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pigeonp0st · 20 days

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Lena Luthor x Reader #3

Summary: Lena breaks up with Reader to keep her safe from Lex. Reader hatches a plan to get rid of him that goes terribly wrong, and naturally, torture follows. This mostly takes place after she’s found again.

Warnings:

Angst,torture, depression, trauma, childhood trauma

Notes:

Hey! I’m going about writing differently now. Everything I write from here on out will most likely be straight from the tumblr drafts and fairly quick. Something I decide to do in a random sitting (unless it’s paid for). Fair warning that this isn’t that, this is just something I worked on ages ago and didn’t publish. I did NO SPELLING CHECKS and remember writing at 2am, so warning number 2

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Lena loathed the DEO in that moment. She loathed Alex, and she loathed Supergirl , and she loathed every damn agent in the building so that she didn’t have to loathe herself instead. It’s not enough, there was still a small part of her that she couldn’t ignore, a part of her that screamed; ‘you should have held on. You should have been there’

She knows she should have been there. She knows she failed you before anyone else did. She knows. But she’s trying now and she doesn’t know how to get it to matter to the world. Trying won’t save you, and trying hasn’t led you back to her.

Trying has only led you there, far from Lena, laying somewhere unknown with a body and a heart too worn. Though, Lena imagines, that’s probably not a new feeling for you. She trembles with the image of Lex mocking her on video, holding a gun to your head, she trembles and thinks, I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him.

Then, miraculously;

“Found her!” Winn shouts loudly, raising his Supergirl action figure in victory, and Lena, CEO, multibillionaire, crumbles in relief in front of dozens of agents in the middle of the DEO.

—-

When you wake up Lena feels her heart stop.

She wanted to kiss you, hold you. She wanted to be the type of person that stayed. She wanted to be the type of person worth staying for.

She wanted to believe the both of you would be okay, and she wanted to hold your face and tell you that. That you’d be okay. She wanted more than anything in that moment to be the type of person that said the right thing. That did the right thing.

She wasn’t. She wasn’t any of the people she wanted to be. Your eyes met hers, full of sorrow, and human and hurt, and she wasn’t. She wasn’t because she was scared, and because she was human also. She wasn’t—so she leaves.

Now, as she’s gripping herself in the hallways of the DEO, struggling against the weight of what feels like worlds on her shoudlers, choking on breaths that should have been being shared with you, she’s filled with so much self contempt it could fuel the whole government. Whoever said that “It’s better to have loved and loss, than to have never loved at all”, has never met the two of you and has never loved this desperately.

Loving you made her feel just as much as losing you had, and is it worth it? Maybe, but It’s certainly not better to be feeling this than not ever feeling it. Can’t those things coexist? Can’t it be better for her to never love, but can’t loving also be a choice she’d make despite all the pain?

Can’t you love the things that will destroy us in the end? Doesn’t she always?

She should go back in. She should go back in and ask for forgiveness, but the fear of ruining things further, of the both of you hurting each other further, prevents her from trying to fix things.

When she broke up with you she had just wanted to protect you from Lex. Losing you like that would have nothing compared to—

Lena shivers, shakes her head, and clutches onto herself more tightly with trembling fingers.

“You’re hyperventilating,” Alex says from where she’s leaning against the wall beside Lena. Her eyes are watchful, careful, but Lena feels them like daggers.

She straightens, forces out a; “wow, you really are an amazing analyzer, detective,” and nearly gets a smirk for her troubles—but Alex is too soft, too caring to give her that. She moves towards her, ever the big sister, but Supergirl rushes in first.

“Lena,” Supergirl—Kara, Kara, Lena thinks, and often starts to forget, except when Kara looks at her like this—breathes out.

Lena steps back from them both, the humanity in the room tears her apart, reminds her of her lack of, and destroys her. “You have to…to warn people when you do that…super speed thing,” Lena grits out, cutting Kara off before she can even begin to try and be…be good. She gestures towards the room with shaky hands and begins to try and compose herself lHow long was she awake while I was asleep?”

Kara and Alex look at each other. Say nothing. “Guys—”

“She woke up two hours ago,” Alex says, at the same time Kara says; “you were wiped out—didn’t even hear the nurses, of course we couldn’t just wake you up”

Two hours, and she was asleep. Lena goes cold instantly. She remembers hearing Lex had you, remembers it like one remembers the worst moment of their life; both intimately and not at all. She remembers hearing Supergirl had you—that you were breathing , but people only say that when someone is very not okay, and Lena remembers the way adrenaline had rushed through her. She had felt both alive and utterly useless through it, and it sticks to her even now.

Alive, but asleep, never the person she needs to be to protect you. How alone have you felt because of her? How scared?

“Lena,” Kara starts again, “Lena, she wanted you to sleep— ”

“Go in there,” Alex cuts her off, gets a very annoyed look for it, because they both can’t seem to help cutting each other off today. “You want to show her she’s not alone, that she’s safe? I promise you that the only way she’ll feel that is with you there.”

Kara nods, suddenly straightening and transforming into Supergirl just like that, just in the stance. “Hero complexes will serve nothing except separation and loneliness. You taught me that. Stronger together, Lena.”

