Chapter 19Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextDaisy was in just, a lot of pain. She'd had worse, but fuck it felt like she was a bell getting gonged or whatever it was called. The way it rung her head made it harder to ignore than the dull ache of broken bones. She licked the blood off of her upper lip under the mask. Disgusting, but it was ticklish and kind of driving her a bit crazy as she kept an eye out while Kara got to hug her family. Thank fuck, Kara's insane idea for breaking mind control worked.
She had a sick feeling that there wasn't going to be a way out that didn't involve a lot of death. Yeah, Non and his ilk were going to need to be stopped. But if there wasn't a city's worth of hostages, it wasn't going to have to be the same brutal and fast fight it would have had to have been. And shit, Daisy was going to break Non's jaw for the Alex death match stunt. She didn't know Alex, but that didn't change the fact it was a level of fucked up that made her teeth grind.
It was certainly not the parking lot event that Daisy'd been expecting. But watching Kara, Alex, and apparently their mom hugging was good. It was really good. A feeling Daisy was pretty positive she shared with the weak and barely keeping it together alien that was J'onn.
Daisy walked towards J'onn while unzipping the front of her suit jacket. "You're bleeding out there."
"I can hang on as long as I need to." His voice was heavy with pain and exhaustion.
She rolled her eyes under her mask and ripped her tank top off of herself. Sports bra and jacket. Not the best, but it's not like she had compression bandages on her person. Daisy zipped herself back up before neatly tearing her ruined tank top into something like a bandage. "Shirt up, we're stopping the bleeding."
"Very well." He grimaced, pulling his black polo shirt's hem up to under his armpits, showing the ugly wound that was pulsing with red. His expression was suspicious.
Daisy ignored it, pressing some of the fabric against the wound, and ignored his alarm sound as she unbuckled and yanked his belt off. She quickly used it to hold her poor tanktop in place and keep pressure on the wound. "Don't know if you get infections, but that wasn't hygienic so maybe think about antibiotics." She looked up at him to make sure he was actually with it enough to follow what she was saying.
Rewardingly, he was. Pained, yes, but his eyes weren't glassy but instead clear, and evaluating as he let her bandage him. "Thank you, you did not have to help me."
"I know, but army of mind-controlling assholes," She tilted her head, "And you matter to Supergirl. Is there a saying about a friend of my friend? Or the friend of the hot girl I've been bothering for a couple of weeks?"
He let his shirt fall back down. "I think there's more to you being here than that. Supergirl would not tolerate you if you were as dishonorable as that." And that explained so much about how Kara talked about him. The dad vibes were real.
"I'm a lot of things, honorable isn't one of them." She didn't turn her back on him exactly, but she did step back, her attention flicking to the Danvers family reunion.
Kara was facing them. "Guys, this is Quake, she's a friend."
Daisy raised a hand, this was so not going to go well. "Sup."
"Quake, this is Eliza and Alex Danvers." Kara neatly avoided mentioning the elephant in the room that everyone had to know Daisy/Quake knew their names and that Supergirl saw them as family.
Eliza ignored the evaluating near hostile expression on Alex's face and walked forward holding out her hand. "Thank you for protecting my girls."
"You're welcome?" Daisy shook the woman's hand, it was…weird.
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Cat Grant could accept she'd misjudged the Quake situation. She still despaired for Supergirl's taste in women, but if her Super-assistant wanted to get involved in some torrid lesbian Romeo and Juliet nonsense, far be it for her to say anything. Well, she fully intended to say something. But Kara could do worse than the Hot Topic murder gremlin. It wasn't every day you found someone willing to jump out windows for you or willing to throw down with evil uncles despite internal bleeding. The glory and victory of Kara's Hope plan being proven was softening the blow.
"So, Supergirl's plan is to broadcast a symbol..." The alien with the bloodstained polo said slowly.
She walked to the sound equipment, they weren't putting on a subpar show on her watch. "Of hope."
"Of hope?" He asked, his weight heavily resting on the table by Max.
She really didn't have time to explain all of this again. "With a speech."
"A speech?" Polo Alien asked with rising baffled confusion.
Max was a doll and replied. "Also about hope."
"But how will she cut through Myriad and reach the people?" His genuineness was the only reason she didn't verbally wound him worse than that scratch on his side.
Cat did sigh in some frustration. "Supergirl is my protege, reaching people is what I do. Plus, there is scientific evidence that supports my plan." She looked toward the science part of their quartet that had actually been productive in this whole 'war' thing. "Max."
He obediently explained the plan. "Myriad works by shutting down the connection between the amygdala and the rostral anterior cingulate cortex." He properly poked his head into the room. "The parts of the human brain that give rise to optimism and hope."
Alex Danvers, and wasn't it delicious to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Kara Danvers and Supergirl were the same person, stepped in. "Under Myriad, I could see, I could hear, but it was like I was a complete stranger to myself. And then Supergirl said something about believing in me and my family and it was like a switch went off in my brain. I could suddenly feel again. I could feel hope."
Cat did appreciate the heartfelt sincerity of it all, especially since it was proving her right.
"And that's what she's gonna give them once Max can kick start the connections." Alex finished with all the honest vulnerable sincerity the woman was likely capable of.
"If. This equipment is a dinosaur." Max continued to rush, flitting between boxes of equipment. "If I can get her speech on TV and the symbol on computers and phones, I'm even more of a genius than I thought."
Quake spoke up from the system she'd been focusing on for a while. "Hey, we are even more of geniuses than you thought. I'm doing the overriding part to your signal piggybacking, dipshit."
"Fine, we." Max flipped the last switches, before looking up. "Okay, we're ready."
The blond woman—Eliza Danvers, Supergirl's adoptive mother, it almost hurt Cat that she wouldn't be publishing this—walked out of the sound stage, closing the door behind her. "Okay, she's ready too."
Max raised his hand, "In three, two, one…"
And Kara Danvers, in all her Supergirl glory, opened her mouth, and Cat Grant knew to her bones it was going to be good. Stress always did bring out the best in her after all.
"People of National City. This is Supergirl and I hope you can hear me. We have been attacked. Mothers and fathers, friends and neighbors, children, everyone, suddenly stopped by a force of evil as great as this world has ever known." And oh, that was really good. "Your attacker has sought to take your free will, your individuality, your spirit. Everything that makes you who you are." What made it work was Kara herself, her heart on her sleeve and belief pouring from her very bones. "When facing an attack like this, it's easy to feel hopeless. We retreat, we lose our strength, lose our self."
