And once again, I massively underestimate how much I'll have written for the last part of an episode. I really need to stop doing that.

It's Team SuperArrow to the rescue, and it's karaoke night part two complete with a few friends and a not-so-friendly face, and we finally see what Lena's been up to.

***

"Well, this is your territory, Telle," Oliver looked around as the seven walked into the factory. "Any ideas?"

"She was in that claw apparatus," Mon-El recalled.

"Suspended from above," Winn nodded grimly.

"We'll find her," Thea promised.

A buzzing came from behind, and James and Thea turned, raising their flashlights to see what was following them. "What is that?" James squinted.

"Is that a plane?" Mon-El blinked.

"No, it's not," Winn blanched. "It's a bomb!"

"Get down!" Slade yelled.

Oliver grabbed Thea and pulled her down behind Slade, James crouching behind Kara, Winn behind Mon-El. The plane exploded just ahead of them, but the three still standing and covering the four bent down didn't budge from their positions. Kara lowered her arm from her face, watching more planes fly towards them. "Go," she ordered. "Find Mary!"

Winn scrambled to his feet, taking off first, followed by James and Thea. "Go," Mon-El nodded to Oliver and Slade, picking a pipe off the ground to use. "We've got this."

"Be careful!" Oliver called, he and Slade running after the others.

A few planes tried to veer off after them, but Kara fired with her heat vision, taking three down in quick succession. "Not my boys!" she growled.

Mon-El smirked as he whacked another plane hard enough to make it explode. "Your boys, huh?"

"They totally are," Kara grinned.

***

"Whoa!" Thea blinked rapidly, trying to shield her eyes as fluorescent purple lights triggered around them. "What the hell?"

The female voice that had delivered the message to the D.E.O. came over the speakers. "Welcome, welcome, to the Willard Walter Wiggins Game Company!"

"We don't care!" Slade growled.

The roar of flames caught Oliver's attention, and he risked a quick glance behind him. "We might want to care about that!"

Winn yelped, looking back at the truck-mounted flamethrower as well. "We got a thing on our twelve!"

"That's our six!" James yelled back.

"I'm very stressed right now!"

The flamethrower suddenly stopped, then the truck started firing at them. Thea dodged one, grunting in annoyance. "Literal Hot Wheels!"

"Can't one of you take care of that?!" Winn looked at Oliver and Slade.

***

"So glad Junior brought his friends," the female voice said as Kara and Mon-El finished destroying the planes

Kara narrowed her eyes, looking around, then locked onto a figure running through the factory. "There she is," she scowled, hurrying off.

She moved through the shelves, frowning as the voice continued. "Heat vision, freeze breath, and so many points of articulation? I think I'll keep you." Two claws suddenly slammed plastic around Kara, and she gagged for breath, struggling to move. "It's so rare to find a vintage superhero in mint condition."

Kara tried firing her heat vision to no avail. "Supergirl!" Mon-El called behind her.

Kara kept trying to breathe, and Mon-El ran towards her, only for something green and definitely not an arrow to whip past him. Mon-El dropped to the floor and rolled onto his back, staring at the very large toy dinosaur stomping towards him. So . . . that was a tail. He gulped, then kept rolling out of reach, avoiding the T-rex's stomps and bites, trying to get back to his feet and get to Kara before she choked.

***

"Any time now!" Thea yelled.

Oliver reached up and grabbed an arrow from his quiver, turning around and firing. It hit the truck dead center, and with a click of a button on his bow, the arrow detonated, blowing the truck up with it. "Oh," Winn smiled weakly. "Thank you."

"Winn," Slade pointed with his sword.

Winn turned to see where he was looking, and he blanched. "Mom!"

Wheels on concrete made him turn, and the quintet saw the miniature trucks racing towards them. Thea took a deep breath, pulling the safety off her gun. "OK. Miniature trucks. I got this."

"We got this," James amended.

"We'll have your six," Oliver told Winn. "Go get your mother."

Winn gulped, then nodded and ran towards the claw, Oliver and Slade splitting up in different directions to watch his back.

