it. She would die before she would let that happen again.

She heard a creak behind her and she quickly drew her gun, swinging it towards the intruder. Alex sighed and lowered her gun, seeing the familiar face of Barry Allen.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, holstering her gun.

"I just wanted to come back here. I thought that if I did, she might be sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Silly, right?"

She shook her head. "Not at all. We hold on to a hope that the ones we love will always be there. That nothing can keep them away from us."

The man gave a tired grin. "That was very deep. I didn't know you were that in tune with your feelings."

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Allen. Well, that concludes my kind, sage wisdom for you."

"Darn. I'm going to miss my daily dose of Alex Advice," he joked. His face hardened. "I feel like my heart is going to burst. I'm ready to charge through into Cadmus and grab Lillian by the throat and kill her. It's a part of me I never thought I would resort to, but I'm ready to. For Kara."

She nodded. "I get the same feeling. What's stopping you?"

"The small voice in my head telling me that it wouldn't be for Kara. It tells me that I'm doing it for myself because Kara would never do that." He smiled, looking out the window for a second before turning back to me. "She's too kind. Too compassionate. No matter who wrongs her, she never slips down to their standards. She looks for the best in people. Kara would never kill, and I can't disappoint her. I-I love her too much."

Alex smiled and bit her lip, staring at the man in front of her. "I noticed. Have you told her yet?"

He shook his head. "I was going to, but then she got thrown onto that damn earth."

"You mean your earth?"

"My earth is wherever Kara is." He ran his fingers through his long hair, leaving them gripping the back of his neck. "I just want her back with me. I will do whatever it takes. It's killing me inside."

Alex examined the man in front of her. His hair had grown longer than it had been when he had first arrived on her earth, falling over his eyes, and his face with riddled with stubble. His eyes were dark, as if he hadn't gotten any sleep in the past week, and his clothes were wrinkled, the buttons not lining up properly. She empathized with him, needing to get her sister back as soon as possible. Her heart was torn, knowing she could be captured and tortured all the while she waited for Cisco, Winn, and Ray to find a way back. She trusted them and their work, but it was time consuming. Taking up precious minutes.

"We will get her back. It isn't like before. Now she has Oliver with her along with Felicity and Wells. She's going to be fine," she told him, trying to convince herself as well. "We need to trust them and do all we can from our side."

Barry nodded, his eyes drifting down to the metal in her hand. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked, incredulous.

She smiled. "Yeah. I made it for her."

Barry grinned. "She's going to love it. She talked a lot about that when we were together."

Their phones rang at the same time, each of them quickly grabbing it and reading the message sent by Cisco. The exchanged looks.

"He has something."

"Want a lift?" he asked, a devious smirk in his eyes.

"No. I'm fine. I really don't th—" she started, cut off by a sudden whoosh of air as she was deposited off in her chair in Bruce's underground cave.

Cisco clapped his hands together, satisfied that everyone was there. "Great. Well, we believe that Cadmus or whatever has created a device that masks Earth-1 and Earth-38's vibrational patterns, hiding it from me. That means until both are destroyed, we can't get to it either."

Alex rubbed her face. "How are we supposed to be able to cross over when we have no means of communicating with them to see when they are planning their attack?"

Cisco smiled at her. "I'm so glad you asked. We can't. That's why Cadmus did it. They're smart, and they knew who they're up against. They blocked both teams from communication and regrouping. Luckily, they aren't as savvy as they'd like to think they are. The don't have a big enough grasp of our good friend J'onn J'onzz's powers."

Barry raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Really? And how are we supposed to communicate with them through J'onn?"

"J'onn has a telepathic link to Oliver. He tried to establish one with each of us in case someone got kidnapped again as a precaution. That link between minds doesn't change when skipping earth's. Theoretically, it's possible that he can reach past the dimensional boundaries if the telepath is strong enough," Cisco explained.

"Wait," Winn started, skeptical, "J'onn never told us about this before. Are you sure you can?"