It was better than Cat could have written for her, because it was pure hope and heart distilled in its most genuine form, and that couldn't be scripted. "I know. I lost everything when I was young. When I first landed on this planet, I was sad and alone. But I found out that there is so much to love in this world out there for the taking, and you the people of National City, you helped me. You let me be who I'm meant to be. You gave me back to myself. You made me stronger than I ever thought possible, and I love you for that. Now, in each and every one of you, there is a light, a spirit, that cannot be snuffed out. That won't give up. I need your help again. I need you to hope."
"Hope. That you will remember that you can all be heroes. Hope. That when faced with an enemy determined to destroy your spirit, you will fight back and thrive. Hope. That those who once may have shunned you will, in a moment of crisis, come to your aid. Hope. That you will see again the faces of those you love and perhaps even those you have lost." The desperate hope was practically trembling off of Kara as she pleaded for the people to hope.
And then the phones started to ring. And Cat couldn't help it, she smiled, it was working. Her girl had done it. Cat could admit the tremulous, relief and joy on Kara's face as her sister told her that it was working, touched her.
Cat scrolled through the alerts on her phone, the time stamp of four am was haunting her. There would be no sleep before she went into the office. "Well now that that's over with, we have work to do."
"It's not over." Quake, and almost certainly Daisy Johnson if how she and Kara interacted indicated what Cat thought, said from where she was leaning against the wall.
Max's face was sharp as he looked at her. "The Myriad signal isn't stopping?"
"No, it's getting stronger." And it was hard to tell, with the voice changer, but Cat was nearly sure the woman's voice was tighter, her posture certainly was tenser than it'd been thirty minutes ago when Supergirl had first started her speech.
Max pulled out his phone, "You're saying the signal is being amplified?"
"Yes." There was something wrong with Quake.
Supergirl agreed. She was by Quake's side in a blur, "Your heart rate is spiking!"
"Excuse me, what's going on? How is she able to tell that?" Eliza asked, stepping forward.
Max replied as his eyes scanned his phone, "Not entirely clear, but from what I've seen, her thing isn't super strength like your daughter, it's vibrations." His tongue clucked, "She's right, the signal is being amplified on the LTE networks."
Quake just gave a tight nod, not disagreeing with Max.
A thing that alarmed Cat, because Quake had made it clear she loathed Max and was only playing nice with him because of Supergirl.
Supergirl hissed, "You're bleeding from your eyes!" Supergirl could see through the mask…Cat felt rather like an idiot for not putting that together. Of course, she responded with less discomfort to the honestly deeply unsettling, try-too-hard, mask.
"It's fine, had worse. My bones haven't started cracking," Quake's masked face swung to Max, inane LED smiling face flickering slightly. "We need to shut those satellites down, now."
Alex strode forward, and stared, unimpressed at the woman. "I'm taking your pulse, don't punch me."
"Won't help, 300bpm is in the normal range for me." Quake lifted a shoulder faintly. "Not human."
Supergirl's jaw tensed, and then her head snapped to Max. "How do we get the satellites down?"
"We don't unless the DEO is hiding some kind of weapon that can shoot multiple satellites out of orbit." He gestured sharply, "There's twelve of them and they're not all conveniently orbiting directly above National City."
Quake made a distorted hissing sound. "That explains a lot." She lunged for the dusty wastebasket, ripping the lower half of her mask off, and immediately puking into it.
Cat's nose wrinkled in distaste as she took a step backward. "Should we be taking her to the hospital? And somewhere where her vomit won't be stinking up my building." She eyed the walls that had all shaken ominously the second Quake was distracted.
"That's blood," Alex said from where she'd dropped down in a crouch. She looked up at her sister who was on Quake's other side, one hand on the angst bucket of a woman's back. "Get her to the DEO, she's bleeding internally."
Quake's voice was faintly raspy, and it was her real voice. "That's where the blood is supposed to be."
"I'll see you at the DEO." Supergirl ignored Quake's ridiculous protest as she nodded to her sister. And then scooped Quake up causing the woman to squawk before moving so fast they basically vanished.
Cat sighed, "Well, victory was nice while it lasted. Someone is emptying that waste basket and burning it on their way out." She grabbed her purse, "Come find me if anyone needs a muse to solve this problem as well."
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Lucy was rubbing one wrist from where she'd been handcuffed. A thing she was grateful for, she felt sick to her stomach at the realization she'd discharged her weapon, with kryptonite ammunition at Kara. She could have killed her. She snapped into mission mode as a blue and red blur that was Supergirl shot by for the medical department.
Lucy took off at a run for the medical wing, the way the air felt electric and heavy suddenly was alarming. She barely kept from the glass door slamming into her face, as she shot in after Supergirl. "Status?"
"Myriad isn't stopped, they're increasing the signal," Supergirl said as she gently set a very unhappy-looking Quake on the medical bed.
Quake batted Supergirl's hands away but did grab one squeezing it. "I'm fine, she's overreacting. But you have to make sure the quarantine isn't taken down." And even though the voice changer there was a bite, it was half order.
Lucy would have been insulted, except, Quake was holding Supergirl's hand and she may have been mind-controlled, but she'd seen them when they'd handled everything in the control room. Which was not more than forty minutes after Lucy had come on shift after leaving game night. She wasn't an idiot. If an experienced soldier told her the situation required the quarantine to remain in place, she wouldn't argue till she saw evidence Johnson was wrong. "What's the sitrep?"
"We broke Myriad's control of the population, but the signal is getting amplified," Supergirl replied, casting a worried look at Quake. "Maxwell Lord should be coming here soon to help. J'onn and Alex helped, I think at least Alex is coming too. But we need a doctor for Quake."
"I'm fine." Quake's sigh sounded uncomfortably like a hiss.
"You threw up blood!" Kara protested, "And you're bleeding from…everything on your face."
Quake shook her head. "You need me, I have your back, yeah? Even if my arms start fracturing the gauntlets will brace it so I can keep going. It's fine."
Lucy blanched at that, Supergirl looked aghast.
"And if your bones start breaking?!" She protested.
Quake shook her head. "Unless I start cracking walls it's fine. If I start cracking walls, shoot me with a tranq. But I'm still fully functional. Now can I get off the bed? We need to stop Myriad."
"If you want to be out in the field you'll let a medic evaluate you." Lucy cut in, and it was an order.