***

Mon-El finally scooted back far enough that he could get to his feet without risking getting hit by the T-rex again. "Kara, I got you!" he yelled, running towards the toy casing. When the T-rex swung its tail, Mon-El veered to the right, and the tail broke through the plastic, making Kara fly out, the Kryptonian violently gasping for breath. "You OK?" Mon-El asked, stopping a few feet away.

Kara weakly gave him a thumbs up, and Mon-El nodded, turning his focus back on the T-rex. Something blue caught his eye, and he hit a smirk. Gotcha! He ran in the opposite direction of Kara, jumping and rolling across the table in his way and grabbing the long blue cape-like cloth on it. The T-rex smashed through the table easily, but Mon-El came away with the fabric intact.

Kara got to her feet, watching in shock as Mon-El grasped the cloth with both hands, smacking the T-rex in the face with it, hard enough to bat it away. He did it once more before wrapping the cloth around its tail, pulling with all his might. The T-rex stumbled into the wall, and Mon-El hovered in the air, surveying his work before lashing out with the cloth. It wrapped around the T-rex's neck, and Mon-El yanked hard, bringing the T-rex down to the ground. It didn't move again.

Kara was still staring in shock, even as she hurried over to join him. Mon-El grinned at her stupefied face, then held up the fabric in his hand. "Cloth magic," he explained.

Kara grinned widely, giggling a bit as Mon-El dropped the cloth to the floor.

***

"Mom!" Winn called, running into the room his mother was held in.

"Turn around and leave right now!" Mary barked.

Winn shook his head, pulling a lever to release the claw. "I'm here to rescue you."

"Don't Luke Skywalker me," Mary snapped, climbing down. "This crazy woman is trying to kill you! Don't give her the chance!"

A bullet shot past Mary and shattered the screen showing an hourglass timer, and Winn gulped, turning around to see a blonde woman aiming a gun at him. "Well, if it isn't Toyman Jr.," she sneered. "Barreling headlong into danger. I see your father left you none of his brains."

"Oh, really?" Winn asked, seeing green out of the corner of his eye. "Well, first off, it's actually Telle, not Toyman Jr. And second of all, I see my father left you none of his showmanship. What, after all this, you're just gonna shoot us?"

"Most important thing your father taught me," the woman growled. "Stick the landing."

"Really?" Winn raised an eyebrow. "Because what I got was . . . more is more."

He clicked the remote he held in his hand, and the flying monkey he and Felicity repaired crashed through one of the windows and swooped down, knocking the gun from the woman's hand. Winn lunged to grab it, then heard a whizzing sound. A yo-yo swooped into his line of vision, and his eyes widened, realizing where it was headed.

From nowhere, a green arrow hit the yo-yo dead-on, knocking it off its course to wrap around Winn's neck. It veered right towards Slade who, with one swipe of his sword, sliced right through the string, making the yo-yo clatter uselessly to the ground, and the woman was left with a limp piece of string. She balked, staring down at it, then slowly lifted her gaze to the half-orange, half-black mask of Deathstroke. She actually staggered backwards as Oliver zipped down, landing on the crates above Slade and drawing another arrow. "A word of advice, and take it from someone who's been a madman," Slade growled, aiming his sword at her with one hand; Winn saw his other reach for the gun he always had with him. "Don't threaten a brother in arms."

The woman made a mad scramble for her gun, but Slade quickly drew his gun, and both he and Oliver fired at the same time. Oliver's arrow smacked into her knee with a meaty thwack, and Slade's bullet ripped through her hand. She screamed in pain, and Winn took several steps back, staring at the bloody mess of her hand as she stared at it. Even Oliver grimaced a bit as he jumped down from the crates, joining Slade as he holstered his gun. "That was a bit much," he said.

"Haven't we always said, kid?" Slade looked at him, ignoring the woman's whimpers. "Don't mess with our family."

Oliver tilted his head to the side, then nodded. "Good point." He walked over and twisted his arrow for good measure, making the woman choke on a shout, then pulled it out. "Be glad they weren't kill shots," he told her darkly.

"And you work with these two?" Mary gawked at Winn in disbelief.