J'onn furrowed his eyes at the man. He was more powerful than he had led people to believe. Being the Martian Manhunter had brought many problems to his doorstep that he never wanted to have again. It had, in part, caused the Danvers to lose Jeremiah, and that alone was a consequence that had thoroughly persuaded him to refrain from using his powers. Slowly he had been convinced to retry, but he had always taken a step back, never showing his full potential. He still feared that something worse would happen each time the world was reintroduced to the full powers of the Martian Manhunter.

It was a fear that he would have to get over.

He had lost a planet, one with his wife and daughters, and he had never thought he would recover from the pain that it brought him. His nightmares were constantly full of the faces of his loved ones, and it was a heartache that he couldn't simply wish away. He was forced to bear the pain of saying goodbye over and over, even if only in his dreams. It was a nightly occurrence that frightened him to the core and pushed him to not get close to people. The risk was too great.

Until the Danvers sisters came along. They shattered every wall he put up, and tore down every façade he had placed in his life to cover up his innermost turmoil. It was angering and frustrating, yet he couldn't help but love them. The way they were so passionate. How much they loved each other. It was a careful balance that seemed so perfect between them. Kara was the light, the sunny one perpetually looking at the good in people while Alex was the rational, the overprotective sister whose darkness was only held at bay by Kara. People were drawn to the pair, admiring their love and dedication to the other.

J'onn had tried so hard to stay away, but he couldn't help but think of the two of women as his daughters, and he would die before he shied away from helping one of them, especially when he had the means to do it. He would bring Kara back where she belonged. His pride be damned.

"I can do it. I will," he stated. The group were nervous and skeptical, but they had learned to lean on their team members. Trusting them and their abilities was vital to unified fighting and could be the difference between life and death, so they were willing to let him try.

"Alright!" Cisco exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "So how do you do this? Do you like sit crisscross applesauce and close your eyes?"

Barry covered his eyes and lowered his head. "Crisscross applesauce? Seriously? Cisco, are you nine? Just let the man do his thing. Whatever that maybe?" he started, staring at J'onn curiously.

"No I do not need to do any of that. Just leave me alone." His eyes lit up, dark red as he stared off at the wall. The rest of the group looked to each other for any indication of what was happening and when he would be done.

J'onn threw a mental net over Earth-1, searching for the familiar mental patterns that Oliver had displayed. He had first been horrified when he looked into the mind of the green clad vigilante. The hate and terrors that man had experienced on the island where grounds to cause anyone else to curl up in a fetal position and give up on life. It was a miracle he still suited up and went out into a city that was hardly receiving of his services. He had a police force chase after him for years, his closest friends and allies die, and still he vowed to protect. It was a deep honor inside him that he could admire; despite the terrible things he had done. They had all done things that they regretted; it was part of fighting. The split second decisions you had to make that chose between your life and the life of the man in front of you and having to live with the consequences later. It was something he could hardly criticize.

His body convulsed as he found the man in the sea of minds he had been searching through. He gripped the sides of his chair and leaned his head back. J'onn could feel Oliver resisting. The rest of the group exchanged worried looks, ready to smack J'onn out of whatever he was doing.

His fingers relaxed as he felt Oliver let go and give in.

Mr. Queen!

Who is this? What is happening? Get out!

Relax! It's J'onn. We have found what is causing us to not be able to breach to either earth

J'onn? How the hell did you get in my head? What's going on?

I was able to link my mind to yours despite us being on different earths. My apologies. I would have linked to Kara except Kryptonians are immune to my telepathy. Again, we found the device that is prohibiting us from crossing earths.

He could hear Oliver sigh in his brain. Several thoughts were twisting through his mind; he could tell. The thoughts of the unbelievable things he had experienced and then comparing it to the unusual nature of this conversation. J'onn heard him give in and accept it.

Okay. We did too. Wells and Tracy found out where it was. We are planning a raid on the facility right now.

Good. We need to coordinate our attacks to make sure we can return back to Earth-38 when the job is done. When is your attack?

Tomorrow night. We're pulling in everyone for the job. I had one of my contacts do some recon and the facility is highly guarded. Very fortified.

We came up with more or less the same assessment. Tomorrow night we will breach each building. Mr. Ramon will then open a breach to the earth and allow Kara to come back to her earth, and Sara, Ray, Stein, Cisco, Caitlin, and Jax to return to theirs. You are welcome to come as well.

