#Location: Kara's Loft

[owl-with-a-pen]

okay but another angsty thing re: Brainy and sleeping, what if he wakes up from a nap or something in the Tower soon after the season 5 finale and thinks he's still in that room with the radiation poisoning him (like maybe he has a nightmare about that), so someone has to calm him down and bring him back to reality

If the 3,000+ word count wasn't a dead giveaway, I had some fun with this one 😉

If Nia was certain of anything, it was that Brainy was going to crash real soon. He’d been looking pale ever since they’d returned from the Fortress, and there was no way in hell she could ignore the feverish heat that had prickled from his skin while her face had been buried so snugly against his throat. He hadn’t said anything then, but when they’d eventually picked themselves up from the lab’s floor, Brainy had been ready to drop long before they made it to the elevator. Without Nia's guiding hand, he never would have made it to the loft in one piece.

By the time they were hunkered down on a sofa in the Tower’s living nook, tablet balanced precariously between them, one of J’onn’s blankets folded over their knees, Brainy been close to passing out entirely. The only thing that stopped him was his relentless focus on the task at hand.

Every now and then, Nia caught his eyes as they worked a path across the data she’d been able to draw up from their borrowed intel downloaded from the Fortress’s supercomputer. It wasn’t much, but between the Tower, Legion and Kryptonian archive, they had a halfway decent snapshot of what the Phantom Zone might entail.

Finding Kara, though? That was the tricky part.

Nia’s heart hurt every time she thought about it – of Kara lost and alone in that place. She’d once described it to her as worse than hell. A terrifying purgatory where nightmares held a tangible presence.

No one had gone home that night. Nia lost track of Alex some point past midnight when Lena appeared with enough Big Belly Burger to feed a small army. Her best guess was that she’d retreated downstairs in the commotion to get first dibs on J’onn’s intergalactic coffee machine. They could’ve all used the kick right about now, and any other night Nia would’ve been shouldering her way to the front of the line.  

But coffee wasn’t going to cut it today. Besides, shoulder-to-shoulder with Brainy was exactly where she needed to stay. Maybe he hadn’t been eager to share anything out loud, but when he’d refused to eat any of Lena’s generous offerings, Nia had known what was up.

The nanites were starting to hit back. Hard.

She could survive without the caffeine, she rationalised. Maybe it was a good thing. She’d been doing pretty much anything to deny sleep for the last few months, hating herself whenever she slipped into a dream with Brainy as the centrepiece, goading her even in the deepest corners of her subconscious. She’d spent so long convincing herself that it was all in her head, that it was her grief and guilt that had conjured him up as her eternal tormenter. Knowing the truth of it still stung, an ache that went bone-deep, but that pain had started to ease the moment she’d locked her pinkie with his.

She wasn’t sure how easy she’d sleep now, but she knew that she couldn’t ignore the tug of the dream realm any longer. It was the only place she could figure any of this out, no matter how uncertain she felt. Besides, she wasn’t alone this time. She had Brainy back on her team, his promise to her as unbreakable as steel, and knowing that made everything feel just a little lighter.  

Nia wasn’t surprised when the words on the tablet began to blur into an incomprehensible muddle, the lull of her unconscious mind far too pressing of a force to refuse. Soon, she was lost to that darkness, pulled dizzyingly fast towards the threads of a dream already spun partway together.

Sometimes, her dreams came to her in quick successive flashes - other times they settled into specific locations, familiar or alien alike.

The room she awoke to was hazy, shimmering with rippling heat that rose in waves from the surface of the ground, enough that she couldn’t see a thing inside it. There was light, though, a deep orange spectacle that shone from somewhere close to the floor.

Before she could even try to understand where she was, pain like nothing she’d ever experienced erupted across her skin. It didn’t have a source, rather it radiated from all-round. It was a tangible pressure, raw and harsh, a laser point fixed solely on her that bypassed clothes and flesh alike, blistering straight to blood and bone. Her limbs felt like lead wherever it penetrated, targeting her joints until she folded with a swallowed scream to the floor. Nia’s chest held stiff, refusing to draw in the air she suddenly, desperately needed.

Because every breath burned - worse than the last - as though her lungs were lacerating inside her ribs. She gritted her teeth like she was biting down on leather, the sting of her tears sizzling to vapour before they even had a chance to fall.

What was this place her mind screamed, that too sounding warped and winded to her ears. Her dreams had certainly terrified her before, but they’d never hurt her like this. Like they could kill.

Nia gasped, gripping for her throat when the pressure of the air thickened inside her mouth, scalding her tongue. She could nearly taste it, bitter like battery acid, sharp like blood. Something about that taste was familiar to her, like when she’d overexerted her powers or…

No… there was something else. Because she had felt this before. Just for a second. Just before…

Before she’d been thrown from Leviathan’s ship.

Leviathan.

That didn’t make sense. If that was what her dream was trying to tell her, it’d missed the mark by a mile. The ship was gone – Leviathan along with it. No amount of pain could convince her otherwise. And if that was true, then there was nothing left of this dream that could hold a connection to the future.

How could her dream prophesise something that no longer existed?

Just as Nia had forced another breath through her bubbling lungs, bracing herself for the pain that would follow, she heard something. A sound that cut through the fog in her mind, that made everything suddenly so clear.

A soft, barely audible whimper from across the room.

Nia curled her hands into fists, jerking against the molten metal that greeted her knuckles, and looked up. Beyond the stifling power of Leviathan’s radiation, she could see the shape of a person pressed up against the console of the furthest edge of the room. She blinked against the stinging in her eyes, realising that the orange light she’d seen before had been coming from there. Now, that glow sharpened into something starker, closer matching the pale hair it illuminated – pasted against the jawline of a very familiar green face.

Nia’s eyes widened in shock, gasping his name.

Brainy sat with his knees drawn towards his chest, his body curved protectively around an object cradled closely to his centre. Even while she watched, Nia could see the spasmodic convulses of his chest as he tried to draw in breath, quickly followed by a barely muted cry of pain when the radiation crept in instead; his teeth an off-white smear fixed into permanent misery.

Nia’s heart twisted hard enough to outweigh her own pain. Because… it wasn’t her pain. It never had been. She’d never been inside the ship long enough to feel its true effect. None of them had.

None except…

Brainy. Of course this was Brainy’s dream. She wasn’t inside a vision at all. In her exhausted confusion, she must have slipped right into Brainy’s mind.

It was rare – rarer than rare, actually. But sometimes it could happen. If she and Brainy were tired enough, if they hadn’t been thinking, or even if they were thinking too much, then…

It hadn’t happened in so long, though. It couldn’t. They would have needed to share each other’s space, each other’s bed…

Now a new pain fluttered in her heart, an ache she thought she’d begun to remedy. But it had become such an old pain now, something that had fused itself to her after months of grief and frustration and anger.

In a way, this place was that and more. She’d never seen Brainy’s mind palace after he’d taken off the inhibitors, never experienced his dreams with his true self restored. And despite the heaviness of this place, the colours here were more vibrant, every light source so bright they could have been blinding. There was a sound beyond the buzz of the radiation, one that thrummed at the base of Nia's skull like old whispers, slipping in and out of audibility between every laboured pant of Brainy’s chest.

He looked like he had in the vision Nia had seen not a few hours earlier – when he’d collapsed to the ground after absorbing all that targeted radiation.

Ten minutes had already been too much for him, and those ten had turned into fifteen, twenty—it had taken Nia far too long to make it down there. And then, even after she’d found him, she hadn’t been quick enough, hadn’t had the power or natural immunity to drag him to safety.

It could have killed him. It should have. Nia’s dreams had been right to make her feel that way. This was to as near-death as she could have experienced without being in Brainy’s place.

And, for whatever reason, Brainy’ subconscious had decided to drag him right back here.

Now she was beginning to understand the rules of this dream, Nia realised that the radiation didn’t hold the same power over her. With a deep breath, she drew her shoulders together, pushing herself back onto her haunches. The radiation still barrelled at her, but now it held the potency of a soft breeze, nothing she couldn’t push past.

It wasn’t her pain, she reminded herself. And the more she thought that, the easier it became to ignore it. Soon she was back on her feet, crossing the room as easily as Kara or J’onn had made it look when they’d crashed inside.  

Nia didn’t stop walking until she was crouched at Brainy’s side. His chest was rising and falling in short, breathless exhales, too weak to draw in the air he needed. His head was tipped skyward, lips parted into a strained grimace.

At first, she wondered if this was some sort of punishment he'd conjured himself, a side-effect from all the guilt he’d been harbouring over the last few months.

That was until she realised what it was that he was holding so tightly in his arms, and how quickly he flinched away from her when she tried to reach for it herself.

“N-no,” Brainy whined, a panicked sound. He shook his head vehemently, curling even further into himself, obscuring the bottle from sight. The yellow hue it gave off was unmistakable, painting his face a sickly shade. His expression contorted again when more pain rolled through him, trails of salt staining his cheeks. “I-I can’t let go, I-I can’t let him win.”

“Brainy, it’s okay,” Nia said as gently as she could manage, sidling in closer to him. She kept her hands a practiced mark from the bottle, hovering steadfast. “You’re dreaming, okay? But I can help. Take my hand.”

Brainy whimpered, a strangled sound catching in his throat as fresh tears flooded his blood-stained eyes. “N-no,” he croaked. “Lex’ll – I can’t – or-or Kara will—”

Nia’s heart broke for him. This wasn’t about punishment; in his delirious state of mind, Brainy must have brought himself back to the moment just before Lex had stolen the bottle from him.

No matter what she’d told him back in the waking world, it hadn’t been enough to relieve him of his guilt. Not in the way he needed. But she knew this wasn’t going to help him, either.  The whispers in the air were as thick as the radiation shield itself, droning from every corner, warping into nothing but a mechanised garble.

He wasn’t going to go willingly, she knew that, and Nia was too afraid that taking him by force might make things worse.

Looked like she’d have to do things the old-fashioned way.

“I’ll see you on the other side, Wildcat,” Nia murmured, closing her eyes, losing sight of the prison Brainy had designed for himself as quickly as she’d entered.

Nia only felt a drifting impression of Brainy’s consciousness before she was back in the waking world. When she blinked her eyes open, she was inside the Tower again, with the real Brainy pressed tightly to her side.

His golden hair was slick to his forehead with sweat, his eyes skirting uncertainly behind closed lids as he muttered fretfully in his sleep. Some of the words were English, others held the mechanised characteristics of fluent Coluan. There was another language, too, one that overlapped the others, far separate from anything she’d heard him speak before.

She recognised it though, the ancient consonants that rolled from his tongue even while he was under such duress. It was the same language he’d spoken with Rama Khan. The language of the gods.

He was still bartering with Leviathan somewhere deep down, trying in his own way to fix his mistakes. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. All ears, but hers.

Suddenly, Brainy whimpered again, a sob catching him so hard that Nia worried he’d choke. He clawed at her front with weak fingers, lashes fluttering beneath layers of delirium.

She knew she had to wake him, but it was still a delicate procedure even outside of the dream realm. Carefully, Nia wound her arm around Brainy’s back, clutching the fibres of his suit, securing him against her side as she ran her free hand over his chest. Brainy didn’t fight her, instead he buried his nose into her throat, his clammy skin cold and fervid at the same time. She could feel the sting of his life projectors even from a distance, prickling across her gloves as she searched for his frequency, bringing it into step with her own.

Usually, once she’d found a target, that’d be her cue to drag them into a sleep they’d have a hell of a time coming back from. Now, she sought that power in reverse, pulling back on her usual gift so that she could dispel a dream sequence rather than enforce it. Blue energy swirled from Nia’s fingertips, coalescing with the white of Brainy’s central projector, knocking on the fragile door of his unconscious mind.

When that door creaked open, she let her energy soar, illuminating all that had been buried so that it might rise to the surface unimpeded.

She felt the tug of his consciousness before he woke, and when Brainy shot forward in the confusion that followed, Nia was there to steady him, pressing her hand reassuringly into his centre, trying to draw in on the pleasant fog that often accompanied a nap post-waking.

But peace like that couldn’t be manufactured.  

“N-n-no—” Brainy gasped, choking hard enough that it induced a coughing fit so violent he nearly retched from the strain.

Nia held him steady, worried that he was about to make himself sick. She rubbed his back, soothing him with breathless reassurances while simultaneously mapping out the closest trash can in case she needed to make an emergency dive for it.

“It’s okay,” she said, a gentle murmur in his ear. “It was just a nightmare, Brainy. You’re safe.”

But even as she said it, she couldn’t be sure that it was true. The sweat on Brainy’s brow wasn’t just a result of his nightmare. As Nia rocked in time with him, she could feel his body convulse against her with shudders that he was powerless to quell. He was burning up, his eyes glazed and fever stricken.

He was sick. Sicker than she’d ever seen him, and there was nothing she could do to take that pain away.

She felt useless.

Then, miraculously, Nia heard a creak on the floorboards and suddenly Alex’s head popped into view. Her eyes held an exhaustion that went way beyond the physical, but just seeing her made the knot in Nia’s stomach loosen. Nia shifted Brainy’s weight in her arms, holding him tightly as the coughing fit finally abated and he slouched with a groan into her shoulder. She desperately wanted to warm him with her energy, but that probably wasn’t the right call when he was already burning like a furnace against her side.

“Hey, hey, I heard the commotion,” Alex said, her expression serious as she took stock of the situation. Habitually, she rolled up her sleeves. “What happened?”

“He had a nightmare,” Nia said, trying to sound stronger than she felt. “I barely got him out of there. He was dreaming of Leviathan’s ship again, of being trapped in that room—”

Alex sighed before Nia had even finished talking, leaning heavily into the arm of the sofa. “I was afraid this might happen,” she admitted. Her eyes flickered back to Brainy sympathetically. “He’s put up a good fight so far, but that radiation did a number on him. Whether he likes it or not, those nanites are going to have to run their course.” She pressed her hand to the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut. “Damnit. I shouldn’t’ve called him to the Fortress. I just got desperate. I-I thought that maybe he could reverse the projector if we did it fast enough. That Kara—”

Her voice warbled over her sister’s name and Nia immediately reached out to take Alex’s arm, meeting her eye firmly. “Don’t blame yourself,” she said. “You and I both know he would’ve come either way.” Nia was forced to let go of Alex when a particularly harsh shudder ran down Brainy’s spine, all but immobilising him. He tensed against her before groaning out, wrapping his arms tightly around his front, obscuring the wavering flicker of his central projector.

When he was able to open his eyes again, he saw Nia first. “N-Nia?” he croaked, his voice so stricken it hurt. He shook his head, barely able to articulate himself. “You c-can’t be here—t-the radiation.”

“Hey, hey,” Nia soothed, taking his face, running her nails beneath his jaw. She drew his eyes up to meet hers. He felt so delicate in her grasp, as fragile as cracked glass. “It was just a nightmare. We’re at the Tower, remember?”

Brainy bared his teeth, his dark eyes flashing with fresh tears. He ducked his chin into her cupped palm. “B-but it hurts.”

