Something I can't remember if I ever said, but if anyone reads my "Emerald Steel and Scarlet Canary Archives," I have opened one-shots up to DarkSiren (Malcolm/Earth-2 Laurel) and DeathSiren (Slade/Earth-2 Laurel) prompts as well. Feel free to request any of the pairings!

So, on to this episode - a fun night is ruined by not so fun news, Earth-1ers come to be supportive, and it turns out to be one mess after another.

***

Kara set her jaw as she paced in front of her friends and family at the alien bar. "I know some of you are scared," she said. "I know some of you have never done this before. I know some of you are ready to get out there and prove yourselves. But just remember why we do this." She walked past James, Alex, J'onn, M'yrnn, and ended up in front of Winn. "We do this for the people."

Winn smirked and held up a mic lighting up in different colors, and Kara grinned, grabbing it.

***

That was how she ended up on stage singing to the Beastie Boys and dancing like a maniac. "Well, now, don't you tell me to smile, maybe stick around, make it worth your wile. Got numbers beyond what you can dial, maybe it's because we're so versatile!"

"Please tell me you're sending this to Oliver," James snickered.

"Oh, most likely," Winn laughed, trying to keep his phone steady.

"Style, profile, I said it always brings me back when I hear 'Ooh, child,'" Kara continued belting out, almost making Alex fall out of her seat laughing. "From the Hudson River to the Nile, I run the marathon to the very last mile."

She caught sight of Mon-El entering just as she started dancing the robot, and he grinned and laughed when he saw her, Kara returning his smile. She just strutted down off the stage and held the mic out to James. "Your turn," she said smugly.

James grinned in response, took the mic, and headed to the stage.

***

As it turned out, James was much better than any of them anticipated. "What went wrong?" he sang smoothly, making Kara's jaw drop and her sway to the beat. "Baby, seemed like we were going to take this further. Further. Same old song, and the juice we got from the squeeze wasn't worth it."

"Take your shirt off!" Winn called.

Kara laughed as James smirked. "Worth it!"

***

"No one can move me the way that you do, nothing erases the feeling between me and you!" Alex sang, even though she was close to falling off the stool she was sitting on.

"Oh," Kara frowned. "Who let her pick this song?"

"I drove all night to get to you," Alex continued, then held up a finger and took a sip of her drink, making Kara wince.

***

"I get so emotional, baby," J'onn tried his best, making Alex grin and Kara rock side to side. "Ain't it shocking what love can do." He stopped, then held out his hand. "Here we go, come on, Pops!" Alex, James, and Winn immediately raised their glasses in agreement, cheering M'yrnn on. "Pops, come on!"

M'yrnn rose to the challenge, surprising all of them. "Don't you know we're caught in a trap I can't walk out," he sang, making Kara gawk and mock bowing as Alex giggled. "Because I love you too much, baby."

James chuckled and headed to the bar to refill his drink, meeting Mon-El over there. "Hey, so I've been meaning to ask after seeing what Imra can do," James said. "So she's telepathic?"

"No, it's kinetic," Mon-El shook his head. "She moves stuff, not reads minds. Unless it's really broadcasted, I guess."

"That's kind of a cool party trick," James smirked. "Can she move you?"

Mon-El snorted. "Yeah, she's pretty impressive."

"Well, she's gotta be," James nodded. "You never were into wallflowers."

Mon-El nodded. "So, what about you, huh?"

"You know, same old same," James shrugged. "You know, work is work."

"You seeing anybody?"

"No," James shook his head.

Mon-El nodded as he took a drink. "So you have the same reason to be checking your phone every fifteen seconds as everyone else?"

"Lena," James nodded. "Sam's had such an impact on everyone, and to know that she's . . . you know."

"Yeah," Mon-El nodded immediately. "I get that. Has she said anything?"

"No," James sighed. "And when she has said anything, it's been really short."

"Well," Mon-El held up his beer bottle. "Here's hoping she'll have something soon."

"Here's hoping," James agreed, tapping his bottle against Mon-El's.

***

The bar erupted in cheers as M'yrnn finished, then Winn grabbed Kara's arm. "I gotta pick a song. Come on, come on, help me!"

Kara scurried after Winn as M'yrnn came down from the stage, hugging J'onn when he did. "See?" J'onn grinned proudly. "I told you you had nothing to worry about!"

"Karaoke is not for the weak," M'yrnn declared as he sat down. "It requires either great courage or a complete lack of shame . . . but I like it!"

