I did not expect to have 5.6K words in the very first part . . . huh. Guess that shows how long this may turn out to be.

It's game night at the Danvers-Queen loft, Lena has things to show Sam, Mon-El has things to show Kara, and then everything goes bonkers.

***

Lena walked away from her computer towards the unit Sam was unconscious in, then took a deep breath. "Start recording," she ordered, and a faint beep sounded. "This is day nine with the subject. My preliminary findings show a karyokinetic anomaly, confirming my initial hypothesis that she has been transforming . . . mutating into the other. Subject remains in a medically-induced coma. However, further testing will require consciousness, so I will now end sedation on the subject." She reached over to the IV line and tapped a button. "Stop recording." The computer beeped again, and Lena took a deep breath, looking over at a picture frame of Sam and Ruby on the bedside table. "When you wake up, please be Sam," she begged.

***

"Go!" Lucy called, flipping over the hourglass on the table.

Felicity, Kara, James, and Winn immediately started shouting out guesses from the floor while Laurel laughed hysterically across from them, leaning back against Malcolm's legs as he laughed, too. Slade and Alex just exchanged looks and snorted in amusement, Oliver and Dig covering their mouths as they tried not to laugh too much, either. From where she was also watching on the floor, Evelyn stared around Kara's loft with wide eyes before turning to the boy next to her. "Is game night usually this . . . enthusiastic?"

"They're just getting warmed up," William grinned.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" J'onn protested as he and Quentin walked over. "That - that doesn't count!"

"Why?" M'yrnn asked in confusion.

"Mr. J'onzz?" William grinned as Evelyn giggled next to him. "You shapeshifted."

M'yrnn blinked, then looked down at the astronaut suit he was wearing. "Oh." Winn and Felicity both burst out laughing, Oliver grinning widely. "Human games have so many rules," the older Martian complained.

"I don't know," Dig reached over to exaggerate looking at the rules of charades. "I don't see shapeshifting anywhere in the rules."

"I agree," Lucy pointed at him.

"You know what," Alex waved it off. "It's fine. Just let him have it. We're slaughtering 'em anyway."

"Amen," Kara agreed, lifting up her wine glass, scooting back to lean against the couch. Oliver leaned down and tapped the bottom of his beer bottle against the rim of her glass, both drinking at the same time.

"The Martian Man-Father strikes again!" Winn announced dramatically as M'yrnn sat down.

Kara spat out her drink as Oliver choked on his. "Martian Man-Father?" Quentin repeated with an amused grin as Oliver coughed violently, Dig clapping him on the back.

"Fine," Winn rolled his head as he stood up. "The Martian Dad-Hunter."

Alex snorted loudly as William and Evelyn rolled on the ground laughing. "OK, the adults need more wine," Kara declared, climbing to her feet.

"Not these two!" Alex and Laurel called at the same time.

"Shut up!" Slade and Malcolm responded as if on automatic.

That just brought about a new round of laughter. "Keep playing," Kara giggled, taking her glass.

"I'll help," Oliver volunteered, standing up as well.

As Winn drew a card, the pair headed over to the island, J'onn coming over as well. "Oh, this is nice to have," Kara sighed happily.

"It is," Oliver agreed. "And it's good to have all of us here."

"I'm glad it worked out," Kara nodded, looking at J'onn. "For you and your father, too."

"Me, too," J'onn nodded, watching the game as Kara got a new bottle of wine and the bottle opener.

"I'm sorry he's going through this," Oliver told him.

"Thank you, Oliver," J'onn smiled appreciatively.

"He's strong, though," Kara said, working on opening the wine bottle.

"Yeah," J'onn nodded. "He seems to be taking this better than I am. He's doing everything he can to keep his mind sharp. He's - "

"The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover!" M'yrnn shouted.

It was Malcolm's turn to choke on his drink as protests erupted around the room. "What?" Evelyn's jaw dropped as William collapsed against her.

"Cheating again!" J'onn huffed as Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to stop a wide grin from forming on his face. "Come on, Dad, no mind-reading!"

"You keep accusing me of not following the rules?" M'yrnn sniffed. "You are one to talk."

"Oh, story time," Laurel grinned.

"Yes, please, tell us a story," Felicity pulled her feet underneath her anxiously.

