Well . . . technically, "Wake Up" ends about 2.5K words in . . . but it would be hard to figure out where to split the chapter and what to call the rest of it . . . so what the hell. Here's 6.6K words for you guys!

Hope no one's too OOC, and I hope you're as satisfied reading as I was while writing this out.

Enjoy part three, guys!

***

Mon-El watched impatiently as Alex and Winn examined the woman before asking, "Are there any updates?"

"She's stable for now," Alex answered.

"We're still analyzing her genetic makeup so we can treat her properly," Winn added as Alex took his tablet. "I mean, is there anything you can tell us to help?"

"She's from Titan," Mon-El answered, sighing. "Without power to the ship, she may have been off life support longer than we think."

"Who is she?" Kara asked, looking her over.

Mon-El paused for a second before answering, "Her name is Imra. Winn, will you let me know if her condition changes?"

"Yeah, of course," Winn nodded, looking at Kara in concern.

Mon-El just walked off, and Kara watched him leave, an unreadable expression on her face. Alex walked over to her, worried about her, but before she could say anything, there was a clatter of heels, and Lena hurried in, eyes wide. "James said that Mon-El was back?" she asked. When Kara nodded, Lena looked back the way she had come. "How?"

"He's from the future," was all Kara answered with, no expression in her tone.

"Yeah, I can safely say I was not expecting that," Alex admitted, and Kara rubbed her forehead as Alex put her arm around her.

"But the lead in the atmosphere?" Lena pressed.

"He's cured," Kara answered shortly, and Lena sighed, reaching out to hug her.

Winn, meanwhile, double checked his phone, narrowing his eyes when he saw he still hadn't gotten any response from any of the Earth-1ers.

What the hell was going on over there for them to not be here already?

***

J'onn opened the door to a darkened apartment, and M'yrnn walked in, looking around in confusion. "What are these empty rooms for?" he asked.

"It's not much," J'onn told him. "But, um, it's an apartment. To live in." M'yrnn turned to look at him, confused, and J'onn sighed. "I never thought I'd see you again, Father. Not after the invasion. I'd gotten so used to living here on Earth, on my own. Work has always made me feel productive, useful. But you are so right. I have isolated myself in my work. When I was a child, you taught me to always see the beauty in life. I've lost sight of that over the years."

"Nothing is ever lost for good," M'yrnn told him. "It may not be Mars, but there is much beauty to find on this planet."

"There is," J'onn agreed.

"I am here for you now, son," M'yrnn promised.

"I know," J'onn nodded. "That's why we're here."

"At this apartment?" M'yrnn looked around, confused.

J'onn nodded, leaning against the table in the center of the room. "I thought it might be a better fit than the D.E.O., for both of us."

"You shall move here, too?" M'yrnn asked hopefully.

"We could make this our home," J'onn nodded, looking at him. "If you'd like."

M'yrnn smiled happily. "I would like that very much."

J'onn smiled back.

***

Mon-El was leaning against the balcony railing when Kara walked out to join him. Even after everything Mon-El had explained on the ship, he was still keeping something secret. And she was still trying to get used to how . . . new this version of Mon-El was. She wasn't used to him at all. The more she talked to him, the more she could figure out about him.

She didn't know if that would end up as a good thing or a bad one.

Mon-El watched her approach, then sighed. "I'm sorry," he said. "For all of this. I never thought I'd see you again." Kara sighed, looking down. "I had to keep living."

Kara understood that. She had had to as well, she couldn't blame Mon-El for having to keep on living, too. "You kept the necklace."

"Of course I did," Mon-El nodded. "As a reminder of everything you taught me and did for me. A reminder of you."

Kara smiled, touched. "It means a lot."

"You have to believe that no matter what . . . what century or universe or world I'm living in, that I would never forget you. Never. It was wrong of me to keep the truth from you."

"Well, the truth never hurts as much as secrets," Kara told him. "That's why I got it out when I did."

"Yeah, and I should have known better," Mon-El turned away. "You've never needed my protection." He smirked slightly. "Except for that one time when we went for all-you-can-eat ribs, and you, uh . . . you were inhaling those things, if I remember correctly. I swear if I hadn't stopped you – "

"It was a limited time offer!" Kara protested, grinning as Mon-El chuckled. "I had to!"