I can't. Bruce and I have discussed creating a team. I have just started to make preparations for it, recruiting people and readying a building. I need more time before I can come and reconvene with him on our progress.

Alright, Mr. Queen. Ready the team and be sure to be prompt. As far as we know, our earth's run on the same time. There is no room for mistakes. This has to be done perfectly.

I understand. We will be ready tomorrow night.

J'onn leaned his head back, his eyes slowly returning to their original color. The team stared at him expectantly. They had been whispering to each other, wondering when he would be done, and if it was even working.

J'onn raised an eyebrow. "They are attacking tomorrow night. We need to make preparations. Mr. Wayne, I was told you were able to get the layout of the building," he prompted, pointing towards the man.

"Yes. I had an ally of mine hack their system, and he was able to uncover their entire building layout. The place is a large warehouse broken into four wings. The eastern wing is mostly RD with some of the brightest people in the world working on high tech projects that are classified but only at the request of the higher ups. There's a rumor that an army general has been supplying them with their equipment without the consent of the president. The western wing is experimentation, probably a new lab since we destroyed their last one. They have kidnapped aliens as a revolt to President Marsdin's Alien Amnesty Act and preformed extensive testing on them with intentions of making new military weapons. The northern wing is where they are holding the prisoners in cells. We have no information on what kind of aliens are being held there and whether or not they are volatile. The southern wing is where the device is being held. They have scientists perfecting is and military personal guarding it. That's where we want to go, but it's located in the back, making it the hardest to get to. In the middle is the control center. There are hallways sectioned off cardinally. There are gates blocking it and the only way in is by taking the control center. The only way out is the control center as well. From an architectural standpoint, this was designed to withstand a significant attack. We will need to cross past the prisoners to even get a chance at breaking into the control center. Winn will need to hack the panel and open the gates allowing us to get through to the device. The facility is full of military trained guards that have experience fighting aliens. They are armed with tactical vests and are carrying standardized military issued weapons; an M4 Carbine, Beretta M9 pistol, and a combat knife. These aren't just your random civilians given a weapon and told to shoot. They are highly trained and dangerous, not to mention fighting whatever may be in those cells."

Clark cocked his head. "Why can't I just burst through the ceiling and pave a way for you guys?"

"They are armed with Kryptonite bullets. As soon as you burst through the ceiling as you as heroically do, you will be shot and killed before you even make it to the ground. The best way to do this is intelligently. We can't waste the element of surprise we have. We're going to approach this carefully and as stealthily as possible. We split into three teams as soon as we get past the cells. Alpha team is going to be led by me with Jax, Professor Stein, and Clark. We will be securing the prisoners and experimentation labs, making sure none make their way to the other parts of the facility. Bravo team will be led by J'onn with Winn, Ray Palmer, and Sara. You will guard the control room while Winn gains access to all the security cameras and doors. Ray Palmer can them shrink and make his way to the RD section of the building. I want all the information from the computers downloaded. That leads us to Charlie team led by Alex with Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin. Barry will superspeed and inject all the scientists with a serum that Caitlin made to ensure they stay unconscious. Caitlin will be there in case anyone is injured, but I have been told she has been able to control her powers, making her a valuable offensive asset as well. Cisco will disarm the device while Barry and Alex watch his back." He turned to Eliza and Jeremiah. "Cisco designed some cameras to fit on each of our suits in order for Jeremiah to see and shout out if he notices anything important. As soon as Cisco is able to open a breach, he will transport Kara back here and everyone who wants to return back to Earth-1. Eliza will be here to attend to any medical injuries when we get back. Is everyone clear on their assignments?"

They all nodded, nervous but confident in the mission. They trusted the people they were working beside. They would succeed.

Bruce nodded to Cisco. "Alex, Ray, and Caitlin, I believe that Cisco has something to show you."

The three stood hesitantly and followed the shorter man into a small room. His smile nearly reached both ears as he gestured to the mannequins in front of him. The man was practically bouncing from excitement.