“Oh honey, I know,” Nia said, her own eyes stinging as she let Brainy fold fully against her. His pulse raged in his forehead, beating an obscure pattern into the base of her throat. He was crying again, his tears dousing the collar of her suit, but even that was too taxing on him now. He’d slip back into restless sleep sooner or later, whether that would be better for him had yet to be proven. She looked up at Alex desperately. “Can we give him another dose of those nanites? Maybe that’ll—”

But Alex was already shaking her head. “They’re doing their job,” she said. “I know it looks rough, and it is, but I promise he’s healing, Nia. He just has to ride this out.”

Nia closed her eyes, pressing her cheek into his damp hair. “He’s in so much pain.”

“I know,” Alex said softly. She sighed, crouching down so that she could run the back of her hand against Brainy's cheek. When he didn't stir, she stood, jerking her head towards the elevator. “Look, I’m gonna get Lena’s portal watch from downstairs. It’s the quickest way to get him home so that he can sleep this off safely.”

Nia could only nod. It didn’t feel like she was even fully there anymore. A part of her consciousness had tied itself far too deeply with Brainy’s pain, maybe from the moment she’d first slipped into his nightmare.

She hardly heard Alex when she asked, “One last thing; do you know where he’s calling home these days?”

Despite that, she didn’t hesitate. “My apartment,” Nia said, wiping the tears from her eyes in an automatic gesture. She sobered as she stared at the moisture on her fingers, for a second unsure whether it had come from her face or Brainy’s. She glanced up again. “He’ll be safe there,” she explained, before hastening to add, “besides, I can’t leave him alone like this.”

Alex’s expression was warm. She glanced between Brainy and Nia knowingly, an eyebrow half raised. “Are you two…?”

“We’re figuring things out,” Nia said. As if on cue, Brainy made a soft sound against her, desperately nuzzling into her throat, a crackly hum easing from his chest. His breath was hot and welcoming, his lips brushing her skin without being fully conscious of the act. Even still, Nia felt her face warm.

“Looks like it’s going well,” Alex noted with a smirk. It was the first time Nia had seen her smile since they’d lost Kara. It was a tired smile, sure, but if nothing else, she was glad she could offer Alex at least that. Even if it did come at her own expense.

Alex winked before she turned away. “I’ll get the watch.”

“Thank you.”

Nia waited for Alex nervously, her fingers tugging gently through Brainy’s sweat soaked hair. When his eyes fluttered open again and he found her so instinctively, she kissed his forehead, letting her lips linger on his clammy skin. He tasted of salt and metal.

“Hold on, Wildcat,” she murmured. “You’ll be home soon.”

Home. The word had come out so easily, but the moment she said it, she knew it was the truth. She didn’t want Brainy anywhere else. Not tonight, not ever again. And as he sagged gratefully into her embrace, lowering his head with the barest hint of acknowledgement, she knew that he felt the same.

#supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #nia nal #brainiac 5 #brainia #alex danvers #querl dox #whump #sickfic #my writing #my asks #anon #you asked for angst and i delivered. i love trying to expand on how brainy was feeling in 6x01 seeing as the show didn't #and i am a sucker for some hurt/comfort #so hope you enjoy!

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The Vampire Woman - Chapter 11

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Kara doesn’t stick around L-Corp for long after that, she stays until the elevators are back up and running so she can grab her notebook from in the lab where she’d forgotten it earlier but that’s about it.

Jess joins her, escorting her because she isn’t allowed to wander the building alone, but she doesn’t mind the company at all, in fact, Jess and her are definitely becoming fast friends, especially with all the help she’s gotten from her in the past few days.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“What for?”

“For helping me when I had a panic attack in the safe room.”

Jess smiles at her with the softest of looks across her face. “Kara, some things you don’t have to thank people for.”

“Well, I’m thanking you anyway.”

Jess shrugs. “Well, thanks for your thanks and you’re very welcome, although I know you’d do the same for me, you seemed to be doing the same for Lena when the alarms were going off, I saw you helping her.”

“I might not be her biggest fan but I’m not a monster and I don’t want her to get hurt or be in pain. I think there is a good side to her, I’ve seen it, I just can’t predict when the less nice side of her is on its way out.” Kara leans against the rail in the elevator, her eyes locked on the descending numbers above the door.

Jess nods. “I know.” The elevator slows to a stop, jerking slightly as they do so and the doors slide open. “Now, let’s find your notepad so you can get home and relax.”

“I don’t know how much relaxing I’ll be able to do but I will certainly be trying to relax, maybe I’ll have a bubble bath and start one of the dozen or so books I have on my shelf that I’ve been meaning to read but never get around to actually touching.” Kara half laughs, a cute little smile directed over at Jess.

“Well, it’s the trying that counts, right?” Jess asks, frowning a little as her eyes glaze over the floor, searching for the notepad that Kara dropped. “Where is it?”

Kara tilts her head, eyes lingering on the spot she was sure it was in, before flitting off across the rest of the room to try and locate it.

“Would someone have moved it?”

“Maybe, if it was in the middle of the floor then someone might have picked it up.” Jess rationalises.

A little more searching is fruitful, the notebook is sat all the way across the room, in one of the sinks, thankfully empty and dry.

“Do people here normally keep notebooks in sinks?” Kara questions, picking it up and inspecting it for damage.

“Not that I know of but anything is possible. The sink it was in has been on the maintenance request list for a couple of weeks now but we’re waiting for our usual maintenance guy to come back off of vacation to have it fixed because Lena doesn’t trust anyone else down here.”

Kara snorts. “Right, ok. I guess I should just be glad that it is broken.” She flips through the pages, and nothing seems to be amiss. “Everything is still here so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Good, ready to head back up?”

“Yep, I’ll give you a call tomorrow to arrange another day so we can finish what we started when everything happened, there’s nothing quite like vandalism to ruin a good day.”

Jess nods solemnly, “you can say that again.”

-

Kara practically falls onto her couch when she gets back to her loft, back to the safety of her own space.

“Oh, what a day.” She mumbles to herself, letting her bones turn to jelly as she becomes one with the soft couch cushions.

Her eyes close and she just basks in the peace of being at home after she’s spent all day slightly on edge and then completely over the edge and then back to being on edge again.

After a few minutes, she decides to actually follow through with what she told Jess she was planning on doing and heads to the bathroom to start running herself a bubble bath.

Her tub is small, tiny actually, but even with her knees bent so she can fit inside it, it’s still pretty relaxing and it’s pretty deep so she can’t really complain about it.

It’s not often she decides to use her tub, usually in too much of a rush to do anything other than have a quick shower before work or before plans with friends so it’s nice to indulge a little every now and again.

She fills the tub up and climbs in it, forgoing a book and just bringing her phone with her so she can answer some emails and browse some social media while soaking in the bubbles.

There isn’t anything too interesting waiting for her but she does have a text from Ms Grant demanding that she report on the fire alarm incident that happened over at L-Corp. There’s no point in her questioning how she knows about that because she’s The Queen of All Media, of course she knows.

Kara hesitates for a moment, shooting back a quick reply that she would bring it up at her next meeting with Lena and that she has great material for better articles.

Flipping away from Ms Grant’s contact, she heads over to Alex’s, pressing the call button before bringing the phone up to her ear and listening to the soft ringing as she waits for her sister to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Oh hey, stranger, good day at work?”

“Interesting, some vandals broke into L-Corp while I was there interviewing the CEO and they started a fire so we had to go hide in a safe room down in the lab.”

“So you have had an interesting day then?”

“That’s an understatement. I’m home now though so I’m just relaxing now and I’m going to stick Netflix on soon so everything is alright now.”

“Good, I’m on my way home now and my day has been majorly boring. Are we doing a sister night this week?”

“Yes, I’m in desperate need. Can you do Friday?”

“Yep, I have to go though so I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, I love you.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Bye.”

Kara looks down at the screen, ending the call and just staring at it for a few moments, unsure of what to do now.

 She taps her fingers against the screen before opening up Instagram and searching for Lena, not finding anything other than an account that is very obviously run by L-Corp’s PR department because it’s completely devoid of any kind of personality and if there’s one thing Kara can’t criticize Lena for, it’s a lack of personality.

“You really are a mystery,” Kara whispers as she scrolls through the posts, looking further back just in case there is anything that might indicate that Lena used to run the account herself but there’s nothing to be found, the first post dating back to L-Corp’s grand opening and that’s about it, nothing personal.

She gives up on that fairly quickly, changing over to search for Jess, who is much easier to find but since her profile is private, she has to request to follow her, which she does so. She’ll have to wait to stalk through her profile.

Even surrounded by bubbles, a nice warm bath and the lovely smell of the muscle soak she added, Kara just can’t seem to settle, her feet twitching and her hands tapping against the side of the bath impatiently for a solid minute before giving up and fishing to the bottom of the tub to pull out the plug before heaving herself up and wrapping a towel around her.

She wanders out of the bathroom, pulling her hair tie out and releasing her hair from the confines of the messy bun she forced it into before she went for her bath, letting it now drape around her shoulders in a messy wave.

Kara heads right for her dresser and pulls out some comfy sweats to change into, set on forcing herself to settle in front of some random cheesy movie or a boring documentary, just anything that she can turn her brain off to and leave on in the background to chase away the silence without her feeling guilty about missing it.

She drops her sweats on the bed and turns around, hands gripping the top of her towel as she is about to release it and let it sail to the floor but the clearing of a throat stops her.

Her blood runs cold.

Not again.

“Lena, what the hell?” Kara gasps out, stumbling back and clutching her towel to her body tighter.

Lena holds her hands up, trying to look as non-threatening as she can. “I’m sorry, I knocked and you didn’t answer, I wouldn’t have come in if it wasn’t an emergency, I promise.”

Kara stares at her wide-eyed. “I was only at L-Corp a couple of hours ago, what could have possibly happened in that time that means that you feel the need to show up in my apartment…again?”

“Can we sit?”

“You just let yourself into my apartment, I’m practically naked and you want to sit?” Kara’s voice is so high-pitched at this point that it squeaks as she talks.

Lena’s eyes widen a fraction and Kara doesn’t miss the subtle motion of her eyes as they flicker down her body quickly before meeting her eyes again. “I’m sorry, you get dressed and then we can talk, I’ll make sure nothing happens in the meantime.”

“What does that mean? Why would something happen? Lena, this doesn’t make sense!” Kara’s heart is pounding in her chest and she can hear her blood rushing in her ears.

“Kara, calm down. Everything is ok for now, get dressed and then come and sit down.” Lena takes a step closer, hands still outstretched and when she’s in reaching distance, she just barely touches Kara’s shoulders, just enough to turn her around and push her towards the bathroom, stopping once she’s inside to grab the sweats Kara already put on the bed and pushing them into her arms.

Once Kara has taken them, Lena closes the door softly and turns her back to it, looking out over the loft with criticizing eyes, searching for anything that doesn’t fit.

There’s nothing that seems out of place but she stands on guard nonetheless, both listening out and watching out for any changes around them.

Kara opens the door a minute later and almost walks into Lena’s back, not expecting her to be right outside the door. “Lena, I need to know what’s happening.”

“I need you to come with me now.”

“No, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

Kara can see the internal panic as Lena flails, not sure what the best thing to do in this situation is. She stutters for a moment, none of the usual cool and emotionally distant spiel she usually pulls out at the moment.

“Ok, I’ll just give you the rundown and then we have to go.”

Kara folds her arms, feeling more confident now that she’s had a moment to collect herself. “No, I’ll decide if I’m going anywhere, just tell me.”

“I recognised the people that vandalised L-Corp today, they work for vampires, and not the nice kind. The kind that kill humans for fun.”

Kara’s newfound confidence wains slightly, and she swallows harshly before she asks her next question, “and why does that have anything to do with me?”

Lena’s eyes flicker to the floor before they meet hers again. “Your notebook. Jess told me that it moved, it was in the sink. I watched the CCTV for the lab to see who moved it because I had a bad feeling about it. It was an employee of mine, a new hire, they took photos of all the pages, tossed it in the sink and then turned the tap on, they ran away so fast that they didn’t notice that the sink is broken.”

“So, they have the vampire-related questions I wrote down. That’s nothing particularly hard-hitting, is it? Why would they even do that?”

“Vampires don’t like me because I don’t live the way they do. They live in obscurity and live to feed and kill. I like to have a purpose and I don’t kill. They hate that and will do whatever it takes to bring me down just because they don’t like the way I live and they will take anyone with a connection to me down too just to make it hurt.” Lena’s voice cracks and there’s a hint of moisture in her eyes indicating that she might cry.

Kara takes a moment, wandering a few steps away and turning her back to Lena so she can think. “These people would come after me just because they know that I know you’re a vampire? That’s enough of a connection for them?”

“I think so.” Lena nods. “Let me take you back to L-Corp, just for the night, it’s safe there and it will give me a chance to gauge whether or not you’re in danger and be able to increase the security of your apartment so no vampires can enter without your permission.”

Kara doesn’t say anything, just grabs her phone and her charger before she jams her feet into some sneakers. Lena takes that as a yes and waits beside the front door for her, watching her closely, afraid of what can happen.

“Stay close to me. I have a car waiting out front and we’re going to get into it and we’re going to do it fast. If something happens, get inside and lock the doors, if you have to, drive straight to L-Corp and pull up right out front. I have Jess waiting for us alongside some trusted security guards who will get you inside.” Lena waits for Kara to mumble her understanding before opening the front door and standing right at Kara’s side as she locks it behind them.

Lena clasps onto Kara’s arm gently, keeping her close and directing her to the stairwell, keeping a keen ear out for anything she might be able to hear.

“Keep going, we’re almost there.” Lena mumbles as the entrance to the building comes into view and then they’re outside and just as Lena said, a sleek black car is parked right outside.

It’s not far, just a few paces away and the car flashes as Lena unlocks it with her key. Kara’s rushing and Lena’s rushing with her.

Out of the corners of her eyes, Kara can see movement, dark whizzing shapes around them that are too vague for her to pin onto anything in particular. She can feel the malice and aggression they’re radiating though and it’s terrifying.

Lena yanks the car door open and shoves her inside, shoving her own body inside right after, but not before baring her sharp teeth out into the air, a warning for the evil lurking.

Kara is taken aback by the speed of Lena’s movements, her arms but blurs as she locks the doors and starts the engine, foot slamming onto the gas pedal and sending them off.

Sat inside the confines of the car, Kara feels protected, after all, it is a metal box on wheels, but looking out of the window as they speed up the street she can see the shadows following them.

“They’re still there!” Kara grips onto the handle beside the door and uses her free hand to grip onto her seatbelt, bracing herself for something bad.

“I know, I’m getting us out of here.” Lena tries to sound calm but her voice betrays her, the panic too strong to be hidden.

It’s as Kara is watching the fast movements of the shadows that it finally clicks for Kara. These are vampires and if these vampires can move this fast, so can Lena, but she’s here with her because she came to get her to keep her safe and she barely dares to think of what would have happened if Lena didn’t come to get her.