Quake's stupidly disconcerting and unnerving mask looked straight at her, before finally giving a sharp nod. "No needles."
"Dr. Saunders, evaluate the patient, and then Quake, unlock our systems. Supergirl, five minutes." Lucy turned on her heel and headed straight for the control room, grabbed the satellite phone that wasn't looped into the internal systems, and dialed her father's number. She turned down a side hallway, just short of the control room as the phone picked up.
-"Who is this? How did you get this number?!"-
"It's me. General, you have to keep the quarantine intact. Myriad is still active. Anyone you send in will become caught in the field, the threat is ongoing." Lucy desperately wanted to hug her father. But she had a job, and she may love him, but she didn't trust him in this mess.
And like the General he was, he processed that quickly. -"Affirmative, do we know the new goals of the attack?"-
"No, but I'll have an expert here to assist shortly. I'll have you kept in the loop as the situation progresses." Lucy reported, and it was stupid, her father wasn't her direct superior any longer, but old habits.
-"Understood, have you secured the Martian J'onn J'onzz, I have reports he was seen in the city?"-
Lucy bristled, "He just helped save this whole city. All of us."
-"What he has done subsequent to his crimes is neither here nor there. You must prioritize apprehending him while you have the opportunity."-
She wanted to plead with him. To demand if he understood that his black-and-white thinking was what was breeding the same type of hate and resentment that allowed if not caused the Kryptonians to attack in the first place. But he wasn't here, she was the one in charge of National City right now. "As Director of the DEO it's my call what the priority is inside the city, and I will not be dedicating manpower to chasing a man whose assistance we may need."
-"He's not a man. I am trying to protect you. Allowing a threat to run around to do as it pleases while you're under attack is reckless. I taught you better than that."-
Lucy's jaw tightened, "It's not your call, General."
Lucy ignored the looks her agents were giving Quake as the woman, who had blood dribbling down her neck from where her ears were bleeding, was fixing their computer system for them. Instead, she let the grim reality of what Max was saying as he explained the situation, sink in.
"I've found out that since we ended the Kryptonian mind control, the Myriad wave has been amplified ten-fold and is rising exponentially," Max reported to the assembled agents, two fugitives, Supergirl, and whatever Quake actually was.
Alex frowned, her hands on her hips. "Amplified? To what end? The only one it's affecting is Quake."
"Not so, Emergency rooms all over the city are admitting people complaining about headaches. They're from Myriad, which, by my calculations, will continue to amplify until pop goes the cranium." Max was genuinely terrified. "They couldn't control us, so instead, they're going to kill us."
Lucy spoke up, "Why use Myriad for that, if they wanted to attack Non has an army?"
"An army of criminals, ones sworn to Astra." Quake rolled back from where she'd just hit something that brought all their screens back. "He might not have enough control to drop an army on us. And armies mean fatalities, on both sides. It's a risk."
Alex kept shooting looks at Quake like she wanted to peel the woman open and figure her out. "She's not wrong, and we have the army parked outside the city. They may not be able to kill Kryptonians, but the rest of his followers?"
"The Kryptonians were using Myriad for mind control because the frequency penetrates neural tissue." Max tossed a USB to Quake.
Quake plugged it in and pulled up the readings Max was talking about. And that was a safety risk Lucy was going to have to plug after this. Just, an entire overhaul of digital security after Max and Quake both got their hands on the systems.
"Now, the Kryptonians are increasing the frequency. Exponentially." He gestured to the jumps in the data. "We're talking terahertz jumps. Like using an Uzi on a mosquito."
Alex was frowning at the data, "And we're the mosquito."
"Once the wave reaches its full potential, the electromagnetic energy will create enough pressure to…" Max grimaced.
Kara spoke from where her arms were crossed, grim understanding on her face. "To kill every human on the planet like you said." She shook herself slightly. "I need to tell James and Winn. They could help."
"Let's not get our cape in a bunch." Max cut in.
Quake was definitely glaring under her mask, "Condescend to her again, and I will snap your neck."
"He's right." Lucy cut off that particular spat. "Telling them wouldn't do us any good right now."
Alex's arms tightened slightly where they were crossed, "How long do we have?"
"Eight hours. I usually love a good countdown, but this is bad." Max was an ass, but he was genuinely scared. "This is really bad."
Lucy stepped towards Max, "Think you can find the source so we can shut it down?"
"You're lucky I work well under pressure." He shot a look at Quake, "And if she refrains from snapping my neck, her help could make a difference."
Lucy nodded. "Do it." She looked at her tech agents who she was really going to have to replace. If they survived this she was poaching Winn. "Monitor them."
Vasquez cleared her throat. "Ma'ams, you're needed in the armory."
Notes:Noticed in the comments last chapter a few people real on the Alex was stupid for coming to National City train. And like...no? I mean yeah, her plan failed, and yeah her and Kara's relationship is an unhealthy mess, but going to National City wasn't a dumb decision. She went in with J'onn, one of the strongest aliens on the planet fully capable of protecting her from mind control. If Indigo hadn't been waiting it probably wouldn't have gone to hell. Which yeah I cut that scene just so I wasn't just regurgitating the episode, but like, she very much came in with a plan. And even if she hadn't, like...Supergirl, Cat Grant, Max Lord, and Quake against an alien attack a decade in the making is terrible odds. That's time for the stupid plans because it's that or the planet is getting conquered. Alex is a high-ranking black ops agent specialized in aliens. That is absolutely the type of situation she's trained and qualified to go help with.
Chapter 20Chapter TextKara turned to face Max who had been following her. She could see in his face what this was going to be about.
"Finding them will be the easy part." They both knew he was speaking the truth. "Defeating them with only you, that's our problem."
She forced her disquiet down, putting on her best public face, and a confidence she didn't feel in her words. "And to think I thought you'd learned by now, I can handle anything."
"I'm not trying to be an ass." He walked closer to her. "I know you can handle anything. But I'm actually worried. And if the others were thinking straight, they'd be worried too." Max didn't give her the luxury of mercy in his words. "You have no backup. Your sidekick J'onn is injured and is only outside of a cell because Director Lane has a soft touch. The DEO can't follow you because even if they had the firepower to make a difference, no human can go to whatever is generating this signal. Their heads would explode. And so would your joy suck of a partner. If just this level of the signal is debilitating Quake she won't even make it as close to Myriad as a human."
Kara's breath was shaky, but he was right. It was horrible, but he was right and it was all things she'd known, even if she had not wanted to think about it.