Mon-El laughed at that. "That's a good point."

Kara smiled, watching him. "This is the first time I've seen you smile since you've been back."

"I haven't had the chance to say it yet, but, uh . . . " Mon-El looked up at her. "It's really good to see you."

"Yeah," Kara smiled in agreement. After months of thinking Mon-El could be dead . . . to see him standing here alive, and in one piece, was a relief to see.

Mon-El nodded, then hesitantly asked, "When you said you moved on – "

Kara raised an eyebrow, waiting for more, when a female voice asked, "Mon-El?"

She and Mon-El turned to see Imra walking towards them, a smile on her face. "Imra?" Mon-El asked in shock, then grinned, running towards her. "Imra!" Kara watched with shock as Mon-El kissed her fiercely, Imra responding just as fiercely. "I'm so glad you're OK! We thought your life support failed."

"No, I'm fine," Imra shook her head. "Tired, but fine."

Kara looked from Mon-El to Imra, sinking her teeth into her lip as she felt something burn in her. It wasn't jealousy, no, she knew what that felt like. She was feeling something else . . . and she didn't like it. "Mon-El?" she prompted, not recognizing the cold tone she had.

Mon-El didn't seem to, either, because he swallowed and turned to her. "Uh . . . Imra, this is Kara Danvers. Supergirl."

Imra's mouth dropped open, and as she looked towards Kara in what could only be described as awe, Kara tipped her glasses slightly, acknowledging the title. "I . . . " Imra shook her head in shock. "I can't believe it's really you!"

"Kara, this is Imra Ardeen," Mon-El told her. "My wife."

Kara swallowed hard at the title, finally realizing what it was she was feeling. She had come out to tell Mon-El she had moved on immediately after he had woken up. She told him they would talk, and that was exactly what she had done. Granted, she hadn't done it gracefully, but at least she had told him. Mon-El had the chance to tell her about Imra – twice. And he hadn't even acted like he cared she had moved on! Then to introduce her to Imra by kissing her and sharing she was his wife?

What if she hadn't moved on? Would he have played her the same way? And not only that – he still wore her necklace? A necklace who belonged to the woman he had previously loved? A necklace from another woman while he was married to this one? A necklace that was all she had had from her mother when she arrived on Earth? One Mon-El didn't want to part with even though he had Imra now?

She wasn't jealous. Oh, no, she wasn't.

She was furious.

***

"Mark this for the records if you have them, Felicity," Oliver grimaced as he set his bow down, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "This was the busiest night we've had that didn't include an attack on the city."

"No kidding, Hoss," Rene grumbled as he holstered his guns, groaning and tossing the water bottle Felicity tossed his way. "Thanks, blondie."

"A solid six hours in the field," Dinah shook her head in disbelief as she and Laurel ducked into alcoves to change. "What the hell?"

"What, did all the criminals in Star City suddenly form an alliance?" Malcolm winced as he took off his quiver.

"Felt like it," even Slade grumbled in annoyance.

Oliver sighed as he took the water bottle Felicity offered. Yes, tonight had felt like everyone in Star City decided to team up to give his team hell. It was bad enough that he had asked Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel to suit up again. Even then, it had taken them hours to stop the various small black market drug sales caused by a guy called Ricardo Diaz, another target made by Vigilante, and Evelyn and Talia taking teams of their own to steal other technology gizmos?

He was ready for a break.

"Well, for a constant ten minutes, there has been complete silence," Felicity smiled as Oliver removed his gear, Laurel already changed. "So I believe tonight is a wrap."

"Good," Curtis sighed in relief. "Because I need to – "

"That can't be good."

Everyone turned to Laurel as she looked through her phone, a suspicious look on her face. "What is?" Rene asked.

"Three missed calls and a voicemail from Winn," she answered, tilting her head.

"It's not just her," Malcolm said, and they turned to see him narrow his eyes at his phone. "I've got four of them."