"Oh, believe me," Winn took a deep breath. "You get used to them. And they technically don't work with the D.E.O."

"Nope, just acquaintances," Oliver shook his head, walking up to the techie. "Are you OK? The yo-yo didn't get you, did it?"

"No," Winn shook his head, reaching up to rub his neck anyway. "No, you shot it in time." He took a deep breath, looking from Oliver to Slade. "Thank you, both of you."

"Well, it's like he said," Oliver smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "No one messes with family."

Winn smiled back. "Thanks."

Oliver nodded, then heard running from the other direction. "Oh," Thea skidded to a stop, staring at the woman on the ground. "Uh . . . who – ?"

"These two maniacs," Mary was quick to point to Oliver and Slade.

"Huh," James blinked.

"So how bad did she piss you off?" Thea asked, tucking her gun back into the waistband of her pants as Kara and Mon-El joined them.

"A lot," Slade deadpanned.

***

"So which unfortunate soul had the misfortune of facing off against the Green Arrow and Deathstroke?" Thea asked, leaning against the console.

"Jacqueline Nimball," Felicity answered, showing them the image on her tablet. "Former maintenance worker at Van Kull Maximum Security Prison who got along with one Winslow 'Toyman' Schott Sr. and learned everything there was to know about toys, and after he died, promised to carry out his wishes."

"Which meant that if Mary tried to see Winn, he would be killed," Kara closed her eyes.

"Yep," Felicity popped the "p," turning her tablet off. "To quote my favorite fellow techie – "

"What a bitch," all three women said in unison before laughing.

"Oh, I'm glad that got figured out," Thea smiled in relief.

"Me, too," Kara nodded. "And I'm happy Winn no longer has to worry about his father."

"I think this means a celebration is in order," Felicity smiled.

"I'm not going anywhere any time soon," Thea shrugged. "Any ideas?"

A slow grin took over Kara's face. "Well . . . now that you mention it . . . "

***

"Oh, they did not," Alex's jaw dropped in shock.

"Oh," Oliver grinned, taking the beer Slade handed to him, both men grinning as Thea and Felicity almost doubled over in hysterics. "They totally did."

"Shot through the heart!" Kara and James belted out at the top of their lungs on the karaoke stage. "And you're to blame!"

"Darlin', you give love a bad name!" Winn completed the lyrics.

"Ah, Bon Jovi," Mon-El snickered, he and Alex clinking drinks as they watched the original Superfriends sing with no care in the world. "Gotta love it."

"Oh, this is the best!" Thea practically cackled as she took her phone out to record the song.

Oliver shook his head fondly, grinning as he turned to look at the other woman at the table. "How are you doing after today?" he asked.

"Oh, me?" Mary raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm just happy Winn and I have that bastard out of our lives."

"I'll bet," Oliver nodded, taking a sip of his beer. "It's good to know he's safe."

Mary bit her lip. "Thank you," she said, turning to look at him. "And you, too, Mr. Wilson."

Slade raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Mary snorted. "You could have at least used voice modulators when you showed up."

The two men exchanged looks, then Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "It's like we said," he told Mary. "Winn's family. We look out for our own."

"Now, just to ease a mother's soul," Mary peered past him to Slade. "When you said used to be a madman . . . "

"It was a serum that turned me into someone I wasn't," Slade told her. "And unfortunately, it took a long time for a cure to work. But it did, and I'm as sane as I was before the mirakuru."

"Though how sane that was to begin with is up for debate," Oliver muttered under his breath, taking a drink.

He nearly choked when Slade punched him in the arm. "Watch it, kid," he growled warningly before looking at Mary, who seemed amused by the interaction. "But I paid the price for my actions, both before and after I had the mirakuru. I lost my son three times – once on the island I was stranded on years ago, once when he saw me on mirakuru, and again when I sided with my brothers and sister over him. I hope I can get him back, but it will take work. Now that his father is gone, you have a chance to reconnect with your son. I would take that chance if I were you."

"Agreed," Oliver nodded, looking at Mary. "You should be proud of him."

Mary smiled faintly. "I am. I'm very proud of him."

