Kara's subconscious is stubborn, Brainy is still hilarious, and the heroes try to take on Reign without Supergirl. It goes about as well as the first time did.

Enjoy part two!

***

"Hey," James walked out to meet Lena and Iris. "Just put out a press release telling the city that CatCo is no longer under siege and urging the public to stay calm."

"Calm?" Lena repeated incredulously. "The streets are desolate. People are barricading themselves in their homes. The city is terrified!"

"And we know that there are people working on getting Kara back and working on Reign," Iris reminded Lena. "We've got that hope, it's time to spread it to the people."

"Well, on the bright side," Harry walked up, balancing a tray of coffees in his hands. "Desolate streets mean no lines at the coffee place."

"Oh, you're a life saver," Lena sighed in relief, taking her cup.

"Well, I try," Harry drawled as the others took their cups.

"Thanks, Harry," Iris smiled.

"Speaking of people," Lena cleared her throat. "Anything about Kara?"

"The Legion is still working," James shook his head.

Lena sighed, slumping slightly. "God, I hope she wakes up soon."

***

Kara groaned in frustration, pacing her loft. "This is torture."

Querl looked up from examining her blue blanket, watching her plop down on one of the couches. "Out of all the 4,237,642 versions of our first meeting that I envisioned, you calling it 'torture' wasn't one of them."

Kara sighed, putting her head in her hands, then frowned, watching Querl move to the other couch, looking at the pillows. "What are you doing?"

"Checking for brain damage," he answered. "In simulacra, like the one we're in now, brain damage could present itself in any number of ways. Mildew, mold. Rats indicate neurological issues. It's just to prepare you for reality re-entry."

"Reality re-entry?" Kara repeated.

"If you're not properly prepared when we wake you up, you could go into shock," Querl nodded. "Some people die immediately."

"Yeah," was all Kara could say to that, before she blinked. "Wait, though. Does . . . does that mean I'm ready to wake up?" she asked hopefully, standing up.

Querl blinked. "Did I bury the lede again?"

Kara whooped gleefully, tossing her pillow at him, making the Coluan catch it, startled. "Yes!" she cheered, turning around. "OK, do I need to do anything?"

"Well, your loft is the manifestation of your subconscious, and that door seems to be the only way in or out," Querl shrugged. "My assumption? Walk through it."

Kara nodded, walking over and putting her hand on the handle.

***

"It's starting to drain."

Oliver turned sharply when he heard Querl speak, and he hurried over to see Kara's tank was indeed starting to drain. "Is she OK?" he asked as Alex ran over, Barry and Sara turning to see what was going on.

Querl nodded in confirmation. "She's ready."

After a few seconds, though, there was no change in Kara's condition. "Kara?" Oliver asked, walking over to the tank. "Kara?"

"Kara?" Alex banged on the tank. "Kara, it's us!"

Querl frowned, looking at the tank in confusion as the water continued to drain, the level now at Kara's neck as her head lolled to the side. "She should be fine."

***

Kara yanked on the door repeatedly, looking between the door handle and the door itself before finally turning to look at Querl. "It's not opening."

Querl hurried to the door to try it himself, but it failed to open for him as well. "You should be fine!"

***

"I thought you said she was ready!" Oliver glared at Querl.

"She should be!" he insisted.

"Then why isn't she waking up?" Sara asked, looking the tank up and down.

Querl just shook his head, looking dumbfounded.

***

Kara growled, still yanking on the door, as if repeated attempts would end with the door miraculously opening. "Why won't this open?"

"Your body is fine," Querl told her, pouring himself a cup of tea. "We drained the tank. You suffered no ill-effects from the hibernation."

"Then why am I still stuck in my brain?!"

"There's nothing wrong with your brain," Querl shook his head. "We've ruled that out."

"Well, you're the 12th-level intellect," Kara stormed over. "Why don't you figure it out?"

Querl took an experimental sip of his drink, then frowned. "Well, that rules out the physical. So, barring another explanation, I would have to say the only thing keeping you here is you."

Kara did a double take, then scoffed. "Well, that doesn't make any sense, 'cause I'm the one that wants to get out of here. Then why won't this thing open? It opened for me earlier."

"To let me in," Querl reminded her, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other. "Going out – " He raised an eyebrow, watching Kara try to punch the door, only for it to warp and not give. "Different story. Is there some reason your subconscious might be – " He paused, watching Kara try again, ending with her staggering backwards. "Preventing your escape? Self-preservation, perhaps?"