Alex laughed, putting her drink down. "You do a killer rock star."

"I listen to it sometimes while I look after the apartment," M'yrnn explained.

"Oh, yes, yes, you have a stunning apartment," Alex smiled, then eyed J'onn. "That I haven't been invited to yet."

J'onn blinked, pausing in lifting his drink, then hastened to explain. "Oh, we're still getting it together."

"It's been three months," Alex deadpanned. "OK, I think it's time for a housewarming party."

"I don't think so," J'onn shook his head.

"Yes, the house's temperature is quite comfortable," M'yrnn nodded.

J'onn turned to look back at Alex, who kept looking at him, and he finally caved. "Well, we could do dinner."

***

"Oh, you know me well," Winn grinned as Kara giggled, pointing out a song in the book. "Yes, that's the one. Here we go!"

"It's gonna be so good!" Kara squealed, barely holding in her excitement as Winn went up to the stage.

"Hey, hey," Mon-El hurried to reach her.

"Hi," Kara smiled at him.

"Hey, can we talk real quick?" Mon-El asked. "It's, uh, kind of important, and with everything that happened in Star the last few days . . . "

"Yeah, yeah, of course, in a second," Kara nodded, turning around. "Uh, Winn's about to melt our faces off."

"Right," Mon-El nodded, turning around to watch as well.

"Wait staff, you are appreciated," Winn said. "Fellow drunks!" The crowd cheered, and Winn smiled in satisfaction. "Yeah, there it is. Mr. Karaoke Man, if you please, thank you very much."

The music started to play, and Kara whooped as Alex raised her drink with a cheer, both recognizing the song. Winn snapped his fingers, moving back and forth to the music to get in the groove, when something caught his eye and caused him to freeze. Kara followed his gaze, and with a start, she straightened when she saw the TV. "That's Winn's dad," she gasped, looking at the channel declaring Winn's father dead in prison. "Guys!"

They all turned to look, similar expressions of concern forming. Feedback sounded through the speakers as Winn dropped the mic, and J'onn stood as he burst off the stage, heading outside. "I got this," James held up his hand, stopping anyone from moving. "I got this one."

***

"OK," Winn was pacing restlessly when James stepped outside. "Hey, I'm OK," he told James tightly. "It's OK. Just – "

He cut off, taking a deep breath. "Do you mind if I stay out here for a second with you?" James asked.

Winn fidgeted, then turned. "Like, he's just gone, right? That's all. I mean, it's not like anything's gonna change. I never talked to him, I never saw him, I – "

"That doesn't mean you never felt him," James pointed out.

"What's that – I'm supposed to be feeling something, right?" Winn asked. "I don't feel anything . . . I don't think. Um . . . " He huffed in frustration, leaning against the dumpster. "Just go inside."

James shook his head, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm not going back in."

Winn gulped, looking at him, then sighed. "OK," he nodded numbly, and James squeezed his shoulder supportively.

***

"Whoa," William grinned as he and Thea watched the video Winn had sent of karaoke night while Felicity laughed as she watched over their shoulders. "Kara can sing!"

"You should've heard her sing for Iris," Oliver smiled as he, Dig, and Quentin rounded the counter, drinks in their hands.

"Oh, she was so good!" Thea gushed. "Until, you know . . . Nazis."

"Yeah, don't remind me," Oliver grimaced.

"Any luck with Evelyn?" Quentin asked.

"No, I haven't heard anything," Oliver shook his head. "I know Laurel's hard at work trying to find her, though."

"Yeah, nothing's come up from my end, either," Felicity added.

"Well, here's hoping the other team hasn't found anything yet," Thea sighed.

"Agreed," Oliver nodded, then reached for his phone when it rang. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the Caller ID, then answered. "Hello?"

"Hey," Kara answered.

"You OK?" Oliver instantly frowned, hearing her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kara assured him. "I just won't be able to get back as quickly as I thought."

"That's fine," Oliver set his beer bottle down, focusing on the conversation. "Is everything OK over there? Did something happen?"

"Nothing that I need any other team members for," Kara sighed. "It's just . . . Winn's dad was found dead in prison. It just broke the news."

"Oh, no," Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose. "How's Winn?"

"What happened with Winn?" Felicity's head whipped to him, her ponytail almost smacking Dig in the face.

"As good as can be expected," Kara answered. "I just want to make sure he's OK before I come back over. Is that OK?"