Lena takes the backroads and keeps her foot pressed on the gas, not watching the speedometer and planning for the tickets she’ll be getting already. The further they get, the more shadows they lose. There were a lot of them to start with, ones on both sides of the car, and now Kara can only see a couple on her side but there might be more she can’t make out.

Lena has to slow to take a corner and one of the remaining shadows takes advantage of the chance of pace, a hand smashes through the passenger side window and grabs onto Kara’s wrist before she even has a chance to react, but Lena does.

Whilst still driving, Lena manages to pry the hand off of Kara’s wrist before the vampire manages to lock its fingers fully around it, gripping the digits and snapping them back, breaking them with multiple horrible cracking sounds.

Kara is frozen in shock and fear, her body not listening to her any more, she’s just completely frozen. Lena tries to check on her but she doesn’t respond, her body quaking in her seat.

“Kara, are you ok?”

Lena can’t dwell on her for too long, she still has to get them back to L-Corp and there is one more vampire to lose and it’s a fast one.

It’s as they turn onto the final stretch that Lena knows what to do. The road is empty and there’s no one around. The vampire is right behind the car so she does something she’s seen in movies hundreds of times: she slams on the brakes and lets the vampire career right into the back of the car, thumping over the top of it and into the road in front of them. Then, she floors it, ignoring the sickening thud as they drive right over it.

Lena can see from one look at Kara that there’s only one way for them to get into L-Corp quickly so she doesn’t waste a second screeching up outside of the building, abandoning the car and lifting Kara out of it bridal style, using her speed to get them through the doors.

“Lock it down now!” She yells to the guards, happy with the speed and urgency they display in following their orders.

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KARA ( CONTINUED FROM HERE )

MON-EL’S WORDS HADN’T BEEN PARTICULARLY ELOQUENT. he felt embarassed at first for being so obtuse. but kara hadn’t taken offense. seven years he’d pined for her. even longer if you counted the months since he’d been back. imra had broken things off, so now he was a single man again. and there was only woman he wanted to be with. his and kara’s reunion had been a tearful, emotional one. but now they’d fallen into an old rhythm again. he smiled against her lips locking his arms around her slim waist. “ sorry about the vulgarity, guess it’s the daxamite in me, “ he said playfully before he picked her up. “ and all morning, I’m stealing you for the day. “ 

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Happens after the couch scene in 6.13

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Kara squeezes her eyes shut, hands clutching her forehead, a deep shuddering breath drifting past her lips. The pain of the newly formed psychic connection with Nyxly quakes through her skull, a tempo that hammers against the edges of her mind like the clang of a cymbal.

It draws every sound in the city towards it in a painful clash, the sounds an echo ringing in her ears. There's a couple arguing two floors above, an infomercial playing on a TV a floor below, the crying of a baby in a nearby apartment building, the barking of a dog echoing across the alley near the loft. Her eyes slam shut at the additional sounds of multiple horns from the cars in the streets below, the sirens of an ambulance on the highway, the chattering of patrons at a bar across town and echoing ripples of the engines of a plane flying high above.

They filter into Kara's ears in a flash, all clamoring for her attention, reminiscent of when she'd first landed on earth and couldn't control her powers. She groans, a sound that's ripped from her throat against her will and Lena's panicked voice comes back into sharp focus from the other end of the couch.

"Kara," The word trembles on her lips and Kara's eyes drift open, Lena's profile a blurry outline. An emotion wells up in her throat at the panic in Lena's voice and her protective super instincts kick in, making her semi-coherent as another blast of unbridled rage ripples across the edges of her consciousness from the imp.

She blinks the blurriness away as Lena's teary green eyes come into focus and she struggles with her words, the words of reassurance that she wants to say to ease Lena's frustrations. Lena's lips move, but Kara can't focus on them long enough to stop the other sounds from rushing back into her ears and she winces, the lines in her forehead deepening.

"I'm calling Alex." Lena announces, but her voice is muffled now, as if Kara was struggling to hear her under water.

"N-No." She stutters out, the word barely making it through her clenched jaw. 

This was just a little headache...maybe a migraine, and Alex didn't need to know about it just yet.

Alex was stubborn to a fault and despite Kara's protests she would make the long trek from her apartment to the loft and drag them all back to the Tower to run some more tests that wouldn't be able to detect a thing and that's just….they'd already spent the entire day dealing with the Totem of Courage. Kara doesn't want the guilt of dragging her away from Kelly once again, from being the constant interruption in Alex's life.

Pale fingers clench against her skull as she breathes out slowly, regulating the pressure in her ears and filtering out the echoes of the loudest sounds one by one.

"She's hurting you." Lena protests, and there's anguish in her voice as she stands to start looking for her phone. 

It's something so mundane, something so trivial, but the familiar action grounds Kara. 

Lena always misplaces her phone whenever she comes over. Kara likes to think that it's because they get so caught up in each other. It's been a while since they've hung out like this, an even longer while since their friendship has felt this warm and this easy. 

The nostalgia draws the ghost of a smile to Kara's lips and her heart warms at the sight of Lena rooting frantically through the couches even as another ripple of Nyxly's anger floats through her mind.

"I'm not just going to watch you sit here in agony." Lena mutters as she locates their devices. Her hands tremble as she unlocks her phone and her next few words are lost to Kara as the sound of Lena's racing heart fills her ears. 

Before she's fully aware of it she's reaching out to Lena, wanting to establish contact as she focuses on the frantic rhythm. Lena takes her trembling hand, grasping at it like a lifeline and there's rustling as they meet in the middle of the couch, Kara folding easily against her.

She tucks her face against Lena's neck and the fierceness of the pain pressing against the edges of her temple quiets for a bit, allowing her an easy breath as the familiar scent of jasmine clinging to Lena's skin assaults her senses. Lena hesitates briefly, but a second later she wraps her arms around her shoulders and drags Kara fully into her embrace.

Kara recalls a time when Lena would freeze at her easy affection, would tense against her hugs and let go way too quickly when she tangled their fingers together. Now, she all but melts into Kara, even going so far as to initiate their hugs.

A gentle smile tugs at Kara's lips as she presses her nose against Lena's neck, sparing a fond thought for the fact that Lena always smells so good whenever they embrace. Lena's pulse flutters against her skin and Kara breathes a little easier, hands tangling in Lena's blouse as she tracks the calming rhythm. 

The tension in her skull flares like fine pinpoints of hammering pain and Kara's breathing spikes, fingers curling in tight as the sound of ripping fabric fills the room. She spares a thought for Lena's ruined clothes as rage presses in against her skull, dragging the breathable air from her lungs in a sharp exhale.

"T-Tell me what to do." The words are muffled against Kara's temple, Lena's warm breaths painting Kara's parched skin. Lena's fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck and Kara hums as they gently curl at the base of her skull. "K-Kara."

"Just…" Kara breathes out slowly, nosing along Lena's jaw. Her hands shift from the tattered remains of Lena's blouse to Lena's waist, making contact with the warmth of pale skin. Lena inhales a sharp breath and her nails curl against Kara's skull, an action that draws goosebumps against Kara's skin.

Kara focuses on the hum of Lena's heart, slowing her breaths as she uses it as another grounding point. The rest of her words come out small, muffled against Lena's sweet smelling skin. 

"...just hold me."

Lena nods, a shaky breath escaping as Kara's arms lock around her waist, drawing their bodies even closer together.

"She's so angry." Kara whispers into the room, tucking her face against Lena's neck as if she could hide from the connection with the imp. "So angry, Lena."

"She knows that you're not going to give up." Lena says, the words sighed against Kara's temple. "She can't stand the fact that you are the bravest, most selfless person she's ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Lena's fingers scrape along the base base of Kara's neck, threading through long golden curls as she continues.

"I hope she feels the courage in you, that she gets confused by how incredibly kind and thoughtful you are, that she's envious of how big and beautiful your heart is, Kara."

There's something incredibly wonderful about the feeling that those words inspire in her, at the flutter her heart gives as it misses a beat when Lena's fingers scrape against her skull and her warm lips press against Kara's forehead.

Kara's smile is automatic, eyes fluttering heavily as the points of tension lancing at the corners of her mind fade away from her focus. Lena doesn't pull away and the kiss extends, a warm tingle against her skin that makes her hands fidget at Lena's sides. Kara sinks into its warmth, into the happiness that bubbles up beneath her veins, pools in her chest and climbs up her throat.

The touch of those warm lips tingles against her skin and Kara breathes out shakily, the warmth of it chasing the pain further into the far recesses of her mind. Her arms tighten around Lena, suddenly desperate for more contact as they press against heated skin and Lena's voice trembles a little as she continues.

"I hope she feels how adored you are by the people," Lena tells her in a gentle whisper, coiling an errant curl around her fingers as her lips lift against Kara's forehead. "I want her to see how revered you are by the children of this city, to know how much I treasure you. How much we all do."

Kara’s heart flutters at the words, at the steadfast declaration of faith in their friends and the depth of Lena's trust in her. The fingers in her hair are gentle, dragging against her skull and Kara's body sags deeper into the cushions, deeper into the warmth that is Lena.

The "I believe in you", said earlier to her by Lena feels like a mantra wrapped tightly around her heart, the "You are...the epitome...of courageous" spoken a few moments ago branded in the hum of strength that bubbles like liquid courage in her veins.

Kara's legs are like jelly, weak in a way that shouldn't be possible, but the pain is all but gone as Lena's magical fingers trace soothing patterns against her skull. There are so many feelings swooping within her chest, a host of them all clamoring for her attention.

"I love you." Kara sighs unthinkingly, pressing a kiss to Lena's skin just shy of her fluttering pulse. "I love you so much."

"Kara." Lena calls gently, and Kara's eyes drift open, finding the warmth of seafoam green as she lifts her head.

There's a spark in Lena's eyes, eyes that look at her with unbridled affection and love. A swell of emotions crashes over Kara, at the thought that she'd briefly lost this, at the thought that she knows now that she can't live without it, she can't live without Lena.

The thrum of Lena's racing heart comes back into focus and Kara's arms don't leave her waist and she finds that she can't as Lena presses her back against the cushions like she knows that Kara can't really hold herself upright.

Lena drifts in closer, an arm slung around Kara's shoulders and the other a gentle pressure against her jaw as their foreheads meet. The air around them tingles against Kara's skin, an unseen force that radiates warmth.

"I love you, too." 

The words make Kara's breath hitch and her eyes lock with shy beautiful green.

That's the moment where it hits Kara, where the swooping feeling in her chest, that soft unguarded look in Lena's eyes and the declarations of love they'd just made to each other shifts something in her brain. 

It's like a switch granting clarity to the change in their friendship and Kara's face burns fiercely beneath the warmth of Lena's eyes. The feelings crashing over her like a cresting wave were certainly not platonic in the least and directed at her best friend.

She thinks of a few nights back when she'd admitted to Alex that she didn't want to be alone anymore. Alex hadn't fully understood what she'd meant, hell, Kara herself hadn't known, but she knows that it was prompted when she was faced with Lena leaving the city - leaving her.

Lena moves in, lips pressing against the apple of her cheek like the whisper of the wings of a butterfly. Kara breathes out shakily and she presses in closer, tilts her face so that their lips meet when Lena presses in for another sweet kiss.

Lena makes a tiny sound at the back of her throat, and her hand slips into Kara's hair, drawing Kara's focus to her airy little sighs as their lips part and her fingers tingle along Kara's skull. 

She tastes like the cake they've been eating, the sweetness of it soothed by the spicy wine she'd paired it with and Kara loses herself in the brush of Lena's lips, in the soothing touch of her warm skin, in the gentle pressure of her tongue parting Kara's lips.

Kara's not sure how long they've been kissing when Lena's lips leave hers and something sparks in the pale fingers that graze along the length of Kara's jaw.

It hits Kara then, like the throes of a lightning strike, an idea finally forming and coming together. She can see it a bit more clearly now, the way it resides in Lena, cloaks her entire body and is present in her touch. 

It's in the way that Lena glows with it, with this magic Kara can finally put a name to, the undercurrent of that enchanting force that had drawn her to Lena.

Lena hadn't wanted to talk about it yet, was still yet to accept that she had a magical bloodline, so Kara just smiles at her, at the warm wash of gold colored magic she can see present in the multicolored layers of Lena's blue green irises.

Annoyance ripples though her skull, anger pressing tight against her skin and she winces, clenching her eyes shut. Lena moves in with purpose, drawing her into the throes of a distracting kiss and Kara feels the magic in that kiss, the magic that resides in Lena as her fingers draw patterns along Kara's flushed skin.

It helps her focus, draws her back to the present as Lena's lips move to her cheek, lingering there like there was something in her that somehow knew that her kisses were working. Her kisses were infused with literal magic and combating the connection with Nyxly..

"She's so angry." Kara repeats, soothed for the moment by Lena's touch. It makes her breathless, this wonderful airy magic, and it draws a wide smile to her face and Lena's lips leave her skin then. Kara's eyes drift open and she catches sight of Lena, staring at her with confused, worried eyes so she decides to clarify.

"She's angry because I'm happy."

"You're happy?" Lena asks and the tenderness in her voice wraps around Kara like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day.

Kara drifts forward, and she'll blame the floaty feeling in the pit of her stomach on the literal magic that her eyes can detect spiraling from Lena's palms as she draws Lena closer and presses a reverant kiss to her fingers.

"I'm always happy whenever I'm with you." Kara says, and if it comes off more breathless than she knows what to do with, well, who can blame her? "You're my person, Lena."

The corners of Lena's lips lift into a shy smile and she flushes, heart jumping at the tail end of Kara's words. Kara's smile mirrors it, can't help herself really, and she presses another kiss to Lena's fingers.

Her eyes are so heavy, as if the sandman has casted his spell on her, the toll of this psychic connection, but it's unmistakable, this warmth, this happiness threatening to splinter her apart at the seams is solely due to Lena.

Because Lena's here, hasn't left her side since she’s returned from Ireland, and Kara's heart hammers against her chest as Lena cups her face and presses a kiss just shy of her lips.

She's happy, the joy radiating from her chest must be so annoying to the imp, but she can't bring herself to care.

"Stay tonight?" Kara requests, lips ghosting across the rise of Lena's jaw.

Lena raises an eyebrow, a coy smile playing on her lips and the untethered fire of attraction burning low in Kara's gut stuns her.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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It was the Christmas after Lex had been imprisoned when Kara had finally kissed her; Santa hat skewed on top of her head, looking absolutely bashful as Lena had stood precariously outside the boundary of the mistletoe that was hanging above Kara’s front door. And Lena, ever the scientist, had decided that Christmas to test a working theory she had kept close to her heart for years. She stepped fully under the suspended plant, and pressed a quick kiss to Kara’s cheek, whispering her goodbyes. It was when Kara captured her hand as she stepped into the hallway, and pulled her gently back through the doors threshold and into her arms, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, that Lena had her definitive answer. And it had been somewhere between stolen breaths, and steadily escalating kisses when Kara murmured a single word against Lena’s mouth; a simple ‘stay’, and Lena avowed then and there under some ridiculous holiday tradition and the strands of soft, white Christmas lights that lined the lofts walls, that she would never leave the loving warmth that Kara provided. And when Lena found herself wrapped in strong arms that night, her heart slowing as reverent kisses peppered along her bare shoulder, she knew Kara’s heart had quietly opened and welcomed her home. The next morning over breakfast, Lena had drawn a heart around December 26th on Kara’s wall calendar, a gesture which had pulled a broad grin across Kara’s face, and left breakfast abandoned as Lena was plucked up from her chair into strong arms along with a flurry of kisses as she was carried back to bed. 