"Ray, we had talked about upgrading your suit, so here's your new bad boy! I made it out of reinforced tri-polymer, shedding a lot of weight that your previous suit had. The wires are sewn in the suit and protected by the outer material. The chest piece is also a camera like Barry's so that we can view your surroundings. I placed your shrinking tech in the belt of the suit making it easily accessible by twisting the emblem to the left and right. I know you had an issue with the power source so I made it smaller. It uses the same tech that Curtis Holt used with Felicity's bio stimulant. I had been working on it for a while for you, but I finally finished! The A on your chest opens up if you want to take out the power source, but it's still protected by the emblem if you were to get hit in the chest. I kept the photon energy weapons on your forearm but I increased the power. Seriously, Curtis Holt is a genius. So much power in just a little thing." He shook his head in admiration. "I covered parts of your suit with Dwarf Star alloy to protect your vital organs and the power source. This new suit is lighter and more based on nanotechnology, allowing you to fly and move faster."

The suit was beautiful. It had an underlying dark red as the background color with dark blue covering the chest, legs, and shoulder blades. In the center of his chest was a plate with a large, dark red A outlined in blue. His belt was red and in the center on it was a dial with a picture of a blue atom ironed on. His helmet had become smaller and the visor covering his eyes had thinned but still covered his entire face. The helmet was painted a dark blue with red lines running down the back and front of it. His gloves were primarily red with blue running from the fingertips to his wrist. He stepped closer to it and ran his hands over the material. Despite losing a lot of weight, the suit was still sturdy, offering plenty of protection.

"Wow, Cisco. I don't know what to say. This is awesome. Thank you so much! I'm going to try it on." The man practically leapt from where he was standing, grabbing the mannequin to try on his new toy.

Alex rolled her eyes.

Cisco motioned to the next one. It looked as though it was made entirely out of leather, and it was a stunning ocean blue. The top was bright cobalt, zipping up almost to her neck with black leather flaps running to her knees that were sewn to the side. The bottoms were tight black leather with a line of blue going up the sides. The boots went past her knees and had a navy blue tint to them. The belt was a lapis blue with a soft artic colored snowflake in the middle of it. The suit bore many resemblances to her briefly worn Killer Frost one but was different as well. It had a brighter feel to it.

Cisco smiled at her. "It's made of the same material as Barry's and Ray's. I added a small sheath in the boot for a combat knife if you are put in a position where you can't use your powers. It will shield you against some falls and slices, though I don't suggest falling off a building or getting stabbed. You're a metahuman, so I didn't think you needed as much protection as Ray did. How do you like it?

She smiled and brought her hand to her mouth. "Cisco, wha-what? Did you…I mean…" She paused. "This is my Killer Frost costume but at the same time it isn't," she said. "I love it."

Cisco shrugged it off, internally beaming with pride. "Thanks. You said you weren't Killer Frost or Caitlin Snow, so I tried to incorporate both sides of you."

Caitlin stepped close to the man and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, Cisco."

"Didn't need you going into a dangerous facility without one of my special trademarks," he stated with a wink. Caitlin grabbed her suit, heading off to try it on while Cisco turned to face Alex.

"Are you ready for yours?"

"Mine?" she asked skeptically, pointing to herself. "Why do I need a suit?"

"Because it doesn't help to just be a badass secret agent infiltrating a high security base, you have to look the part too. I don't think your usual D.E.O uniform is gonna cut it against these aliens."

She glared at him. "They've worked so far!"

He lifted his hands in the air. "Okay! Okay! Just indulge me, alright? See, the super powered friends we have flying around the city have an air about them that just makes the city hopeful. No offense to you, but I see you as more of a vigilante type. Like Oliver, Thea, Laurel, and Roy."

"Who the hell is Laurel and Roy?"

"That's another story for another time. The point is, I styled your suit after theirs instead of Kara's and Barry's." He pointed to it, and Alex couldn't help but admire the man's handiwork.

It was awesome. Nothing else could describe it as perfectly. Like Caitlin's, it was two parts, the upper and lower parts a dark blue leather, but more form fitting without any loose areas. There were two gun holsters on the both sides of her legs, already occupied with the gun she had found on Slaver's Moon, and her regular D.E.O. issued weapon. The back part of the suit had a larger holster with a large silver bo staff slipped inside. She peered at the left shoulder of the suit and gasped.