"Ah," M'yrnn smiled. "My son used to wait for me to leave, and the moment I had gone, he would switch around the pieces on the Ok-Rock-Tock board." The Earth-38ers looked at J'onn incredulously as Laurel snickered into her wine. "When I caught him, he blamed his imaginary friend . . . " He faltered, thinking. "What was his name?"

"Wait, wait, wait," James shook his head. "I'm sorry . . . you had an imaginary friend?" he asked J'onn.

"No, I - " J'onn started to shake his head.

"Oh, yes, he did!" M'yrnn interrupted. "You said he was a fifth-dimensional imp who came just to move the pieces."

Kara mocked a gag, and Oliver snorted. "Wasn't that one alien you were telling me tried to marry you a fifth dimensional imp?"

"Yup," Kara confirmed, popping the "p."

M'yrnn scratched the back of his head. "What was his name?" he wondered.

J'onn fidgeted, then sighed. "Zook."

"Zook?" Dig grinned widely as Felicity and Winn howled in laughter.

"Zook!" Evelyn and William repeated as they laughed, too.

"'Zook! It was Zook!'" M'yrnn nodded furiously, just barely heard over all the laughter. "That was you!"

Oliver smiled as he watched their friends and family interact, his gaze drawn to where his son was laughing with Evelyn on the floor. "This was a good idea," he told Kara quietly as J'onn tried to explain himself. "I think we all needed this."

"I agree," Kara nodded. "Especially Evelyn. She's enjoying herself."

"She should," Oliver said. "I don't think game night was a criminal cabal activity."

Kara shook her head in agreement. "It's just good to see everyone relax, too."

"Mmm," Oliver nodded thoughtfully.

Kara saw where his gaze was veering, and she leaned against the counter by him. "And maybe, since you, John, and Felicity have decided to stay for a while longer, you can tell John about your decision to keep the hood," she suggested.

"I was just thinking that," Oliver smiled down at her.

"Well," Kara drawled, leaning her head on his shoulder and blinking innocently up at him. "Great minds think alike."

Oliver chuckled, pecking her on the lips. "That they do."

A buzzing from over by the couch caught their attention. "Wait a minute!" Alex called, reaching over to pick up her phone, Slade tilting his head as he sat up straighter next to her. "It's a trouble alert," she told Kara. "There's a big disturbance downtown."

"Well," Kara straightened up as well, walking around the counter. "Time to get back to the salt mine."

Alex nodded, taking a swig of her beer, then frowned when she realized what Kara was doing. Dig, Felicity, William, and Evelyn stared as James did a double take, and even Oliver raised an eyebrow at Kara. "Angel?" he asked slowly.

Kara looked up from unbuttoning her shirt, her suit underneath, and blushed when she realized all the attention she was getting. "What?" she protested. "I like this shirt!"

As soon as the shirt was off, Kara flew out the window past them, out into the night. All of them stared after her before Slade snorted and lifted his beer to his lips with a mutter of, "I wonder who got that for her, then?"

Barely a second later, he was raising his hand to catch the ice cream scoop thrown at his head. "Shut up!" Oliver barked, though he didn't deny anything as Malcolm and Laurel burst out laughing again.

Evelyn slowly turned to look at William, her eyes still wide. "Yeah," William could barely speak through his laughter. "This is more like it."

***

Kara arrived at the alien bar just in time to snatch the alcohol bottle thrown at Demos's head. "Can't hold your liquor?" she asked the female alien sneering at her, then put the bottle aside. "What happened?"

"She just went crazy, started wrecking the place," Demos answered.

"You get everyone out of here," Kara told him. "I'll take care of her." She flew at the alien, only to get shoved back into one of the arcade games on the wall. Kara panted as she hefted herself up, then pouted when she realized what she had crashed into. "I had the high score on that!" she complained.

She tossed the alien into the camera booth nearby, and Kara winced, ignoring the flashes as they threw punches left and right. She finally knocked the alien out of the booth, watching her fall on the ground unconscious. She panted heavily as she climbed out, then heard a whir from the booth. Blinking, she looked down to see a roll of pictures be produced, and curious, she plucked them from the booth.

She laughed when she saw all the pictures were of her fighting the alien, and amused, she picked up the alien to take her to the D.E.O.

***

"I kind of want these for the bunker," Felicity cocked her head as she looked at the pictures as well.

"Take one," Kara told her, looking at Alex as she ran a scan on the alien lying unconscious. "Alex?"

"Well, she's a Kalanorian," Alex announced, looking up from her computer. "No criminal record."