"Kara, of course it's OK," Oliver shook his head instantly, even though she couldn't see him. "He's your friend, his dad just died. I'd want to be there for him, too."

"OK," Kara said, and Oliver looked up to see William's eyes had widened, and Felicity and Thea were exchanging concerned looks. "Thank you. He's just really shaken."

"I bet," Oliver nodded, then tilted his head thoughtfully. "Actually, one question."

"Shoot."

Oliver looked at Felicity, who looked the most concerned, and raised an eyebrow as he asked, "When's the funeral?"

***

"Are we ready?" the priest asked the next snowy afternoon, looking at the six gathered around the Toyman's coffin.

Winn was about to answer when Kara peered past him. "Just about," she answered. "We're waiting for them."

Winn's head shot up, turning to follow Kara's gaze. His jaw dropped when he saw Oliver, William, Felicity, Dig, Thea, and Quentin approaching, all six of them dressed for the weather. "Guys," he began, his mouth clicking shut when he heard his voice crack. "You didn't have to come."

"We wanted to," Felicity gave him a sad smile and a hug.

Winn hugged her back, looking up at Oliver as he put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you," he finally said.

"Any time," Oliver smiled, squeezing his shoulder. "What are friends for?"

"We have your back," Thea smiled as well.

Winn let out a shaky breath, then nodded. Oliver nodded as well, William giving Winn a quick hug before they joined Kara, she automatically linking her arm with Oliver's. Thea joined Alex as Quentin and Dig joined J'onn, James, and Mon-El, Felicity staying with Winn. He finally nodded at the priest. "We're ready."

The priest nodded back. "Winslow Schott, Sr. was a man with many demons," he spoke. "As we lay him to rest, we may not celebrate his life, but we can examine it, and perhaps forgive a troubled soul its transgressions. Would anyone care to speak on behalf of the deceased?"

All eyes went to Winn, who clenched his jaw. Kara reached over and rubbed his back comfortingly, then looked at the priest and shook her head. The priest closed his Bible and lowered the coffin into the hole into the ground, no one else saying a word.

Winn broke away from Felicity and Kara to pick up a handful of dirt, tossing it into the grave without saying a word. Felicity watched him walk away with concern, but it was William who frowned. "Kara?" he asked quietly. "Who's that?"

Kara's head turned quickly to see a brunette woman with short hair cautiously walk through the graves to where Winn was standing, his back to the grave. "Winn?" the woman asked, waiting for him to look at her before walking closer. "Do you remember me? It's been a while."

"I know how long it's been," Winn scowled as Oliver nudged Thea, who nudged Alex in response. "You just missed."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," the woman shook his head. "I never missed him. I'm not here for him."

"Oh, so you're here for me?" Winn scoffed. "Wow, Mom, it's a little late."

"You have every right to be furious with me," Mary McGowan began.

"Oh, thank you," Winn cut in sarcastically. "Thank you for your permission.

"But I am so happy to see you," Mary went on, as if he hadn't said a word. "Honey, you odn't understand it yet, but we're finally safe."

Kara frowned, then William blinked and tilted his head. "Is that 'Pop Goes the Weasel?'" he asked.

"What?" Oliver frowned in confusion.

Kara narrowed her eyes when she heard it, too. The moment she heard where it was coming from, her eyes widened, and she pushed William to Oliver, changing into her Supergirl uniform and flying to Winn and Mary. "Everybody, get down!" she yelled.

Oliver immediately grabbed William and Felicity, yanking them to him and away from the coffin, the others reacting as well. The coffin exploded into a massive fireball, Oliver trying to shield both William and Felicity from flying shrapnel. He heard a surprised yelp from Mary and a pained grunt from the opposite side of the hole, but it didn't sound like anyone was seriously hurt.

When he looked up, he saw Alex and Thea crouched, ready for action. J'onn was helping the priest up, Mon-El and Dig helping James and Quentin respectively. Winn coughed as he got up from the ground, Mary glaring at the grave behind them. "Bastard always wanted to go out with a bang," she grumbled.

***

"OK," Alex nodded, finishing Mary's exam and clicking off her flashlight.

Winn watched silently from outside, then turned and walked away. Kara pushed off the railing to join him, heading for the stairs. "I hate to ask, but I have to," she began.

"He's dead, Kara," Winn answered before she even asked.

"Are you sure?"

"He's dead!" Winn exclaimed. "Look, I had the warden and two separate medical examiners sign off on the body. I had them cross-check his dental records and his fingerprints, just to be sure. The dude in the box was my father, OK?"