It was their first official Christmas together when Lena had slid a toothless key to Kara across the small island in her kitchen and asked Kara to move in with her. Lena had considered keeping her penthouse and simply relinquishing her closet space to be filled with dark and pastel button ups, and her pantry stocked with sugary snacks. Instead, she found herself drawn to finding a new residence, one that her and Kara could build a home in together. The revelation had left Kara nearly jovial as she swept Lena up in one arm, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and opened her laptop to browse Zillow listings. When they finally closed on the house, Kara had already chosen the colors for each room, and despite Lena’s best protests of being unable to sleep on anything less than seven hundred thread count sheets, still ended up with four king size jersey sheet sets. And Lena would never admit to loving them despite Kara’s knowing smile and teasingly calling her “a jersey girl” each time she pulled them from the linen closet.

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Their second Christmas together, Kara had proposed. It wasn’t theatrical, and though they had discussed the idea of marriage in passing, Lena half heartily believed that she would be ambushed by a well choreographed flash mob if and when Kara decided to get down on one knee. Instead, Lena had been pressed into Kara’s side on their couch, scrolling through emails on her tablet, and sipping wine while deft fingers carded through her hair when a small box was placed on her lap. Kara’s movements didn’t stop as she dipped her head to Lena’s ear and quietly asked her to open it, nor did they when Kara caught the sound of Lena’s hammering heart. Kara simply shifted beside her, encircling an arm Lena’s shoulders, and placing a warm, calm hand over the delicate muscle thrumming away in her chest.

“Will you?” It was a simple two word question, and despite being a prolific journalist and the owner of a Pulitzer prize, Kara inquired as she often did, with a sort of casual endearment that somehow always left Lena speechless and a little more lovestruck than she was before.

Lena said yes once her brain caught up with her heart.

Their third Christmas together had their house filled with roarious laughter from family and friends on the eve of their wedding. In another time, the controlled chaos would have left Lena swimming with anxiety, but instead she found herself surrounded with a familial love she had chased her entire life and it caused warmth to blossom in her chest. It was reinforced each time she caught Kara’s soft gaze from across the room, or felt her soon to be wife in her proximity; a steadying hand resting on the small of her back as Kara launched into a story to J’onn and Nia about the time she buried the Danvers living room in nearly four inches of snow for her and Alex on Christmas morning. Eliza interjected to remind her daughter that she also had shoveled out the living room before opening any presents, which caused a blush to creep up and settle into Kara’s cheeks. As she finished the story, Kara eyed her mother playfully, and blew out a puff of cold air that sent a small burst of flurries spiraling out into the living room, much to the delight of their guests who attempted to catch snowflakes on their tongue, and shook out the iced fractals from their hair. 

They married the following day in a small backyard ceremony with an overly zealous and emotional Alex officiating. Eliza had walked down the aisle bracketed by Kara and Lena. They wore simple white slacks and button ups, wrapped in ceremonial cloaks of deep navy and maroon that carried the House of El siegel on their back. Emotion caught in Eliza’s throat when she pressed a kiss to Lena’s cheek and told her she loved her, and caused Lena’s already paper thin resolve to get through the ceremony without crying to wither away completely. Kara held Lena’s hands, running her thumbs over the back of her knuckles in a silent, reassuring gesture that kept Lena grounded in the moment enough to finish her vows while shedding a respectful amount of tears until the cry perched beneath her chin tumbled out along with Kara’s “I do.” When her wife cupped her face and kissed her, Lena could taste salt, but more importantly it was the gentle touch that moved across her cheeks, taking away her tears and the heaviness from her fromer moniker filled Lena’s heart. She was no longer a Luthor, and on paper she was a Danvers, but in quiet, shared moments with Kara, she knew she was a Zor El. Kara shared her culture, and told animated stories of a previous life lived. She taught Lena a dead language, one Lena intended to keep alive in their household. The more fluent she became, the more she snuck in words throughout their day, loving the visceral reaction it pulled from her wife, especially in intimate moments.

Last Christmas they gathered their family in the living room and distributed holiday cards. Kara paced with anxious excitement until Lena reached out and captured her wife’s hand in her own and pulled her down gently onto the couch beside her. Alex turned the card over in hands obsessively, and held it up to the light of the fireplace, trying to decipher what was inside, while Eliza, ever intuitive, had cornered Lena in the kitchen earlier and with every ounce of motherly love, wrapped her in a tight hug, and pressed a kiss to cheek in silent congratulations. When Kara finally conceded to allowing their guests to open the cards, she steadied herself against Lena’s side, wrapping her arm around her wife’s shoulder and released a nervous breath in the quiet moment before the room erupted. Alex was first on her feet, waving the grainy sonogram picture, and nearly tackling Kara and Lena in a hug; she was going to be aunt, they were going to be parents, and love poured freely out all around them.

It was the next day that the sky bled. Lena found Kara that morning in the nursery, awashed in red light that poured through the windows, her face set in with a cold, distant stare. Kara slipped her hand into her wife’s as Lena came up beside her, and squeezed gently. Lena did her best to reign in her fear as an icy sense of dread crept up her back and pricked at her neck, settling there. Lex had escaped.

Sam had arrived shortly after and offered to drive Kara and Lena to the DEO. Kara had been with Alex on the phone nearly all morning discussing possible locations that Lex may be working out of when four black streaks broke across the sky and collided with the building, leveling that covert agency within seconds. The phone dropped from Kara’s hand as the call turned to static, and was out of the car, stumbling into the street, shock draining the color from her face as she collapsed to her knees. Doors opened along the street as people quietly got out of their cars and stepped out of their homes as debris began to rain down from the reddened sky. Lena gathered her wife in her arms, guttural sobs ripping from the back of her throat. Once a god that had fallen from the sky, now reduced to mortal flesh, Kara buried herself deeper into Lena arms, powerless to stop the grief that crashed through her body in violent, trembling waves. She screamed her sister's name as Lena and Sam pulled her to her feet and back towards the car. Lena gathered her wife and held her close in the back seat of the car as their friend drove them home. Lena caught Sam’s watchful eyes reflected back to her in the rearview mirror when an emergency broadcast broke the silence in the car; each of their phones buzzing and blaring with the alarm. Lena numbly reached into her pocket and read the message as Kara laid her head down in her lap.

Kal was dead.

“te zhao” Lena dipped her head, pressing a kiss to golden hair. ‘My love, my love, my love’ she repeated. Dread turned over in waves inside of Lena, and when she looked at her wife, she was met with a withering look. Kara knew, she had felt it, the moment when she was left unequivocally alone. No longer a sister. No longer a cousin. The last daughter of a dead planet and a dead race. She pressed her face to Lena’s stomach, kissing the small swell of life that was growing there, repeating her uncle’s Kryptonian blessing until they arrived home.

Kara withdrew in the hours that followed. She rocked quietly in the chair of their half finished nursery, a single finger pressed to her lips as her grief turned over and evolved into an unanswerable rage. It wasn’t until late afternoon when the sun returned. Lena watched as her wife walked to the backyard and into the sun, turning her hands over in the golden ultraviolet as if studying it. She only spared a brief glance back at Lena before she was sky bound, punching holes through the clouds.

Lena watched the news coverage of the recovery efforts downtown. She watched her wife lift concrete and beams, tossing them aside without thought as she searched for her sister. The recovery site grew eerily quiet as they watched Supergirl collapse to one knee and pull her cape from her shoulders. Lena reached out absently for Sam as she watched Kara pull Alex from the debris, gently brushing the soot from her sister's face before wrapping her with an infinite tenderness in the red fabric. Rescuers removed their hats, placing them across their hearts in grief and solidarity as Supergirl descended from the mounds of twisted metal, tears mapping their way through the ash that stained her cheeks. And for the first time that day, Lena let go, collapsing against Sam, who held her close until her tears subsided and the trembling in her body stopped, close until emotion had drained her, leaving her hollow out and exhausted, on the cusp of an oblivious sleep.

She awoke to pain cutting through her like a knife, deep and hot in her gut. Lena pressed her hands into the couch and against Sam, trying to raise herself up, but she collapsed, agony ripping out of her chest in a scream. It wasn’t until Sam slid off the couch, and kneeled in front of Lena that she noticed the angry, bright blood that had begun to pool beneath her friend in a morbid halo. The edges of consciousness began to blur for Lena as Sam moved around the house frantically with her phone pressed between her ear and shoulder, demanding an ambulance. The last thing Lena remembered were the first, fluttering movements that turned over inside her belly as the abstract life she carried bled from her body.

Kara was beside her when she woke again. The incessant beeping of the machines around her the only sounds that filled the room. Kara was still in her suit, streaked with dirt, her cape missing. She held Lena’s hand, and dipped her head, pressing a reverent kiss to her knuckles. Lena ran her fingers through her wife’s hair and felt the warm tears that slid across the back of her hand in between each tender kiss Kara placed there. She vowed resolutely to find Lex and to kill him. Lena placed a finger beneath her wife’s chin, and lifted gently until tired, bloodshot eyes met her own, “Go.” 

Lex was dead before sunset.

                                                          xxxxx

Lena had left six months later, unable to watch the rage Kara carried and how it settled deep inside of her, insidious and reckless. 

Unable to keep removing the green shrapnel from impenetrable flesh that carried the constant reminder of her brother and what he had taken from her.

Unable to walk by the closed, locked door of an unfinished room in the house that was meant to be a home.

And unable to reach her wife, who was a hollowed shell of who she once was.

It had been nearly a year since the sky bled, and now Lena watches the snow fall over Boston. Dense, large flakes that obscure the Citgo sign across the pike from her Fenway apartment. It is nearly 2am, and Lena is far from sleep. In the kitchen, she pours the last remnants from her bottle of wine, topping off her glass and moves into the living room. She had put up a tree only at Ruby’s request when her and Sam visited at the beginning of the month. Sam had warned Lena of her daughter's instance on celebrating the holiday, and Lena had relented, unable to steal the joy from her god-daughter. It wasn’t until Ruby began to unpack and hang the stockings, hers, Sam’s, Lena’s, and one small, nameless stocking that Lena had to excuse herself. Sam had followed her into the bedroom a few minutes later and knelt beside her, cradling Lena in her arms as she cried.

Lena settles onto the couch and brings the wine glass to her lips, the burgundy liquid reflecting the soft, white lights of the tree. The glass nearly slips from her hand when she hears a gentle knock, and the sound immediately breaks down the door to heart.

Anxiety turns over in her chest, and she can feel the upkick in delicate muscle behind her ribs, her pulse drumming away in her ears.

Which means Kara can hear it too.

When Kara knocks again, Lena stands, setting her glass down on the table and walks towards the front door, but hesitates as she reaches out, her hand hovering over the handle.

On the other side of the door, Kara raises her fist, insistent on knocking again and again and again, even if it takes all night until her wife answers. 

“Please.” Kara’s voice is quiet. She nervously adjusts her glasses as she hears the lock turn over. She shifts her weight on her feet, and taps her fingers anxiously against her leg. And for the first time in six months she sees her wife.

Rao, she is beautiful, and even if Kara had stumbled across the sky just for this view, it would have been worth it.

Lena grips the door handle tightly and without much debate, steps back and opens the door fully, allowing space for Kara to come in.

Kara gives a tight smile and steps inside. Wet snow is still clinging to her hair and jacket, and Lena resists the urge to reach out and brush it away.

“Thanks.” Kara says, shrugging her jacket off and hanging it on the rack by the door.

Lena closes her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She wrings her hands together, attempting to turn over a ring she no longer wears and looks at Kara, who has moved in front of the tree and is studying the ornaments , “Ruby picked most of them out.” she says. The words feel forced, and she isn’t able to stand idly by and make small talk with her wife.

“Wh-.. what are you doing here?” Lena asks, shock apparent in her voice.

“It’s Christmas.” and Lena can feel anger begin to rear up in her chest.

“Don’t be obtuse.”

Kara lets out a breath and steps away from the tree towards the fireplace. “Fine. Tomorrow is our anniversary.” her fingers trail along the mantle, ghosting over the small stocking at the end. She pulls her hand back, afraid of the emotion that may break free if she allows herself to feel it.

“I told you I needed space.”

Kara nods and turns to face Lena, “I know.”

“This isn’t space.”

“It’s been six months, and-..,” Kara takes a hesitant step forward, and Lena wraps her arms around herself, trying to protect every tender part that she can, “I can’t be alone.” Kara finishes quietly.

“Oh? Did someone finally refuse to keep pulling Lex’s kryptonite out of you? Or did they grow tired of watching you practically kill yourself every night?” Lena retorts, coldy,

Kara drops her head, and guilt crashes over her. She had spent months after losing Alex and their child selfishly throwing herself into battle after battle, fighting until her powers were nearly extinguished. Fighting aliens and humans alike with modified weapons, laced and sharpened with kryptonite, a final gift from Lex who had flooded the black market with the radioactive rock before she killed him.

She fought until she came home bloodied with a pain racing through body like razors in her blood. And Lena has gathered her each time, piecing her back together until she couldn’t.

Until she could no longer bear the weight of her grief and her own and left.

Kara had spent those six months pinned somewhere between darkness and light. She sought counsel from J’onn, and began to pray again. She visited Alex often, and talked, hoping that her words would break through the clouds and find whatever god may be listening. 

“I deserve that.”

A sad laugh escapes Lena as she looks down, averting her gaze from Kara’s sad eyes, “I didn’t.”

“You’re right, you didn’t. And I am so sorry.” Kara pleads, “I told you I would never leave. I’m still here.”

“But you did leave. You were gone long before me, Kara. You became a ghost, each day I watched you disappear more and more. And...” Lena lifts her head, feigning bravery, “I couldn’t lose you, too. I couldn’t see you come home like that. You kept putting me in that position. I couldn’t grieve. I couldn’t move forward. You kept me trapped in that darkness with you.”

“Lena, I am so sor-..”

“I lost everything, too. I lost my family. I lost our daughter. I nearly lost you. But I couldn’t let it drown me,” Lena says pressing her hand against her chest, “not when I had to provide every ounce of stability as you spiraled out.”

“Ou-..” emotion catches and tightens like a vise in Kara’s throat, “our daughter?”

Lena closes her eyes, fighting back her own tears, unable to meet Kara’s gaze and see the shattered look on her face.

“inah?” Kara repeats, the realization folding heavily into her chest, “You knew?”