Oliver quickly found his, finding he had the exact same thing – except he had six, and a voicemail as well. He quickly turned the voicemail on, seeing Slade scowl and hold up his phone – the exact same thing as Malcolm. "Oliver, it's me," Winn began, and Oliver narrowed his eyes when he heard how tense he sounded. "Something's . . . come up here at the D.E.O., and Kara . . . well, it's hard to explain. I don't think I could without you believing it. The thing is, this is something she can't deal with herself, and we could have used you here about twenty minutes ago. It's bad, and I don't know if she plans on calling any time soon or not, so I'm doing it for her. She needs you here, and if you can bring Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel, too, that's all the better. I don't know why you're not answering, but . . . please, come quickly."

Oliver checked the time stamp, not sure if the universe had decided to be cruel and change the time between their universes, seeing that this was from three hours ago. "Shit," he cursed, shaking his head. That had been towards the beginning of their long string of taking out drug deals. "You three," he began, looking up at Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel.

"We know," Laurel ran to put her suit in a bag, Malcolm and Slade hurrying to get out of theirs.

"What's wrong?" Felicity asked in concern.

Oliver swallowed, hoping they wouldn't be too late to get to Earth-38. "I don't know."

***

Sam slowly entered the fortress, looking around at the black and glowing red rocks around her. She completed her turn and saw a console of some kind with a strange symbol on it, shaped in the same diamond-like crest Supergirl had. She walked around the console, finding a place in it that looked like it could fit the rod she held in her hand.

She inserted it, and the rod sank into the console, and the circuitry lit up red as it came to life. Sam watched as a hologram of a woman in black appeared, and she walked around the console to see better. "You have come," she said. "I imagine you have questions. I have answers."

"I've seen you," Sam whispered. "In my dreams. What are you?"

"Science," the hologram answered. "Magic. Information. Your friend."

"What is this place?" Sam asked, looking around.

"This is your Fortress of Sanctuary," the hologram answered. "A piece of your world, the dead planet Krypton."

Sam's jaw dropped open. "Oh, my God," she breathed, walking around the hologram. "Ruby was right. She thought I had powers, and I do. I always knew that I was different, but I always thought it was because I was adopted . . . but it wasn't." She inhaled sharply, realizing what this meant. "I'm like Supergirl!"

"You are so much more than that," the hologram said.

"Who am I?" Sam frowned.

"You are a culmination of centuries of work, a being designed for one purpose: to execute justice."

"I'm a hero?"

The hologram turned as if it could see her. "They will not call you a hero. They will call you Worldkiller. They will try to contain your power, but they will fail. You will show no mercy to those who oppose you. Your justice will burn the world of man."

"No," Sam shook her head, horrified, walking back around. "I'm not a Worldkiller. I'm not a Worldkiller! I have a life! I'm – I'm a good person! I have a daughter!"

"Your offspring was an unfortunate error," the hologram said, making Sam stare at it in disbelief. "Your powers were supposed to manifest when you came of age. She delayed the realization of your destiny."

"She is not an error!" Sam snapped.

"You will soon forget her. You will soon forget all mortal trappings."

"No," Sam shook her head, backing up. "This can't be right."

"It is time for you to emerge," the hologram smirked. "It is time for you to become Reign."

Voices suddenly started hissing in her head, and Sam retched slightly, eyes widening. "No," she gasped out, doubling over. "No! No!" She sank to her knees, clutching her head, before screaming at the sky as pain ripped through her. "No!"

As quickly as she had started screaming, she stopped, taking a few deep breaths. She let out a small sigh, straightening from her position on the floor, staring blankly ahead.

Her eyes glowed red as her head lolled forward, and smirking, Reign declared in Kryptonese, "I have awoken."

***

Mon-El and Imra had returned from the balcony rather quickly, making Alex look out in concern. Kara was slowly turning her back to them, one of her hands curling into a fist. "What happened?" she asked Mon-El, folding her arms.

"I told her the truth," Mon-El answered.

"Which was?" Lena asked with narrowed eyes.

"That I moved on," Mon-El nodded to Imra. Both Alex and Lena stiffened, while Winn's eyes widened, and he debated between sharing this bit of information with Oliver before he got here. He was glad the man had finally gotten back in touch with him, but really, it would have been nice to have him here already. "When did you find out?" Mon-El asked.

"About six months ago," Lena answered promptly. "When you say moved on?"

"Mon-El and I are married," Imra answered when Mon-El didn't.

Alex's eyebrows shot up, Lena's hackles raised, and Winn blanched. "OK, I am definitely not going to be the one to share that tidbit of information," he raised his hands.

