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Supercorp: Heartbreak (Part 4)

In which Lena does something bad. And the truth about her is revealed.

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Lena stirred and tried to open her eyes. Tears and sleep had caked on her long lashes. She gently pried them open.

As she stumbled to the bathroom the music continued to play.

*Get up in the morning, look in the mirror One less toothbrush hanging in the stand, yeah My face ain’t looking any younger Now I can see love’s taken a toll on me

She’s gone, she’s gone Oh I, oh I I better learn how to face it She’s gone, and she’s gone Oh I, oh I I’d pay the devil to replace her She’s gone, and she’s gone Oh why, what went wrong?

“Danielle, stop the music.”

“Certainly, Lena. How else may I be of service: would you like me to run the shower now?”

“Wait till I’m inside then give me thirty seconds of cold water followed by warm, please.”

She undressed and sorted her clothes into different laundry baskets, then forced herself to look at her reflection in the full length mirror. It was the first time since they had become a couple that they hadn’t slept together (not counting trips and missions apart) and she missed Kara’s touch. She really would need to fix herself before going in or people would see something was very wrong and send L-Corp stock prices plummeting.

She sighed and got into the shower. The cold water made her gasp and she waited it out. The warm water that followed eased the tension of her body as her legs gave way and she sobbed.

* * * *

Work was a relief: the million and one concerns of a successful and profitable business empire needed to be addressed, which kept her busy throughout the day.

It also helped that Alex called in sick for Kara, although she had planned to talk to Kara’s sister (as a kind of back door checking in), it was nothing that couldn’t wait. She was still hurt, but was unwavering in her love for Kara. It was also maybe time to tell her the truth.

She waited till she was home to check on her other companies: it was one thing to be a billionaire when you could leverage your family’s pre-existing reputation, wealth and industries; it was something else entirely to build a billion dollar business entirely from scratch. That was really “self-made”. And what she had done as Leah Quint.

Her LeQuomm telecommunications was already a profitable concern before she took over Luthor Corp and relaunched it as L-Corp after moving it to National City. That move provided the impetus to launch LooQ Sys: a vertically integrated system that provided telecommunications, internet service and electronic security. Shell corporations within shell corporations kept her involvement hidden and pricing the hardware as loss leaders resulted in greater sales.

It took three years but now LooQ Sys was ubiquitous enough for her to initiate the 700Q533 protocol alpha test. The timing and subject was not what she would have wanted it to be, but whatever.

But then maybe the timing was perfect, after all, because Kara and Alex would be horrified by what she was going to do now. They would be appalled even if they weren’t the unwitting test subjects.

She took a deep breath and strode to the largest of her walk-in closets. As she approached the cabinets housing her bags the gait analyzer scanned her.

“Stage one passed. Hello Lena.”

The cabinet swung out and the wall behind it slid open.

“Stage two: biometric verification initiated.”

The retinal and palm scans were carried out efficiently. She performed the cheek swab herself and a panel opened spoke into a metal grill as she dropped the swab into a glass cylinder. “My name is Lena Kieran Luthor. My voice is my passport. Verify me.”

A green light went on and the wall slid open.

“Identity verified. Please proceed.”

Lena stepped into the room. She called it a “no-room” after the construct in a popular science fiction book. Its default (and minimum) surveillance countermeasure was red level which meant it was 99.0 % undetectable by anyone or anything on earth as well as low earth orbit. Above red was scarlet which rendered it 99.99% undetectable even from deep space scans. Then finally crimson which rendered it 100% undetectable by anyone, anywhere– theoretically. She was sure about the science and technology for that setting- all that was required was human testing with her as the subject.

She sat down in front of a console and switched it on: cool blue lights cast a soft glow and the screens on the video wall in front of her flickered to life.

The 700Q533 had actually been ready for months now, but other… tests, specifically the one in the floor below had kept her occupied.

She would have preferred different parameters for the alpha but this was as good as any.

“Danielle.”

“How may I be of service Lena?”

“Record and annotate everything until I tell you to stop.”

“Recording now.”

“Looksee protocol alpha test one point zero: initiate.”

“What is the date and location?”

“Last night, 10:00 p.m. Location is…” She paused; if she really did this there was no turning back.

“Do you wish to proceed with the alpha test?”

Lena took a deep breath and nodded. “16 Hope Street, Apartment 4A.”

Images of Kara’s apartment from different angles appeared on some of the screens: they were from the building and room CCTVs, Kara’s cell, the cameras from her notebook computer and desktop. Step one, but an elite hacker could patch into those electronics with ease.

The next step was the beginning of the real test. “Initiate looksee protocol at this location.”

The other screens flickered to life with negative images of the apartment from other angles. The protocol had turned the other appliances into sonar sources: on the V-darknet there had been talk of The Bat doing this on a city-wide scale. She had borrowed the idea and expanded on it.

Now came the critical part.

“Stitch.”

There was a slight flicker as the room disappeared– replaced by Kara’s apartment. She had done it: she had turned the electronics in Kara’s apartment into imaging sources and the looksee protocol had stitched the data together to form an immersive environment in real time.

She got out of the chair and walked around. It was like being at Kara’s; the thought made her breath hitch and brought tears to her eyes.

Now all she had to do was wait.

It didn’t take long: Kara zoomed in and still in her work clothes threw up into the toilet in the bathroom.