"If you go out there and fight, you might win. But the chances are this is a suicide mission."
She wondered if this was how he showed he cared. "You know I'll never stop trying."
"Believe me, no one's rooting for you more than I am. I just want you to know what you're facing so that you're prepared." And Rao they'd come so far. He'd gone from trying to kill her to being worried for her.
Kara would face what was coming, to her last breath. "I will stop Non and Indigo."
"Good." He held her gaze before turning to go back to the work of finding the source.
She swallowed, "Hey…Don't tell Alex my odds, okay?" Kara looked at the stone walls of the DEO and she knew what she had to do. But she had goodbyes she needed to say first. Things she needed to say.
Kara paused looking at the medical rooms. Daisy was being forced to breathe in oxygen, blood smeared across what little skin the doctor, or more likely Lucy, had managed to bully her into showing. Her ungloved hands and attention focused on the tablet she'd commandeered at some point. Working despite being in agony. Kara was so grateful to have had Daisy here with her every step of this horrible night and now day. But she wasn't who she needed to speak to first.
So Kara went into the other medical room where J'onn was sitting up on his bed. She crossed her arms, trying to stay strong for this as the door shut behind her. "Max Lord says he's very close to finding the source of the Myriad wave, and once he does, I'll have my mission."
"James Olsen called Lucy to tell her that you've been acting strange like you were saying goodbye or something?" J'onn looked at her with knowing eyes.
She swallowed looking away. "I didn't mean to worry him. I just… We both know what I'm up against."
He nodded, his shoulders moving from the motion. There was something almost pleading about his face.
"I will save the Earth, I promise you that." She was certain of that. She had to be. "I just don't know if I'll make it out alive.
J'onn's mouth opened, and then he just deflated, his head bowing, and arms holding his weight where he sat hunched over.
Kara hadn't wanted to cause him pain. "I didn't say things that needed to be said when I left Krypton and I wanted to make sure that I said them now." She waited till he looked up at her with grieved understanding. "Just in case."
"I was exactly where you are, Kara." His gaze held hers. "And when I was, you told me to never give up."
She shook her head. "I'm not giving up." This wasn't resigning herself, it was accepting the consequence of her will to fight and stand for what she believed in and loved. "But my mother didn't send me to Earth to fall in love with a human, have children, and live in a house with a white picket fence. She sent me here to protect Kal-El. And now, I will use my powers to protect the Earth."
Kara was filled with the love and the certainty of that love as she spoke. "And if I die achieving that, I'm at peace with it." She moved slightly so that J'onn couldn't look away from her. "I'll join my mother. We'll be together in Rao's light." She reached out, holding the top of J'onn's arms just below the shoulder and pulled him forward, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Because she forgave him, and he didn't need to protect her from this.
Releasing him she smiled, the understanding of loss and grief and love sitting at peace between them. She gave a slight nod and then turned, leaving the room. Her next stop would be shorter.
It was so easy to just walk into the room where Daisy was. Daisy looked up at her.
"Hey, when are we leaving?" Daisy set the laptop aside, ready to hop off the medical bed.
Kara wasn't a spy, but Daisy'd told her in the beginning hadn't she? Kara was faster than her. She moved, unholstering Daisy's gun and shooting her with the glowing blue tranquilizing rounds.
Daisy's eyes barely had time to widen, her body just starting to twist. And then the blue veins from the chemical spread across her skin before she dropped.
Kara caught her before she could hurt herself. She looked over at Dr. Saunders, her voice felt thick. "Take care of her?"
Kara slipped into the control room, catching Lucy's arm and pulling her to the side slightly. Her voice was quiet. "I tranqed Quake, don't let anyone hurt her, please."
"We owe her our lives," Lucy hesitated. "Kara, what's going on?"
She smiled faintly, "She'd have tried to come with me and it would have killed her."
"Kara-"
She pulled away, raising her voice, "What do you have, Max?"
"Found 'em." Max gloated, pulling up the specs on the screens. "Thanks to this pretty little thing."
Kara's eyes widened in recognition. "An Omegahedron. We used these as energy sources on Krypton. Just one of them can power an entire city."
"Well, this one's powering the destruction of this planet," Max replied, folding his hands in his lap in the chair he was sitting in before the screens. "It's powering the Myriad wave, and its energy is building by the second."
Alex spoke up from the railing, "So where are the Kryptonians hiding?"
"About 500 miles northeast of here. Nevada."
Kara couldn't help it, "So your bomb wouldn't have worked."
"No, it wouldn't have," Max admitted with a tight smile.
Alex was frowning, "What the hell is in Nevada?"
"In my experience, mediocre buffets and regret," Max answered glibly.
Lucy frowned, "Video call in the General, I know I've seen a report mentioning army activity there."
"Ma'am," Valquez started typing, a screen coming up with General Lane's face.
The General was certainly prompt, -"Lucy!"- And he loved his daughter for all Kara kinda hated him.
Lucy straightened, "What's in Nevada? We've tracked the Myriad signal there."
-"It's Fort Rozz."-
Kara could help it, "What, you just left it there?"
-"You try moving a one million-ton alien spacecraft. We did the only thing we could."- He defended hotly. -"We concealed it using its own stealth technology, cordoned off the area, and called it a nuclear test zone."-
"Making it the perfect place to hide." Alex shared a look with Kara. "They've been there the whole time."
Kara uncrossed her arms, turning to leave. "I'll find them."
"Not by yourself you won't," J'onn said as he walked into the room. "I'm coming with you."
Alex looked nervous, hands twitching with frustration at not being able to help. "You're hurt."
"There are too many lives at risk to send an agent in alone." J'onn looked at Kara and she understood.
It shouldn't have been a surprise to hear Max speaking up. "She's going to need all the help she can get."
"I got it." J'onn said.
Kara and he turned, walking towards the exit only to pause as Alex started to follow.
She raised her hands like she wanted to grab on and pull them back. "J'onn, Supergirl, be careful." Her hands lightly touched both of their arms before dropping to her sides.
J'onn nodded.
Kara reached back, unfastening her mother's necklace, and held it out to Alex. "Keep it safe for me?"
"Yeah." Alex's brow crinkled as she looked at her.
Kara couldn't stay, her sister knew her too well. So she turned and walked out.
"You didn't say goodbye to your sister," J'onn said once they were out of earshot.
