Bab 98: Supergirl ~ Shelter From The Storm ~ Part Two
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Mon-El had a feeling that if he had started a timer some time ago, he would have found he'd been staring at Earth for at least two hours or so.
He'd looked at the planet so many times while on the Legion cruise, while on missions with his team in the future. Still, there was something about realizing he was leaving Earth, the Earth from his former present, again that made him fidget and wish he had something to do. he thought, a small frown on his face. He'd left Earth back then and left a girlfriend and friends behind. Now he was leaving behind the girl who'd grown to be his sister in arms, and Oliver was like another brother, one he never thought he would have. he realized.
"Ah, yes," a voice behind him startled him out of his stupor, and he quickly placed his hands in his pockets as Querl joined him in looking out at Earth. "This viewbeautiful."
"How long till we reach the disruption?" Mon-El asked, ready for a distraction.
"Five hours, twenty-two minutes, sixteen seconds," Querl answered promptly. Mon-El sighed, then nodded, resolving himself for having to stare at the planet for even longer, then Querl stiffened next to him. "Oh," he said blankly. "That's a shame."
To someone who didn't know Coluans, Querl wasn't sincere. Mon-El knew otherwise. "What's a shame?" he asked, looking at his friend.
"I was calculating the odds of Supergirl, the Green Arrow, his team, and the D.E.O. defeating Reign now that her power has tripled," Querl answered.
Mon-El repeated.
"It appears she absorbed the powers of PestilencePurity," Querl nodded.
Mon-El's head was reeling, and he shook his head, trying to come to terms with what he just heard. "Wait, how do you know this?"
"I bugged the D.E.O.," Querl admitted. "In the dirt I gave Winn." He snorted. "And he thinks he's a 1.42-level intellect."
"Why would you bug them?" Mon-El asked.
"I grew quite fond of Supergirl and her compatriots," Querl shrugged. "I wanted to keep tabs."
Mon-El steeled himself. "Tell me the odds."
"On their own, they have a 51% chance of success," Querl recited. "If they gain the aid of the Flash, Captain Lance, and their compatriots, that jumps to 62%. Ironically, if only one Legionnaire had stayed behind, their success rate jumps to 88.8%." Mon-El looked back out at Earth, processing his friend's words. "Technically, the odds are in their favor."
"Wait," Mon-El thought of something else. "But if Reign absorbed Pestilence's powers, then she could still become the Blight."
"Negative," Querl shook his head immediately. "I checked the vitals of our sleeping Legionnaires. No Blight, that's a certainty. The certainty."
"We have to help them," Mon-El murmured.
"Supergirl's fight is not our fight," Querl said. "Besides, we have to get Imra home. Supergirl is stronger than any Legionnaire. I have faith in her."
Mon-El gritted his teeth. "So do I."He caught sight of Imra watching the two of them, then shook his head. "I'm going to check the stasis chambers for re-entry into our time," he announced, walking past his wife, well aware of her eyes on his back as he went.
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A pained noise from the bed next to J'onn made Kara look away from the Martian, and as Laurel looked up from J'onn's other side, Kara hastened to join Oliver by Patricia. "Patricia," she quietly called, sitting next to her. "Patricia?" The woman's eyes blearily opened, and Kara reached out, taking her hand. "Hey," she whispered. "Stay with us."
Patricia swallowed, looking at her. "When you see Sam," she said quietly. "You'll tell her that I'm sorry . . . that I should have held her close. And tell Ruby . . . tell her that her grandmother loved her." Kara bit her lip hard, nodding as Patricia cried. "Promise me!" the woman rasped.
"I promise," Kara nodded, squeezing her hand.
Patricia nodded, then her face twisted in pain and her head fell back on the pillow, her eyes closing. The monitors beeped a flatline, and Kara looked down at her hands, watching Patricia's go limp in her palm. She swallowed hard, bowing her head and crying at the loss of the adoptive mother of a friend, and Oliver quietly slipped an arm around her shoulders, pressing his lips to the top of her head supportively.
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"I wonder what everyone thinks when the three of us get together," Max said in a cheerful tone as he walked into Lena's office at L-Corp.
"Oh, we're conquering the world, of course, and giving CatCo an exclusive about it as long as they don't go to the cops," Lena smirked sarcastically.
"You know, it's actually kind of terrifying that the two of you bounce off each other like that," James looked between the two of them warily.
"Well, good," Max sat down. "We need to terrify someone now that neither of our companies are in the villain business."
"I never was," Lena snorted.
"Potato, potato," Max shrugged, then raised an eyebrow when he saw Lucy look at her phone and stiffen. "What happened?"
Lucy sighed, looking up. "Patricia Arias is dead," she answered, rubbing her forehead. "And Reign killed her."
"Sam?" Lena blanched as James sighed and hung his head.
Lucy nodded miserably. "And she absorbed Purity and Pestilence's powers, so she's now more dangerous than ever."
Max quietly swore as Lena buried her face in her hands. "I guess we can plot to stop Reign instead of conquering the world," James looked between Lena and Max.
"Because we all know how well I do when I plot to take down a Kryptonian," Max looked at Lena.
Lena took a deep breath. "There's a formula Lex had in his archives on how to make Kryptonite," she admitted, making everyone in the room do a double take. "I had it in a bottle next to my bed. That's how I was able to get Reign to leave, I manufactured some that I could keep with me just in case."
"That's it," James gestured. "You can make Kryptonite that the D.E.O. can use against Reign!"
"But if I take it to the D.E.O., it's close to Kara," Lena argued, looking at him. "I can't hurt my best friend like that, James! I know how much it hurts her!"
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