"Then why did she go all Road House on me?" Kara frowned. "Demos says she wasn't provoked."

"Let's assume that not all of us in the room know what a Kalanorian is?" Dig cleared his throat.

"Kalanorians are psychics," J'onn explained. "Empaths."

"Could she have picked up on another psychic?" Oliver asked.

Dig shuddered as J'onn's eyes turned red. "That's still freaky."

"My fiancée is an alien who shoots lasers from her eyes can freeze things with her breath, and that's still freaky?" Oliver couldn't help but ask in amusement.

"Hey, I've still technically known Kara longer than J'onn," Dig defended himself as Felicity snickered.

"I'm not seeing any psionic anomalies," J'onn finally said.

"Well, she tore that bar up," Alex frowned.

"Her species are prone to outbursts during astronomical events," J'onn thought.

"Such as?" Oliver tilted his head.

"Mercury's in retrograde," J'onn answered.

"Wait," Felicity blinked. "You mean, like, astrology?"

"More like complex, luminal and gravatic shifts that determine Kalanorian brain function," J'onn shook his head.

"So astrology," Felicity nodded. "Got it."

"Put her in containment," J'onn ordered. "We have these Worldkillers to focus on."

"Anything?" J'onn asked as he, Kara, Oliver, Dig, and Felicity walked back into the main room.

"We've been using every device on our ship to try and track Purity and Reign since the subway attack, but there's no sign of them," Mon-El shook his head.

"As they say on the farm, 'not a peep,'" Winn sighed.

"Not bad," Laurel complimented.

"Thanks!"

"Imra thinks they're looking for Pestilence," Mon-El said.

"Who we still know nothing about," Malcolm frowned.

"Right," Mon-El nodded, "and based on our experiences with the Blight in the future, Pestilence should be the easiest to see coming. The Blight presents as diseases, plagues, real Old Testament stuff. Winn?"

"Yeah," he nodded, picking up his tablet and tapping a few keys.

"I think this should qualify," Mon-El pointed over his shoulder.

"Holy frack!" Felicity's jaw dropped as footage showed glaciers with red pouring everywhere.

"OK," Dig rubbed his eyes. "That's messed up."

"I couldn't agree more," Slade swallowed.

"Brainy and Imra went to check it out," Mon-El nodded.

"Better them and not us," Winn whistled. "I hate the cold. Very thin skin."

"You're sure it's not the rivers of blood?" Malcolm raised an eyebrow.

Winn grimaced. "It's amazing how much subtlety you lack."

"What if Reign and Purity find Pestilence before we do?" J'onn asked.

"They won't," Mon-El said confidently.

"And if they do, we'll be ready," Kara nodded, looking at Mon-El. "Which means it's time for us to start training. Teach me how you fight in the future."

Mon-El smirked. "Think it's time we make you a Legionnaire."

Kara followed Mon-El out of the room, giving Oliver a knowing eye. He nodded back, clearing his throat. "Uh, John?"

"Yeah?" Dig looked at him.

Oliver took a deep breath. "Can we talk somewhere else?"

Dig had a feeling he knew what they were about to talk about when Winn hastily turned around and Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel pretended to be interested in whatever he was looking at. "Sure," he nodded. "Lead the way."

***

Lena's attention was drawn away from her pacing by a change in Sam's breathing. She looked over to see Sam blink her eyes open and try to sit up. "Relax," she advised quietly.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Sam mumbled, sleep slurring her tone, but she froze as she looked around. "Where's Ruby?"

"She's with her nanny," Lena answered. "She's safe."

Sam sighed; she was relieved about that, at least. "Tell me," she said as she sat up completely. "What's wrong with me?"

"Most of your blood tests came back as normal," Lena answered, "but I also studied your salt replication process. There's trace evidence that your cells have undergone a mitotal mutation that I've only seen in insects. It indicates metamorphosis. When you black out, your body seems to be changing on a cellular level."

"Changing?" Sam repeated with a frown. "To what?"

"To her," Lena answered with a swallow. "Reign."

Sam stared at her incredulously. "I'm not an alien," she said slowly. "I don't have special powers. I bleed. I get sick. My adoption papers say I'm from Scranton. Look, I know you mean well, but I don't have the patience for this," she started to get out of bed. "I have to go see my daughter."