She tipped her chin up. "If I say goodbye, I'm never leaving." And she had Non, Indigo, any others they may have prepared for them, and a million-ton spaceship to deal with.
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Kara woke up with the sharp prickly sensation of the solar bed when she was so tapped out the solar power prickled rather than tingled. Looking around the metal room of the DEO medical room was empty. She started to sit up, before groaning by the time she hit an upright position. She felt achy and sore. How…she'd died. She'd been floating above the earth, Non defeated, Fort Rozz off the earth and with it Myriad. But now...
She turned to the touch on her arm. Kara felt confused but such deep affection at the sight of her sister. "What happened?"
The practiced calm on Alex said it was serious. Alex squeezed her arm. "You saved the world." She dropped her arm, her voice slightly shaky. "And then I saved you with your pod." Alex smiled slightly, "You're not the only badass in the family."
Kara couldn't help laughing, her sister's laughter joining her. The relief was electric and shaky and exhausting all at once.
"And, uh..." Alex reached up, unfastening the necklace from around her neck. "This belongs to you." She handed it to Kara before her hands fell to her hips. "I think your mother would've really appreciated my piloting skills."
Kara would never be able to put into words the weight of her love and relief at the sight of her sister there beside her.
"There are a lot of people out there waiting to say thank you." There was a quality to Alex's voice that said she'd been crying.
Everything felt…soft. The sharp urgency and weight of the hours of just everything since Myriad had started just gone. Kara knew her voice was quiet. "J'onn?"
"Injured, again, but the President called, she's pardoned him." Alex ran her hand up and down Kara's arm. "No more being on the run."
She nodded, her smile crinkling around her eyes. "Good, that's really good."
"I think Lucy's going to hire him back on at the DEO, she was in his medical room as soon as the ink was on paper." Alex looked at her with those eyes brimming with all the things they'd said when Kara had thought she was going to die. And maybe, maybe they were good again.
Kara swallowed thickly, "Quake?"
"Woke up an hour ago, refused medical care, and left as soon as she saw you were alive." Alex hesitated, "You trust her?"
Kara nodded, "I do."
"Ok, then." Alex's face said she had some thoughts about that but wasn't going to say them now.
Kara was grateful for it. "Eliza?"
"Out with everyone else." Alex laid her hand over Kara's. "She's going to be so upset once she stops being relieved."
She leaned into her sister. "El Mayarah."
"El Mayarah." Alex agreed.
And it wasn't perfect, but Kara had her sister back. Alex wasn't going anywhere without her, and that made it perfect in its own way. But time to face everyone. Even if Kara felt a quiet sorrow more than any kind of pride about what she'd done. Relief, and joy at her loved ones being safe. But sorrow lingered anyway. She breathed out, "Stay by my side?"
"Wouldn't be anywhere else." Alex agreed.
Kara landed in her apartment. It was dark and silent. The sound, smells, and warmth of another person were absent. She couldn't blame anyone but herself. She wouldn't change what she'd done. But it still ached to see she'd ruined things just when she'd realized what was there. Or could be there? She wanted to be there?
She swallowed thickly, but couldn't bring herself to move, or change from her suit. It didn't matter that she knew Alex, Eliza, and everyone thought and had ordered her to go get some rest. This silent darkness felt…honest in a way the lights, praise, and gratitude earlier had't. The peace from earlier hadn't faded, but she'd died in the cold of space, and now was left to face what she'd accepted as lost.
"Hey," There was a knock on the open window frame.
Kara turned, "Daisy?" She couldn't keep the surprise off of her face.
Daisy tilted her head, "Yeah, I felt you get back. If now isn't a good time-"
"No, it's…it's a good time." Kara couldn't help sweeping Daisy for injuries, "You're not bleeding?"
Daisy shook her head as she easily climbed through the window, shutting it behind her. "No, I heal pretty fast, drank a Gatorade, and ate some protein bars. All healed up."
"I'm not sorry I shot you," Burst out of Kara's mouth despite that probably not being what she should have said.
Daisy shook her head, shoving her hands into her pockets. "No, you're fine. Next time maybe mention it'd kill me to help. I'd have hated it, but I'd have listened."
Kara's breathing was shaky, "I know I should have explained, but if you'd said anything to Alex and she realized, or if you'd tried to follow me anyway, I couldn't be responsible if you kept getting hurt, or even died."
"Hey, hey, I'm fine." Daisy was to her in three strides, hands cupping her face. "Ok? I'm fine. I might not be a plant like you that just has to get stuck in the sun, but I heal fast. And I'm bad at going easy when I should. Always have been. I'm not mad at you. Furthest thing from it."
She leaned into the touch, her hands coming up and holding Daisy's wrists, eyes closing.
Daisy shifted, and pulled her into a hug, "You did good, so, so good."
Shuddering, Kara leaned into Daisy's arms, hugging her back just as tightly.
"What do you need?" Daisy asked, arms tightening in a way that Kara could feel.
Kara didn't dare pull away, knowing her face was heated from what she was asking. "I don't want to be alone."
"I think we can handle that." Daisy gave a last squeeze, before pulling back, her brow raised, fond crinkles around her eyes. "First, you smell like space and are still in the suit though. Go shower, you'll feel more human."
She smiled, "Thank you."
"Hey, I barely helped," Daisy pushed her gently toward the bathroom. "Go, do you want me to order food?"
Kara shook her head, "Alex made me eat before she let me come home."
"Got it, extra pancakes tomorrow," Daisy replied as easy as anything. Because of course, she did.
Kara wasn't sure what exactly to do once she was out of the shower, in her softest pajamas, and just kind of standing there. She was too wrung out to really feel awkward, and too tired to be tense, but she wasn't entirely sure what to do.
Daisy rolled her eyes and then reached out and shoved her hard enough to topple her onto the bed with an 'oof'. Shaking her head, a faint smile on her face, she walked around, climbing in on the other side. "Come on, post near-death experience sleepless nights are par for the course."
She hesitated for a second and then crawled under the covers and scooted close enough that her knees were bumping into Daisy's, and she could feel her closeness. Kara closed her eyes and felt the last vestiges of the tension drain from her.
It was still. Kara spoke slowly, her arms coming up and folding against her chest, "It was cold."
"Space?" Daisy asked.
She could still feel it. "Hmm…but it was also…silent."
"It is," Daisy agreed quietly.
Kara wasn't sure why she trembled then. "It was peaceful. I saw Fort Rozz drifting away, and I knew everyone was safe, and I was…content."
