Aliens. Definitely a new one. Rip and Gideon had explained how aliens were real back in the fifties, sure, but actually seeing them in person... Well, that was something else, for sure. Deserey wasn't sure what to make of them. They weren't anything like Star Wars had lead her to believe, yet at the same time they looked exactly like what she'd imagined aliens would be. One man (or at least the figure she assumed to be male) donned blood red skin and silver spikes on top of his head, just like Darth Maul. She half expected him to pull out a double bladed light saber and start jabbing at her with the laser sword.

The Legends were vastly outnumbered, the amount of aliens only multiplying as more and more seemed to swarm from the direction Supergirl had flown off to. But Deserey didn't have to be a genius like Ray and Martin to know she had one huge advantage over everyone on that battlefield: the sand at her feet. She planted herself firmly, toes curling in her shoes, just itching to dig into the rough surface of the ground. She waited for the targets to get a little closer; for once in her life she was completely confident. This was her domain, her place. Similar to what Obi wan Kenobi once said, it was over. She had the higher ground.

Her team stood beside her, weapons and powers ready to back her up, but there seemed to be an unspoken agreement among the Legends: Deserey could handle this one.
Their enemies were only a foot away when Deserey acted. She didn't move an inch, the sand responding to her mental commands, something she'd never been able to do before. She'd always need a motion, a nod or a wave of her hand, to help complete the task. But this...this was something else. Waves upon waves of sand began swirling and twirling; and soon even Deserey was squinting in effort to keep the sand from her eyes. It was next to impossible to see so much as her own fingers in front of her face, but if she looked hard enough she could see the aliens being hit with several blasts of sand like a punch to the gut.

The Darth Maul look alike was dropped in two seconds flat after a clump of sand got sucked into his eyes. Behind his slumbering form, the specs of sand hit the weapons another group of aliens were carrying -- futuristic looking guns, made from tech that looked similar to that of Chronos'. (Deserey supposed some things were just universal that way.) She wasn't sure what fancy name the aliens had given them, if there was one, but it hardly mattered; because seconds later they were nothing more than the tiniest grains.

And things grew even stranger when Dez discovered yet another ability her powers gave her. The sand broke into four separate figures, shaping themselves into almost humanoid beings; those humanoid beings of sand finished off the last of the alien adversaries in a way that was much, much too similar to Sara's fighting style. There was even a split second in which Dez thought the figures sort of looked like the assassin. Then, all at once, the sand dropped back to the ground, dust quickly settling as if nothing at all had happened. The only evidence anything strange had occurred were the disfigured, inhuman bodies all lying unconscious or sleeping.

When it was all over, Deserey turned to her friends, soaking in their shell shocked faces, a huge grin of her own forming. "Yo, y'all see that? I'm like so fucking op right now!"

Mick was the first one to speak, of course. He eyed Dez up and down, giving her a deadpanned, "That was hot."

Deserey broke out into a huge grin, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I know."

"Seriously, girl, you are bad ass!" Jax raised his arm, fist bumping her with a big 'ol grin plastered over his cheeks.

It was the first time in a very long time, or quite possibly the first time ever that Deserey had felt so appeased, so comfortable, so good. Everyone gathering around, praising her for the little tricks she'd just preformed. Any one of them could have just as easily taken the enemies out single handled, she was sure. Sara could have used her batons, Ray his suit, etc. etc. It didn't make her all that special, but for once she actually felt like she belonged among the rest of them. She finally had a place between the heroes and villains, with the Legends. A family within her team. She wasn't just the useless tag along anymore, and maybe in their eyes she never was. She had always just been one of them. Ironically, it was enough to make her a bit uneasy.

The compliments were put to an abrupt stop as Supergirl came flying back to the valley, landing rather roughly in front of the team. Deserey breathed out a sigh of relief, as they attention was brought back to the hot alien; but that was gone as soon as it came when she spotted Supergirl's furrowed brows and the large frown adorning her lips. Something wasn't right.