"So why blow himself up at his own funeral?" Kara wondered as they reached the bottom of the staircase.

"Maybe for the headline?" James suggested.

Felicity, who had taken her usual computer at the D.E.O., clicked her tongue, leaning back and thinking. "'Toyman's Last Trick,'" she imagined.

Winn scoffed. "Sounds about right."

"I still think we should run a full mass spectrometry on the explosive residue, Winn," J'onn said. "It may tell us who's helping your father."

"No one is helping him!" Winn exploded, spinning around to look at everyone gathered in the room. "Seriously, he was a crazy person! Crazy people do crazy things like, oh, I don't know . . . mass murder!"

"I can vouch for that," a voice behind them said.

Oliver quickly turned, blinking in surprise. "Slade," he greeted, standing up from where he was leaning against the table.

"Hey, kid," Slade nodded, holding up Oliver's extrapolator. "Quentin and Dig decided they would stay back, keep working in Star City."

"Malcolm and Laurel?" Oliver asked, taking his extrapolator back.

"Still looking for Evelyn. I decided to come and help however I could."

"We may need it," Oliver admitted. "Thanks for coming."

Slade nodded in response, looking around. "Was anyone hurt?"

"No," Alex answered as she walked over. "I'm happy to report that Mary has a clean bill of health. She wants to talk to you," she added to Winn.

"Yeah, she's had twenty years to talk to me," Winn muttered, sitting down next to Felicity to work.

She chewed her lip, reaching over and rubbing his back. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "It's tough having a supervillain for a dad."

"Yeah," Winn rubbed his face with one hand. "No kidding."

"My son!" Everyone else looked up when M'yrnn hurried into the room, carrying a pizza box in his hands. "May I borrow ten of your Earth dollars? The strike team tackled the deliveryman when he entered the lobby. I think I should tip him well."

Thea snorted loudly, hastily turning it into a cough. "Deliveryman?" J'onn repeated in surprise. "But we're having dinner with Alex and Kara."

"That's why I bought a tomato pie," M'yrnn held the pizza up.

"Dad, we're cooking," J'onn frowned. "We got the ingredients earlier on."

M'yrnn blinked, a confused look on his face. "So, we should get to your place ASAP and get that roast in the oven," Alex smoothly intervened, walking over and leading M'yrnn off. "Don't worry, tomato pie is my favorite hors d'oeuvre."

J'onn watched them go worriedly, and Kara patted his arm. "Go," she said. "Go be with them. The analysis will take hours. I'll stay here."

"What about the Worldkillers?" J'onn frowned uneasily.

"Alex has every available agent looking for them," Kara shook her head. "Go. Eat."

"All right," J'onn nodded, turning and walking off. "Mon-El," he said.

"J'onn," Mon-El nodded back, walking into view. "Hey, Kara. We, uh . . . we never talked."

Kara blinked, then Oliver cleared his throat. "I should tell William we could be here for a while."

"OK," Kara nodded, kissing his cheek and walking after Mon-El.

***

He led her into the conference room, taking a deep breath. "Hey, I, uh . . . I owe you an apology."

"For what?" Kara frowned. What had he done recently that deserved one that he hadn't already apologized for?

"When we were together, I never really got how it must have ben for you to find out that I'd been lying," Mon-El explained, making Kara look down and bite her lip. "About being Daxam's prince, about a lot of stuff. And I am sorry that I did that to you."

Kara took a deep breath, leaning on the table. "I do really appreciate you saying that," she told him.

"Of course," Mon-El nodded, looking down.

Kara frowned. "Are you OK?"

"Uh, yeah, Imra . . . " He sighed, plopping down in a chair nearby. "Imra lied to me." Kara's eyebrows shot up; he and Imra had seemed fine during the time they had helped them in Star City against Cayden James. "About, um . . . about something big with Legion business, and Brainy was in on it, too."

"Oh," Kara did a double take. "Wow."

"Yeah," Mon-El nodded in agreement. "When your wife conspires with your best friend – "

"It feels like garbage," Kara finished.

Mon-El winced because that was exactly what he was thinking. "Hey, can we, uh . . . could you and Oliver meet me for a drink later?" he asked. "After all the Winn stuff is handled, I mean. There are some things that I think both of you should know."

Kara blinked in surprise. "Yeah," she nodded. "I'll check with Oliver, but yeah, sure."

"Thanks," Mon-El smiled.