"Oh!" Kara, James, and Winn sang in unison.

But the rest of the chorus came from behind the group at the table. "Shot through the heart!" Barry and Sara yelled out, and everyone spun around as the rest of their friends from Earth-1 poured into the bar. "And you're to blame! You give love a bad name!"

Thea whooped, everyone in the bar clapping along as Kara, James, and Winn cheered on stage, clapping as well as they sang along to finish the song. "I play my part and you play your game! You give love a bad name!"

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Sara cheered, dancing over to the table.

"I never thought I'd see you at a karaoke bar," Barry joked, walking over to Oliver.

"Blame my fiancée," Oliver laughed.

"Oh, I will," Barry nodded, giving him a hug. "Good to see you."

"You guys, too."

"All right," Sara turned to the Earth-1ers, her arm around Alex. "One rule – no butchering songs!"

"I'm out," Mick grunted. "I'll be at the bar."

"I'm stunned," Zari deadpanned, even as she followed him.

"Actually, this one still needs to go," Alex pointed at Mon-El.

"What?" he balked.

"Guess you just got volunteered," Cisco snickered.

"Wonderful," Mon-El sighed as the last notes of "You Give Love A Bad Name" trailed off, Sara wolf whistling as the superfriends hurried off the stage. "I'll be back."

"Hey, guys!" Winn waved as they rejoined them.

"Nice pipes, man!" Cisco held up his fist.

"Thank you!" Winn returned the bump. "Any of you singing?"

"Or are you pulling Micks and just getting drinks?" James raised an eyebrow.

"Barry's getting up there whether he likes it or not," Cisco smirked at the speedster.

"And he and Kara doing something is a must," Iris chimed in.

"Fine," Kara playfully sighed.

"Hey, I claim a song with her, too," Sara declared, draping her other arm over the blonde Danvers sister.

"Oh, that I'm recording," Jax grinned.

"Oh, please do," Ray grinned back.

Winn's attention was drawn when his mother cleared her throat. "Uh, Winn? Can we talk?"

"Oh, sure," Winn nodded, smiling and waving again. "Nice seeing everyone here." He and Mary walked a few feet away, taking the drink she offered. "So what do you want to – "

He was interrupted by the chords of "Carry On My Wayward Son," then winced at Mon-El's horrendous singing. "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done."

Mary, too, cringed. "This is unfortunate," she muttered.

"Oh, white-boy rock," Winn clicked his tongue. "Hey, rookie mistake, bud!" he called to Mon-El.

Mon-El continued to sing poorly, and Winn saw Nate groan and cover his ears, Amaya giggling and patting his shoulder sympathetically. "I'm so proud of you," Mary smiled.

"What, for shaming my friends?" Winn asked.

"No," Mary shook her head. "You came out from the darkness, you forged an incredible life for yourself. I've spent so many years worrying about what had become of you, what the loss of your father – what the loss of me – did to you, and you have not only survived, you have excelled. And I couldn't be happier."

"I'm so sorry," Mon-El apologized, walking off the stage and dropping his mic. "I'm so sorry."

"Someone please redeem rock 'n' roll!" Nate groaned.

"Barry!" Cisco started chanting. "Kara!"

Sara took up the chant as well, making the Kryptonian blush as red as the speedster's suit. Soon all of the heroes took up the call, and Barry and Kara exchanged exasperated looks before Barry threw up his hands. "Fine!" he shouted. "Fine, we'll go!"

The two family members watched them go to the DJ and pick a song, the cheers of their friends urging them on. "Slade said something," Mary finally said. "I don't think you need me . . . but I'd like to stay for a bit."

"I'd like that, too," Winn nodded. "You're here, and I'd like us to get to know each other."

Mary grinned back. "I agree."

Winn smiled widely, then saw his mom's face change. "What?" he asked.

"So I hear you do play with fidget spinners."

Winn shrieked, jumping almost a foot in the air. Slade's and Thea's laughter carried over from the main table, and Winn spun around to come face to face with a grinning Malcolm, Laurel hanging onto him for dear life as she dissolved into hysterics. "Don't do that!" he protested. "But you scare me too much to say anything more than that!"

