You know, at the rate I'm going, half of this book is going to be original scenes. Seriously, over half of this chapter is. Well, as long as I update, you guys are probably happy.

The Earth-Xers get the news, and the heroes regroup at S.T.A.R. Labs to discover what's going on.

***

Oliver looked down at the blinking signal in his hand, watching the SS symbol flash red repeatedly. When the red light never came back and the beeping ended, he closed his eyes, closing his hand around the signal. "He's gone," he said blankly.

Behind him, Wells turned around to look at him. "Who? Merlyn?"

Kara walked out from where she had been waiting, looking in concern over at Oliver. "The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," Oliver confirmed.

Kara closed her eyes sadly, then Wells scoffed. "He always seemed kind of soft to me."

Kara walked forward slowly, seeing how tense Oliver was. "Oliver?" she asked quietly.

"He died for you," he told her, making her stop short. "And we will make his death worthwhile."

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," Wells reminded him.

Kara shot him a warning look as Oliver growled angrily. "Keep your focus where it belongs, and get to work on locating that prism!"

"Watch your tone," Wells narrowed his eyes. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Oliver turned to Wells, narrowing his own eyes, then lashed out, pushing Wells against the wall, drawing one of his arrows and pointing it at his throat. "Oliver!" Kara cried.

"Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" Oliver seethed as Wells coughed.

"You're angry," Wells smirked. "And I like it."

"Don't you mock me!" Oliver yelled.

"Don't threaten me," Wells countered. "Or have you forgotten?" He lifted his hand, and Oliver gave it a quick glance when it started vibrating. "I can end your life before you birth your next thought."

Oliver held his ground, narrowing his eyes at Wells. He wasn't going to move. He didn't need to.

His faith was rewarded when before Wells could move further than an inch, a black-gloved hand grabbed his wrist. "Try it once I break every bone in your body," Kara hissed angrily, and Oliver smirked when he heard the sound of bones breaking.

Wells sighed. "OK, we're all a little emotional. Here's what I suggest: I will stop vibrating my hand, you stop breaking my wrist, and you . . . be ten percent less brooding."

Wells stopped vibrating his hand, and Oliver narrowed his eyes, backing away. When he dropped his arrow, letting it clatter on the concrete, Kara threw Wells's hand away from her. "We accomplish nothing by arguing amongst ourselves," she told them.

"It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned," Wells ground out. "We came here to conquer this Earth! Or have you forgotten?"

"Locate the Prism," Oliver glared at him. "Please." Wells huffed, cradling his wrist in his hand. "Once we have identified the location of the target, I will devise a plan of attack."

Wells shot both of them nasty looks, but walked out without another word. Kara watched him go, then turned to Oliver. "I'm sorry about Tommy," she said quietly. "You were closer to him than I ever could have been."

"He should've died in the church before he allowed himself to be captured," Oliver shook his head, turning to look at her. "Kara, we need that Prism. We are running out of time."

"You have to trust in the plan, Oliver," Kara stepped forward, closer to him. "You should. It's yours."

Oliver considered her as they drew closer still. "And do you trust me?"

Kara reached up, and Oliver took a deep breath when she cupped his cheek. "Yes," she emphasized. "With all of my heart."

Oliver gave her a small smile, which she returned, then leaned down and kissed her.

***

"You're kidding me," Curtis's eyes widened as he stared at Felicity on the other end of their connection. "Are you kidding me?! This feels like a really bad wedding prank."

"No, I wish," Felicity shook her head as she set up the tablet so Winn and Lena could see.

"Do you want us to come there?" Curtis offered. "I mean, Dig's on the mend, but Dinah, Rene, and I can be up there in a . . . what's another word for 'flash?'"

"No, I need you guys in the bunker, expanding our search for the Earth-Xers," Felicity shook her head. "I linked S.T.A.R. Labs' system up with ours so you can know what's going on as we do."

"Copy that," Curtis nodded. "I will get to work on hacking Palmer Tech's spectrometers – hey," he glared at Winn when he snorted. " – to help search for Nazis."

"See you soon," Felicity waved.

Curtis nodded, and she sighed as the connection ended. "Nazis," Lena repeated, running a hand through her hair as she paced. "I can't believe it's Nazis."

"I know," Winn nodded. "I mean, Barry mentioned that there could be a possibility that there's an Earth where they won World War II, but seeing Nazis from such an Earth . . . " He whistled lowly.

"Yeah, not to mention one of them is an exact copy of Oliver's best friend and Malcolm's son," Felicity winced. "I am not the most avid Malcolm Merlyn fan, but it's hard to not feel sorry for him after that."

"No kidding," Lena shook her head.

***

Malcolm sat in one of the rooms as far away from the pipeline as he could get, checking the arrows he had brought with him. After Tommy had died, Kara had gotten them away from the pipeline as quickly as she could. Oliver and Thea were together now, and Malcolm had disappeared not long after.

He heard a familiar set of footsteps behind him and snorted, shaking his head. He recognized those footsteps; of course he wouldn't be able to hide from him. "You know when I said I would give anything to see Tommy again?"

"I do," Slade confirmed, sitting down in one of the other chairs.

Malcolm scoffed, pricking his finger on the tip of one of his arrowheads. "I didn't mean as a Nazi."

"No, I imagine not," Slade shook his head.

Malcolm sighed, putting the arrow back in his quiver and sitting back up in his chair. "Knowing that Laurel had an evil doppelgänger on Earth-2 and is now fighting alongside us is one thing," he told Slade. "But to see Tommy so utterly changed . . . " He pinched the bridge of his nose. "God, it was like looking in a mirror and seeing who I was back during the Undertaking."

"That's not the man you are now, wizard," Slade shook his head.