Kara's frantic blue eyes searched over each of the Legends' faces, as if expecting them to suddenly burst out attacking her or something. When they didn't, and when she spotted the unconscious aliens laying buried in the sand, her frown only deepened. "I don't understand." Her voice was small, fragile, and Deserey got the feeling she was trying very hard not to cry. "They're all -- and you're all --" At first Desserey thought she was talking about the aliens she'd just taken down, but Kara's gaze was flickering between the Legends and where she'd flown off to earlier. What the hell was going on?

Supergirl let out an angry cry, throwing her fist at a near by bolder, making Dez jump; the thing went soaring into the air. Deserey didn't see where it landed. Somewhere way out of her view. "This doesn't make any sense!" Kara screamed. And before any of the Legends could question her outburst, she was taking off again, tearing through the sky at unbelievable speed.

"Should we follow her?" Ray asked. He frowned, concerned in a way that only he could really pull off.

Martin shook his head in an instant. "She is almost as fast as Barry. Even at our fastest, none of our fliers will be able to catch up."

"So, what? We just wait for her to come back?" Kendra asked.

"Or," Sara said, "we could go see what got her so worked up."

It was a simultaneous motion, when the Legends looked to their captain, each, in turn, waiting for his inevitable protest. Rip stared back at them, rolling his eyes and letting out a long agitated sigh; but he bit his tongue, whatever lecture he wanted to dish out dying before it even seen the light of day. "I'd tell you all that messing with other worlds is arguably more dangerous than messing with time, but what would be the point? You never listen to me anyway."

Leonard smirked, maybe because they'd already managed to irritate the captain, maybe because he was looking forward to finding some mischief. "Then, we're all in agreement."

It took maybe an hour or better for the team to reach the nearest city -- National City. For one thing traveling with such a large party was quite the inconvenience. The fliers took to the sky, going ahead of the rest of them. Cabs were out of the question, so Rip spent their final time jump (until the ship was repaired that was) on getting the rest of the team into the city. And when they got there, it became pretty clear why all the cabs services were down. For miles upon miles people were just standing -- in the middle of the road, on the side walks, on the rooftops. Everywhere. It didn't look like they were so much as blinking. Were they even breathing? The sight had Deserey's heart sinking, the sea from the rooftop so long ago filling up her lungs all over again.

"Something tells me this isn't typical behavior for this earth..." she muttered. Rip landed the Waverider on top of the only clear rooftop -- a tall building called Cat.co, judging from that bright ass sign out front. The Hawks, Firestorm, and Atom met them on the roof, touching down just as the Waverider's doors opened. Sara and the two crooks stalked out, in a hurry to catch up with the rest of their team it seemed, but Deserey hung back with Rip for a moment. "Hey, how did you know about Supergirl if she's from a different universe?"

Rip shrugged, a dubious sort of expression adorning his face. Again, his hands were shoved into his coat pockets, making Dez wonder once more if the action was a nervous tick. Did everything make him uncomfortable? "In 2017, she comes to Earth One, our Earth, for the first time. She'll help defend our world from an alien race called the Dominators." It took her a second to recall that she actually had already heard this story -- from Barry when he went to Leonard for help stealing that gizmo from ARGUS. "After that, it becomes something of a yearly crossover."

Desserey couldn't stop the grin from forming. "Yearly crossover? What, like in TV shows?"

Rip shrugged again, but there was a hint of amusement on his own lips this time. It was gone before Deserey had the chance to tease him about it. "I may have also met her cousin a time or two. He might have mentioned her."

"Her cousin?" Dez raised an eyebrow. "Uh, what did she call him, Superman? The one that apparently looks like Ray?"

His response was a brief nod and a small hum. Deserey let out a small laugh of her own, shaking her head slowly. They're captain was really something else. "One of these days...I'm gonna need a detailed account of everything you've ever done."