Daisy let out a long sigh before shifting closer, and pressing her forehead against Kara's, her fingers curling around Kara's hands. "Yeah, permission to die a good death… it's peaceful like that." Her thumb rubbed at Kara's hand absently. "Are you glad you came back?"
"Yes? But it doesn't feel…" Kara wasn't sure how to explain. Just the love and relief and gratitude and sorrow just all there.
"Real?" Daisy offered.
Kara hummed, it was as close as anything.
"It'll feel real again in the morning." Daisy hesitated slightly, "And Kara, it's ok to feel sad about surviving, even if you didn't want to die."
Kara felt tears burning in her eyes, she didn't have anything left in her to say to that. She just snuggled into Daisy, her nose poking into Daisy's neck, and her silent tears soaking Daisy's t-shirt.
Warm arms just wrapped around her, and Daisy didn't say anything else, just holding her, the warm hum of her vibrations buzzing against her. And Kara felt safe.
Chapter 21Notes:uh...surprise? I guess? Idk, just felt like an extra chapter.
Chapter TextLucy was making a terrible decision. She was aware of that, as she stood in front of Johnson's apartment door. She'd waited till eleven in the morning to be sure that there was no chance of Kara being anywhere near the building. But it also meant if this went badly, no one was ever going to find her body, let alone know what had happened to her. A wonderfully cheery thought as she knocked on the door.
It took a minute, but then the door opened, and Daisy Johnson was looking at her, with a raised eyebrow, and wearing rumpled-looking pajamas. The flannel loose pajama pants and baggy long-sleeved shirt along with her unkept long hair didn't suit how horrifically dangerous she was. Even her voice was unalarming and understated. "Lane, wasn't expecting you?"
"We need to talk." Lucy refused to show her unease.
Johnson stepped back waving her into the apartment.
Lucy walked in, and couldn't help but notice the changes from half-gutted to actual apartment, if still a bit sparse. Her eyes caught the laptop by the couch as she turned on her heel to face the other woman. "How did you fake your military records?"
Johnson had shut the door, her back leaning against it, and the unguarded affability melted from her face. "Huh, that's an accusation."
"You could start at what your actual name is, and not that ridiculous one you have the media calling you, Quake." Lucy felt like the other woman's gaze was picking her apart.
Finally, Johnson pushed off the door, walking toward the kitchen. "Tea or coffee person?"
"Excuse me?" Lucy's jaw clenched.
Johnson raised a brow, "This is a coffee discussion then." She pulled two mugs out of the cupboard. "You know I never liked the name Quake, but it's better than the other options. I mean Project World Killer always sounded ridiculous as fuck." She grabbed the coffee pot and poured it. "Black coffee or do you put stuff in yours?"
"Black." Lucy felt a cold shiver down her spine. "What, is Project World Killer?"
Johnson raised a brow while putting the coffee pot back and pulling out creamer. "Depends on how you mean it, but classified, very classified, and me."
Oh, that was a very bad sign. "You're not serious."
"Not always," Johnson set the black cup of coffee on the edge of the kitchen island closest to Lucy, before leaning against the counter behind her. "If you don't mind my asking, what gave it away?"
"You dropped the act the second Kara needed you to. And she trusted you, completely." Lucy would admit she never would have put Johnson and Quake together without knowing how Daisy and Kara interacted. Johnson might be good, but she was tied to someone whose identity was an open secret.
Johnson sighed, dumping creamer into her own mug of coffee. "Yeah, I'm kinda accepting the secret identity thing isn't going to last." She shrugged, "Not that I have a life to be ruined by that."
Every single one of Lucy's instincts was screaming that she didn't want to know what the answers to her questions were. "Give me one reason I shouldn't have you dragged into the DEO? A person like you does not just end up as Supergirl's next-door neighbor."
"Too much of a coincidence?" Daisy picked up her mug, considering her words, and then her eyes were sharp as they looked at her. "I'm not a good person. What do you think happens when Supergirl hears Project World Killer is in her city? And don't give me that look, some secrets don't stay secret long, and I'm going to rip Cadmus to bloody chunks before the end of the year."
Lucy really did not like the conclusions she was drawing. "She'd try and stop you."
"How do you think that would go?" Daisy asked like it was that simple.
But it was that simple, wasn't it? Lucy swallowed. Kara would fight, and Lucy might not know exactly how strong Johnson was, but she wasn't a pushover and every scrap of her behavior screamed she was trained. "So you preempted a conflict between you."
"Yup, I mean I figured I was stopping by to say 'hi' and making sure I wasn't going to get pasted or have to break her. She took issue with the fact I was sleeping in my car." Johnson took a sip of her coffee and her face was genuinely fond. Or at least looked that way. "Then she went and told people I was her new neighbor. So I made that the truth."
Lucy hated that she actually believed that. "Wonderful."
"Hmm," Johnson considered her. "Before you ask, it gets complicated, but think of me as three-quarters human, one-quarter alien. And not the nice cuddly type of alien."
And Lucy hated that even more. "A quarter alien makes you that powerful?" She put every drop of disdain and disbelief into her voice as possible.
Johnson's lips twitched, "No, it means I had a bunch of junk DNA floating around in there. Nothing to write home about. I guess I didn't get sick as much as most kids. Healed a bit faster, not anything anyone would notice though. Hell, I didn't notice." She set her coffee aside. "But it meant I survived when other people realized I had it."
"Survived?" Lucy felt bile, she did not like the picture she was getting. The one that explained everything about Johnson's behavior since the day she'd shown up in National City.
The woman set aside her cup of coffee, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Johnson tossed her shirt aside and picked up her coffee again and sipped, her eyes staring at Lucy without a flicker of concern.
Lucy was a military woman, nudity wasn't a thing that bothered her. And Johnson had left her bra and pants on. She hadn't needed to take them off. Lucy didn't need to be a doctor to know what she was looking at. There were scars. They weren't particularly raised or discolored. But they were quite visible. The two gut wounds were blatantly fatal. The crooks of her arms were a mess of scarring, but it was the Y-incision that put any doubt of what the point was to bed.
"How long?" The Military was deeply entangled with Cadmus. Cadmus that experimented on humans and aliens.
Johnson's head tipped to the side, "Depends on what you mean, took the two gut shots on one of my first missions when I was eighteen. No chance of survival, no family."
And here she was, actually Lucy was almost positive which classified report she didn't have access to that was. So dying soldiers with no one to care, it'd be so, so easy to pass them to Cadmus for experimental medical procedures.