Kara seethed, turning around and walking away from the door. "I'm not afraid," she stated.

"You were badly beaten," Querl pointed out, taking a sip of his drink, watching Kara turn and fire her heat vision at the door. "Fear is a logical response to that stimulus."

Kara jerked back slightly, clenching her hands into fists. "I am not afraid!" she roared, using her heat vision with all her might.

Querl winced as her heat vision backfired, making things all around him explode, paper flying everywhere. He looked down when part of his mug cracked and fell to the ground; when he looked back up, Kara was stopping her heat vision, looking around in horror . . . and slight fear.

***

"Come on, little one," Slade growled, looking down at the blonde Kryptonian lying in bed, the crown still on her forehead. "Snap out of it!"

"Brainy will figure it out," Mon-El assured him.

"Don't overpromise," Querl warned. "I've never seen anything like this before." Five vigilantes – one of them Kara's fiancé, the other four her siblings – turned stunned gazes at Querl, and Sara coughed meaningfully. Querl blinked, seeming to realize what he said. "I'm sorry," he looked down. "Insensitive."

"What happens if she stays like this?" Alex was the one to tentatively ask.

Querl sighed. "The longer she remains unconscious, the more likely it is that it will become permanent."

"Oh, God," Oliver closed his eyes, Slade clasping his shoulder firmly.

"Kara," Barry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The lights suddenly flashed red, and there were startled yelps from nearby. "Hey, guys!" Ray shouted. "Reign's attacking again!"

"I'm pulling up a feed now!" Felicity's voice chimed in.

When the others arrived, Felicity was already pulling up images of a burning building. "What's that?" Malcolm narrowed his eyes.

"Meth lab," Cisco answered. "And when the cops arrived, she attacked them, too."

"She really is trying to fight everyone, isn't she?" Lily whispered in shock.

Stein hugged her comfortingly, and Querl cleared his throat. "I'll run another scan on Kara."

Imra watched him leave, then looked at her husband. "Mon-El – "

"We can't risk it," he shook his head.

Oliver frowned, looking at Mon-El. "Risk what?" he asked.

***

"So 1,000 years from now, this farming planet, Winath, goes dark," Mon-El began, pulling up a hologram image of a green planet. "Our friend, Ayla, she's from there, so she goes to check it out."

"Winath was a paradise," Imra continued. "But Ayla made planet-fall and found it – "

"Decimated," Mon-El finished as the hologram turned blood red, then darkened to black. "It was completely dried out."

"The creatures that did this, we call them the Blight. They consume everything in their path."

"And Brainy found a way to stop them, but they were on us before we could use it," Mon-El said, turning the image off.

"So we hid the information in the safest place we could," Imra nodded. "Our DNA, where it can't be lost, can't be stolen."

"It's written in your genes?" Caitlin's jaw dropped.

"Astonishing," Stein breathed.

"So, if we die, our DNA never makes it to the future, and everything's lost," Mon-El said. "You have no idea how badly I wish we could help."

Oliver looked at the place where Winath had hovered, then looked at Mon-El. "But you'll keep helping Kara?"

"Yes," he nodded at once.

Oliver nodded back, turning and heading back to the medbay. "Just make sure my sister wakes up," Alex told Mon-El, walking away and reaching for her comm device. "J'onn, where are you on Sundown?"

"Sound guns are almost done, but the grenades will take an hour, at least," he answered. "And we still don't know where Reign is gonna strike next."

Sara suddenly started to grin. "Hey . . . I may have an idea how to get ahead of her."

"Oh, God," Nate said with a completely straight face.

Sara shot him a nasty look, leading to Ray and Zari snickering.

***

"Told you it was a good one," Sara smirked as she checked the machine gun she would be wielding.

"Yeah, yeah," Alex sighed. "You're awesome."

"Don't I know it," Sara winked.

"Uh, not that I'm happy seeing Sara look happy while flirting, but can we get back to the fact we're trying to take down a Kryptonian without Kara?" Ray asked.

"No Supergirl, no cavalry, and Reign is strong," J'onn walked up. "She doesn't know what all of us together are capable of. Let's show her."

Alex turned when she saw Oliver walk in with Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel. "You ready?"

"To face the Kryptonian who just about killed the love of my life?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, catching the gun Alex tossed him. "Never been more."

***

Work at the National City Bank was interrupted by a group of seven people in all black, faces hidden by masks, firing rifles into the air. "Get on the ground!" the one in the lead shouted. "Get on the ground!"

"This is a robbery!" another one snarled, punching one man into the desk.