"Wait," Lena held up a hand, stopping Sam in her tracks. "I thought this might be hard for you to accept, so I also compiled a timeline of the blackouts so you could remember." She picked up her tablet and tapped on it, activating the TV in Sam's containment unit. "This is the first one." The news footage from Reign's attack on Edge Industries appeared. "And the next." Sam started shaking her head as images of Reign taking out the One-Seven Gang appeared. "And the next," Lena continued, swallowing hard as the image of Reign standing over Supergirl flickered on screen. God, she would never forget that image for as long as she lived. "And the next - "

"This was a mistake," Sam shook her head defiantly, getting up and walking away. "I need to go see my daughter."

She ran smack into the forcefield at the edge of the unit, and surprised, Sam staggered backwards. She stared at the air in front of her, then cautiously tapped with a few fingers. She jumped away when the blue forcefield flickered to life, and Sam spun around, looking at Lena in shock. "Lena, are you kidding me?" she demanded. "Let me out!"

"I can't," Lena shook her head, tears choking her voice. "You asked me to help you."

***

Kara grimaced as Mon-El played a 3-D view of her fight against Reign in the training room. "She doesn't fight, she hunts," the Daxamite explained. "All power, all aggression. Stop!" he ordered.

Kara's eyes widened as the image froze with Reign about to hit her. "Wow!"

"Yeah, Brainy stitched this together from every bank-cam, satellite image, and cellphone video he could find," Mon-El nodded.

"That's so cool!" Kara gushed, bending down to see more. "The future's cool!"

Mon-El chuckled. "Welcome to the 31st century."

Kara shook her head in awe, standing back up. "Yeah, so what's the point, though?" she asked, walking around the image. "Big chunk of concrete is not gonna do anything to me that her fists couldn't do better."

"She's playing with her food," Mon-El answered, walking around to join her.

Kara perked up. "That's how I beat her," she pointed. "Can . . . can we rewind?" The image played back, and Kara nodded, crouching down. "Yeah, she's got me beat on muscle somehow, but all that power is coming from the ground, from that planted foot right there," she pointed, Mon-El humming in agreement. "And she doesn't bother with footwork. So when she goes high, that's my window."

"It's also where your cape comes in," Mon-El said as they stood up, turning the image off. "If she wants to be a bull, you be a bullfighter."

The door to the training room opened, and Winn all but skipped in, declaring, "I have done something amazing!"

"Did you find Pestilence?" Kara asked hopefully.

Winn paused. "I have done something OK," he amended, but his smile was still wide as he pointed. "You, come here."

"What?" Mon-El asked, not sure if he should be concerned or not as he walked over.

Winn just beamed, putting his hands on his shoulders. "I have fixed your old suit."

Mon-El's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Winn!"

Winn laughed happily as Mon-El picked him up in a bear hug, Kara's shoulders shaking as she watched. "Hey, can I say it?" Winn begged. "Can I say it? Please?"

"Yes," Kara giggled, nodding her agreement.

Winn's smile grew impossibly larger. "Suit up!"

***

J'onn walked into the apartment he shared with his father to see him with a familiar board in front of him. "I, um . . . " He cleared his throat. "Brought lunch."

The balls rolling around the board stopped. "You are worried about something, my son," M'yrnn said. "Speak."

"Um . . . " J'onn walked forward hesitantly. "How are you feeling?"

"Never better," M'yrnn answered, the balls starting to roll again. "Ok-Rock-Tock is good for my mind."

"Sure," J'onn nodded, eyes glowing red. "Memory, strategy."

"More than that," M'yrnn said. "It hears my thoughts. It connects me to my ancestors as I navigate the labyrinth of the board. Centering me, easing my mind."

"That's good," J'onn nodded, walking around the table. "That's good. And it's, um . . . it's helping?"

"It's been twelve hours and forty-six minutes since you asked. You fear my condition has worsened in this time?"

"No," J'onn shook his head. "It's just that . . . we did bring in a Kalanorian who had a psychic breakdown at a bar."

M'yrnn's eyes opened as he looked up at his son. "I thought I felt something."

"It was you?" J'onn blinked.

"You know I have been doing the Ta'ar Kar'iq to keep my memories from fleeing," M'yrnn told him. "You should have told me there were Kalanorians here."

"I'm sorry, Father," J'onn nodded.

"In any event, I will be more careful," M'yrnn told him. "Now come, play a match with me. I never tire of beating you."