The proud dark red crest of the House of El was emblazoned on her suit, clearly displayed for anyone to see. She shook her head at Cisco and backed away from the suit.

"No. I can't have the crest on my suit!" she explained, stepping away.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that the House of El was one of the most distinguished families on the planet. It was one of honor and especially one reserved only for family. The things I've done. I can't wear that," she told the smaller man.

He smiled at her. "I'm aware. Kara insisted. Ever since I arrived on this earth, I have been working on various suits for you guys, but especially one for you. I've heard of everything you've done on this earth, Alex. I've asked around. You've beaten some of the most violent aliens on earth, you defeated the head of a rebellion, and you flew a spaceship into space to save your sister. I've fought beside some of the bravest people in the world and most of them have superpowers to fall back on, but I have never met someone as dedicated as you are to your sister. Well, other than Barry," he said, smiling. "I'm serious though. Kara told me to put it on your suit. She wanted the world to know that you two play on the same team."

Alex was touched. Krypton's culture was primarily based around family and the honor of a house. It was why Alex had always held a grudge against Clark abandoning Kara at such a young age. Kara had cried to her many nights as a child, trying to explain to her that Clark wasn't supposed to do that. He wasn't supposed to leave her. He was Kryptonian, and he had a duty to his house that he wasn't fulfilling. The fact that Kara trusted her to uphold the honor of the house even after all the terrible things she had done was a privilege in and of itself. She wouldn't let her down.

"Winn got all squirmy when I told him I was designing a suit for you, so me and him teamed up to make this bad boy. Or girl, rather. I added a little piece of Earth-1 in it for you, allowing the people at the D.E.O. to track your vitals, and I also placed a GPS in at after hearing about your kidnapping incident. Winn designed it…mostly. It's made of Kevlar with a little Cisco thrown in. It should protect you against your average bullets along with alien blasters, which by the way is super cool. I can't believe you guys have for real aliens here. This isn't your average tactical gear. I wanted you to be extra protected going into the facility. I know half the time you are on a D.E.O. mission when you beat the crap out of bad guys and such, but I made you a mask anyways. I don't think we should take any chances that someone can recognize you and then trace it back to Kara."

He handed her a dark blue mask, and she placed it on her face, alarmed when it suctioned on. The mask covered all of her forehead along with her nose and cheeks, completely hiding her identity.

"Wow, Cisco. I don't know what to say," she told him, in awe of the whole thing.

"I'm not done just yet, Danvers." He turned his head and winked at her. "Or should I say, Sentry?"

"Sentry?"

He smiled at her. "I don't mean to brag, but I come up with most of the names on my earth, so I figured I could come up with one for you. Bruce, Winn, and I agreed that we don't really want to call your name in a top secret facility. Winn suggested 'overprotective badass' but that didn't exactly roll off the tongue."

"Sentry," she whispered to herself. "I love it, Cisco. Thank you."

"Anytime. The bo staff is courtesy of Sara Lance. The first time the two of you went toe to toe, she said you took her staff and used it expertly. She suggested we added it to your suit. J'onn told us not to get rid of your alien gun, so I didn't, but I added a holster for another gun just in case that one is destroyed. For more of an up close fight, I took her advice and added a staff for you to use," he nodded to the suit. "Try it on." Alex grinned at him and left, excited to try on the new suit.

Cisco sighed. He had spent weeks working day and night on the suits, anticipating when they would have to travel somewhere and fight. He felt obligated to make sure they remained safe. It was a burden he had always felt, even more so after the particle accelerator exploded and he lost his credibility. He never knew how much he loved helping people until they wouldn't let him help anymore. He got another chance when Barry came into the picture, bringing a whole team of heroes with him. The team was going to war. He could only hope they would succeed without losing anybody.

L-Corp

Lena Luthor rubbed her face, thoroughly worried. She had called Kara every day for the past two weeks, getting no answer. She had called CatCo, being assured by James Olsen that she was out on assignment for him, reporting on something in Gotham City. Articles had showed up in her name proving his claim, but she wasn't convinced. He had told her she would be gone indefinitely, and each of his excuses led her deeper and deeper into worry. It wasn't like Kara to not answer her phone.