As luck would have it, Supergirl had also touched down in the Cat Co. building. The building was filled top to bottom with people, all in a zombified state, just like everyone outside; and by the time the Legends reached the top floor Kara was going ballistic. She was running around, waving her hands in front of people's faces -- they all sat at their computers, unblinking, unmoving. Just typing away at the computers. The monitors even showed a strange, unfamiliar language, that Deserey assumed could only be alien. At least if it was normal, human techy stuff, Ray and Martin didn't look like they'd ever learned anything about it. It was all way too much like a Doctor Who episode for Deserey's liking. And it might as well have been, what with the Legends' time traveling and Supergirl's alien fighting. We even have a brit in a trench coat... Deserey thought, before forcing her mind back on track.

Kara was all but begging the people at the desks -- maybe her friends -- to notice her, to come back to her. When they didn't move an inch, the alien girl backed herself against the wall, all but pulling her own hair out, looking like she might start screaming. Her eyes were bulging from her sockets, chest heaving up and down. "I -- I can't...it's happening again..."

"Hey." Sara's voice was oddly calm, quieter than Deserey had ever heard her speak before. Soothing, the way it had been whenever she tried consoling Dez over her suicidal tendencies. Sara took a hesitant step forward, her brow knitting together, uncertain. "Just take it easy, alright? We can help you. Just tell us what's going on."

"They're going to kill the whole planet..." The sentence was uttered so quietly that Deserey almost didn't hear it. She wasn't even sure she'd heard it correctly, but from the way the others around her blanched... Even Mick and Leonard seemed uneasy.

Ray frowned, glancing between the other Legends and Supergirl. It was pretty obvious what he was thinking, it was written all over his face, but he spoke the words anyway. "The whole planet? Guys, we have to do something..."

Leonard sighed, trying to make it look like he didn't give a damn. But Deserey was starting to see through that little facade. "Of course we do..."

"How are they planning on destroying a whole fucking planet?" Deserey asked. It was a little detail, but it was the only important detail, and she really wanted to put a stop to her team's little habit of redundancy before it started.

"It -- something called the Myriad," Supergirl told them. "I-it's like mind control. Could be used to enslave planets. I -- My Aunt Astra -- She thought it would save, Krypton, I think. But our High Council deemed it too dangerous, and locked them in a prison called Fort Rozz. They escaped, and -- and now Non is using Myriad to - to..." She trailed off, pushing herself away from the wall, pacing back and forth. Her fingers kept combing through her hair, like she didn't know what to do with them since there wasn't anything to punch. Kara blinked rapidly, and Deserey's heart twisted in its cage. She remembered what it felt like when Rip had first showed her that image of their world's future, burning to the ground. And again, when Ray had accidentally lost that piece of his suit in the seventies, that version of Central City they'd had to stop from coming to pass... It was hardly the same thing, but she thought she had some small understanding of what Kara was feeling at the moment.

"R-right," Deserey nodded slowly. Her stomach had dropped through the floor. "So, uh, how do we stop it?"

Kara shook her head. "That's just it!" she cried. "We can't! I can't! I went to my cousin's Fortress of Solitude -- where he keeps all the remaining secrets of our home planet -- and I couldn't find anything! Not even my mother could..." She trailed off, her voice cracking. She was scared, desperate. About to lose it.

The door to the elevator dinged, drawing everyone's attention. A skinny women with short blonde hair and expensive looking heels sauntered out from the elevator's lift, her eyes down cast into her cell phone, rambling on and on like she hadn't noticed the state the world was in. "Kierra, call Harrison Ford and tell him that I'm flattered, but once and for all, I do not date older men, especially if they're married."

Supergirl looked up at the sight of her, eyes widening with shock, and maybe a bit of relief. She blinked away whatever tears that had been beginning to form, running her fingers through her hair before letting her hands rests on her hips, clearing her throat.

The elevator woman glanced up, briefly, from her phone at the noise. She blanched a little as she spotted the red caped woman. "Oh, Supergirl! Well, what a pleasant surprise." She cocked her head to the side. "What, do we have a nine AM?"