"I couldn't help it," Malcolm grinned wider, his arm around Laurel and holding her up, the metahuman about to collapse in her laughter. "Sorry, Winn."

"I hate you," Winn muttered.

"No, you don't," Laurel giggled.

"Here we go!" Alex's voice cut through the chatter of the bar.

Familiar guitar chords started up as Barry bounded up onto the stage, handing a mic to Kara as she joined him. "Oh, thank you, God!" Nate perked up immediately, Caitlin cheering.

"Get your motor runnin'," Barry began.

"Head out on the highway!" Kara continued.

"Lookin' for adventure."

"And whatever comes our way."

"Yeah, darlin', go make it happen," the two sang together, grinning as Alex and Iris cheered them on. "Take the world in a love embrace. Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space."

"I like smoke and lightning," Kara's voice dipped lower, making Cisco wolf whistle.

Barry almost burst out laughing at the glare Cisco got from Oliver in response, which made Felicity almost fall off her seat laughing at. "Heavy metal thunder!"

"Racin' with the wind."

"And the feelin' that I'm under."

"OK, let's get you another drink," Sara chuckled, gripping Oliver's arm and dragging him to the bar. "Cisco means well, you know that."

"Yeah, I know," Oliver shook his head. "It's just fun scaring him sometimes."

"I believe that," Sara smirked. "But Cisco is a grown man, even if sometimes he acts like a kid, and he knows Kara's never going to look at anyone else but you. Cut him some slack."

"Got it," Oliver smirked.

"Good," Sara patted him on the shoulder, then frowned. "Hang on, who's yelling?"

Oliver frowned, hearing what she did. " – because I was so out of line!" a man's angry voice yelled.

"Over there," Sara pointed with her drink, and Oliver turned to see a dark-haired man in a dark red sweater vest angrily shouting at an alien girl, who looked like she was getting uncomfortable. "Do you know him?"

"No," Oliver scowled, getting the new beer he was offered. "But I'm ready to."

"Yeah," Sara nodded as well. "I think so, too."

"Look at you," the alien girl was saying as the two approached. "You are not OK!"

"OK," the man whirled on her. "I don't need your pity – "

The girl leaned back, and Sara quickly slid in. "Hey," she put herself between the two. "Everything OK here?"

"Yeah," the man seethed, backing off only a little bit.

"Good," Oliver nodded, joining Sara and looking at the alien girl. "You OK?"

"Yeah," she nodded, eyeing the other man.

He suddenly looked at Oliver and Sara critically. "You're not aliens. What're you doing here?"

Oliver's eyebrows shot up. "We're having karaoke night with our friends," he answered, pointing over his shoulder to where Barry and Kara were rocking out to "Born To Be Wild."

"Actually, I think Kara and I need to go next," Sara thought out loud. "I'm thinking Bonnie Tyler. That sound good? I don't know, maybe we could pull off Little Mix with just the two of us – "

"That's not really what I'm talking about," the man growled. "I'm talking about you two are human, and they are not, and they are dangerous."

"What do you mean by they?" Oliver's eyes narrowed, his opinion of this man sinking lower by the second.

"Roaches," he hissed.

"Excuse me?" Sara's voice took on a dangerous tone.

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" The man snorted, pointing at the girl behind Sara. "She does."

He went to move towards the girl, and Oliver deliberately put himself in his way. His shoulder dug into the other man's torso, and he grunted in pain, staggering away. "Don't touch an alien that doesn't want to be touched," he warned darkly. "In fact, don't touch anyone who doesn't want to be touched. So keep your hands to yourself."

"And watch that mouth, or we'll watch it for you," Sara threatened. "There's the door. Get out."

"Got it," he grumbled, waving in disgust. "Yeah, Earth traitor."

Oliver and Sara glared after him. "I don't like him," Sara declared.

"Me, neither," Oliver grumbled.

"Thanks for the backup," the alien girl said gratefully.

"Any time," Oliver smiled kindly at her.

"And for the record?" she grinned at Sara. "I'm all for Bonnie Tyler."