"Magician," Malcolm automatically corrected before giving Slade a dirty look when he smirked. "Nice try."

"Give me credit for it, at least," Slade shrugged. "We've both had rotten luck with finding our sons again."

"At least yours wasn't a Nazi," Malcolm grumbled.

"No, but he modeled himself after a version of me that was a monster," Slade pointed out. "You are not to blame for your son's doppelgänger not being the version of him you knew. Mine . . . " He sighed. "Joe remembers me as I was when I had the mirakuru, when I was at my worst. That is the last type of person I want my son to remember me as. Your son, the Tommy you knew and was like Oliver's brother, was not at all the man who you saw in the pipeline. And I think that if your Tommy could see how you've changed, he would be proud to call you his father."

Malcolm gave him a small smile. "Keep that encouragement up for yourself. You'll get your son back."

"One can only hope," Slade sighed.

Malcolm laughed, shaking his head. "God, what rotten luck we've got in the son department."

"Well," Slade smirked. "Misery loves company."

***

From where she stood outside the room, Sara frowned, listening to the two speak together. As if Nazis from another Earth wasn't enough, two of the world's worst men were chatting like old friends. What had the universe come to?

"Surprised yet?"

Sara whipped around, only to see Laurel leaning against the wall, a smug smirk on her face. "Don't do that," she hissed.

"What?" Laurel shrugged. "I'd have thought you'd have noticed me. But, then again, I guess you had better things to do by eavesdropping."

Sara huffed, walking off. "Putting the word 'good' with Slade Wilson and Malcolm Merlyn does not cross my mind at the moment."

"No, I guess not," Laurel agreed, walking to catch up with her. "After all, there was the Gambit, Lian Yu, Slade's attack on Star City, Malcolm drugging Thea to kill you . . . "

"Go ahead, rub salt in the wounds," Sara snapped.

"This coming from the woman who sold her soul to the Devil?"

Sara stopped in her tracks, narrowing her eyes at Laurel. "What has that got to do with any of this?"

"You think I didn't know anything about this Earth when I came here?" Laurel turned to face her. "I learned my father was still alive. I learned Oliver was still alive, and not only that, but he took the mantle his father had on Earth-2. And most importantly, I learned about you . . . and I heard that for years, you were an assassin. In fact, you trained with the same people that Malcolm did."

"Your point?" Sara frowned.

"You had the same baggage he did," Laurel folded her arms. "Sounds like you stayed even longer than Malcolm did, too. He sought vengeance for his wife, and for him, that was destroying the Glades. Even if it was huge, and massive, he did what he thought was right to get justice." She tilted her head. "Don't tell me you haven't been at all tempted to go about in your time ship and find Damien Darhk before he could kill your Laurel and kill him to stop her death."

Sara bit deep into her lip. "I can't believe you're defending them."

"I'm defending them because I was there to see the good they could do when they needed to do it," Laurel shot back. "If you won't listen to Kara, then maybe you'll listen to someone who has your sister's face. They weren't good before, I'll give you that. But that's the only version of them it seems like you remember. Wait for them to come through. You'll see how changed they are."

Sara took a deep breath as Laurel walked past. "You really aren't my sister, are you?"

Laurel stopped in her tracks. "No," she shook her head, turning around to look at her. "I'm not. Just like you're not the Sara I had on Earth-2."

Sara blinked in surprise at that, turning around to ask Laurel what she meant, but the meta had already disappeared.

***

"OK," Kara announced as she entered the breach room, and Oliver started from where he was sitting on the stairs. "Caitlin and Wells are trying to track down the Earth-Xers using some sort of dimensional . . . something . . . thingy, and Lena and Winn are going to help them. Felicity just contacted Curtis, they're doing the same back in Star City."

"Right," Oliver cleared his throat, nodding. "Good."

Kara sat down next to him, taking his hand. "I'm sorry about Tommy," she told him.

"It wasn't Tommy," Oliver shook his head. "He said that they are trying to mount some sort of invasion."

Kara sighed. "I haven't had to deal with doppelgängers that much, but I guess I should prepare for anything."

"Yeah," Oliver agreed quietly.

Kara looked at him, then squeezed his hand. "This isn't about Tommy, is it?"

"No," Oliver shook his head. "You know what I was thinking?"

"Mmm?"

"We seem to have rotten luck with weddings."

Kara's eyebrows shot up. "Do tell."

Oliver sighed. "Two years ago, Felicity and I got engaged . . . ten minutes later, she was shot and paralyzed. Barry and Iris have a wedding, and Nazis crash it."

"OK, yeah, that is rotten," Kara admitted. "But, come on, there is no way that any of you could have known that was gonna happen." She grinned teasingly. "If that's what you're worried about, we could always elope."

Oliver snorted loudly. "First, you deserve better than that. Second, I can think of several people on your Earth who would kill me if we ran away and got married behind their backs."

"I was teasing, Oliver," Kara giggled. "My point is, don't stress about this, please. As opposed to Barry and Iris, who have been friends since childhood and have known each other for years, we just met a year ago and live over thirty universes apart. There's not exactly a guidebook for how to go about a relationship like this. Please, don't feel like I'm expecting anything from you."

"I don't," Oliver shook his head, wrapping his arm around her. "I'm still figuring out how lucky I am to have you."

"Well," Kara curled up into him. "I'm not going anywhere, so I guess you're stuck with me."

Oliver smiled fondly, kissing the top of her head. "It's not a bad life."

Kara hummed in agreement. "Better with two."

Oliver couldn't help but laugh, hugging her closer. "Amen to that."

***

I'm sorry, how could I resist dropping those Doctor Who quotes in there? Easy: I couldn't.

We'll see if I get another chapter out tonight. Not sure if I will yet or not, but we'll see. Hope you guys have enjoyed these two in the meantime!