"The slave chip didn't get ripped out till fairly recently." Johnson pulled her hair to the side, the scarring on her neck obvious. "So, knowing any more detail than that and I'm going to say 'classified', want to talk about something actually productive?"
So Lucy had an escaped Cadmus soldier in front of her. Soldier, experiment, slave. It was sickening, and it fit so fucking neatly she couldn't really argue against it. At least not without looking into it more. "What do you mean productive?"
"You need your position as Director of the DEO made permanent instead of interim." Johnson raised her mug at her. "Arresting me isn't going to go well for you. A. I haven't committed a crime that you know of or can prove. B. Kara will throw a fit. C. I'm not stupid enough not to have fail-safes like some very classified documents from being dropped online if I don't update my files every twenty-four hours. And let's not forget Cadmus is still in your organization, as much as I'm aware of them, they're aware of me."
Well, wasn't that some shit. Lucy was going to tear a few things apart to confirm some of that, but she had a horrible feeling it was entirely honest. "What do you want?"
"I want Max Lord taken off the table," Johnson replied without hesitation.
Lucy reached forward and picked up the offered cup of coffee. "He knows about the DEO, that Kara is Supergirl, and will blow all of it out of the water if we touch him. Besides, he's too high profile for the DEO to touch."
"If I can ensure he keeps his mouth shut on those particular topics, and I can ensure he gets arrested by the regular police, so it looks all nice and tidy, how hard would it be for you to put a plea deal in front of him where he's a DEO prisoner and asset for his time served?" Johnson asked.
Lucy considered that, ignoring the implications of whatever Johnson would have to do to make that happen. If the prosecutor and judge could be convinced of a plea deal, they'd want to. Lord's corporate lawyers weren't a sure bet for any kind of case. Lord's ego meant he might take the deal too. "I'd consider it."
"And the credit for stopping the next Lex Luthor would play well with the President," Johnson sipped at her coffee.
Well shit, Lucy drank her coffee considering the woman across from her. "Give me one reason to believe working with you is anything but a trap?"
Johnson sighed, her expression wry. "You're not dead."
Lucy marched into Dr. Saunders's office. "Did you finish mapping out the blood samples?"
"Not fully, but enough to make some conclusions." Dr. Saunders swiped her fingers across her tablet, the screen on the wall lighting up with what even Lucy could tell wasn't human DNA. "Quake certainly bled enough before Supergirl knocked her out I didn't struggle to find genetic material."
She crossed her arms, "So she's not human?"
"That's what I'm finding so fascinating." Dr. Saunders manipulated the image, "Her base DNA has a great many commonalities with human DNA, I've never seen anything like it. I'm almost positive she'd be compatible with human blood if we ever have to give her a transfusion. O negative if that matters. But that's not the most interesting part. Look here-"
Lucy had a migraine, science was not her field, but she'd heard enough to understand genetic manipulation, chemical slurry, and high degree of base commonality with human blood. She didn't need to look up as J'onn entered the office. "How did you manage it all?"
"Time, making a lot of mistakes." His voice was stupidly kind. "Building a team you trust helps."
She looked up at him, "Quake is an escaped Cadmus slave soldier and experimental living weapon of mass destruction and if I'm not mistaken, the only reason we're not dealing with her ripping Cadmus up and killing everything in her path is that Supergirl got to her first."
"Ah." J'onn dropped into the chair in front of her heavily. "That makes a horrible amount of sense."
Lucy did not like finding out she was sitting on a barely controlled nuke ready to go off at any time. "Your pardon is official."
"It is, but the DEO is still yours, Director Lane." J'onn was looking at her curiously.
She pulled the contract out of the top desk. "How would you like a job as an Alien Advisor to the DEO?"
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Daisy was so smug, dive bar burgers were always the best burgers. She grinned as she saw Kara stepping through the door. Raising a hand she waved.
"Daisy!" Kara was all bright fizzling joy as she slid right in on the same side of the booth Daisy was sitting on, hugging her immediately. "I'm sorry I'm late! But Ms. Grant promoted me! And then I got an office!"
She couldn't help laughing, easily hugging Kara back. "That's great!" Daisy let her eyes close, enjoying just the warmth of the snuggly alien in her arms for a minute before pulling back. "And lucky for you, the food's already here."
"It is? You ordered already?" Kara actually registered the table, her eyes almost closed she was smiling so much. "You ordered for me."
"Of course," Daisy leaned back in her seat. "Tell me all about your promotion?"
Kara reached out, pulling her place from the other side of the table to where she'd slid in…apparently, they were eating on the same side of the booth. "Ms. Grant dropped a box on my desk, and started putting all my things in it, and then just marched off with it! And brought me to an office! I have an office! She's offered me a job anywhere in the company I want! She even called me Kara!"
"She…the name thing is so weird, but wait, you get to pick your job?" Daisy bumped their shoulders together, "That's really great. Do you know what you're going to pick?"
Kara shook her head, "I don't know! I've never even thought about getting promoted."
"You'll have fun figuring it out then," Daisy had to bite back the offer to help. Alex was back, and that meant Kara wasn't going to need her. She grabbed some fries and stuffed them in her mouth to keep her from being tempted to say something stupid.
Kara happily nodded while she ate too fast to be human. And, Daisy was fine with eating burgers on Kara's late lunch and hearing about how she got a promotion.
Daisy sighed, standing up as she watched Kara zip out of the alien bar. Shaking her head she headed to the bar, it was early still, and slow. Even if Al's opened earlier than most dive bars. She leaned against the counter. "Hey, M'gann I've got a question if you have a minute."
"You have a lot of questions," And M'gann was not looking particularly friendly as she walked over.
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M'gann M'orzz had been on Earth for a long time. She'd seen a lot of beings over the years, and she could spot a gaping wound of chaos and pain from a mile off. Being unable to read Daisy Johnson's mind didn't mean she couldn't feel the tightly controlled turmoil and agony the being likely wasn't even aware was agony. Feeling emotions was harder, and fortunately duller for her than thoughts. But she had no intention of ever touching the being across from her, lest she felt more. She had enough darkness in her own soul. "Al might deal with your business, but he's not in today."
"Not business, or well that." Daisy shrugged, "I was wondering if there's a cop or detective, someone in the law enforcement who at least is open to being paid to not be a dick on the alien topic?"