"You're not a mindless drown," Kara breathed. The Legends were really just standing behind her awkwardly now.

"Uh, no." The woman shook her head, still not entirely noticing the Legends or the zombified employees behind them, typing away at those computers of theirs. Was she really that oblivious? "No, I learned that lesson when Demi Moore and I wore the same dress to the premiere of Ghosts. Never again!"

Deserey raised an eyebrow. What did a dress have to do with anything? But Supergirl shook her head, moving the conversation forward before Deserey could ask about it. "Ms. Grant, listen to me. Everyone in the city is effected by this alien signal. They're acting like automatons. Haven't you noticed?"

The woman, Ms. Grant, glanced behind the Kryptonian, eyes drifting to the zoned out employees at the computers. "Hm, yes, well, they are a bit more quiet than usual." There was the tiniest look of amusement in her eyes. "Maybe my reign of terror has finally reached its peak effectiveness." Her eyes finally landed on the team of time travelers from another universe. "Who are they?"

"They're the Legends," Kara waved a dismissive hand.

Ms. Grant tilted her head to the side, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Egotistical, but catchy. I like it. People can easily get behind it."

Dez raised an eyebrow at her, not entirely sure what to make of the woman's comment. "Lady, are you trying to market us?"

Ms. Grant shrugged. "Unless some other reporter has already called dibs." The Legends exchanged looks with one another, each speechless in their own right. Then, Kara's phone dinged.

Ms. Grant looked like she'd won the lottery when she spotted the alien take it out, reading whatever text she'd just received. "Ah, you do have a phone. Can I have that number, please?" Seriously? What was with this lady? Her whole world was going to hell and all she cared about was getting an interview? Reporters were ridiculous.

"It's Superman!" Kara looked at the Legends, ignoring Ms. Grant's question all together. Deserey thought she might start crying from relief.

"Can I get his number as well?" Ms. Grant asked.

"He's coming to help," Supergirl went on, still ignoring the reporter woman. They both ran to the balcony on the far side of the room, leaving the Legends to shuffle together near the desks. Deserey wasn't sure how much help Superman would be, considering Kara just said there was no way to stop what was happening, but she elected not to say anything about it out loud, lest it upset the poor woman. Besides, she wanted to get a good look at this alien cousin and see just how alike he and Ray really looked.

Deserey moved towards the window, peering out, trying to spot this 'Super' man. She caught sight of a blue blur soaring through the sky like the Little Einsteins going on a trip in their favorite rocket ship. That must've been him. Dez was expecting him to land next to his cousin on the balcony. (They both had flight, apparent super strength, and who knew what else? It couldn't be that far of a leap to assume they had super vision too.) But as soon as Superman crossed the boarder and entered National City, he dropped straight down into the zombified crowd, evidently joining them.

Kara frowned, pressing her hands against the rail of the balcony, the metal bending under her grip. "Oh, no... It's affecting my cousin too."

"What is it?" Ms. Grant frowned.

"Myriad..."

"Myriad?" The reporter woman paled, and Deserey guessed she was finally realizing just how royally screwed their earth was. "Wait, if it's effecting Superman, are any of us safe?"

"Well, I'm no Superman..." Deserey turned at the sound of a new voice, male, deep, but somehow floaty, arrogant. Maybe a little too smug for a situation like that. He stepped out from the same elevator Ms. Grant had before, a smug little grin tacked onto the edges of his lips. Dark hair was combed over the same way nearly every rich white boy wore their hair, an amused little twinkle in his eyes. "But I have my moments." Deserey instantly disliked him. Apparently, neither Supergirl or Ms. Grant cared much for the loser either, because they both narrowed their eyes at him in a simultaneous motion. Still, he went on as if he hadn't noticed. Maybe he just didn't care. "Do Kryptonians gloat?" he asked Kara. "Because I'll bet wherever he is 'ol Uncle Non is feeling pretty good about himself right now."