“I was going to tell you,” Lena breaths out, “that night I was goi-..” but her words are drowned out by the cry that falls out of her. It’s too much. She clasps her hand tightly over her mouth, trying to swallow it back down, but the emotion threatens to collapse in on her, and she leans forward, her hand falling from her mouth as her pain escapes in guttural sobs.

Kara closes the distance between them, and gathers Lena in her arms, pulling her close, shouldering her tears until the fabric of her shirt is stained with salt.

“Hey, I’ve got you.” Kara dips her head to Lena’s ear, fingers running through obsidian hair, “I’ve got you.” she whispers

Lena doesn’t know how long she stays pressed against Kara, only that her breaths begin to even out, and when Lena lifts her head, she is met with a sad smile. Kara raises a hand and gently wipes away her tears with the pad of her thumb, and Lena can feel the broken pieces of her heart being hoisted up from the dark valley in her chest. She closes her eyes, and leans in, pressing the ghost of a kiss to Kara’s lips. When she pulls back, eyes still closed, Kara pulls her bottom lip between teeth, savoring the softness. She has committed Lena’s kiss to memory many times, but this kiss, one brushed with forgiveness, leaves Kara enveloped in a stillness that she hasn’t felt in over a year. She can hear the shaky breath that Lena lets go of, one laced with vulnerability, and when she opens her eyes, Kara can see a spark, something hopeful that soothes the callosed walls of her heart.

Kara leans in, her nose brushing over the cupid's bow of her wife’s lip, and presses her forehead to Lena’s, holding her gaze. And Kara swears in this moment and in every one that will follow that she will gather every piece of Lena’s broken porcelain heart and make it whole again.

“Stay.” Lena says quietly against Kara’s lips, and Kara can’t help but smile, because the song the word carries is so familiar, “Always.” she answers, pressing a tentative kiss to Lena’s lips.

Slow shaking fingertips run across the line of her jaw, and Kara leans into the touch, turning her head and pressing a reverent kiss into the palm of Lena’s hand. She is more than willing to relinquish every part of her over to Lena in this moment, to allow her to forge this new path with every trembling touch, and Kara will follow her like thread, weaving back together their ruins with every ounce of gracious love she has.

The gentle touch moves down the column of Kara’s throat and past the center of her chest, until exploring hands pull at the edge of her shirt, untucking them from her slacks. Warm fingertips move under her shirt, pushing up the fabric, and Kara raises her arms, allowing Lena to pull the clothing free. Lena pauses for a moment, noticing the long, silver chain hanging around Kara’s neck, two matching rings suspended from it. She glances up to her wife, and studies the bashful, soft look that has settled on Kara’s face. Lena lifts the chain, gliding her fingers down its length until the weight of the rings settle in the palm of her hand.

“You’ve never been nothing short of a romantic.” Lena playfully chastises. 

Kara smiles, covering Lena’s hands with her own and capturing the rings in their joined hands, “More like nothing short of a cliché.”

“That too. But it’s one of the things I love about you.”

For the first time that evening, Kara can hear the mirth in her wife’s voice, and the warmth from it breaks like a wave against the shore of her heart. She leans down, capturing Lena’s lips in a sweet kiss. Lena presses her hands against Kara’s chest, and begins a slow ascent over warm skin until her fingers weave through the soft hair at the base of Kara’s neck and pulls her closer, deepening the kiss. There is no rush as Lena takes a step forward, pushing Kara back and guiding her towards the bedroom between kisses and insistent hands pulling at clothing until they are discarded in their wake. Kara’s hands rest on her wifes hips, and when her back meets the bedroom door, she reaches behind her, absently searching for the handle as Lena’s hands move to the buckle of her belt, unfastening and pulling it free.

They move in a familiar dance as they push through the threshold of the room. Kara keeps her hand on the small of Lena’s back, keeping her wife tethered as she reaches out and steadies a firm hand against the edge of the bed. Lena breaks their kiss, her soft eyes searching Kara’s face, and she knows the request before Lena has to ask; to stay close. 

“sokao.” Lena asks, leaning in and pressing her lips against Kara’s, the request causing a bolt of pleasure to move through her body. She nods and steps away briefly to gather what she needs.

Lena presses her head back firmly into the bed, her back bowing when Kara finally moves inside her. Her nails dig into strong shoulders as her wife moves with slow, deep thrusts. Hot breath and laguid kisses move over her neck, across the column of her throat and then capture her lips. Kara grips the edge of the bed as her other hand travels down the side of Lena's body, trailing warm fingertips over the subtle dips and valleys of her ribs until she reaches her hip and kneads into the soft skin there.

Lena gasps as Kara pulls her close, hand steady on her hip, and she matches her wife's movements, rolling her hips into Kara, taking her in deeper. Warmth begins to collect low in her stomach, and Lena pushes a hand to the center of Kara’s chest, gripping the chain hanging loosely between them, and opens her eyes, holding Kara’s hooded gaze. Lena digs a heel into the bed, pressing up and adjusting her position just enough to hear the moan that falls past her wife’s lips that Lena captures with a searing kiss.

“zhygam.” she whispers against her lips, “sern.”

And Lena knows the reaction she elicits from Kara when she speaks to her like this in her native tongue; she can feel it in the way her heart races and can see it in the candescent glow that races under Kara’s skin, lighting up her capillaries in a dim, golden hue that grows brighter until they extinguish as she falls freely over the edge with Lena.

Soft, grey light pushes at the edges of the bedroom windows, and under the snow blanketed glow of the city, Lena holds their trembling bodies close as Kara murmurs assurances of love against her skin, and Lena realizes in that moment that perhaps home wasn’t always meant to be a place, but it could also be a person.

“Do you know why I chose it?” Lena asks sometime later, curled against her wife’s side, running her finger over Kara’s chest, and the eternity knot inlay of their rings.

“Hm?” Kara hums, carding her fingers through dark hair, “chose what?” 

Lena props herself on an elbow, and rests her head in her hand, her finger ghosting over the platinum bands, “Gold.”

“Because you know it’s not my color?” Kara teases.

Lena swats playfully at her wife’s arm, “Because the body contains at least 0.2 milligrams of gold, with the highest concentrations being around the heart.”

Kara tilts her head down studying the rings, and then turns her gaze to Lena, whose eyes stay fixed on the bands with a distant look, “I chose gold because I believe we were forged in the heart of the same star, and when it collapsed, those parts of us traversed the universe, built worlds and life. The calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, and the gold in our hearts; we’re made in the interiors of collapsing stars,” Lena glances up to Kara, who is blinking away tears, “you came here and brought our star with you. And it is familiar as your touch and far as a distant memory, but it’s there, built into you and me.”

“Are you calling me a bunch of star stuff?” Kara asks conspiratorially, wiping the back of her hand across her cheek, capturing a stray tear. 

Lena smiles, her laughter escaping in a short breath as she leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Kara’s smirking lips, “I’m loosely quoting Carl Sagan, but yes, star stuff.” she muses.

Kara smiles brightly then as Lena lips move across her cheek, and down the slope of her jaw. In a cosmos where further seems forever, and forever seemed meant for few things, forever had found its way, lining their hearts and pumping through their veins, infinite as the snow falling around them in the quiet of the city.

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The kryptonian phrases are:

te zhao  - my love

inah - daugther

sokao - please

zhygam - come

sern - together/unite

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #lena can speak kryptonian #supercorp fic #it's a christmas story #and sad #but also is happy? #you let me know about that part #they love each other and honestly isn't that the most important thing? #kryptonian is bold and italicized #character death #but it isn't lena or kara so that's good #anyway merry christmas

[cyclone-rachel]

Pay the Asking Price

chapter 19

previous chapters: 1// 2// 3// 4// 5// 6// 7// 8// 9// 10// 11// 12// 13// 14// 15// 16// 17// 18

~

Kara could smell it from her bedroom.

It was at times like these when she was partially grateful for her super-senses, but… also, they frustrated her right then, since by the time she got out of bed and walked into the living room of her loft (turning on the news, just in case there was anything Supergirl was needed for), expecting said scents to be coming from her kitchen, there was nothing there.

Instead, their source was on the other side of her door, and she opened it to find Brainy, wearing a light brown sweater over a black polo shirt, with black slacks and the glasses she’d given him, and holding a tray of breakfast foods.

“I… apologize, Kara.” He said. “First and foremost, for what I did, and said- and did not say, or do, in some cases. And I know this does not make up for it at all, but…”

“You made me breakfast.” Kara answered, face falling as she noticed his upset expression, still holding out the tray to her- though she couldn’t be too upset, looking at all of it. “Hash browns… cereal, orange juice, coffee, biscuits- I’m not sharing any of this with you, you know.”

“I am aware.” Querl answered. “You did tell Barry we were going to talk.”

“Yeah. But… after I eat all of this.” She said, not being able to resist starting in on it already as he still held the tray- though he soon let her take it from him, as he wanted her to. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I learned how to.” He said. “Quickly, as you’d expect.”

“Well, it paid off.” Kara answered, through a mouthful of food. “This bacon is perfect- and I can’t believe you actually made poached eggs, it took me so long to learn how to poach.”

Almost a good thing that I’m not working right now, she thought. I can take my time with eating all of this food.

Querl hesitated, glancing over at her kitchen.

“I, um… got the instructions from one of your books.” He said. “I had a lot of free time, and I… eventually wanted to be able to make breakfast in bed, for you. As a surprise- and a gesture of love.”

And now I completely ruined it.

Kara sighed, taking the tray inside, and setting it down on her table.

“I am so sorry.” He said, still standing at her doorway, as he hadn’t been invited in- and didn’t think he was going to be. “My intention had been to fill your life with joy, while we were together. But it seems that I have only caused you sorrow, just like some of my other relatives have.”

Kara’s eyes widened as she swallowed a piece of biscuit that she’d started eating while walking back to her doorway, and once she had, she set a hand on Querl’s arm.

“No…” she started. “Querl, you’re nothing like them. I promise.”

He looked at her, miserably.

“I lied to you.” He said. “I didn’t allow you to prepare for their arrival- the odds of their taking over National City are now… in actuality I do not know what they are planning, and I would not say that if it wasn’t the truth. I did not even expect for them to let me leave, after I conversed with them on their ship.”

Kara stared.

“You talked to them again?”

“I did- and you also spoke with my mother, without my presence. But… they are Brainiacs, and twelfth-level intellects, for a reason. There are countless things they could do.”

“Yeah, I know.” She said, thinking back to her history lessons about Kandor. She was always taught she was lucky to live in Argo, given what had happened to that city, but luck didn’t save her own city from being destroyed with the rest of Krypton, and it certainly didn’t save her from being trapped in the Phantom Zone.

“Please tell me they’re not going to put National City in a bottle.”

Querl shook his head.

“In my initial sweep of the ship, I did not detect such technology.” He said. “But they could have hidden it from me- regardless, we should still be vigilant.”

Kara nodded. “Constant vigilance- I’ll keep that in mind.”

She glanced over at the clock behind her on the wall.

“I guess you don’t need a ride to Catco.” She said. “It’s almost time for you to clock in.”

“I am aware.” Querl answered. “I can transport myself.”

Kara looked down at the Legion ring, which he was still wearing- not surprising, but she still liked looking at it, how it reflected the morning sunlight.

“You sure can.” She said, gaze going from the ring up to his eyes. “Just be careful- wouldn’t want you to be abducted by any aliens on the way to work.”

“Right. Even though I myself am an alien, and only look human at the moment.”

Kara gently patted his arm again, reminded of her own confusion when she’d watched movies where that came up, at the beginning of what would become a still-ongoing tradition with Alex.

“Be safe, Querl. That was what I was going for.” She said. “And… well, you don’t need reminding to be vigilant about your own parents, either.”

“Certainly not.” Querl answered. “Although I did observe on the way here that they are merely hovering in orbit above the city. Is that what you might call helicopter parenting?”

Kara laughed.

“Not exactly-“ she started to say, but she was distracted by a news report playing.

“Laser eyepatch. That is new.”

Kara shrugged.

“Well, duty calls- for both of us.” She said. “You get to work, tell James I miss him, I’ll take care of this.”

“Affirmative.”

And in no time at all, she was in her Supergirl uniform, and out of her window, as he too left Kara’s apartment, wishing he’d made a better breakfast for himself- though not daring to take any of hers.

~

“Remember that alien you fought this morning?” J’onn asked Kara as they walked into the DEO together, later that day.

“The one with the laser-shooting eyepatch? Yeah, rings a bell.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t just any rogue alien.” Winn said, as Brainy pulled up the information on the DEO’s monitors.

“He’s from a race of alien bounty hunters called Amalaks.”

Bounty hunters. Specifically targeting Kara…

It was hard not to jump to conclusions, especially when, as J’onn had confirmed to him after speaking with the President herself, that the Coluan ship was in low orbit, doing nothing. This could be their way of taking action, of getting the attention of Supergirl and her compatriots again- convincing them to make the first move.

Querl knew that, with any number of bounty hunters, Kara could handle herself. But against those who were sending them, and if this was only their first move, if Kara was not their true target or their only target…

“Yep. When the DEO was intaking your new monocular best friend, they found this.” Winn said, placing a small device on the table, that showed a very familiar hologram.

“Hey, that’s me!” Kara pointed at it, her enthusiasm seemingly not dampened by knowing what it was used for.

“What is it?”

“It’s an interplanetary messaging device.” J’onn said.

“It accesses some kind of alien darknet for all your shady space needs.” Winn continued.

“And there’s a message.” Querl said, mentally connecting to the device and activating it, as an automated voice read out:

Name. Supergirl.

The last daughter of Krypton.

Location. National City, California, USA, Planet Earth.

Three hundred quartz crowns upon proof of death.

Winn turned the device off, sure all who were there got the message.

“Someone put a bounty on your head.” Said J’onn.

~

“How much is three hundred quartz crowns?”

“In your terms, a lot. Enough to buy a planet.” Querl answered.

Winn, for his part, seemed to take this news more casually, although that was to be expected of him.

“Oh. Like, we're talking like, a planet in a good neighborhood? Or like, a hipster, up-and-coming kind of vibe?”

“…Yes.” Querl said, aware that he wasn’t completely answering the question but that such an amount of money covered both of those possibilities.

“For that kind of bounty, every low-life killer in the universe will be headed this way to take their shot.” J’onn said, looking across the table at Kara.

“Oh, that's fine. I'll just take them out. One by one.” Kara stated, turning around and heading out of the DEO, presumably to do just that. But Alex stopped her before she could go anywhere.

“Hey, hey. No, no, no. Wait. Okay. Not that I doubt you, okay? But a series of battles with interstellar bounty hunters doesn't seem like a good way to ensure public safety.”

“Alex is right. I want you staying out of sight until we can figure out who is behind this.” J’onn said, standing beside Alex.

“Wait a second. You want me to hide?” Kara asked.

“Sometimes hiding is a strategic necessity.” Alex confirmed.