Sara winked at Oliver. "I better go reserve 'Holding Out For A Hero,' then."

Oliver barely held in a snort. "Evil," he pointed at her as she hurried towards the DJ. "Evil, Sara!"

"What did she do?" Laurel asked, grinning as she walked over to join him.

"Oh," Oliver sighed, making sure to applaud and smile as Barry and Kara finished singing. "You'll see."

"So rumor has it we lost the chance to beat up someone going after our favorite tech agent from the D.E.O.," Malcolm walked up next, holding out a tumbler of alcohol for Laurel as Slade joined Oliver.

"You did," Oliver nodded, snorting as he watched Sara drag Kara over to the DJ, Barry shaking his head fondly as he watched. "It was very satisfying. But I went to incapacitate her. Slade just went to ruin her hand."

"Accomplished, kid," Slade smirked smugly.

"We leave you alone for a day, and this is what happens," Laurel smirked.

"You miss all the fun," Slade nodded. "Yes."

The opening chords for the next song came up, and Malcolm blinked twice before bursting out laughing. "OK, I agree with Oliver," he looked at the stage as Sara and Kara jumped up. "That is a bit evil."

"Told you," Oliver sighed.

"So who's idea was 'Holding Out For A Hero?'" Mon-El asked curiously, taking a beer from the bartender.

"Sara's," all four answered at once.

"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?" Sara sang out, Zari and Jax cheering her on. "Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?"

"Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?" Kara continued. "Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need!"

"Yeah, I believe it," Mon-El smirked.

"She has a really good voice," Laurel smiled.

"Did you hear her at the wedding before it got crashed?" Oliver asked.

"Unfortunately, no," Laurel shook her head. "But I heard it was good."

"Barry asked her to sing the song he sang to Iris when he proposed to her," Oliver nodded. "It was gorgeous."

"I bet," Malcolm whistled.

"Any progress back in Star City?" Slade asked, looking at Malcolm and Laurel.

"Yeah, I actually came to ask about that," Mon-El nodded. "How's it going looking for Evelyn?"

"Still going," Laurel sighed, taking another drink.

"But when I've seen the others, they haven't made progress, either," Malcolm shook his head. "Which that is good news."

Oliver sighed. "It makes me think Evelyn may not want to be found."

"Or she's trying to find a way to be found that doesn't lead Dinah to her," Laurel countered. "Unless she does something that says 'I don't want to be found,' I'm not going to stop looking for her."

"We won't," Malcolm assured her. "Take a deep breath, OK?"

"Relax a little, Siren," Slade agreed, gesturing around the bar, to where Kara and Sara were still rocking out on the karaoke stage, much to the amusement of their teams. "That's why we're all here."

"I need a hero!" Sara and Kara sang at the end at the top of their lungs before almost collapsing on each other in laughter.

"Are you sure Kara didn't have any of that rum?" Mon-El asked Oliver.

"Trust me, she didn't," Oliver smirked.

"OK," Kara ran off the stage towards them. "So I just dared Sara to sing with Barry."

"You didn't!" Laurel's jaw dropped.

"I did!" Kara nodded wildly. "Because I just sang three in a row, I need a break! And Mon-El said we needed to talk, so . . . "

"Yeah," Mon-El nodded, clearing his throat. "Uh, I did come over for that, too. Both of you," he gestured between Oliver and Kara.

"Ah," Malcolm raised an eyebrow.

"We'll leave you to it," Slade stepped back, Malcolm and Laurel following him back to the others.

"Not that I don't love Slade," Kara sighed as they walked to the bar, "but it's nice when all three of them are together, too."

"I've been meaning to ask," Mon-El said as he got on a bar stool. "Are Malcolm and Laurel a thing?"

Oliver choked on his drink. "What?"

"They just seem closer to each other than they've been with the rest of you," Mon-El shrugged. "And not in a sibling way."

"Malcolm and Laurel?" Kara blinked, then looked behind her to see that Slade had sat on Alex's spare side, Malcolm and Laurel pulling up chairs by Thea. "Huh."