"No, that'll be best coming from the source himself," Alex narrowed her eyes at Mon-El.

"What are you talking about?" Imra frowned, looking between all of them.

Lena turned back to find Kara, only to freeze. "She's gone."

"What?" Alex spun around, only to see Kara had indeed vanished from the balcony. "Oh, no."

A familiar hissing sound made all of them turn, and the familiar sight of a breach had barely appeared before four just as familiar figures jumped out of it. "About time, man!" Winn hurried over, Alex smirking viciously.

"Sorry," Oliver winced, dropping his duffel on the floor as he walked over, Slade and Malcolm helping Laurel find her balance again. "That was a much longer shift than we expected. Six hours constantly going between Vigilante and drug deals."

"You remember him, Alex," Laurel called. "Remember Diaz?"

Alex groaned in annoyance. "What did he do?"

"What didn't he do?" Malcolm complained.

"Target Pollard," Slade deadpanned. "Again."

"Seriously? That was rhetorical!"

"Our point is, the city's cleaned up for the night," Oliver shot the two men a glare, then turned to look at Winn. "I'm sorry we didn't get your messages until we got back. What did you say was hard to explain?"

"Um . . . " Winn scratched the back of his head and turned to his two friends in the room . . . he wasn't sure if Mon-El qualified for that title at the moment. "Either of you two want to take that?"

"I'm not suicidal," Lena answered.

Oliver narrowed his eyes, looking around. "Where's Kara?"

"And who are the two of you?" Laurel pointed at Mon-El and Imra, turning the others' attention to them.

"Yeah, guys," Alex turned around, her predatory smirk widening. "Who are you two?"

Mon-El narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to respond, when something beeped on the console. Winn spared a look down and did a double take, then blanched. "Oh, my God."

"What?" Oliver immediately turned back around.

"The room you and the team have used to train," Winn said in a rush, looking up, eyes wide. "Man, you gotta get down there, now!"

Oliver was gone before he had even finished.

***

Kara paced enough to possibly put a hole in the middle of the training room, curling her fingers into fists, unable to stop thinking of one thing.

How. Dare. He.

She didn't care that Mon-El was in a relationship. Well, she did, that was part of why she was down here, but she was . . . oh, she couldn't even be properly happy for him! She was in a relationship, too – why couldn't he be?

But the way he had gone about it . . . at least she had come out and told him when she got the clear chance to! Mon-El had had several chances to! After she had told him and on the ship, just to name a few. Even not wasting time on the balcony by waiting until Imra showed up and kissing her right in front of her before sharing the news would have been better than that!

Had Mon-El been thinking that maybe this would be a way to . . . she didn't know, possibly get back at her by saying he was taken, too?

Her mind full of possibilities, she didn't know when she started punching the bag at the side of the room. He was different, she understood that. Seven years for him? How wouldn't that make him different? But he could have at least not spoken to her so coldly, possibly implying he didn't care for her at all. That had been a punch all by itself. Learning he still wore her mother's necklace had thrown her through a loop.

Seeing that necklace around his neck while he kissed another woman? That had been the last straw.

She was so focused on punching the hell out of the bag that she didn't hear her name being called until she held her fist up to punch one more time. A hand grabbed her around the wrist, and Kara swung about, fury blazing in her eyes.

Oliver's concerned ones met hers, and Kara took heaving breaths, trying to get herself under control. "Kara?" he asked quietly, looking her over.

Kara swallowed hard, relaxing her fist, realizing then just how much she was shaking and how blurry her vision was. She reached up to wipe her eyes, feeling hot tears forming in them. A sob came from her mouth, and Oliver quickly reached up, taking her glasses off. In the next second, she was sobbing in his arms, Oliver wrapping them around her and sinking to the ground, leaning against the wall and letting Kara curl into him as she cried into his shoulder, just done with everything that had just occurred.

***

It took a few minutes for Kara's breathing to return to somewhat normal. She still let out the occasional sob, but Oliver never released her. He didn't press her for answers, either. He just kept his lips pressed to the top of her head, letting her cry.

He didn't expect what came out of her mouth, though. "He's back."

Oliver frowned, looking down at her. "What?"

"Mon-El," Kara's voice cracked. "He's back."

Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Mon-El?" When Kara nodded, he scowled further. "As in your ex-boyfriend who can't survive because lead is poisonous to Daximites? As in your ex who you sent off in a pod? That Mon-El?"

"L-Corp develops a cure in the future," Kara said quietly, taking deep breaths. "He spent seven years in the 31st century, Oliver."

Oliver closed his eyes, sighing. It would be time travel, wouldn't it? "What did he do?"

Kara leaned her head on his shoulder. "At first, it seemed like he might be the same," she answered. "He was just a little . . . distant, but I could tell he wasn't telling us everything. I thought it was because I didn't know what he'd gone through. Then I found him in one of the storage rooms, after he knocked out two of the agents." She felt Oliver tense, then continued. "We put him in one of the cells, and I tried to get him to talk. I ended up being . . . a bit of a mess, but I told him about us. He didn't even react! I don't know what I expected him to do, but I didn't expect him to say 'I'm sorry' when I asked him if he had nothing to say."

"That's it?" Oliver couldn't help but ask, surprised, but then again, he wasn't. This was Kara's ex they were talking about, after all. Shouldn't he have been at least kind of upset?

"That's it," Kara nodded. "Then he asked Winn to take him back to his ship – Winn insists he wasn't kidnapped – and not only did we find out he was in the future, but . . . he kept my necklace. And snatched it out of my hands when I found it."

Oliver mulled that over before looking at her. "His ship?"

"There was a spaceship in the bedrock where the attack on the waterfront was," Kara explained. "A crew found the ship and it shot at them. We went down there and found tubes of some kind, each with a person in it, except one was empty. That was Mon-El's. He called it hypersleep." Oliver nodded his understanding. "While we were down there, the power to the tubes cut off. Mon-El redirected the power to every tube except one. I had to punch through the glass to save her from drowning."

Oliver tensed, getting an idea about where this was going. "Her?"

"Her," Kara nodded, closing her eyes, feeling her anger rush through her again. "Alex and Winn started treating her, but Mon-El still didn't tell us everything." Oliver felt her tense further. "And how did he introduce her? He kissed her – right in front of me! And then shared she was his wife!"

Oliver bristled at that, narrowing his eyes. "He what?"

"I know!" Kara burst out, looking like she was ready to punch something again. "I told him as soon as I got the chance to! And he waited until the worst possible time to tell me in the worst possible way! I – " She trailed off, her throat closing up, and she buried her head in her knees. She felt Oliver tug her lightly towards him, and Kara sniffed, curling back up into him, resting her head against his chest. "Why do I care so much?" she mumbled.

"What?" Oliver looked down at her.

"I didn't think I would care so much," Kara answered hesitantly, not sure what Oliver's reaction to this would be. "It hurt when I thought he didn't, then he acted like he did . . . and something in me just snapped when he revealed Imra was his wife. Why do I care so much what he thinks and what he does?"

Oliver was silent for a minute, and Kara was afraid he was about to blow up, when he answered slowly, as if making sure what he was saying was the right thing to say. "I think no matter who we've loved in our lives, we always care about them. For me, I was always protective of Laurel, and Sara. I'm still protective of Felicity. It's my way of showing them that no matter what happened between us, I still love them in a way. Of course you'll still care about Mon-El, and I understand you're hurt by what he did. Kara, if you didn't care, I'd wonder what was wrong with you."

Kara bit her lip. "You're not mad?"

"Oh, I'm mad," Oliver assured her, his eyes darkening. "But definitely not at you."

"Oh, thank Rao," Kara sagged in relief, nuzzling into him. "I was so scared about how to tell you."

"Angel, you shouldn't have to be afraid to tell me anything," Oliver kissed the top of her head, giving her a small squeeze. "Especially if it's something like this."

"Thank you," Kara whispered.

"Of course," Oliver squeezed her lightly. "I'm sorry we couldn't get here sooner. It was a very   busy night."

"We?" Kara repeated.

"Did you expect a call for help to be ignored by Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel?"

"How did you know to come here?" Kara looked up curiously.

"Winn," Oliver smirked.

"Oh," Kara nodded. "That explains a lot."

Oliver nodded as well. The two of them stayed like that for a few minutes, then Oliver tensed again. "You're telling me Mon-El is still wearing your mother's necklace? The only part of Krypton you had from your mother aside from her hologram? He's still wearing it while he's married to another woman?"