Deserey glared at him. "Piss off, asshat. No one asked for your opinion."

The man's eyes flickered to her for a moment, the cocky attitude being replaced with a perplexed expression, if not just for a moment. "Don't believe I've ever seen you here before." His expression was hard to gauge. Was it threatening or intrigued? Worried or confused? All of the above? "Name's Maxwell Lord."

"Yeah, I didn't ask," Deserey snapped.

Ms. Grant hummed with much the same mannerism as Deserey herself. She folded her arms over herself, eyeing this Lord guy up and down like he was the scum of the earth. "I'm not surprised your brain is still intact, Max. What is it they say? Only cockroaches survive the apocalypse."

"Good to see you too, Cat," Lord said, that irrigating smirk returning once more as he gave a wink at the reporter. "You look lovely, considering the end is neigh." 

Leonard scoffed and rolled his eyes. He leaned against the wall, glaring at the Ms. Grant, Lord, and Dez. "You three done asserting your dominance?"

"Not really, no," Dez shook her head. "But let's go ahead and move on."

"Right," Supergirl nodded. She turned to Lord, scrunching up her eyebrows. "Why aren't you affected?"

Lord gestured to his ears, where he wore these odd contraptions that looked something like hearing aids. "Ion blockers."

Deserey had no fucking clue what that meant, but Ray nodded like that made sense. "So, they're probably using a LTE interface system," he reasoned.

"Which they stole from me," Lord put in.

"No asked. No one cares," Dez told him. He glared back at her.

"They're using my satellites to send neural signals directly into the minds of everyone in National City," Lord went on, and Deserey didn't miss the boasting nature of which his next words were spoken. "These scramble the signal before they reach my brain."

Kara glared at him, now, too. She looked like she wanted to punch him and send him flying straight into the sun. "If you invented technology that blocks Myriad, why didn't you give it to the DEO?"

Lord shrugged carelessly. "Once Henshaw and his Trusted Girl Friday stepped down, I had no one at the DEO to trust." Dez had no idea who 'Henshaw' or this 'Trust Girl Friday' were supposed to be, but Kara looked even more homicidal towards him for that comment.

Ms. Grant hummed, settling herself on top of one of the desks where one of the zombie nerds were typing. "Well clearly not everyone needs this ear wig thing, because I'm not wearing one, and they don't have one." She nodded at the Legends. "And our brains our perfectly in tact."

Lord raised a challenging eyebrow at Ms. Grant, glancing at her ears as if to make sure she was indeed not wearing an ion blocker. "I see you got the earrings I sent you."

Ms. Grant clicked her tongue, an unamused laugh escaping her lips. "Oh, I get it. Ion blockers in the diamonds."

"Mhm."

"Oh, so many karats and yet so functional."

Lord let out a flirtatious chuckle, making Deserey roll her eyes. "Didn't seem right for the world to lose Cat Grant's mind."

Cat rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the Legends again. "What about this group of...reasonably attractive individuals?" She muttered something about them looking like an idealistic group of a cheesy CW show, but Deserey was a little too preoccupied with the zombie freaks to ask her to repeat whatever she'd said.

Kara shrugged, ignoring the part of Cat's comment in which she had called the Legends 'reasonably attractive.' "Well, you guys are from another Earth, right?"

Lord raised a curious eyebrow. Dez sighed, making her annoyance as apparent as possible. "Yes, the whole multi verse thing is real. Old news. Moving on."

Martin nodded, eyes widening after a moment, a thought clearly popping into his head. "People from our Earth must vibrate at a different frequency from which people of your earth vibrate."

Mick snickered, putting on this big ass creeper grin. "Sounds kinky."

Dez nodded in agreement. "Yeah, seriously."

The scientists rolled their eyes at the duo. Martin shook his head disapprovingly, clicking his tongue like a father scolding his children. "Would it kill you two to not make everything so crude?"