Querl, knowing how much she might not have wanted to hear his opinion on the matter, stayed silent.

You are your own person, and you are stronger than anyone I know. But… I still do not want to lose you again, he might’ve said. Especially not to my parents.

“I’m not going to hide.” Kara said defiantly, looking at each of the others- Brainy, especially- as she spoke. “I’m… I’m the Girl of Steel! I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t stand down for anyone.”

“I know none of us can stop you if you choose to go out there.” J’onn said. “But please, as the people who care about you… Give us a day to try and get ahead of this thing.”

Kara sighed.

She really did want to make sure people were safe, especially when she was fighting villains in public, and as much as she might’ve felt like they were protecting her too much… Alex and J’onn, and the rest of the DEO did know what they were doing. She could trust them, even though right then it didn’t seem like they trusted her as much as the other way around.

“…Fine.” She said. “Okay. I’ll lay low for 24 hours.”

“Thank you.” J’onn said. “Agent Schott? See if you can find a way to locate more of those things. Brainiac 5, help him- and keep an eye on the Coluan ship. Anything happening up there, I want to know about it- and maybe you can get a more accurate reading on it than our devices.”

“Affirmative.”

“Maybe we can stop those bounty hunters before they strike. Agent Danvers, run a database search for other species who might be using this network.”

“Absolutely.” Alex said. “Well, I had plans, but I will cancel.”

Kara reacted immediately to that.

“No! No, don’t cancel your plans just to search databases, that’s ridiculous.”

“These databases won’t search themselves.”

“Then I will search them.” Querl answered. “I happen to be excellent at multitasking, and that way Winn does not have to expend himself any further than he already is- and indeed, he is already straining against his limits at the present time.”

Winn stared over at him, looking indignant.

“Hey, what do you know about my limits?”

“…I cannot say any more.”

Winn rolled his eyes.

“Of course you can’t.”

“Let’s get out of here.” Kara said, as she and Alex left.

~

Fabala and Kajz Dox, meanwhile, had decided to leave their ship- and were currently walking through Al’s Bar, not trying to disguise themselves by any means.

“So this is how the organic beings indulge themselves on this planet.” Fabala commented.

Not just organics, Mother, Querl thought as he met them there.

“Mother. Father.” He said.

“We were… glad when we received your message.” Kajz answered. “Do you work here?”

“No.” Querl answered. “I… actually work as an intern, at a multimedia company. It is a respected profession.”

Fabala scoffed.

“So you’re a servant to humans.” She said. “Working with primitive technology to do nothing important. Don’t you realize that you mean nothing to them? That you could be doing so much more?”

I could be living up to my potential even more, if Father hadn’t inhibited me, he thought. But then again, they had the courtesy to visit him here. Even though they looked down on him, and his job, he should at least be polite.

“I know it was you.” He answered, changing the subject, after he sat down across from them at a table.

Fabala, looked surprised.

“You know what was us?”

“You placed the bounty on Kara’s life.” Querl said. He spoke slowly, even though that wasn’t entirely necessary, and his parents reacted with blank looks. “Did you really think that if you had her killed that I was just going to change my mind and come back with you?”

Kajz laughed.

“You've become quite imaginative in your time here.” He answered.

“Is that so? Who else wants her dead and has 300 quartz crowns?”

“Does she seem like a person who has any shortage of enemies? I can assure you we have nothing to do with this.” Fabala tried to assure him.

“Okay, so, if it's not you, why are you still on Earth?”

“Because we're hoping you'll come to your senses.”

“Do you know how long we've been searching for you? Years. Spent looking through the timeline for the faintest hint of your survival."

“We thought we were lost. That we would be the last generation of Coluans. But for your mother's strength, despair would have overwhelmed us.” Kajz said, holding onto Fabala’s arm.

The last generation. Yes, Querl had heard all about their claims- of Brainiac infecting the planet, destroying any artificial intelligence aside from members of the Brainiac line.

He still didn’t believe them. As far as he was concerned, they were only trying to gain sympathy for themselves, using that perceived weakness to convince their son into returning to their present day, rebuilding Colu until it was no longer a dead world.

Which he wanted to do, if they weren’t lying- but he knew, if that was indeed true, that they didn’t just want to rebuild their world.

“When you were a child, you used to grab my leg with both arms every time I tried to leave the room. I would have to peel you off of me like some... gangly little magnet. And it broke my heart. Until we heard your beacon, I thought we'd lost you forever. And now... I would rather die than leave Earth without you.” Fabala said, sounding more emotional than she ever had before. Something already suspicious, knowing her.

“You have to trust that all we want is for you to come home. We wish no harm on your friend.” Kajz continued, as the two of them stood up.

“Remember, we're your parents. When you call, we come. Even to places that disagree with us.” Fabala said.

They left together, and Querl was left watching them, just as concerned as before.

~

“-National City needs Supergirl.” Kara was saying as Querl arrived, carrying a large bottle of soda and an equally-large bag of popcorn.

Winn and James were also there, sitting at Kara’s table, and they seemed to be in the middle of some kind of game.

But the news was also on, and Querl could sense that whatever was going on, Kara was anxious to leave her confinement, worried that people could get hurt without her help.

A feeling, to be sure, that he understood.

“Brainy.” James said. “I’m very happy you’re here. Could you stand in the way of Kara and her super-suit?”

“As I understand it, I am on probation for game night.” Querl answered. “So I am attempting not to be removed from such a tradition again.”

“Where were you?” Kara asked him, as he placed what he was carrying on the table, and returned to face her.

“I was just… questioning some suspects.”

“Who?”

“My parents.”

“So you think your parents ordered the bounty on me.”

“Well, they say they didn’t, but… you know what they think about you. So I am not so sure.” Querl said.

“Yeah, they should meet my dad.” Winn commented. “I bet they’d become fast friends.”

“From what you said about it, I’m certain that’s true.”

Querl would have said more- but right then, as Winn was raising his beer bottle to him, and Querl had just gotten another bottle to do the same, he heard a ringing in his ears.

His body seized up, as he was unable to fight whatever had come over him, and the bottle fell to the ground, shattering.

“Oh!”

“I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” Querl said, the ringing subsiding for a moment. He tried to pick up the pieces, but once he had bent over, the ringing returned.

“Are you okay?” Kara asked.

I am very much not, he wanted to say. But the ringing now felt like static, and when he looked up, it was as though he was seeing through a filter- whoever or whatever had taken over him now had control of his eyes, too.

“I can’t move.” He said. “I am serious.”

He was wrenched upwards, to a standing position, and though he wasn’t moving his own muscles, he felt himself surge towards Kara and grab her around the waist, as both of them hurtled out of the window.

~

He flew, with Kara, through the city, and managed to position himself so he would land on his back- which he did, on a rooftop. He got up, and found himself looking at Kara, who still seemed confused as to what was happening.

“What are you doing?” she asked him.

“I don’t know. It’s not me!” he insisted, as he and Kara fought- he threw punches, she dodged them, and all the while he felt and heard the static in his mind, as the executive section of his brain was suppressed and whatever was controlling him- as expected- seemed to have it out for Kara. “I’m not in control of my body!”

He kicked at her, and she dodged that too, but after she dodged a few more punches, she blocked one of his, and sent him stumbling backwards with another.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she said, as he felt the impact.

“I had that coming.” He answered, just to make her feel better about it.

Their fight continued, and soon she had him in a headlock.

“Can you control it?” she asked.

“I should- my Legion ring usually protects- against these things. But… I can’t.”

She released him, and he moved away from her.

“I just feel what you would call pins and needles all over.” He continued.

Kara stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“It’s no good, you have to run.” He said, as he continued to punch at her, and she did her best to avoid him. “I’m much too dangerous.”

Then again, that is the source of all of my problems.

“I’m not giving up on you.” Kara answered. “Just focus, and try to fight it. I know you can.”

“I can’t!” he said, throwing her against a car. But seeing her lying there, not getting up… it wasn’t pleasant to see, and it was enough to get him to stop moving, fighting against everything that was controlling him.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“Me too.” Guardian said, and attempted to catch Querl’s hand with some kind of rope weapon in his gauntlet- but the force controlling Querl made him twist around, and use it to throw James into another car.

Kara got up, then, as Querl was facing her, and though he attempted to resist the force that continued to control him, his hand still curled into a fist, and he still punched at her, as she dodged his attempts to do so.

Then, all of a sudden, he felt himself let go, and shook himself off, as Kara’s fist connected with his face. He fell, and she stood still for a moment, looking down on him.

“It’s me this time.” He said. “I… that hurt.”

Although I admit, I did deserve that.

“Oh!” Kara immediately exclaimed, now looking worried and remorseful. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

She held out a hand to him, and he took it, as she helped him up.

~

“So, Creepy McGee here got inside Brainy’s…brain, and thought he could use him to kill Supergirl.” Winn summarized, standing in front of the cell that now held the second captive bounty hunter.

“Rude.” Querl commented.

“Who put the bounty out on me?” Kara asked. She was still wearing her civilian clothes inside the DEO, that she’d had on during the game night that Querl had interrupted- a light pink leather jacket, a gray shirt, and black pants- but she looked just as beautiful as she always did.

The prisoner, meanwhile, stayed silent.

“He knows. You can tell he knows.” Alex said, after studying him for a moment.

“I'm the most powerful telepath in the Alcorian system. I know more than you can imagine.”

“And as a twelfth-level intellect, I know exponentially more than you could even begin to fathom.” Querl answered, stepping forward before he caught the stares of those around him, and then stepped back.

“Oh, yeah, except for the difference between a gun and a stapler.” Winn pointed out.

“You'll never get me to talk. You humans are too moral to do what's necessary to penetrate my mind.”

“Winn, get me a wrench.” Alex answered, making direct eye contact with the prisoner as she, too, stepped forward.

“Alex! Stand down.” J’onn said. He approached the prisoner then, and began to probe his mind for answers.

The prisoner, in response, only looked amused.

“Come at me, bro.” he said, and J’onn did, as the two seemed to be locked in a psychic battle for a few minutes before the prisoner stumbled back, yelling in pain.

“It was the Coluans! Fabala Dox placed the bounty...”

~

“You know, for a second there, I actually almost believed them.” Querl said, as the group returned to the DEO command center. “I mean, you're not safe.”

“We'll figure this out.” Kara insisted.

“I mean, how? I know them. In their minds, they honestly believe that if they get rid of you, then I'm just going to go back home.”

Even though Colu was always far from a home for me.

“We need to retaliate.” Alex said. “I mean, if we strike back, we could force them to pull the bounty and leave Earth.”

“Uh, listen, I like revenge just as much as the next geek but need I remind you that they have an impenetrable warship?”

That, and on the extremely unlikely chance that they do leave Earth, with their technology they could just as easily take over any other planet they deem expendable. Which could be any of them.

“Well, Winn, you can find a way in.”

“No, he can't.”

“I mean; I might be able to. Maybe not according to Brainy, but you, J’onn, I thought you had faith in me.” Winn answered.

“We can't take any action against the Coluan ship whatsoever. I have orders from President Marsdin.” J’onn clarified.

“What?”

“Attacking them could spark an intergalactic war.”

“They attacked us.”

“I'll brief the President and wait for her instructions. Until then, our only mission is to keep Supergirl safe.” J’onn finished.

~

When Kara next saw Querl, he was at her door with a broom in his hand.

She opened the door for him, and together, they began to clean up the broken glass that now was showered all over the floor of her apartment, after the bounty hunter had taken over Querl’s body and led to Kara’s window being broken in the first place.

“So, I have been thinking about a solution to our problem.” Querl started.

“Yeah. Me too.” Kara said, stopping the sweeping she’d been doing to turn around and face him, holding on tight to her broom.

“Yes?”

“There's only one thing we can do.” Kara said. “Talk to your mother.”

At the same time, Querl answered, “Kill her”, and Kara stared at him, taking a step backwards.

“Wait, what?”

“I… am serious, Kara.” He said. “I would usually never say this. I do not kill- the Legion does not kill.”

“Me neither.” Kara answered, gripping the broom handle so tightly that it started to break in her hands. “Not even the worst of the worst, if I can help it.”

“I am aware. In fact, we- the Legionnaires- modeled our code of conduct on you and Superman, and what you would have done. We took an oath to preserve all that is good and to never harm the innocent. But she is far from innocent. Ending her life will save countless others.”

“Brainy… we can’t do that.” She said. “And if you do… won’t people see you as the same kind of person as she is?”

“Perhaps.” Querl admitted. “But making sure that she never causes anyone pain again, never feels pleasure in causing pain… such would be worth the risk.”

He reached out to take Kara’s hand, but she only moved away from him again.

“Besides, I already ran from her, and my father, once before. I could do so again- we could find a habitable planet, yellow sun and all… but that would only mean endangering this one. And you… you don’t know my parents. They want you dead, they want me to return home, to be put under their control-“

Even more than they already have done so.

“…and they will not stop until they achieve that goal. I refuse to run anymore.”

“I won’t run either.” Kara said.

“I know. It’s one of the things I most admire about you.”

Kara smiled at that, before her face grew serious again.

“But there has to be another way to fight her. Between us… I’m sure we can figure something out, right?”

“It is a possibility.” Querl relented, as Kara put the broom aside.

“That’s why we have to start with talking to your mother.”

“J’onn said we can’t engage with them.” Querl pointed out.

“No, he didn’t say that. He said we can’t attack them. We can still talk to her. Then you can get her to realize all she really wants is for you to be happy. And then she'll… realize that Earth is the best place for you. Your mother can change. You just have to talk to her.”

“I changed.” Querl answered. “I was… far from heroic, at first, as you know. I did a lot of bad things- both while under the influence of one of my other relatives, and otherwise. But I was offered a chance, and I took it. I do not see my mother accepting redemption in the same way I did.”

“Well, you are incredible.” Kara said. “And even if you don’t think there are good odds for it, you could still give her a chance, right? Or your father?”

“Do you really think I’m incredible?”

“Yes. And I hope your parents see you the same way.” Kara answered.

“…Alright. I will contact the ship. It is, as you say, worth a shot.”

Kara smiled, and he knew that if the two of them were still a couple, she would’ve kissed his nose right about then, or something else romantic. But he didn’t deserve such gestures, so instead he got up, and they continued cleaning Kara’s apartment in silence, until the broken glass was gone.

~

Querl glanced over at the Legion ring on display in the Fortress of Solitude- Clark’s ring, the one he’d presented Clark with along with his Legion belt- before he and Kara met Fabala there, as she teleported in from the Coluan ship.

“Krypton on Earth? And I thought the location of our last meeting was vile.” She commented.

“I-“ Kara took a breath, folding her hands together before she answered. “This place is sacred, to my cousin and I. I thought it was the only place on Earth worthy to entertain you, Brainiac 4.”

“The Kryptonians were never very good at entertaining.”

Kara looked over at Querl, and he answered his mother.

“We know it was you.” He said, as he stepped toward her. “One of your bounty hunters gave you up.”

He paused, and when she didn’t respond, he spoke again.