"Yeah," Kara closed her eyes, feeling tears sting again.

Oliver nodded thoughtfully, then squeezed her. "Come on."

"What?" Kara blinked, even as she lifted her head off of him.

"Come on," Oliver stood up, holding out his hand. When Kara cautiously took it, he pulled her to her feet. "Let's go get your necklace back."

Kara's eyes widened. "Just do one thing for me?" When Oliver raised an eyebrow, she sheepishly asked, "Don't kill him?"

Oliver held out his hands helplessly. "I can't make any promises for the others."

***

"OK," Winn sighed in relief when he checked his phone again. "She's calmed back down."

"Good," Alex smiled, slumping against the console.

"What happened to make her that angry?" Malcolm looked between them.

"Oh, that's easy," Lena smiled like a shark, looking past them to where Mon-El looked like he was trying to tug Imra off. "Just ask him."

Like a well-oiled machine, the three turned in unison to face Mon-El, who froze. "I don't recognize you," Malcolm narrowed his eyes. "So who the hell are you and what did you do to Kara?"

"Oh, that's easy," Oliver's cold voice answered, and Winn lowered his gaze as Oliver strode into the room, Kara at his side, Kara's eyes red, Oliver's darker than they had ever seen. "Laurel? Make his ears bleed."

"What?" Imra's eyes widened.

But Laurel took the order without hesitation. She turned to Mon-El and screamed at him, Slade and Malcolm immediately covering their ears. Imra covered her ears, whimpering, but Mon-El was thrown back the force of the scream, crashing into the wall. Kara flinched as well, but she had a dead look in her eyes as Oliver watched as Laurel kept screaming, until he saw trickles of red coming from Mon-El's ears. He made a motion across his throat, and Laurel cut off, narrowing her eyes. "Thank you for that," Oliver walked over, grabbing Mon-El by the collar of his shirt. "This just makes it easier for me." He tossed Mon-El into the console, Alex and Lena scrambling aside, not bothering to help as Mon-El crashed into it. "Hold him down."

"Mon-El!" Imra cried as Slade and Malcolm grabbed Mon-El's shoulders, forcing him into the console.

The moment the name was spoken, it was as if the temperature in the room had gone down twenty degrees. "What did she just say?" Slade narrowed his eye.

"I'm sorry, I thought I just heard her call this guy Kara's ex," Malcolm glared.

"You heard right," Oliver growled, walking behind Mon-El like a predator. "So I thought the four of us should give him a little . . . warning about what happens the next time he hurts our girl."

"What did he – ?" Imra began.

"Don't," Lena shook her head, seeing Mon-El grimace as Slade and Malcolm tightened their grips on him, digging him further into the console. "Once they get like this, let them get it out."

"James is gonna be upset he's missing this," Winn whispered, then gulped when Laurel shot him a death glare. "I'm gonna be quiet now."

"Smart," she nodded sharply.

"You see," Oliver walked to the other side of the console, bracing his hands against it as he narrowed his death glare on Mon-El, who could barely look up from where Slade's arm was pinning him down. "I've already had a bad day. When I found my girlfriend overwhelmed in the training room, that just made my day worse. I don't like it when she's that upset. You know what I dislike even more? When someone she cares about plays her. She came clean to you about being with someone else the moment she got the chance to. What did you do? Nothing. Except tell her 'I'm sorry.' That's a wonderful way to respond."

Oliver ignored the grunt of pain Mon-El made when Malcolm twisted his arm, the Dark Archer's eyes as cold as ice. Slade's was burning maliciously in a way that reminded Oliver of when he had had the mirakuru, and Laurel looked like she was seconds away from screaming again. "And then you only decide to come clean about where you've been after she discovers you've been wearing her necklace. And even then, you still didn't tell the entire truth." His eyes flickered up to Imra, who seemed to realize what he meant, and she covered her mouth, eyes wide. "I am sorry to pull you into this because you didn't do anything wrong . . . but Mon-El didn't share you were married until he kissed you."