That should have been a harmless question, M'gann didn't know or even particularly think it was. "Why should I tell you that?"
Daisy sighed, "This is so not my day." She looked at her. "Look, I know I haven't been around long enough to have earned any trust. And I'm not harmless. But I need someone willing to arrest a person for attempted murder motivated by xenophobia. Figured it was a better option than handling it myself."
M'gann was a Martian, she knew what warriors looked like, knew what they felt like. She had no doubt the previous owners of the gold Daisy had brought in were dead and at the being's own hands. "Why not handle it on your own?" She paused at the expression on Daisy's face. "The Kryptonian asked you not to."
And at the word 'Kryptonian', Daisy went sharp. "She's off limits."
"I may know someone," Interesting, M'gann didn't need to feel the way Daisy's emotions vanished into pure focus to realize for the first time since Daisy had entered this bar, she was an active threat to her. "Peace, no one here will say anything of your mate's identity."
Daisy blinked, pulling back ever so slightly and shaking her head, a soft whisper of longing from her. "She's not my mate."
"Excuse me?" M'gann wasn't even sure what to do with that.
Daisy's brow pulled together slightly, "I've done some really shitty stuff, but I'm not enough of a dick to start something with her."
M'gann pulled out the blue sparkling liquor that had been popular on Halla before the planet had been ravaged by plague. She poured a glass, setting it in front of the woman. It was also the kind of thing drunk as a shot, not by the pint. But she was nearly positive the woman in front of her didn't know that. And if she wanted to know if the being before her was stable enough to point at Detective Sawyer, she had some questions she wanted some answers to.
"What?" The suspiciousness was creeping in.
M'gann grabbed a beer for herself, "You are asking me to trust you, convince me."
Daisy groaned, her head hitting the top of the bar. It was a bit theatrical, the emotional exhaustion was palpable. She looked up, "There's nothing I could tell you that would convince you if you're half as paranoid as I think you are."
"You're not leaving the city any time soon?" She waited for the hesitation and then a sharp nod before continuing. "Have a drink with me," She knew she wasn't the only paranoid one here. "I can't read your mind, but I feel something like emotions from you."
Daisy held her gaze for a long moment, wariness and unease bubbling under the surface. But then she picked up the glass and took a drink. "You're starting us off, how long have you been on Earth?"
"Centuries ago." M'gann was not so unfair as to ask what she would not answer in turn. Or she perhaps was, but not with someone as much a monster as her.
Daisy's brow raised, "Huh, very cool, I think?"
"My species are very long-lived," She took a drink from her own bottle.
And it was interesting that Daisy cared, at least enough to reciprocate what was offered. "I'm not sure how long I'll live. But I'm twenty-five."
"How old were you when you went to war?" Because M'gann knew this woman had been in war.
Daisy's emotions bristled slightly, "How old were you?"
"A young adult by our standards, and I was a guard, not a soldier." M'gann hated to feel the clawing guilt and memories, but if she wanted honesty, lies would not work.
It worked, Daisy paused, "Seventeen. Late seventeen, and lied about my age so they'd let me."
M'gann was both impressed by Daisy's alcohol tolerance and also felt like she'd been pulling teeth. She got a lot of nothing answers, and anytime she touched anything serious, she was forced to exchange deeply painful things for it. She switched topics from something the being was clearly tight-lipped about as hell. "So your courting of the Kryptonian, how long has that been happening?"
"Uh, it's not happening," Daisy snorted as she sipped from her third fucking drink. "She mates for life, I don't. Do you know how much of a dick that would make me?"
That was, not exactly the response she'd have expected, "But you wish to court her?"
"Uh, no?" Daisy's head cocked to one side.
M'gann rolled her eyes, "I can feel your emotions." And had seen the two near each other twice. It wasn't hard to pick up.
The being's eyes fell to the bartop, her fingers poking at the wood before her eyes flicked back up. "Look, I'm not good news. And I'm not a forever kind of person. I don't know why, maybe I never learned how? But nobody wants long. Not even just romantically, just…any kind of anything. They die, get sick of me, or stop seeing me as more than a tool." The jagged mawing pain was staggering in its weight.
M'gann realized two things as she barely kept from gasping at the hurt and pain rolling off the other being. One, she was very drunk and just good at hiding it. And two, she was agonizingly lonely. Her hand on the counter tightened to keep herself upright. "Your friend wouldn't agree."
"She will," The certainty of it was crushing. "Things changed, her people are back. She won't need me anymore. But I can make sure she's safe before…" Her brow furrowed, "before it ends. And if it wouldn't work, it would be mean to start something." Daisy looked at her with a wry expression. "But hey, I have managed to catch stupid inconvenient feelings for someone who isn't on the other side of a war, a Nazi, or a lying asshole."
Her brow rose as the counter hummed, the bucket of pain in front of her had skipped tipsy and gone straight to drunk, on her way to wasted. "The person you want arrested, they're a threat to your …friend?"
"I'd have just shot him, but Kara wouldn't like it," Daisy grumbled, she looked at M'gann. "She's just so nice! It's so stupid."
M'gann took the mostly empty glass away from Daisy, "Pass me your phone, you're not fit for driving, flying or however you plan to get home."
Daisy's eyes narrowed, but she handed the phone over, and her coordination wasn't actually that bad.
M'gann pulled up the contacts, it was…there were three numbers saved. It made it easy, at least, even if it was definitely not healthy. She could admit that she was a barely social recluse, and she had more contacts than this. Still, she dialed Kara.
-"Daisy! Do you need something?"- It was a very perky voice.
M'gann didn't look away from the very dangerous being who was watching her like a hawk. A drunk hawk, but a hawk. "This is M'gann from Al's, Daisy has had a bit too much to drink." She stared at the phone as it blinked off. Predictable. She passed the phone back to Daisy.
Daisy had barely slid it back into her pocket before Kara was there in a blur.
"Daisy!" Kara had one hand on Daisy's back, instantly in the being's space, concern painted on her face.
"I'm fine," Daisy scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Kara looked at M'gann, "Thank you for calling me."
"It's not a problem," She didn't mention it'd been partially intentional. M'gann had no interest in getting her face lasered off by a pissed off Kryptonian that was halfway latched. The whole thing going on between the two of them would settle, and M'gann wasn't going to be the one to straighten that mess out. However, she was mostly sure it was the right thing as she pulled out a business card while passing it to Daisy. "Once you've sobered up, Detective Sawyer, she'll work with you."