"My best friend – Malcolm's son – and Siren's doppelgänger, my ex-girlfriend, dated," Oliver muttered. "It is too weird to think about Malcolm and Siren being together right now. Give me something else to think about, please."

"OK," Mon-El cleared his throat. "How bad was I at singing?"

Kara laughed. "I would just say maybe you should sing Kansas for yourself and not for other people."

"Agreed," Oliver smirked.

"Yeah, that's good advice," Mon-El chuckled. "So, what I wanted to talk to you about – "

"If it's about you and Imra, I think that's something you have to deal with between the two of you," Kara put out there right away.

"I wasn't actually gonna talk about Imra," Mon-El shook his head. "I mean, not about my feelings."

"What did she do?" Oliver frowned.

"She lied," Mon-El answered. "And the lie directly affects Kara, which in turn is something you need to know."

"Me?" Kara blinked in surprise. "How does it affect me?"

"Because the Legion didn't land here by accident," Mon-El answered grimly.

"You didn't?" Oliver did a double take.

"I thought you hit a disruption," Kara frowned.

"Yeah, we did," Mon-El nodded. "But Brainy and Imra hit it intentionally. And they hid the real mission from me because they didn't trust that I'd wanna come back to this time."

Oliver closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had a feeling he was going to need yet another drink after this. "What's the mission?"

Mon-El took a deep breath. "Well, the third Worldkiller, the one you haven't found yet, Pestilence . . . in a thousand years, she evolves into Blight."

Oliver swallowed. "That entity which killed your friend's planet, right?"

"Exactly," Mon-El nodded grimly.

"Whoa," Kara gulped.

"Yeah, so if we can find her now, in this time, then we can save everyone, today and in the future. And look, we have a common enemy now, so we can work together here on Earth-38 as well as Earth-1."

"Well, this common enemy has been your enemy for a lot longer," Oliver told Mon-El. "Looks like we can learn a bit from you."

"Uh, yeah!" Kara nodded eagerly. "Because you didn't see this guy fight! What was that back there with the T-rex?"

"Cape tricks," Mon-El grinned.

"Cape tricks?" Kara squeaked as Oliver snorted.

"My old Legion uniform had one," Mon-El nodded.

Kara scoffed and pouted. "Well, I've been fighting with a cape for three years and all it seems to do is get in the way."

"No matter what we try to help," Oliver felt the need to add.

"Hey!" Kara playfully glared at him.

"I can help with that, if you want," Mon-El offered.

"I'd like that," Kara smiled.

"You said it was your old suit?" Oliver frowned, picking up on it.

"Yeah, it got damaged on Rimbor," Mon-El grimaced. "It's a long story."

"Well," Oliver smirked, pointing past him. "You have two choices of people to go to for a potential fixer."

Mon-El turned to look, smirking when he saw Cisco laughing as Sara literally dragged Barry up onto the stage, though the speedster was grinning as he dutifully took the spare mic, Winn laughing just as hard, Mary looking like she was enjoying herself.

***

"Ghost pepper mac and cheese with a side of jalapeño peppers," J'onn said, carrying two bowls into the dining room for himself and his father.

"My favorite," M'yrnn smiled.

"Yeah, I know," J'onn nodded, watching his father pick up his silverware to eat. "So, I, um . . . I spoke to Alex. She, uh . . . she wanted me to know that she had a lovely time." He picked up his silverware, not noticing his father's smile leave his face. "I hope whatever happened between you two, there are no hard feelings." When there was no response, and he heard the clatter of silverware hit the plate, J'onn looked up to see M'yrnn lean back. "Dad, what is it?" he asked in concern, standing up to round the table. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry, J'onn," M'yrnn swallowed as his son crouched by him. "I'm so sorry."

"What's up? What's wrong?"

"I want you to have a life," M'yrnn answered, putting a hand over his. "I don't want to keep you from your friends, keep you home, keep you locked away."

"You won't," J'onn shook his head. "You won't!"

"But I will!" M'yrnn insisted, making J'onn do a double take. He took a deep breath, then focused on his son. "I must tell you something."