Mon-El's cry of pain was much more audible this time, but Slade's snarl of anger was even louder as he and Malcolm both tightened their grips to deadly painful. Even Alex winced at their fury, but Kara just walked over to Oliver's side, her face a complete blank slate. "She moved on," Mon-El finally ground out. "She said that herself."

"And you didn't even consider that maybe she still cared about what you may think about that?" Oliver raised an eyebrow. "She told you so it wouldn't cause problems later. Apparently, you didn't have the same idea. But you see, that isn't even what's bugging me the most." He walked back around the console, giving Imra a small apologetic look before turning back to Mon-El. "You have something that doesn't belong to you anymore."

Mon-El yelled in pain when Oliver slammed his head into the console, dazing him. Imra let out a cry of fear, but when Alex, Lena, and Winn all hastily shook their heads to stop her, she swallowed hard, standing back. Oliver held Mon-El's head down, reaching under the collar of his shirt. He came away with a delicate silver chain, and even Laurel started to snarl when she recognized the House of El crest on the charm. "This belongs to my girlfriend," Oliver hissed in Mon-El's ear before yanking it over his head.

He slammed Mon-El back into the console for good measure before walking back around. He gave Kara a loving smile that made Alex smile despite the situation, uncurling his fingers to reveal her pendant in his hand. A smile formed on Kara's face, too, her eyes shining with tears again. Oliver unclasped the necklace, and Kara pulled her hair away from her neck, letting Oliver fasten it back around her neck, where it belonged. "Kara," Mon-El began.

Kara just looked at him as Slade growled warningly. "Remember when I said shame on me for having a human heart?" she asked, making Oliver throw Mon-El a sharp glare. "I take it back. At least I know Oliver is a better man than you are now."

"Kara just made one request," Oliver raised an eyebrow at the other three. "Don't kill him."

Panic flickered in Mon-El's eyes, and Slade chuckled darkly as Malcolm grinned. "Oh, we'll try not to, kid," Slade told him as Laurel sauntered up to lean on Mon-El's back.

"I'll wipe security cameras," Winn volunteered.

"Oh, before I forget," Oliver looked through his jacket before holding up two sealed envelopes. "For you and James." He slid them across the console to Winn. "I told Iris your answers would probably be yes, but still would be best to RSVP when you can."

"Oh," Winn blinked, picking up the invitations, recognizing Iris's handwriting. "Thanks, man."

"Yep," Oliver stepped back, holding out his hand. Kara took it at once. "Just don't interrupt us for the rest of the night, please."

"I'm not suicidal," Lena repeated her earlier words.

Oliver smirked in amusement, he and Kara walking back the way they had come. Soft, hesitant footsteps made them turn, and Oliver instinctively moved slightly in front of Kara as Imra walked up. She faltered slightly, and Kara put her hand on Oliver's shoulder. "It's not her fault," Kara whispered.

Oliver nodded once, stepping to the side slightly. "Kara," Imra whispered, walking up, swallowing hard. "I didn't know. I didn't realize he hadn't told you."

"It's not your fault," Kara repeated, swallowing as well. Imra seemed to realize that was the closest to forgiveness she was going to get while Kara was like this, so she nodded quickly. "And, uh . . . " Kara cleared her throat, looking over to where Mon-El was still pinned, Winn opening his invite curiously. "Just so you know . . . you might not want to see what happens next. Even I don't know what they're going to do."

Imra licked her lips and nodded shakily, and Oliver squeezed Kara's hand. Kara gave Imra an apologetic look before turning away, leaning into Oliver as they walked off.

The door closing behind them did nothing to hide the first scream of pain Mon-El let out.

***

They were still at the D.E.O. late into the night. Kara was exhausted, but could never fall asleep whenever she tried. Oliver, used to sleepless nights, stayed awake with her. At least everyone knew to give Oliver a wide berth now; Oliver smirked every time an agent walked by, giving him a fearful glance. Apparently, his reputation was getting more menacing.

Slade quietly entered the room a few hours later. Kara looked up from where her chin was resting on her arms, Oliver standing behind her. "Is he still alive?" she asked quietly, her voice slightly hoarse from crying so much.

"He was when I left," Slade shrugged, showing the ice pack he was holding against his knuckles. "Though Malcolm is from the League and Laurel's a metahuman, they may have more tricks than I do for making him scream."

Kara rubbed her temples. "While I kind of feel bad for him now, I still can't help but think he deserved it."