"Yes," Mick said. Dez allowed herself one small smirk as Martin rolled his eyes once more. She figured Mick really must have just said it to get on the professor's nerves, and it had clearly worked. But they didn't have the time for the usual team banter. They had to figure this thing out.

Apparently, Kara was thinking the same thing, because she kept glancing at the window, a deep frown etched onto her features. "If it only targets humans of this earth, why was my cousin affected?"

"Nature vs. Nurture," Lord guessed. An amused little smirk slowly stretched out over his face; it made Deserey want to clock him. "He may be alien, but your cousin grew up on Earth. Seems like environmental factors, being raised by ordinary people, made his brain more human." He let out a quiet chuckle, and Deserey tried real hard not to deck him. She could tell from Kara's clenched fists that the Kryptonian was doing the same. "The Man of Steel, brought to his knees all because he went to kindergarten and watches Sesame Street."

"You think this is funny?!" Kara snapped. Her eyes turned red for a moment, and Deserey jumped back. It wasn't hard for her to imagine laser beams shooting out from her eye sockets. Did she have laser eyes too? Just how many powers did one girl need?

Lord's amusement dropped in an instant, his eyes narrowing at Supergirl like she was the one causing all of this. "Everything I have feared has come to pass! I couldn't be more serious!"

Ray shifted his weight from foot to foot, clearing his throat, fiddling with his hands before speaking up. "If they're using your satellites can't you reprogram them and destroy this Myriad thing from the inside?"

Lord shook his head, making Dez wondered why he was even still there. He didn't seem to be adding any commentary that was particularly useful. Then, again, neither was she, she supposed... Her fifteen minutes of bad assery had come to an end. "I tried. There's some pretty epic force fields around those satellites at the moment."

Kara crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the loser suspiciously. "You're always ten steps ahead, Max. I know you have a plan."

"Of course I do," he said smugly. "We kill them all."

And just like that the room erupted into shouts, namely coming from the Legends but there were a few protests from Kara as well.

"We can't kill them! We're not animals!" Ray argued.

"What would that say about us if we stooped to their level?" Martin demanded. "Let's maintain our honor!"

"Killing is never the answer!" Kara shouted.

Cat waved her hands, gesturing for everyone to shut up. "How do you plan on killing an army of Supermans, Max?" She didn't sound like she was on board but skeptical, like she didn't think he could actually do it.

Max shook his head. "I'm not telling until everyone is on board."

Dez rolled her eyes. "You are a child."

"Wouldn't want any of you to stop me," he shrugged.

Dez glared at him. "We have more pressing issues than some rich white boy snob." She glanced at Ray, realizing he was also a millionaire. "Not you though Ray. I like you. Don't like him." She glared back at Lord. "He seems like a bastard."

Lord glared back at her, moving forward the slightest bit, maybe trying to seem intimidating. Dez wasn't backing down, though. "I don't exactly see any of you coming up with a better alternative!" He looked directly at Supergirl now. "We're way past villains-of-the-week and kittens stuck in trees. We're at war, and the only way to win a war is to kill the enemy before they kill us." His eyes narrowed. "So, time to grow up and put on the big girl cape."

Kara hesitated. Dez could see how torn up she was over all of this. She couldn't imagine losing an entire planet not only once but twice. Her head must have been spinning out of control. And then here was this asshole telling her she had to kill the only remaining family she had left from her home. It was an impossible situation. How the hell was she supposed to make a call like that?

Sara withdrew her batons, her own eyes narrowing as she turned towards the front of the room. "Looks like someone got past security." At first Deserey wasn't sure what she was looking at, but then she saw him. Salt and pepper hair, fair skin like Kara's. Dull, beady eyes. Vacant expression. He was a villain if Deserey had ever seen one.

The man, Non Dez guessed, glanced around the room, glancing past the humans with little interest, as if they weren't worth a second of his time, like they were little more than pests he intended to exterminate, gas out. His eyes landed on Kara. "The son of Jor-El has already knelt before me. Soon you will too." His eyebrows shot up, almost looking surprised when Kara stepped in front of everyone, raising her fists. "I don't want to fight you, child."