***

"I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes," Sara sang, she and Barry swinging back and forth almost in unison as they sang. "Listen as the crowd would sing 'Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!'"

"One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me," Barry sang along. "And I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."

"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing," they sang together, Caitlin and Lily cheering at how good they sounded. "Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, once you go there was never, never an honest word, and that was when I ruled the world."

"Added to the list of things I never knew I needed," Alex declared as Oliver, Kara, and Mon-El returned to the table. "Barry and Sara covering Coldplay."

"They're good," Oliver agreed.

"Hey, the three of you could do some solos and collaborations, make a multiversal album," Mon-El joked.

"Um, no," Kara shook her head as James, Thea, and Felicity laughed loudly. "That's not for me."

Thea giggled, picking up her glass to take a drink, then saw something past them and frowned. "Is J'onn OK?"

"What?" Kara turned to look.

Alex did, too, and saw J'onn step into the bar, looking around. When he saw her, he swallowed hard, and Alex quickly stood up. "Stay here," she said, walking over.

Oliver and Kara did, but watched in concern as Alex approached J'onn. When she was close enough, she hugged him tightly, and J'onn squeezed her back, burying his face in her shoulder, eyes closed. "Give them a moment," Oliver said softly, turning back around.

"Yeah," Kara nodded in agreement, doing the same and adjusting her glasses.

"I know Saint Peter won't call my name, never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world," Barry and Sara finished together, grinning wildly.

"Encore!" Ray called jokingly as Barry and Sara hurriedly put their mics down and left the stage.

"You wish!" Barry playfully glared, pretending to hack.

"Oh, stow it, I survived three songs, you can survive two," Kara glared right back, playfully punching him in the arm.

"You know what I just realized?" Zari came around to join Sara, a small frown on her face as she tossed a peanut into her mouth. "We're missing someone."

The group looked around, and Jax frowned. "Yeah, we are."

"Where's Wells?" Nate asked.

Those from Team Arrow and Team Supergirl exchanged grim looks, already having a good guess as to where Harrison Wells was.

***

Lena lifted her gaze from the computer she was working on, hearing her phone chirp. The moment she saw what was on the screen, a small smile formed on her lips, and she tapped a quick response, standing up and minimizing the file she had in front of her. The door leading from the elevator opened, and Lena took one sniff and sighed. "I don't care if you work with the Flash – you're a real hero."

"That's a compliment coming from the best friend of Supergirl," Harry quipped, crossing the room and handing her one of the coffee cups he held.

"Well, I need coffee, so that makes you a hero," Lena told him, taking a long sip and closing her eyes. "Oh, that's better."

Harry nodded, looking at her with a critical eye. "How are you?" he finally asked.

Lena sighed, opening her eyes again. "Exhausted," she answered. "But I'm not giving up."

"I don't expect you to," Harry shook his head, holding out an arm, and Lena gratefully leaned into him for a hug. "But everyone's worried about you, too."

Lena smiled slightly. "It's nice to be worried about."

Harry kissed the top of her head, then raised his gaze to the unit in the lab. "And how's she?" he asked.

Lena swallowed, stepping away from Harry and into the unit. "I don't know yet," she admitted.

She heard Harry join her, then he finally asked, "How can I help while I'm here?"

Lena took a deep breath, looking down at Sam lying unconscious on the bed. "Just be here right now," she whispered. "I'll take what support I can get."

Harry squeezed her hand. "You got it."

***

Oh, hello, Lockwood. I know he originally appeared before "Schott Through The Heart" actually happened, but I wanted Oliver to be around to meet him. Yes, this means there's a better possibility now that I'll go on to the current seasons, though no promises if it'll be practically every episode like I'm doing right now. Just don't keep pressuring me to make a decision right now when I'm not even done with these seasons - I'll make a decision when I've finished writing Seasons 3 and 6.

And for those of you who possibly have been wondering where Lena's been for the Arrow episodes recently, she's been trying to help Sam. She'll be out for the next few episodes, too.

Because it's three Arrow episodes back to back next, starting with an episode I think people have possibly been looking forward to the most. Next time, it's "Collision Course!"