“I… am aware that you love me.” He said.

Enough to bottle a planet for me, just because you saw how much I loved the snow.

“And I know that you think you want what’s best for me. But can you not see that being on Earth, whether in this time, with Kara, or the thirty-first century makes me happy? Call off your bounty, and maybe you and I can still have a relationship.”

Fabala, in turn, stepped closer to him as well.

“I am your mother.” She said. “You do not dictate the terms of our relationship.”

Kara took hold of Querl’s arm, as she too moved forward to face Fabala.

“Your son has found a second home here.” She said. “He has… friends! A life! He’s happy, just like he must’ve been in the future. Don’t take that away from him.”

She now stood in between Querl and Fabala, and if Querl did not already know at that time that she was braver than he ever knew, the bravest person he’d ever met in fact, then he would then.

“I know our worlds have had their differences.” She continued. “Which is all the more reason that we need to fight to make peace. When Brainy- when Querl- first landed here, we didn't understand each other. But we found a connection. Through the kindness in our hearts. And that comes from somewhere. You have kindness in your heart. Please just try to understand that letting him stay here is the right thing to do.”

She was persistent, and sounded so persuasive that Querl almost thought Fabala would agree, as she was watching Kara and considering her words. But of course, he knew her too well for that, and so he was not at all surprised by what she said next.

“Whatever connection you think you've found with my son during this… tryst, is a lie.” She answered. Kara looked like she was about to faint again, after that.

“Are you alright?”

“Um…”

Fabala watched her again, with those cold eyes, and Kara only grew more uncomfortable.

“I don’t feel so-“

His mother revealed her weapons- a pair of Kryptonite sai- and struck out at Kara, as Querl moved to her side.

“Should’ve handled this myself from the beginning.” Fabala said.

~

“Where did you get Kryptonite?” Kara asked.

“In this century, it is easy enough to find.” She said. Querl stood up as Fabala tried to strike at Kara again, and he blocked her attempt, only for her to knock him through an ice column.

Kara got up as well, and threw a punch at her- but Fabala stabbed her instead in the leg, and Kara staggered back, before falling, sitting on the ground and clutching her wound.

“I went through a disruption in time and crossed an ocean of stars looking for my son.” Fabala said, leaning over her. “I refuse to let you get in my way now. Your family awaits you.”

“No!” Querl shouted as she prepared to deliver the final blow, and managed to hold her back.

Kara has such a bright future ahead of her. I refuse to let this be her last moment.

I refuse to be responsible for it.

“Wait. I’ll go with you.”

“Brainy- you said you wouldn’t.” Kara said, voice still pained.

“I’ll- I’ll go back to Colu, I’ll be a part of your organization, you can do whatever you want to my personality inhibitors- please, just… stop hurting her.” He answered.

“I have your word?” Fabala asked. “No tricks, no resistance?”

“You have my word.”

Kara stood up, and Querl moved to say goodbye to her.

“I’m sorry, Kara, this is the only way.” He said.

They hugged one last time, and he still held her as they pulled away from one another.

“As long as you’re safe.” He continued.

“Be smart.” Kara answered. “Then again, you always are. I trust you.”

“That is good to know.” Querl said. “And I trust you too.”

Fabala grabbed his arm, then, and pulled him away, as Querl felt the tugging of the teleportation beam, sending him and his mother back to the Coluan ship.

All he could focus on was the devastation on Kara’s face.

~

They arrived back on the ship together, and Kajz immediately turned around to greet them.

“Son! I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to see you here.” He said.

“Querl, why don’t you clean up so we can prepare for departure?” Fabala asked. But Querl knew, if this went as he’d planned, there wouldn’t be a departure at all.

“Call off the bounty on Kara, now.” He said.

Fabala looked like she was about to sigh, but called over one of her soldiers, that was holding the messaging device Querl had seen in the DEO. She deactivated it, and turned back to her son.

“It’s done.” She said.

Querl nodded, and went to stand by the window, looking out at the Earth for what could have been the last time- in either of the centuries he called home.

But he didn’t go so far away as to not hear his parents’ conversation.

“It was you.” His father said. “You issued the bounty.”

“I did what I had to do, to get back my son.” His mother answered, before she walked away.

~

Kara landed on the DEO balcony, and almost immediately stumbled- only for J’onn and Alex to meet her there.

“What did she do to you?” J’onn asked, as he held her up.

“She had Kryptonite.”

“We need to get you under a yellow sun lamp.” Alex answered, looking like she was ready to do just that.

“No, Fabala was about to kill me and Brainy sacrificed everything to save my life. Now we have to save his.”

Even though he lied… despite all he kept from us, he is still a good person. And I know how horrible his parents are. I refuse to let him be hurt by them again.

“I can’t let you do that.”

“No, I'm okay.”

“It's not that. We're under strict orders not to engage. I'm sorry.”

“This is Brainy’s life. Please.”

“I cannot disobey the President of the United States. I know it's… easy to let emotions get involved, but there's a protocol. I'm not the one calling the shots right now.”

Still, Kara shook her head, unable to agree with them.

“I know how much you care for Brainy. But this is too dangerous.” Alex insisted.

“I have to save him. I know you understand.” Kara said first, to Alex. Then, she turned to J’onn. “Once that ship leaves he's gone forever.”

“He's made his choice. He's with his people, Kara.”

“Brainy did not choose this. This is not like M'gann- you of all people know how terrible the Brainiacs besides him are, who knows what they could do to him once he’s gone? And if we wait for President's orders, Brainy and his parents could be light-years away. We need to go now.” Kara took a breath, as J’onn looked at her, contemplative.

“I'm the one that convinced him to do this.” She continued. “To try to reason with his mother. He's up there because of me. Please. J'onn, I can't lose him.”

~

Querl was still looking out at the Earth, as his father approached him.

“I want you to know that… Kara Zor-El will be safe.” He said.

“What about the Legion?” Querl asked. “The last time we met, you were willing to wipe out an entire planet just to get rid of us. Just so Mother would feel the emotional satisfaction of causing me pain.”

“That was before we became endangered.” Kajz said. “Before we realized that you could be an asset to us- that together, we could change our family’s reputation.”

“By stopping the plague another of us caused.”

“Still doing good, in the process.” Kajz answered, undeterred. “And in time, you will see that coming home was the right thing to do.”

“I already know it was right.”

And that’s not even getting into the question of if you’re telling the truth about this supposed plague, or if it’s just a ploy to get me back and capture me while attempting to gain my sympathy for you.

“If I didn’t come back, Mother would’ve killed the woman I love.” Querl finished.

Kajz sighed.

“You know; your life will always be Fabala’s responsibility.”

“If it really was, she wouldn’t have abandoned me when I was born- and only come back when she realized she had a Brainiac heir she could mold in her image.”

Querl was looking away from his father, but imagined he didn’t look pleased with him for a moment, before he grew eerily calm again.

“You belong with your people.” He said. “It means so much to them to have you back.”

“What makes you think they won’t be afraid of us?” Querl asked. “That, if this plague really does exist, the name Brainiac will be stained beyond repair, and that nobody will accept our help? I know you may not think it, but if there was a crisis on any planet, even Colu… the Legion would assist in any way possible. I would help. They- we- would not require you.”

“That is absurd. None of them have our intellectual capacity. Whatever cure they might come up with would be nothing compared to ours.”

“If we even need one.” Querl answered. “And you’re one to talk about intellectual capacity, when you continue to hinder mine.”

“You’re the one who is too afraid of yourself to remove those.” Kajz shot back.

“Who do you think made me so afraid in the first place? Who was the reason for that fear?”

“Enough!” Fabala shouted, striding up to Querl and slapping him across the face. “It will take days to reach the thirty-first century. Maybe, if you spend that time in a cell, you’ll be cured of these misconceptions.”

Two of the soldiers on the ship appeared then, and took Querl away. As he was forced out of the room, he could only look back- at his parents, and at the window.

Please come soon, Kara.

~

“You just don’t know when to let go, do you?” Fabala asked, as Kara arrived on the ship- coming through the transmat portal from Slaver’s Moon, repaired by Winn. Without his coordinates for the ship, she could’ve been sent into the vacuum of space- but she wasn’t, so she was even more grateful for him in turn, and would definitely be thanking him once she and Brainy returned.

“I was gonna say the same thing about you.”

Fabala summoned her soldiers forth to fight Kara- but she handled them with relative ease, using her strength to push all of them away when they were about to force her to the ground.

She stood and faced Fabala, who once again revealed her sai.

“Round two.” She said, as the two of them faced off once more.

~

Meanwhile, Querl sat in his cell, waiting for the ship to take off- or not, he hoped.

Perhaps that hope wasn’t so far-fetched, as a familiar face appeared, and one of his friends stepped out of the transmat portal.

“Winn?”

“Oh, thank God I am not in space.” Winn said.

“You are in space.” Querl pointed out.

“I- I meant floating around, in space, dying.” Winn answered. “Anyway! I’m here to rescue you! Hi!”

“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?”

Winn’s face lit up, and Querl knew he’d said the right thing.

“You finally saw Star Wars.” Winn answered, and it was enough to make Querl smile too.

~

By the time Querl and Winn had gotten out, and Winn had hacked into the ship’s security system, pulling a feed of what was happening on the bridge of the ship, there was already a fight there.

They watched as Kara and J’onn fought off Fabala and Kajz, and their soldiers, and as Querl watched, his heart ached for Kara.

“We’ve got to help. Come on.” He said, and without hesitation, he left, as Winn followed him.

~

“All we want is for our family to be together!” a now-disheveled-looking Kajz shouted, as he and J’onn fought.

“That’s what we want too.” J’onn said, as beside them, Fabala still fought Kara, wielding weapons that could end her life at any moment.

But Kara held her off, and now held Fabala’s hands in place, keeping one of her sai at arm’s length.

“All your talk about change, Kryptonian- but you never change.” She said, changing her position so she now held one sai over Kara’s head, and one pointed at her midsection. Kara held her back with what felt like all of her strength, as she felt the poison like nails stabbing into her veins. “You take what you want, without a care for our world.”

“Kara!”

Querl picked up one of the fallen soldiers’ weapons, and fired a precise shot at the window of the ship. Just enough to break it, to disrupt his parents as he and Winn ran for cover, but Kara and J’onn, as they were able to fly, could avoid the force pulling them into space.

They held on, as the sai and several soldiers were forced out instead- but Kajz managed to shut the window, as the gravity in the ship returned.

“Enough, enough!” Kajz said, as Fabala grabbed his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Querl got to his feet, as did Winn.

“He has made his decision.” Kajz answered. “It is a foolish one, but it appears that he believes these people are his family.”

There was still an atmosphere of tension in the throne room, as everyone exchanged looks with one another- but Querl and Kara met each other in the middle of the room, and collided in a hug.

“I knew you would come after me.” He said.

“Every time.” Kara said, holding him tight.

Fabala stood watching them.

“Krypton has taken many things from my family, my people.” She said, voice emotionless. “And now you take my son.”

“I’m glad you’re both alive.” Querl admitted, as tumultuous as his emotions regarding his family were. “But if I am fortunate, this is the last time we’ll ever see each other. I hope one day you’ll understand.”

“Alex, we’re ready now.” Kara said quietly, as Querl faced his parents. They looked upset- but Querl did not believe that.

The transmat portal activated, and he looked at them one last time as Kara, J’onn, and Winn went through, before leaving Kajz and Fabala behind for good.

~

Afterwards, Querl sat beside Kara on her couch, with blankets covering each of them and a large bowl of what Kara referred to as kettle corn- which seemed to be sweet popcorn, as he discovered after he tried it at her insistence- between them.

“I just want all of these sugary- what?” Kara asked, looking up and noticing that he was still looking at her.

“Nothing. I am… thankful, that you saved me.” He said.

Kara reached out and held his hand.

“I’m glad I was able to.” She answered.

“Even despite the fact that I lied to you?”

Kara nodded.

“You saved my life too.” She said. “And even though we were fighting, I still would’ve never left you behind.”

“Thank you.” Querl said, squeezing her hand as well.

I still do not deserve your care. But… I am grateful for it all the same.

“And I’m sorry I forced you to talk to your mom.” Kara continued. “I should’ve listened to you.”

“Yes, but this doesn’t mean we should kill her.” Querl said. “Even with her, violence should be a last resort- we can find another way.”

“We will.” Kara said, with the unspoken agreement that his parents weren’t going quietly, back into space and into the future. “And what about your father? He looked like he was going to change.”

“He… thought he knew what was best for me. He tried to protect me, from her- from what she could’ve made me into. But…” Querl trailed off. “That is another story. I still do not understand why he is now working with my mother, though.”

“I don’t know your parents as well as you do.” Kara answered. “But maybe he was still trying to do that, and that was why he let you go.”

“You are so hopeful.” Querl said, not looking into her eyes as he leaned on the couch. “I think we could all stand to be a little more like you. More optimistic, and brave-“

“You were pretty brave.” Kara answered, eating another piece of popcorn.

“No, I just did what you would have done.”

As I always have.

“I admire you so much, Kara.”

Kara smiled.

“You’re pretty admirable yourself.” She said.

“So, we saved each other today.”

“That we did.” Kara answered, before smiling at him again, and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

~

Fabala approached Kajz, as once more he stood in front of their ship’s window, after it had been repaired.

“He is really gone, isn’t he?”

“He made his decision, Fabala. On Colu, we value logic. It appears that he no longer understands that- so it stands to reason that we should no longer consider him ours.”

“…We used to be so in-sync, you and I.” Fabala started, quietly. “But things changed, once he started to get older- you started taking his side, over mine. I heard how you talked about me- but, once you asked me if you could help get our son back, I thought it would be different.”

“This is different.” Kajz insisted.

“No, it isn’t. You ruined that today.” She said.

Kajz looked genuinely sorry, then, holding his wife’s arms.

“I am still by your side.” He answered.

He drew her into a hug, but she didn’t embrace him in return.

“We will move on.” He said. “We will make another plan.”

“No…” Fabala started, as Kajz felt the impact of the knife she held, falling against her before she pulled it out of his body and he slumped to the floor at her feet, his wound staining his clothes with green blood. “We won’t.”

He looked up at her again, without a word, before he fell knowing nothing more.

“You betrayed me, my love.” Fabala said. “This was long overdue.”

She rose, and advanced to the platform where the window was, standing there and looking out over the planet that had taken her son from her in two time periods.

She’d tried to turn the Earth’s sun red, once- but that hadn’t worked. He had remained distant from her, and had chosen to run away.

Now, he wasn’t running any more, and neither was she.

“I’m not done with this world.”