"I got to get back to work," J'onn shook his head. "Why don't you bring the game to the D.E.O. and we can play later?"

"As soon as I finish my game against Zook," M'yrnn nodded. J'onn did a double take, watching in concern as M'yrnn's eyes flicked around the room. "He was . . . right here." He looked up at J'onn in confusion. "Where is he?"

"Dad?" J'onn swallowed.

Then M'yrnn winked, and J'onn rolled his eyes, torn between annoyance and relief. "A joke," M'yrnn grinned.

"Not funny, Dad," J'onn huffed.

"Only because you did not see your face!"

***

Oliver silently closed the door to the training room neighboring Kara and Mon-El, even though the action made him feel like he was suffocating slightly. He figured that as soon as the door clicked shut, someone would be checking security cameras constantly just to make sure everything was going well.

Oliver wasn't sure what he thought about that idea as he turned to face Dig, who was looking at him with a face that clearly said he knew what conversation was about to take place. "You know?" he guessed.

"That you're not giving up the hood?" Dig raised an eyebrow. When Oliver nodded, he repeated the motion. "I guess I should have taken the hint the way you kept putting me off, right?"

"John, I've been waiting for the right moment, the appropriate moment, to tell you, because for a long time, I didn't know how to," Oliver told him, holding up his hand. "And it's very important that you know this." Dig nodded, and Oliver took a deep breath. "When I asked you to take over for me, I meant it. When I put the hood back on and said 'it's just until you get back on your feet,' I meant it. But I did put the hood back on, and it took me talking to Thea to really figure this out. The hood . . . it's a part of me, and it makes me feel like I'm being the best version of myself, and I feel whole, and I feel complete . . . " He trailed off, wincing a bit. "And I really, really hope that this is making sense."

Dig nodded slowly, then quicker. "Yeah," he told him. "The hood is part of you now."

"I should have been upfront with you, and I avoided having what I thought might be a tough conversation," Oliver admitted.

Dig gave a tight smile. "Well, I appreciate you telling me this, Oliver. Thank you."

Oliver nodded, giving a small smile back, then felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out, checking the text he found he had received going to him and someone else. "I need to take this," he told Dig, heading for the door.

"Sure, man," Dig nodded absently. "Go ahead."

Oliver smiled thankfully, not seeing Dig's smile tense as he opened the door. He paused when he saw Slade standing right outside, and he quickly closed the door before Dig saw. "Something interesting happen you were about to tell me?" he asked sarcastically.

"Depends," Slade raised an eyebrow. "How did he take it?"

Oliver blew out his breath. "It could have gone much worse."

"That's a victory," Slade nodded as they walked down the hall. "Did you get the message?"

"That's why I was on my way out. The usual?"

"Usual," Slade agreed as they headed for the exit of the D.E.O.

***

Lena walked out of the elevator, raising an eyebrow when she saw Sam standing on the other side of the forcefield. "Have you thought about what I told you?" she asked.

"I get squeamish whenever Ruby asks me to kill a spider," Sam said. "How could you possibly think I could kill people?"

"I don't think you could," Lena answered.

Sam frowned. "So you think I have a split personality?"

"Essentially, yes," Lena nodded. "Reign is a completely separate entity. Whenever she takes over, you lose all awareness, all control. Your DNA rewrites itself." Sam stared at her for a long time, and Lena swallowed. "Please, Sam, understand that I would not tell you this if I wasn't sure."

"So this is what I get for asking for your help?" Sam asked bitterly.

Lena frowned uneasily. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You ask an oncologist, they'll say cancer," Sam answered, her tone cold and biting. "You ask a surgeon, they'll cut you open. You ask a Luthor, they'll tell you you're a supervillain."

Lena swallowed hard, struggling to keep her composure. She was saved by her phone chiming, and she turned away to see the text she had gotten.

I'm assuming the usual is what's needed?

Lena sighed and walked towards the elevator, typing out a response as Sam glowered at her back. Head on up.

***

She walked into her office, shut the doors behind her, then leaned her forehead against the wood, taking a few deep breaths. "Lena?" Oliver asked in concern, setting down the cardboard tray he had been carrying, Slade looking away from the windows. "Are you OK?"

"You ask an oncologist, they'll say cancer," Lena repeated Sam's words, her voice wobbling. "You ask a surgeon, they'll cut you open. You ask a Luthor, they'll tell you you're a supervillain."