Lena watched her clean herself off and remove her uniform. She ached to touch that amazingly toned, warm body. Instead she watched Kara stare upward till sleep came and tears seeped from beneath the closed eyelids.

She stayed by Kara’s side while she slept then watched and listened intently as Alex visited and comforted her sister. All in real-time simulation.

As the Danvers sisters gently snored, she wiped her eyes. “Looksee protocol alpha test one point zero: terminate.” Her voice caught on the last word.

Then she went to her bathroom and had a long soak.

* * * *

It was something of a comfort to know that Kara’s infidelity wasn’t caused by attraction (physical, emotional or otherwise which would have meant that she was no longer the most important thing in her girlfriend’s heart) but by need (she had been obviously thinking with her vagina which was cold comfort and that irony was deliberate). It could have been foreseen, considering the frequency of their “alone time” had taken on a decidedly upward trajectory. Still, she wondered why the silly girl just didn’t—-

And then everything clicked into place: she didn’t because she didn’t know how! “Self-care” would have been as alien to Kara as sex was before she deflowered the Kryptonian.

Strangely it made her feel much, much better. And now she could forgive Kara. She dried herself with a soft fluffy towel and wrapped herself in a luxurious bathrobe as she padded barefoot downstairs to the most secure section. Her verification was good for the whole day, as long as no one else entered: then it would have to be done again: this was the standard protocol, a countermeasure against shapeshifters.

While those were effective with a 99.99% confidence level, *this* section required 100% as the technology here was the most dangerous thing she had ever built. That *anyone* had ever built in this era.

She reached a glass booth, and placed her robe on a peg and entered naked. This was the final fool-proof failsafe: a comprehensive DNA analysis. While it was theoretically possible for the best shapeshifters to copy her form and mannerisms to perfection, it would be impossible for them to copy her genetic code because it was unique.

And not just the 0.1% that differentiated one human being from another.

Her DNA was only half-human.

Lena Kieran Luthor, the sister of Lex Luthor, adoptive daughter of Lillian Luthor, two of the world’s most rabid human supremacists, was in fact a hybrid: half human and half Coluan to be precise, gifted with the best traits of both species. The vast intelligence and longevity of the latter and the compassion, empathy and intuitive leaps of the former.

That genetic makeup alone would have been enough to make her a unicorn but her mother’s bloodline was peerless: she was a Dox. Querl Dox was her son, making Lena the half-sister of perhaps the most brilliant Coluan to ever live.

There was a very good reason the Dox family was far more intelligent than the rest of Colu: recombinatant eugenics. The first Dox to have attained twelfth level intelligence due to a genetic mutation was also farsighted enough to realize that it needed to be preserved in the bloodline but was also cognizant of the dangers of inbreeding. The solution was the recombination of Dox DNA with the genetic material of the dam or sire (selected for desirable qualities) of whoever married into the family. That way both parents would pass on the genetic mutation for twelfth level intelligence to their offspring.

After her mother, once Colu’s foremost researcher in twelve disciplines, suffered a calamitous drop in intelligence due to the deployment of a bio-weapon against Coluans designed for that express purpose, she changed her appearance via nanobot epidermal resequencing and exiled herself to 21st Century earth as her now seventh level intellect was now only slightly ahead of the planet’s inhabitants.

A chime sounded.

“Analysis complete: DNA is hybrid human and Coluan. Identity confirmed. Hello, Lena.”

As she put on the robe a panel opened and a screen flickered to life. There was a virtual keyboard with Interlac characters. Lena keyed in Danielle’s original designation as the user name: C-O-M-P-U-T-O.

The screen blinked green as the name was accepted and the characters changed to Kryptonian. She smiled. She pressed the equivalent of “r” then when it blinked traced a circle: the symbol for Rao.

The wall slid open soundlessly. In the distance was a blue glow. From the outside the space seemed as it would be very small, like a closet. As she entered and walked towards the glow it was anything but- a space larger on the inside than the outside: a tesseract.

The darkness gave way to glowing blue patterns on the walls and floor. Quickening her pace she made for the center of the room where a spherical vehicle that had a steampunk-ish vibe was parked.

She called it the RiDire, a pun on the Irish name for a chess knight. It was possibly the most dangerous invention in the world. Using the here and now as an anchor the vehicle phased to a parallel dimension by moving sideways through reality’s spacetime. Once in the alternate dimension it could move forwards or backwards in that dimension’s timeline, maintaining a phantom presence as its vibrational frequency was still anchored to the home dimension.

Dangerous, yes. Reckless, absolutely. But this gave her knowledge that only gods should possess.

Like what if she and Kara never met?

Or more chillingly: what would happen if they became enemies? She shuddered- the answer to that question could never be unseen.

She left the chamber in a rush and called Kara.

“Darling, it’s time we talked.”

* “She’s Gone” written by Daryl Hall and John Oates. No copyright violation is intended.

(Author’s note: This is where I was heading to from the start. The amazing Katie McGrath, who puts so much love and artistry into bringing Lena Luthor to life, deserves more than being reduced to arm candy or a love interest of a non-lead character. She is one half of Supergirl’s power couple after all. CW Supergirl showrunners and writers: elevate Lena Luthor to Supergirl’s level: this is one way to do it.)

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