Chapter 97: Supergirl ~ Shelter From The Storm ~ Part One
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"I can't believe your dad and Kara let us walk through National City by ourselves," Evelyn was giggling as she dug into the frozen yogurt she was carrying.
William grinned back up at her as they walked down the streets. "I think they know we haven't even gone three blocks from Kara's apartment complex."
Evelyn snorted. "This is . . . what, my fourth time in National City? I don't even know where we are."
"That's what I'm here for," William smirked. "And you're keeping me in check."
"Am I?" Evelyn pointed her spoon at the much larger frozen yogurt cup he was holding.
William looked down at it, then shrugged and looked up at her. "Are you telling Dad?"
"Kara's probably listening in right now and will tell him instead," Evelyn rolled her eyes fondly.
"Hey, this isn't even half of what she typically gets," William stabbed his spoon into the frozen yogurt. "Compared to her, I'm having a small portion."
"Uh huh," Evelyn smirked.
"I am!"
"Tell your dad that!"
William grumbled, but he went back to eating his frozen yogurt. "It's just good to have a break from Star City now that my dad isn't getting impeached."
"Agreed," Evelyn nodded.
"Hey, what time is it?" William suddenly asked, looking at his phone. Evelyn was about to point out he had his watch right on his wrist, then realized she had no idea if Earth-38 ran on the same clock as Earth-1 did, and William perked up. "Come on, we need to see the Legion off!"
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"I went to the market yesterday, Father," J'onn told M'yrnn, stepping into the living room where he was mediating. "I bought some of those cocoa beans. I thought we could mix them up with some of those Sidamo Guji beans you like so much. On this planet, they call the mixing of the two brown waters a mocha."
M'yrnn turned to look at him, brow furrowing. "Please leave me be, Rokar."
J'onn did a double take, then walked forward, sitting across from M'yrnn. "It's not Rokar. It's J'onn, Father." M'yrnn looked at him, a small expression of surprise on his face. "But I still have a little time before seeing the Legion off. Perhaps I could help you with the Ta'ar Kar'iq, continue the preservation of your memories."
"I haven't the energy today," M'yrnn looked down.
"I think it would be good for you," J'onn began.
"I have not the energy," M'yrnn insisted, and J'onn nodded in acceptance. "Maybe if you could turn on the vinyl discs, that would be nice."
"Sure," J'onn nodded, giving M'yrnn a smile. "Of course."
He stood up, walking over to the player, and when he turned on the music and the first jazz notes came forth, M'yrnn smiled softly.
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"Chameleon was the first Legionnaire to fall," Imra gestured to one of the cryotubes, showing the team. "Stricken by the Blight. Six more quickly followed."
"So you put them in stasis to save their lives," Kara deduced.
"It was Brainy's idea," Mon-El nodded. "Keep them on ice until we can find a cure."
"I was wondering why you hadn't woken them up to join the fight," Alex nodded.
We couldn't risk exposing your timeline to the sickness," Imra explained. "Couldn't risk causing the very thing we were trying so hard to prevent."
"Considering how bad it was with just Pestilence and not the Blight, thank you for that," Oliver grimaced, William rapidly nodding in agreement.
"But we prevent it," Mon-El smiled proudly. "And with Pestilence defeated in this time, they were never infected, so their vitals are back normal."
"It is imperative that Imra return to the future," Querl spoke up. "We don't know that the Titan Alliance will have held given the change to the timeline. Every second we waste could bring us closer to intergalactic war."
"Yes, please avoid intergalactic war," Felicity nodded quickly.
"Well, with the Legion's help, we defeated two Worldkillers," Kara smiled fondly. "I think we can handle Reign from here on out." She flapped her cape intentionally. "Especially with my new cape tricks."
"Well, I guess it's back to the future, then," Mon-El nodded.
Several people blinked. "Uh," Dig held out. "He know – "
"That it's a movie title?" Mon-El finished, smiling sheepishly. "I know. I just like saying it."
"Yes," Querl nodded in agreement. "What time traveler doesn't?" He extended his hand, deepening his voice dramatically. "Back to the future!"
Mon-El and Imra looked at him incredulously, and Querl's head whipped towards Felicity, Evelyn, William, Malcolm, and Laurel when they stifled snorts of amusement, though Oliver and Slade exchanged amused looks.
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"When I first got here, I assessed you as a first-level intellect," Querl told Winn as they walked through the cruiser.
"Thank you," Winn nodded in recollection.
"As reference, I'm a 12th."
"Oh, yes," Winn just barely refrained from rolling his eyes. "Yes, you've mentioned that."
"But now that I've gotten to know you, I realize that you're actually more accurately categorized as a 1.42-level intellect."
Winn stopped short, looking at Querl, who looked very pleased with himself. "Wow," he settled on saying. "Thank you."
"It is I who's expressing gratitude for all of your help," Querl shook his head, pulling a jar out from behind his back. "With this gift."
Winn blinked, then carefully took the jar from Querl. "What's this, space dirt?"
"Earth dirt," Querl corrected. "But it is from the 31st century."
Winn stared at him in shock. "Are you serious?" he stammered, pointing at it. "This is future dirt?"
"Yes," Querl confirmed.
"How did you – ?" he sputtered. "Did Mon-El tell you about my dirt collection?"
"No," Querl shook his head. "I ran a diagnostic of your personality and calculated with a 98.7% certainty that you either collected dirt or New York Mets baseball cards. And judging by the last 783 uninterrupted Major League seasons, I figured dirt was more likely to hold its value." Winn pondered that as Querl raised his hand to his head, undoing the human appearance, returning to his Coluan form. "Shall we embrace?" he asked.
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