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Self-Insert Info [ EARTH-1 ]

[ anyway i wanted to do full info for my flash self-insert because i changed her a lot ]

[ my self insert from before is the same for earth-38 ( winn and brainy’s earth ) so this self insert is just specifically for the flash. ]

Name: Quill West ( fraternal twin sister to wally west, younger sister to iris west )

Alias: “ Thunderbird ”

Species and abilities: Metahuman, electrokinesis

Ethnicity: African-American

Gender: female ( technically genderfluid but mostly presents as female )

Sexuality: biromantic asexual ( sex repulsed )

Home Earth: Earth-1

Occupation: part-time superhero, full-time mechanic/electrician for S.T.A.R. labs and team flash

Status: dating barry allen

Personality

quill is a lot like wally in personality. she has shown to be fun-loving and very playful, and fairly light-hearted, even in serious situations. quill is also very fond of making puns and pop-culture references, almost too frequently. shes pretty silly, almost similar to ray, and tends to get giggly, especially when flustered or just in a really good mood. however she is a lot more easy-going and laid back than wally, having been excited to connect with iris and joe despite being equally bitter about having grown up without a father figure. she doesn’t often get worked up easily by things, only mildly irritated, which often followed by a pretty comedic reaction. she is very sassy and is always making witty, snarky comments. she can be sarcastic too, making her butt heads a lot with harry and ralph. though sometimes she can overtalk ( ok, more than sometimes ), something she is very insecure about, and sometimes won’t make a comment on situations until provoked. she’s not as impulsive as her brother is, instead of more cautious and level-headed, favoring thinking and planning over running in blind. quill is a major coffee addict and can almost always be seen with a cup of it in hand or nearby. she can usually be found at jitters in her free-time, often accompanied by wally, H.R., or joe. 

Abilities

quill’s meta ability is electrokinesis, or electricity manipulation. her body acts as a lightning rod, able to absorb electricity, as well as an electrical conductor. she can run electricity through her body, as well as release it or shoot it out at any amount of power she wants ( within reason, of course ). she can also shape it, such as making an electricity whip or spear. When using an overload of her power, her eyes turn bright yellow and spark, however this can cause her to ‘shortage out’, or lose her memory for upwards a whole day depending on how much she exerted herself. she’ll usually regain it, but it’ll come back to her quicker if she takes a nap. team flash takes turns keeping track of her whenever this happens.

Backstory

quill west is the youngest of the west siblings and the twin sister of wally west. she wasn’t raised with iris and joe but instead with her mother, francine west, as well as her brother wally. for most of her late teen years to early twenties she worked as a barista at cc jitters, until the night the particle accelerator exploded. at the time, she had been in central city, trying to fix the electrical box at their local jitters location ( a power outage was caused right before the explosion due to poor weather ). since she had some skills in mechanics they sent her over, but the explosion, much like barry, caused her to get completely electrocuted. 

she was in the hospital for a week before they let her go, surprised she didn’t have any burns or injuries, other than a few bruises and a slight concussion. It wasn’t until the day after she was released from the hospital and returned home that she discovered she was a meta. she accidentally shortaged out the light in her room, and eventually the whole house, unable to control her electricity. she hid this from her mother as well as the rest of the world for a long time, and ended up never getting the chance to tell her that she was a meta. but she did tell wally, who helped her practice controlling her powers in secret. 

pretty quickly after reconnecting with joe and iris, quill began to get to know team flash and become extremely close with them, especially barry. she accidentally figured out he was the flash by walking in on them at S.T.A.R. labs when looking for iris. they made her swear not to tell anyone, and as a sure agreement, she revealed to them that she was a meta. not long after, she began to handle the electrical work and some mechanical work in S.T.A.R. labs, usually alongside cisco or harry. eventually, she started going out on the field alongside barry and the others, picking up the superhero alias THUNDERBIRD.

Headcanons

-unlike wally, she doesn't live with the west fam, she lives on her own in a loft nearby, kind of like kara but quill’s loft is a little bigger.

-she has a comfort animal, a golden retriever named buddy !! he's her baby !!

-everyone thinks thunderbird is a boy. most likely because she wears her hair like wally's whenever she's out being super. she's VERY popular among girls, which she really doesn't mind. she now presents as male when out as thunderbird.

-she has a drink named after her at jitters !! the 'thunderbird' is an expresso with the foam in the shape of a thunderbolt. it has so many shots its guaranteed to make your heart stop.

-her favorite drink at jitters is actually the reverse flash, a secret menu drink. she'll also go for the zoom, sometimes.

-shes like ?? never wearing her own clothes. she borrows shirts and sweaters and hoodies, etc. from barry and wally all the time, and sometimes even iris.

-she does struggle with social anxiety. she may act pretty social and crazy around team flash and her family, but outside of that she's heavily introverted and EXTREMELY socially awkward. to strangers she may come off as just really goofy and weird, but on her end shes usually really anxious and trying to cover that up with overtalking and unfunny jokes. she does get very stressed in long social situations and can be physically exhausted if out around people too long.

-her suit was made by cisco ( of course ) and is heavily based off of his own vibe suit, which she often tells him looks really cool ( or 'dope' more specifically ). its made mostly of leather, with heavy rubber padding inside the chest area to protect her from accidentally shocking her heart to death. but it also lowkey smushes her chest, not in an uncomfortable way, but definitely contributes to her more masculine appearance.

-the wings on the back of her suit are supposed to be bird wings!

-cisco calls her 'pikachu' and she literally cannot stand it. and harry calls her sparky which shes indifferent to.

-she's EXTREMELY close with wally. they grew up together and took care of each other a lot, especially when their mom got sick and was in the hospital. they've always been there for each other and continue to be. they're best friends and nearly inseparable !!

-wally and quill love to tag team ... wally can charge quill with a lightning throw and quill can create a REALLY powerful attack from it. it's like their ultimate move, but also always puts quill out of commission afterward, so they try not to do it often ( though sometimes they can't help showing off).

-quill loves to act cocky while on the field, but she's actually quite humble and is very thankful for her powers. she's one of the few metas who loves their powers and wouldn't trade them for anything.

-shes a big superhero fan and knows A LOT about every super, including her friends like barry and oliver. she studies the multiverse and it's heroes occasionally too, and sometimes visits earth-38 to study with kara. she got to meet superman once and she never shuts up about it. she also loves wearing shirts with superhero logos on them.

she’s team mechanic and usually fixes up S.T.A.R. labs after meta of the week destroys it. shes also an ‘electrician’ of sorts and can get the place to light up again if the lights shortage out.

loves film and theatre, a whole lot !!!! will fight you about why highschool musical 2 is better than highschool musical 1

she loves loves loves loves loves her speedy boyfriend

she has got some thick eyebrows and eyebags lmao

#will add more headcanons later #will i ever upload anything other than creepy ass chibi sketches ?? #nah #self insert #ME !!!!!!!! #she technically can be interchanged between the flash and arrow but fffff #who cares lmao #my art #thanks to anyone who ready all of this

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The Adventures of Batgirl and Supergirl

Chapter 3

Leaning on the crystal rail of the balcony, Kara is transfixed upward into the darkness of the night sky. The stars glisten in a bright luxuriance. The inhospitable arctic of the Fortress of Solitude preserves a sky undesecrated by the lights of human civilization.

The kryptonian's gaze is enraptured by LHS 2520, a star in the Corvus Constellation. A red dwarf star so meaningless to scientists it's simply denoted by letters and numbers. Not worthy of being given an earthly name, only nominal enough to categorized and cataloged in some obscure astronomical journal. LHS 2520 located 27.1 light years away from Earth. A star that once held her whole world, but is now no more than small star that unaided human eye can not even see. Even with the vision granted to her by the yellow radiance of Sol, her own vision only sees a small glistening speck in the black abyss.

"Rao, Mighty and Eternal, I pray you earnestly cast your light upon the steps of Aunt Astra. Let your light illuminate the path of the righteous." Kara spoke aloud, her native tongue sounding foreign to her ears.

With a dejected sigh, the faux-millennial turns her gaze to the rough waters of the arctic sea. Before she goes back inside, she breathes in of the unique scent of the air outside the Fortress of Solitude. Once back inside the fortress, she goes through her bedtime routine, before finally taking the sleeping pills she and Kalex had concocted to assist her with falling asleep.

With her blonde tresses splaying across her pillow, Kara aches in her sleep. Her legs vigorously kicking the blanket from her body. She tosses and turns in the midst of a nightmare.

Upon her arrival to planet earth, feeling lost alone, and so afraid, she clung to her memories of Krypton. She clung to memories of their traditions. However, as the years passed, little details about her culture, and her parents, would slowly disappear. She couldn’t remember if her dad had an upturned nose, or if he would get dimples when he smiled. Little things would be devoured by this new planet she was forced to live on. New faces obstructing her recollection from memorizing her parent’s features.

With the loss always at the forefront of her mind, an image of her parents decorates the crystal wall above her bed. The image is reassuring. It captures her parents features where her memory starts to fail. Her room is similar to the one she had on krypton. It was round in shape, and even had similar steps that descended down towards the floor.

Kara, staying true to who was, manufactured a way to access images of her relatives. These images could be accessed through a hologram projector she and Kalex had built. She could even access Jor-El's Memory Hologram from Kal-EL's pod. Currently, while she slumbered, the hologram projector displayed an image of Rao. The projector had the capabilities to even mimic the red star’s rays if Kara desire it.

The little robot servant, Kalex, contained in his programming scores of recorded Kryptonian music. And, he would joyfully play different songs for her. He even celebrates Kryptonian holidays with her, and guides her through prayers she may have forgotten. The fortress was Kara’s only solace from the confusion that surrounded her on planet earth. The sanctuary for where she could be who she was, or at least what she use to be.

Following in Clark's footsteps, Kara pursued Journalism in college. She graduated college with a degree in Marketing and Journalism. And with her connection to Clark Kent, Kara landed a job CatCo. Clark had simply flashed his sheepish grin at Cat Grant, and, viola, Kara had been given a chance by Cat Grant. A one week chance, to be precise, and if she did not perform, Cat Grant vowed to fire her. By he end of the week, Cat Grant was smitten with her docile, and people-pleaser, of an assistant.

Unfortunately, Cat Grant, and her keen sense, was the reason for why Kara required an apartment in National City. She was why Kara kept up the appearance of living in National City. The Queen of Media would no doubt be suspicious if Kara had a P.O. box address on her drivers license or as her home address in her employment paperwork.The loft in National city was spacious, had abundant natural lightning, but it never felt like home. Never felt even remotely like to krypton compared to the Fortress.

Recently, the herone has learned when her pod had crash to Earth so had Fort Rozz. She had somehow led them out of the phantom zone with her and onto this planet. To add to her abd hand, all those prisoners were sentenced there by her mother. It was part of why Kal-El had set her up in a nearby orphanage when he found out, instead of keeping her with him. He wanted to keep her safe from the prisoners at Fort Rozz. Unfortunately, one of the prisoners on Fort Rozz was none other than her aunt. Secrets spilled from her aunts lips that pierced Supergirl`s already tattered heart. Now, Kara couldn't even bring herself to look at her mother's memory crystal. Her family was not the noble house she was led to believe it was. on top of that, her Aunt was set on taking over plant earth in some misguided ecological righteousness.

~~

Aliens.

Bruce was right, they`re a wild card.

Maniacs are one thing. Flying aliens bent on mind control, definitely not the way Alex thought the week was going to go. Drug lords, crazy murderers, Eco-terrorist, and all the other filth in Gothem, that was a given. Rarely have they ever encountered an alien predicament in Gothem. It just wasn't a thing.

After Narrowly dodging a pair of heat vision beams, Alex is once again that day thankful for Bruce's insistence upon the rigorous training. Training to be prepared for scenarios like this. As Batman predicted, She couldn't always rely on her stealth to be her winning hand, not when her enemy could see through walls or even smell her from miles away. Let alone, fly faster than a speeding bullet...

After ducking again, and strands of her hair being singed, the red-head rolled behind a pillar. A red and blue blur in her puerperal vision caught Batgirl's attention.

"Astra, please, stop this," Came a familiar voice. Superman's Protegee coming to the rescue. Alex would've been lying if she said she wasn`t relieved to see the super.

"Little one, stand aside. I don't want to hurt you," the Kryptonian general replied. Her eyes glowing red hot at Supergirl.

Ignoring the plea, Kara edged forward to her aunt. "Aunt Astra, please. This is wrong."

With the solar enegry fading from her eyes, Astra meets her niece halfway. Gently caresses Supergirl's cheek and tucks a blonde lock behind her ear. All the while, her eyes are cold with resolve, only softening minutely at Kara, her only surviving relative of her bloodline.

"Can't you see these humans are going to destroy their planet, much like how our people destroyed ours. I let one planet die, I will not do so again," Astra declared. "Why do you side with Kal-El? With the Humans? You deserve better." Turrning her hand over, Astra trails the back of her fingers down Kara's cheek. Her eyes searching the blonde's for some understanding. "He has no meaning of the value of blood. If he did then---"

--brightly colored balls rolled across their feet, interrupting their conversation. Rolling to a stop, the bright orbs commence in deluging the vicinity in gas.

Green gas.

Supergirl grasps at her throat. She can hardly breathe. Her form curls over in pain, the sclera of her eyes burns, and her vision blurs. As she processes what has transpired, the blonde stumbles forward latching an arm around Astra's similar arched frame. Kara strains her eyes peering for a way out. The gaseous substance is like a ghostly fog blanketing the interior of the warehouse.

"It's...thinner...this way," Kara gasps between strained breaths and points in the direction of where Alex is located.

Astra is the first to step forward, seemingly hauling Supergirl with her despite the earlier intention of the younger alien coming to the aid of the elder. Shivers similar to weak convulsions rack the blonde's frame as they stumbled toward a portion of the Wayne Enterprises facility less saturated with the aerosol.Like dry leaves falling off a tree, they inevitability fall. Kara slips from Astra's hold first, collapsing to warehouse floor with a thud. Unable to stay upright without the other, Astra falls to her knees beside her niece's prone form. Before giving into oxygen deprivation, Astra wraps her form protectively around the Girl of Steel. She slips into unconsciousness with more ease knowing she has Kara in her arms.

A bone chilling laugh echoes. Bouncing from wall to wall. A manic laugh. One which would make any in the bat-family stiffen. Images of Barbara Gordon and Jason Todd flash through Batgirl's mind. A severed spine and a beaten corpse. The hairs on her neck stand on end and unbidden chill runs down her spine.

The Joker.

This whole thing was a trap.

Suddenly, Alex's head wretched backward, and a pair of blue eyes meets her.

"Puddin', look who I found!" Harley Queen exclaims. The blonde clown wears a sickening smile of glee.

"Look at that, I got a three for two special," comes a deeper voice from behind her. Emerging from the green mist behind her in bold and brazen attire is none other than the Joker. "Batman doesn't like it when I kill his pets. Tch, tch tch, seems he hasn't learned his lesson."

Breaking out of her stupor, Alex flips Harley over her shoulder, slamming the blonde into the floor. She turns to face the psychotic man, her eyes gleam with anger. She rushes forward, a remote taser patch in hand, eager to plant it on monster before her. Only, in her dash, the Joker waves at her with a beaming smile, next thing she knows she's staring up at the ceiling, lights are spinning, and the tail end of a body hitting the floor hits her ears. Her head feels moist with something, before everything goes black.

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