She couldn't help but feel as if part of the silence was her fault. She still bore the weight of knowing her technology had banned Kara's boyfriend into space, and she was torn at the fact. Kara had shown her unwavering trust and faith in her while everyone else shunned her and told her she was bound to follow on the rest of her family's psychotic path. It was Kara who made Lena want to be better. To prove them all wrong, but now the woman had gone completely off the grid other than the articles sounding exactly as Kara would write it, leading to the pretense that everything was fine, but alerting a part of herself that told her something was wrong. She missed her best friend, and she was determined to find out was wrong.

She hung up from CatCo once again after being redirected to James and receiving another half-baked poor excuse. She was prepared to do whatever it took to find out what had happened and get her best friend back.

The click of the door shutting caused her to whip around, accidently knocking her pen off the desk. It rolled, stopping at the person's feet. Lena's eyes traveled upwards, and she gasped.

Lillian bent down, picking up the pen and setting it back on the desk. "Not the most flattering response. I thought you might be happy to see me."

Lena scoffed. "Oh I'm thrilled. Why wouldn't I want to see the woman who always takes advantage of me?" It's your fault that my best friend's boyfriend is orbiting around it space somewhere."

Lillian clicked her teeth together and pointed her finger towards her daughter. "No, Lena. You did."

Lena's heart constricted as she realized that her mother was right. God forbid that Lillian commits millions and millions of felonies and tortures hundreds of people, but she was right about the one thing that hit Lena the closest. It was her fault that Kara was heartbroken. It was her fault that Mon-El was gone forever.

Lillian gave her daughter a small smile, slipping her hands into her pockets. "No matter. I have a way for you to make up for your small mistake. Come with me and help me with a new project I have been developing."

Lena smirked. "No. Never. I may have hurt Kara, but I will never help you again. Get out, now," she commanded.

Lillian sighed. "I thought you would say that."

She pulled her hands from her pocket, coming away with a small cylinder and a thin piece of paper looking material. She slipped the paper-like mask over her face, the material unfolding until it covered her mouth and nose. The cylinder sputtered and began to spray a cloudy white gas over the room. Lena backed out from her desk and used her elbow to cover her face, attempting to reach the door. She stumbled, tripping over the leg of a chair and fell face first onto the ground. Lillian grabbed her daughter and lifted her, draping her arm over her shoulder. She pressed a button on her phone, and a breach immediately opened in the office. The two women silently stepped through the small blue-white portal.

The circular gust of wind stopped, and Lillian handed her unconscious daughter off to the man who was waiting on the other side. She straightened her clothes. For years she had hoped Lena would join her at Cadmus, never feeling an ounce of guilt. Now, she was practically drowning in it. Lena didn't deserve this. Hell, she didn't think she deserved this.

Two hours later, Lena was dragged from the bed she was set on and stood in front of her mother, her face red. She pulled her arm from the man's and folded her arms across her chest, glaring at her mother.

"I'm a getting an annoying sense of déjà vu," she mumbled to herself, remembering the last time her mother had done this. "Just let me go," she pleaded.

Lillian shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I need your help with something. I have been working with a new…partner. He is very demanding. We have been conducting experiments for the past few months and none of them have succeeded."

"Experiments?" Lena asked, already confused. "What do you mean?"

Lillian pressed a button, opening up a wall. They walked into the hidden room, and Lena nearly threw up. Computers were lined all throughout the room, strings of two different DNA strands on each one. In the center were vats with a cyan tint full of either broken down skeletons or degenerating fetuses. It was an atrocity, and she could barely stand to look at it. One the outside of the capsules was the House of El symbol that she had seen on Superman and Supergirl.

"What are you doing? What is this? Mother, you need to stop. This isn't right," Lena told her, immediately feeling queasy.

"No, Lena. I need you. You're the only one who can help. We took Supergirl's blood and combined it with another's. We were going to use Superman's until we discovered who was the strongest of the two after their fight in National City. It was only logical to take hers. We have tried to replicate our own personal Kryptonian to rival them, however we cannot regulate the correct amount of growth hormones to slow the aging after he has reached the desired size. Help me, Lena. I can't do it without it you."

She gestured to the capsules. "Welcome to Project Superboy."