... HI ... Author's note: I hope you don't find this chapter too silly. I'll post a "real" chapter in a bit. As I'm writing this, on Christmas, I thought It'd be fun to try something different (kind of like they did with that musical cross-over between 'The Flash' and 'Supergirl') - I do have a chapter with the same theme outlined - but inspired by Christmas silliness, here's a bad attempt at a "poetic preview" of a real chapter eight that's on-the-way. (really :-)
Happy reading and, again, sorry if it's too ridiculous ... back to our regularly-scheduled programming this weekend ... honest. Scott. Oh, and ... Merry Christmas :-)

It was a quarter past midnight

Jazz sat by her screen

While Kara and Lena

Sat, struggled, and leaned

Kara would pull back, roped to her friend

Lena pulled too

But her cuffs would not bend

Shannon had rigged the friendly foes well

And while they tried for freedom

A tale they did tell

Supergirl first, asking how Lena was caught

"You simply walked in? While I was tied to that cot?"

Her judgment was skewed

But Jazz couldn't tell

That their friendship was complicated

And all was not well

"And YOU – 'Girl of Steel' –

… tied up in these ropes …

Where's your 'Super' strength now?

Where do we pin our hopes?"

Jazz listened and thought about these "friends" she helped catch

"They don't seem too friendly, not at all what I thought ….

"Lena was brilliant, too smart for their ploy …

… and Supergirl roped tightly like some kind of play toy."

Jazz went to her prols … "Yose" and his friend "Tech"

"There something not right …

…. These two are a wreck."

"What do you mean?" asked Yose with a spin

"We have a Luthor and Supergirl …"

Tech added with a grin

"Lena shouldn't have been that easy to take….

… why would she come here?

This was a literal 'piece of cake?' "

Tech and Yose looked at each other, then back at young Jazz

"Does it matter? We're brilliant … you worry too much …

The dam will go "boom" by tomorrow at noon …

And those two will be here … it'll all be over soon."

"Here?" said Jazz to Yose, "…That's not part of this plan!

"… we're clearing the city, of every woman, child and man."

"Jazz …" began Tech … "You're a brilliant engineer….

…. your guidance on structures has brought this time near …

…. But, you never really thought, that we'd waste our one chance

…clearing a city? Sweetheart, this is our one dance."

"What THAT supposed to mean?" said Jazz, her voice loud …

"We're not going to wash this downtown away …

"We're going to sound the alarm …

…. And no one will stay."

"Oh, Jazz …" said Tech as he rose and stood close

while his friend grabbed Lena's bag and fumbled inside

"It's time for her dose."

"Dose of what?" said Shannon stepping back …

"Dose of reality …" as Yose pulled a box from the pack.

"Lena came here with a bag full of toys … a cell phone of secrets … for two naughty boys …."

"We know you're too soft, to go through with our vision …

so you'll be joining those two, in a – slightly – new position."

Shannon ran for the door, but it was two against one ….

A "Zap" than she fell

A brief but effective stun.

Ten minutes later, Tech carried Shannon to her room and went through the door

He set her bound form next to Kara and Lena on the floor.

"What have you done?" said the two helpless friends.

Then came the reply … "We want something more."

Yose began … "We were happy to have our moment of fame …

but then you, Lena, arrived, with your tech and your name."

"With two Super hostages, such a chance we can taste …

"Supergirl and Lena Luthor … an opportunity we can't waste."

"We'll be taking you two, while Jazz here can nap …

but first a surprise … a little night cap."

Tech pulled from Lena's bag a can full of gas …

"With that Kryptonite rope, this should work on you too …

Spraying a mist towards Lena and Kara,

the friends slumped together, there was nothing they could do.

Tech and Yose stood over three forms, sleeping and bound …

They smiled and bundled the two friends in their van …

Leaving Shannon in rope, to wake safe and sound …

"With this cell phone and tech … we can make any demand."

A few hours passed, Shannon slowly came to …

In her room, now her prison, but she had no time to stew …

She was tied hand and foot, by her very own rope

There was a flood on the way, she arched and she hoped

They'd tied her crossed ankles and wrists together

"A hogtie …" she thought … as she worked on the tether

It held her tight, but Shannon knew rope

As she wiggled and rolled, but began to lose hope.

Then she looked at her pictures and remembered the lessons

Her father had tried to teach her years ago

"Never give up … keep trying your best …

you're better than you think ….better than the rest."

Her red hair was tousled …

Her arms began to tire …

Jazz wiggled and struggled …

Her fate seeming dire …

Two blindfolded friends woke in a van – they could tell - …

While Shannon was trying to reach knots she knew well …

Lena and Kara were being carted away …

While Shannon "Jazz" Long, grappled with ropes and she lay hogtied

In her room, by the bay.