"Oh, God," Oliver cringed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"She knows?" Slade guessed.

"She knows," Lena confirmed, walking over and finding her usual go-to. "Thank you for this, by the way."

"It's no problem," Oliver shook his head. "It's a slow day at the D.E.O. anyway."

"How long will that last, ten minutes?" Lena snorted as she took a drink.

"So what's going on?" Slade asked.

Lena sighed, sitting down on her desk. "I told Sam she's Reign," she said. "Showed her when she was Reign, which coincided with her blackouts, but she doesn't want to accept it."

"I don't blame her," Oliver admitted, taking a sip of his own coffee. "Sam doesn't seem like she'd want to hurt a fly, and Reign . . . "

"Beat Kara black and blue and into a coma," Slade finished.

"Thank you, Slade, that's really what I wanted to be reminded of," Oliver grimaced.

"Sorry, kid."

"I just don't know what more I can do to convince her," Lena admitted, taking a drink.

"Then you show her something that she can't deny," Oliver told her.

"Like what?"

"Herself," Slade answered.

Oliver nodded in agreement. "Sometimes to make people see who they really are, make them see what's wrong with them . . . you've gotta hold up a mirror so they can see what they've become."

***

Kara looked up as footsteps approached, and her eyes widened as she took in Mon-El's suit - red with blue boots and cape. "Wow," she finally managed to say.

"You always said I cleaned up nicely," Mon-El grinned cheekily, making her laugh. "It's just like old times, huh? Training again."

"Except I basically had to twist your arm to train," Kara reminded him. "you had no interest in being a hero. And now . . . "

She gestured to him, and Mon-El nodded. "I've come a long way." Kara nodded in agreement, and Mon-El raised an eyebrow, taking a step back. "You ready?"

"Yeah, I was born ready," Kara grinned, throwing a punch right away.

She wasn't expecting Mon-El to whip his cape up and wrap it around her fist. Kara stared in shock, then yelped as Mon-El dragged her forward and knocked her feet out from under her, tripping her and sending her face first to the floor. "If she's not gonna use her feet, use yours," he advised.

Kara grunted as she got to her knees. "But can my cape even do that?"

"Yeah," Mon-El nodded simply.

Kara blinked. "I did not know that."

"Yeah, I won't either for another thousand years," Mon-El shrugged. "We studied your cape to make mine. It's Kryptonian meta-material. Smart cloth."

Kara nodded. "Show me."

***

"Dad," J'onn told M'yrnn as they walked into the D.E.O., "while you're here, why don't I run you by the med bay, have Alex run some new scans on you? Shouldn't take long."

"No," M'yrnn shook his head, walking into one of the rooms. "It is time for me to pray."

J'onn watched him go, then silently nodded and headed towards the main room.

***

"Hey," Winn jogged down the stairs to where Felicity and Demos were at their computers. "Any sign of the Worldkillers?"

"Zilch," Felicity shook her head.

"Still nothing," Demos agreed.

"Well, one of you can catch a break," Winn said, leaning over to check his computer. "I'm gonna take over scanning for a while."

Felicity nodded, cracking her knuckles, but Demos grimaced and bent over. "Demos?" she frowned, standing up to walk over. "You OK?"

"I'm fine," Demos snapped, glaring up at her. "You don't need to baby everyone even if they just get a paper cut, Smoak!"

"Whoa," Felicity held up her hands, stopping in her tracks. "What?"

"Hey, back off her," Winn glared.

"And you," Demos spun to glare at Winn. "I know what I'm doing. You don't need to take over anything, Schott."

"I didn't say that you didn't know what you were doing," Winn scowled as Felicity slowly backed up. "You need to get out of here right now!"

***

Kara growled in frustration as she tried her cape on the training dummy Mon-El set up, only for it to slide off. "Damn!"

"Keep your back foot planted," Mon-El advised. "You have it."

Kara tried again, finally getting her cape to wrap around. She smiled victoriously, only for it to fall off her face when she yanked, and her cape slid off instead of pulling the dummy with it. "Why isn't this working?" she demanded.

"I don't know," Mon-El frowned, trying his cape. He managed to wrap it around - tightly, too - and was able to successfully launch the dummy across the room.

"I mean, the steps are easy," Kara growled. "I should be getting this!"

"Well, go easy on yourself," Mon-El told her. "The first time you trained me, you kicked me around the room like a hacky sack. It was humbling. I was - "

"Hungover," Kara scowled at him. "You were hungover."