Kara smirked. "Afraid I'll win?"

Non was unmoved by the taunt. "You have already lost. Accept it and the glorious fulfilment of Astra's vision. In the end, she defeated you."

"This doesn't look like victory to me, and all your doing is betraying her," Kara said. Dez had no idea what they were talking about, but she held her tongue. At least for the moment. This was between Kara and her bat shit crazy uncle. "I was with her in her final moments. We forgave each other, paid respect to our blood bonds. She didn't want this."

"Of course she did. It's what everyone wants, is it not?" Non gave a brief shrug, like he could even remotely understand what humans wanted. "Peace on Earth. Goodwill towards man."

Cat scoffed. "It's a lot less like Christmas out there and more like Dawn of the Dead."

"The human race finally has a chance to live," Non insisted.

"For the love of God..." Dez groaned. This got everyone's attention, most noticably Non's. His brows were raised, like 'how the hell did all these puny humans surpass my supreme super villain awesomeness?' "Do not start monologuing!" She rolled her eyes, Non watching her the way a person's eyes might follow a fly they'd been trying to swat to death for thirty minutes. "I swear, every time a bad guy monologues I die a little inside, which is kind of a big deal for me!" She shook her head, Non still watching her, maybe preparing to smite her with all his wanna be godly wrath. "Like, okay. We get it. You're a bad dude. Chill."

"Yeah," Leonard agreed with that usual drawl of his. "Speaking of chill..." In the blink of an eye, he had the Cold Gun raised, pulling the trigger; the icy blast sent Non flying right out the window, spiraling across the sky. Over powered or not, he'd been caught off guard by the weapon.

Sara turned to the Legends, taking charge at once. She nodded to Ray and Martin. "You two work with this guy," she nodded at Lord, "to figure out how to stop Myriad. The rest of us will hold off Non and his crew." Then, she frowned, glancing sheepishly at Rip. "Sorry. Your job."

But there was this strange look in the captain's eyes, maybe something like pride? Deserey wasn't sure. He had the same look on his face back when he'd first appointed Jax the new mechanic of the Waverider, an expression that read, clear as day, 'oh you are perfect for this job!' "By all means," Rip told her.

Sara grinned, turning towards the nearest exit before Kara stopped her. "Are you sure about this? This isn't your Earth, you don't have to help me.  I - Non is dangerous."

"Lady, we've been chasing after an immortal idiot for the better half of this year," Deserey told her. "Dangerous is pretty well covered for us."

Kara looked pretty torn between insisting they leave because of the danger and crying from relief. "Thank you," she decided.

"You can thank us after we save your Earth," Sara told her. She grinned at the Legends next. "Let's go kick some alien ass!" Dez grinned right back. This was gonna be epic.

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Oops...sorry. Didn't mean to make y'all wait that long for an update...like...3 months or better? Yikes...also sorry I couldn't be bothered to edit. Work. Exhausted. lazy. Excuses, excuses. Blah blah blah.

Also, just a random vent because today was a particularly frustratingly long day (I'm actually over it now but I'm a bitch so I like to vent). This corona virus crap is really getting on my nerves. I cannot wait for it to blow over! It's making everything hectic as hell at work! (I'm just in house keeping, but we're basically working over time because this virus and everything is changing up my routine and they keep changing the supplies we have to use or we're always running out blah blah blah). And I am just so very very tired of hearing about it tbh. fucking pestilence man... (Sorry I recently got back into Supernatural too so apocalypse reference for you!)

Okay. But actually speaking of that. Does anyone know why Supernatural changed the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse to 66 Seals? It's been bugging the hell out of me...

Oh! Also, while I'm rambling like an idiot, I'll just mention MagicalLandofFoo and I are starting up a Supernatural fic called Katz. Which will be up...at some point. Whenever we feel ready enough to post. We're both excited about it! So, if you're interested...I can pm ya the link when its up...if you want...just let me know...

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