"For hurting you that much?" Slade raised an eyebrow. "He deserves everything we're giving him. I heard Alex considering bringing out her claws on him once the others were through with him."

"She didn't cut in line?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"She considered," Slade smirked. "Then the wizard did something with that switchblade of his – don't know if he carried a lead blade around in case this very situation happened or what – but she looked like she changed her mind."

Oliver snorted. "Smart."

Slade nodded, then gently put a hand on Kara's shoulder. "He should have given that back to you as soon as you saw he still had it."

Kara looked down to where she was twisting her necklace between her fingers, smiling sadly. "It's good to have it back."

"And if he so much as tries to look at it again, we'll break his fingers so he can't get it," Oliver added.

Kara laughed. "I'd like to see you do that."

"I'm up for going back there," Slade smirked.

"No!" Kara shook her head. "No, uh . . . let Malcolm and Laurel have their go." She fiddled with her necklace again before looking up at Oliver. "If I found someone else to give this to, would you be upset?"

"It's your necklace, angel," Oliver chuckled. "As long as it's not someone you know will only hurt you in the long run, I'm happy."

"Good," Kara nodded, lifting it back over her head. "We both know he won't."

Slade's eye widened as Kara looked at him. "Me?"

"You," Kara nodded, taking Slade's hand and dropping her necklace gently into it. "You trusted me when you didn't know who I was. You were the first to volunteer to come find me on my Earth, and you took every step to protect me. You have had every chance to betray Oliver after he freed you from Lian Yu, and you never took any of them, even when you had the chance to be with your own son. You chose Oliver . . . us . . . over him." She curled Slade's fingers over the pendant. "I don't know what more you could do to say you've redeemed yourself."

Oliver smiled from where he stood behind Kara, and Slade took a deep breath, nodding. "Thank you, Kara," he whispered.

"You're welcome," Kara reached up, hugging him tightly. Slade hugged her back, and Kara closed her eyes, burying her face in his neck. "Thank you for coming," she mumbled. "You, Malcolm, Laurel . . . "

"Of course we came," Slade told her, releasing her. "Did you think we wouldn't?"

"Of course we would," Malcolm's voice responded, and he entered the room, too, Laurel behind him. Both of them were nursing bruised knuckles, too, Laurel also rubbing her throat occasionally. "Besides, it was nice to get our frustrations out on someone since we didn't get Diaz or Vigilante."

"So it's a win win," Laurel grinned.

"It still means so much," Kara smiled, giving each of them hugs, too.

"No problem, almas," Malcolm kissed the top of her head as Laurel hugged her tightly. "Alex gave us the usual bunks, so we'll be here in the morning, too."

"We expect to see you before we go," Laurel smirked.

"Thank you," Kara smiled.

"Oh, also," Malcolm grinned. "Winn offered to make a copy of the security feed, just in case Mon-El ever needs a reminder of what happens if he hurts you."

Kara spent the next few moments giggling hysterically.

***

Oliver turned off the light in Kara's bedroom, moving down to lay down next to her. As soon as he had gotten comfortable, Kara rolled over as close to him as she could get, and Oliver slid his arm under her neck, pulling her so she nestled comfortably against him. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything. Coming when Winn asked, when I should have, getting my necklace back, staying . . . "

"You don't ever need to thank me for being here for you," Oliver whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "And getting your necklace back? Kara, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. If you hadn't asked me to hold back, I don't know what else I would have done to Mon-El, even if he deserved it."

Kara smiled softly. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself the same question constantly in regards to you," Oliver admitted. "I don't know . . . but whatever I did, I'm thankful for it."

Kara smiled, leaning her head on Oliver's chest. "I love you," she told him quietly. "So much."

Oliver tilted her head up to him and kissed her, smiling against her lips. "I love you, too."

***

Do you guys have any idea how much I was grinning when Oliver laid into Mon-El? I enjoyed it so much. Sorry there's not much in the way of Oliver punching him, but words hurt just as much, if not more.

Anyway . . . we got a title drop in the chapter! Because you guys know what's next . . . and if you thought it wouldn't have its own book, you're wrong. :)

"Nothing I Wouldn't Do For You," my take on "Crisis on Earth-X," will be up soon!