Mon-El cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'd forgotten that part."

"Can we keep training, please?" Kara asked.

Mon-El nodded, settling into a position, then Kara started throwing punches.

***

"'Cause I programmed the system," Demos was hissing as Felicity watched with wide eyes.

"I input every parameter, every radiation marker to trace them, so yeah," Winn hissed. "Yeah, I think that makes me the expert."

***

"Throw the punch," Kara ordered.

"Maybe we should take a break," Mon-El began.

"Throw it!" Kara growled.

Mon-El sighed, then did so. Kara whipped her cape up, wrapping it around Mon-El's wrist, but she didn't yank hard enough to move him. Mon-El's foot connected with the back of her ankle, and Kara fell hard on her back.

***

"The rest of us were the experts before you got here and traded your friendship with Supergirl for favor with Director J'onzz!" Demos snapped.

"Oh?" Winn raised an eyebrow. "If you were in charge, we'd still be wondering if Reign was an alien!"

***

Mon-El whipped his cape towards a charging Kara, who slid on the ground under him at the last second. She got to her feet and spun towards Mon-El, who ducked low this time and swung again. Kara jumped and did a somersault in midair, landing behind Mon-El, panting heavily. She was on him at once, Mon-El hastily raising his arms to block the punches aimed at his torso.

***

"You egotistical, little son of a serial killer!" Demos growled, shoving Winn away from him, just as Dig and Laurel ran into view.

"Oh, thank God," Felicity said in relief as Dig and Laurel slowed. "You made it."

"What, you need us to clean up a mess?" Laurel scowled.

"Whoa," Felicity's eyes widened as Laurel turned to glare at her. "What did you just say?"

"I said," Laurel growled, stepping towards her, "do you need us to clean up a mess? Isn't that what normally happens when all you're good for is hacking away on your little computers, not getting your hands dirty while it's us out there with our lives on the line?"

"Step away, Siren," Dig scowled.

"Or what are you gonna do?" Laurel spun on her heel. "Hmm? Fight me? Like I think you've wanted to do for a while? Because once a villain, always a villain? A cheetah doesn't change its spots?" Dig looked like he'd been punched in the gut, and Laurel laughed coldly. "I mean, you do, don't you? Haven't you been wanting to fight us for a while? Don't think that we're blind. We know when someone doesn't trust us, when someone's opinion of us sinks low." She stepped forward, a sneer on her face. "I guess if you can't punch Slade for taking your position as Oliver's brother, you might as well punch me!"

Dig swung towards her, which Laurel grabbed and ducked under, using Dig's momentum to fling him away. "Oh, my God!" Felicity shrieked, hastily backing away.

***

Mon-El blocked Kara's next punch, staggering slightly. "Kara!" he protested.

Kara's next punch collided hard with his torso, and Mon-El doubled over, grunting in pain. Kara stared at him, then turned away, clenching and unclenching her fist in shock.

***

Laurel pulled a knife from her boot, swiping at Dig's head. The man ducked and grabbed her wrist, his other hand going for her knife. Laurel kicked him in the back of the leg, making him buckle and fall forward. As he did, he reached behind his head and grabbed Laurel's hair, pulling him down with her. Laurel stumbled, and Dig finally brought his other hand up and punched her across the throat.

Laurel's eyes bugged open wide, and she retched and gagged, coughing as she reached up for her throat. An ominous click made her freeze, and she slowly looked up to look into the barrel of the gun Dig had drawn. She chuckled lowly. "So that's how it's gonna be?" she challenged. "Go on. Wonder how much Oliver will really appreciate you if you shoot me!"

Demos finally pinned Winn down on the table, and the man smirked, pressing down hard on Winn's throat. He was smirking until he heard the click of his own gun, and he looked down to see Winn had pulled his sidearm free and was holding it against his side. "Get . . . off me!" he growled. "Now!"

Demos held his hands up and started backing away at once, and Winn straightened with an ugly sneer on his face, aiming at Demos as Dig kept aiming at Laurel, Felicity watching with wide eyes off to the side.

***

For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, this episode will also touch on the Oliver and Dig fight that occurs in "Brothers in Arms;" it's something I believe M'yrnn's psychic attack would bring all of that to the forefront.

And based on Laurel's thoughts . . . Dig's issues are gonna go a bit beyond what was originally in the episode.