"Don't touch that button!" one with a feminine voice smacked another down with her gun.

"Hurry up!" another woman snapped.

The windows high in the building shattered, and the robbers turned around as Reign landed, sneering as she stood. "You were warned."

The lead robber jumped off from where he was standing on a shelf, and he lifted his mask to reveal J'onn. The six others took off their masks to reveal Oliver, Alex, Sara, Slade, Malcolm, and Mick. Reign scowled, looking around as some of the people in the bank came into view with guns of varying sizes, with Barry, Laurel, Firestorm, and Zari holding the largest. "Hey, bitch," Sara walked forward, holding up a grenade that glowed red. "Catch."

She activated it and threw it at Reign, and the red sun grenade exploded just inches in front of her face. Reign grunted as the blast threw her back, and J'onn watched in satisfaction as she collapsed on the floor. "Fire up!" he ordered.

Barry and Firestorm were the first to activate their guns, sending soundwaves at Reign. Laurel and Zari activated theirs from the other side, and the four inched closer, trying to keep Reign down, even as she slowly staggered to her feet. Sara watched, scowling, then looked up. "Now!"

An elephant trumpeted, and Reign barely managed to look up before a steeled-up Nate and Amaya, the spirit of an elephant dissipating behind her, jumped from above, bringing iron chains down hard on Reign's neck. She cried out in pain, forced to the ground as Nate and Amaya cracked tiles when they landed.

"Finally," Oliver smirked as a breach opened behind them, and Cisco jumped through, followed by Caitlin and Ray, all three of them suited up.

Caitlin sneered at Reign as Ray handed off two more sets of chains, both with glowing shards of Kryptonite dangling. Oliver and Alex took one apiece, walking forward as Nate and Amaya kept Reign down. "Payback's a bitch," Caitlin smirked.

Reign screamed as Oliver and Alex dropped the chains unceremoniously over her neck. What they didn't expect was for Reign to scream louder, stand, and use the chain held by Nate and Amaya to throw the two Legends away from her, sending D.E.O. agents and Earth-1 heroes running to avoid being hit by the two.

In fact, Alex was so shocked, she turned to see where Amaya landed and completely missed Reign lashing out with the chain, wrapping it around her lower leg and jerking. She didn't miss the sickening crack, nor the explosion of pain she felt, from her leg, and she herself screamed as she crashed into the ground on her back. "Alex!" Sara's eyes widened.

Reign sneered as she stood up, removing the Kryptonite from around her neck. Oliver clenched his jaw, backing up so he stood in front of Alex. Reign stormed towards him, but Barry sped forward, grabbing Alex and getting her out of the way. J'onn grabbed Reign's wrist, pulling her away from Oliver, then punched her in the gut. Reign went flying to the other end of the room as Oliver backed up, recognizing that the Kryptonite . . . had done practically nothing to Reign. He couldn't fight against that kind of strength, even if he wanted to . . . and he really wanted to.

Reign rose to her feet, giving them all one last sneer before flying through the windows again, out into the night.

***

"Well, that all sounded horrible," Dig winced, watching Querl and Caitlin work on putting Alex's leg in a cast.

"It was horrible," Barry ran a hand over his face.

"At least none of you are dead," Felicity tried to look on the bright side.

"Yeah, but Reign isn't," Thea grumbled.

"And she's still out there," Nate agreed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder, Amaya still rubbing her back. "Gotta say, I was not expecting that."

"None of us were," Slade shook his head.

"Are you OK?" Imra asked worriedly as she ran in, Mon-El behind her.

"Considering my tibia's been snapped in half?" Alex asked dryly.

"What about Reign?" Mon-El asked.

"She shrugged off that Kryptonite like it was nothing," Oliver scowled.

Alex cried out suddenly, and Caitlin scowled at Querl, swatting him away. "That's good!"

Querl blinked, then stood up and hastily backed up. "Thank you," Alex whispered to Caitlin, then looked up. "The same amount incapacitated Kara."

"So why was Reign resistant?" Thea asked.

"Maybe she's more than just Kryptonian?" Stein suggested.

"No," Alex shook her head. "The soil did hurt her, just not enough."

"Got a plan?" Sara raised an eyebrow.

Alex nodded. "Concentrate it. We'll put it straight in her bloodstream. Jugular should work."

"And who of us is strong enough to hit the bitch and pull that off?" Mick scowled.

Oliver just shook his head, walking back towards the medbay. Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin all turned at the same time to look at the one alien in the room they knew could be that strong enough.