***

Thea smirked, carefully tip-toeing behind Winn and whispering in his ear. "I'm telling my father you do have a fidget spinner."

Winn yelped and fumbled with the fidget spinner in his hand, making Felicity burst out laughing from his other side. "Thea!" he protested, spinning around as the brunette grinned unashamedly. "What was that for?!"

"Oh, please tell him," Felicity grinned at Thea. "I wanna know what he says."

"Oh, will do," Thea pulled out her phone, about to do just that.

"So you work with Supergirl?" Thea nearly dropped her phone in surprise, spinning around, along with Winn and Felicity, to see Mary walk into view. "You should sit up straight, be proud."

"You cannot be down here!" Winn hissed.

"Oh, please," she snorted. "They're allowed down here."

"Because we've been given permission by the director," Thea frowned.

"Months ago, actually," Felicity nodded in agreement.

Mary shrugged. "If anyone asks, I'm just looking for the bathroom."

"Around the corner to the left," Felicity pointed.

"Bye now," Winn nodded.

"Yeah, I tried that one, but it was closed for 'enhanced interrogation,'" Mary joked.

Thea scowled. "Not funny."

"Oh, a little gallows humor never killed anybody," Mary rolled her eyes.

"Except the people hanging from the gallows," Felicity pointed out.

Winn gritted his teeth. "What do you want?" he asked.

Mary bit her lip, then sighed.

***

Winn escorted Mary into a training room that wasn't in use at the moment, shutting the door behind them. "I just wanted to see your face, Winn," Mary told him. "I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted my son back. I have spent twenty years imagining this moment and now I – " She took a deep breath, trying to find the words she wanted to use. "Leaving you, it gutted me. And I've carried that with me every day of my life. But I had to, Winn, because your father – "

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, let me guess," Winn held up a hand. "He threatened your life."

"No, Winn," Mary shook her head. "He threatened yours." Winn stared at her, and she continued. "He told me that if I went near you, ever, that he would kill you. And when he died, I thought it was safe. But I was wrong. You're still in danger."

"I don't believe you," Winn scowled.

"You saw what your father did at his own funeral!" she protested.

"I saw the last grasping prank of a lunatic," Winn retorted. "And now what I'm hearing is an excuse twenty years in the making." Mary gaped at him, and he scoffed. "Hey, I had twenty years to think, too. You want to know what I think about the most? Let me set the scene for you. It's the night Dad finally snapped. And I'm sitting in the police station, freezing cold, because I'm in my pajamas. When the police came and picked me up from home, I was asleep, remember? In bed, alone. And the nice officer, he drapes the coat over my shoulders. I feel a little better. So I'm sitting there, and my cold little feet are dangling in the air, and I'm waiting. I'm waiting for my mom to pick me up." He swallowed hard, tears starting to clog his throat. "'Cause they said that they called you. Yeah. Yeah, they said it was just gonna be, like, an hour, and then they'd explain everything. And then it was two hours, and then it was the next morning." He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "When I lie in bed at night, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, I'm not wondering why Dad finally, suddenly snapped. No, that doesn't haunt me. What haunts me is you. You, who left me when I needed you the most, with no explanation, no goodbye."

Mary swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry."

"I don't care anymore," Winn shook his head, heading for the door.

"Winn – !"

"I don't need your excuses," Winn cut across her. "You wanna keep me safe? Great. You know what you should do?" He opened the door, glaring at her. "Leave again!"

He turned to leave, only to come face to face with Thea. "We have a problem," she said.

***

Out in the D.E.O., Kara hurried to join Oliver, James, and Slade, looking out in the sky, words being traced in the sky. "What the hell is that?" James frowned.

"It's a message," Mary frowned as she, Winn, and Thea came out, looking up at the message writing itself in thedarkness: Surrender Mary. "For me."

Oliver squinted, seeing blurs move closer. "I doubt it's from a wicked witch."

"No," Kara shook her head, squinting as well. "It's . . . " She blinked, bracing herself for a fight, Oliver, Slade, and James doing the same on either side of her. "Flying monkeys."

***

I also should point out that the channel I used to watch Supergirl Season 3 on has had its videos deleted, so if there is ever a delay in Supergirl episodes, it's because I'm trying to find a way to watch them. For some reason, the DCTV shows on Amazon, except for the one season I have bought already, are unavailable, so I'm improvising for now. Just bear with me, because I am determined to get this written.

The rest of the episode will come when I get the chance to write it!