***

"I swear, if you pull the 'people are counting on you not to die' card again, I will get Caitlin to find a way to remove that cure from you and find something lead to stab you with," Sara folded her arms.

Mon-El sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Then there's no other card for me to play."

"Oh, for the love of – "

"Mon-El, you keep saying that," Imra shook her head. "That this is not our fight. What about Tommy and Gina, hmm? 'You live for the fight when it's all that you've got.'"

Mon-El smiled slightly. "Bon Jovi."

"Mmmhmm," Imra nodded. "Or was that all a lie?"

"No," Mon-El shook his head. "No, he speaks the truth."

Imra put a hand on her shoulder. "I know we had a plan, but we are supposed to help people. We're sworn to helping people."

"And we really need your help, man," Barry nodded. "Nate's recovering, and Amaya's cautious to use more than one spirit at a time. You're the only one that could get close enough to Reign and stick the needle in her."

"We can help them, Mon-El," Imra urged. "It's who we are."

"Besides, you said that you know what happens in the end," Sara leaned against the window. "You don't know how it gets to that end."

"Yes," Mon-El frowned.

Sara held out her arms. "So how do you know that you shouldn't be involved? For all history knew, the Legion was supposed to be here to help fight Reign."

"There are times when I really hate time travel, but Sara's got a point," Barry nodded. "If the fight against Reign really is pretty much unknown . . . what's to say you can make that history yourselves?"

Mon-El looked like he was considering it, looking past Sara to see Oliver sitting by Kara's side, the archer looking utterly exhausted and drained, yet he still managed to stay awake as he held Kara's hand in both of his.

***

"Why are you cleaning?" Querl frowned, pacing as Kara picked up some things from the floor. "None of this is real."

"I don't know," Kara admitted, sighing as Querl crouched down in front of her. "I guess I just like putting things back in order." She stood up, taking the basket over to the table. "And my brain originally is like an empty little attic and you must stock it with such furniture as you choose. It's Sherlock Holmes." Querl nodded, standing up as Kara picked up a book on the table, absently flipping through it, then Kara paused, a thought coming to mind. "This is the furniture I chose."

Querl tilted his head back and forth. "Hmm . . . oversimplification." Kara gave him an exasperated look, and Querl cleared his throat. "But, yes, go on."

"So there must be something in here my subconscious wants me to see."
"Hmm," Querl mused. "That's . . . that's actually not a bad idea." He blinked, an offended look briefly crossing his face. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Kara put the book down and walked back over to the rug, picking up a magazine to flip through. If there was something here in her loft that she needed to find, she was going to find it if it was the last thing she did.

***

Oliver heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps behind him, turning away for a short second as Slade walked around to the other side of Kara's bed. "Hey, kid," he said quietly, sitting down and looking Kara over. "Every bloody time she's in a bed like this, it gets worse for me to see."

Oliver nodded absently, then shook his head. "It's my fault."

"What?" Slade narrowed his eye.

"That she's like this," Oliver chewed his lip. "I did this to her."

"No, Oliver," Slade shook his head instantly. "You didn't. Reign was the one who hurt her."

"And I was the one who pushed her further into that fight," Oliver argued. "You know what she told me, Slade? That for the longest time, she tried not to be human. She didn't like being Kara Danvers, but back when Bloodsport was a problem? She told me those days, when she didn't try to be human, were some of the worst days of her life. I told her that Kara Danvers was my favorite person then . . . and then, before she went to fight Reign, I told her to forget who she was." He swallowed, looking down. "And after hearing that she might not wake up the longer she stays asleep . . . "

"She knew what she was going to be fighting when she left, Oliver," Slade shook his head. "She was ready to fight anyway. She may be my sister, but she's your fiancée. You need her, but she needs you just as much. Don't you give up on her for a second, kid. She's a fighter, you know that. Don't give her a reason to stop fighting. She'll come back to you. The two of you always have. And it is Reign's fault she's like this – it is not your fault."

Oliver took a shaky breath, nodding. "Thank you, Slade."

Slade nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Kara's head, squeezing Oliver's shoulder before he left. Oliver looked down at Kara, swallowing hard. "Please," he begged, voice cracking. "Wake up."

From where he stood around the corner, Querl watched Slade head back to the others, mulling Oliver's words over in his head.

***

Poor Oliver. And poor Kara. I really like putting poor Kariver through the ringer, don't I?

Nearly through, though! Next part is the last part, and we'll see if Brainy comes through!