Wanting to save you had left you alone, and yes, alone to Lena meant away from Lex, but he’s not the only scary thing in this world, and she should have known that he’d never forget how to destroy her. To leave you alone, Lena thinks, was the worst thing she could have done.

While you were away Lena had to confront herself. Had to realize that so far, every good thing in her life has come with a cost, has led to ruin, and the threat of Lex…it had just seemed to her like the time had come. Like it was her only option. To sacrifice, to sacrifice and hurt.

If Lex had won by separating the two of you, then he had one like that. In her mind, Lena had already been destroyed, of course she imagined that to be the end of it, that he wouldn’t touch you. She’d rather hurt by pushing you away than you dying. Even the thought—

God, she’s so tired of being a coward. To being so scared of losing you that she’s willing to destroy you both.

Kara and Alex hating what she’s done in the unspoken way that they do hurts even more in a way Lena’s used to, because it hurts like regret. Their stances have turned from concerned and loving, to protective heroes. She should have never left you alone. Not when she was scared of Lex, and not now. She gives both Kara and Alex a firm nod and tries to walk past to get into the room. To make things right.

Kara stops her with a hand on her shoulder. She drops it instantly when Lena turns towards her. Ever the fragile hero, always afraid of her own hands for the strength they hold. “Before that…” Kara coughs awkwardly, “Um…we need you to understand her injuries…and what happened.”

—-

When Lena walks into the room, it’s not like you thought she would. She’s not the fragile human curled up in a chair, or the terrified women fleeing your medical room. She’s angry with rage and a whirlwind of feelings, caught in a tornado of emotion. She’s large in the way she’s always been, and yet it has never left you feeling so small.

You sink back into your hospital bed, pull the covers to your chin, and watch her.

“You went after him?” Lena hisses out, so lowly, so sharply, that she might as well have cut the words into your skin for the way that it dig into you. “Everything I’ve ever done is to protect you, and you just decided to throw it all away like it means nothing? Do you have any idea—”

“You were protecting yourself!”

Lena stops. She was pacing, shaking with emotion, but she stops dead in her tracks at the sound of your voice. You yell it, and yet it’s still somehow silent. Your throat is ruined, a testament to the cruelty of Lex, and the evidence of that and more is written on your skin. You’re covered in injuries. Your brokenness has never been more visible, you think, and it should leave you feeling fragile, and it does, god it does, but right now it gives you power.

Power over Lena, who looks at you like her life hangs in the palm of her hand.

“You think I’m stupid, that I don’t know that every fiber of your being is laced with fear?” You whisper now, hand on your throbbing throat. “You left me for you, and I went after Lex for me.” Its venom. Venom, and anger, and all of the thing you know Lena takes In stride. The thing she strives on.

It hangs in the air for a second. Then Lena, beautiful Lena, kneels by the side of your bed. CEO, one of the most powerful people in this city; on her knees for you. She doesn’t look invigorated, doesn’t looked fueled by anger, just looks sad with regrets.

“I did it for me,” Lena agrees, so soft, so not like them; not like her family. “I did it for you, too. Of course I did it for you, and maybe it was a terrible thing to do—led by my trauma talking to me—but don’t lay there and deny I wasn’t thinking of you,” she breathes, then pauses, eyes tracing your busted lips, bruised face, bruised neck. Her jaw trembles and her lips part, she looks as if she wants to say more, but her eyes are haunted by the home she grew up in.

As if reading your mind Lena whispers, “they haunt me. It’s as if I can never let go. I’m so sick of it. I’m so sick of it.” She closes her eyes with furrowed brows, as if not looking at you will prevent the shake in her voice. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For them. For them now, for them back then, and for them in the future—if you still want to be in my life, you have to know I can’t escape them. Even when they’re not there they’re there. It…god, it makes me sick.”

When Lena raises her hands and grips herself, digging her fingers into her skin like she wants to pull the trauma and memories out of herself, like she wants to get rid of them, something in you breaks. Breaks because your arms are raw and aching, and it wasn’t Lex. Breaks because you know so intimately what it’s like to face reality and find it so frustratingly unchangeable. To want so much, and for it to mean nothing is the most devastating thing.

To be so large, and so small.

You’ve been crying, and Lena doesn’t notices until a sob falls from your lips. You’ve been trying to hold it in, but when she startles up at it and looks at you with that same wanting, like you’re her heart walking and she’d give anything to take your hurt, the sobs break through like a dam. They break through and it hurts because there is no part of you left unbroken.

When you sob it disturbs your broken ribs, disturbs the bruises covering your torso, rips at your tarnished vocal cords, and has the machines in the room beeping so loud it alerts the nurses.

—-

Lena doesn’t even have time to stand before the nurses rush in and pull the blanket off of you. There’s no words to describe the shift that happens in side of her when she sees the extent of your injuries.

It’s like something both breaks and rebuilds in her, and then breaks again, paralyzing her. Then, she sees a nurse heading towards you with a syringe and it activates her.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Lena says, or thinks she says. She can’t recognize the venom in her voice, doesn’t feel apart of her body.

She’s moving in between the nurse and you, but your sobs begin to bring her back to reality.

“She needs to be put under, she’s hurting herself—”

Lena doesn’t pay attention to her, just sees Alex and Supergirl enter the room. Sees the way Alex shakes her head and nods to the corner of the room, and follows in suit while every fiber of her being says to do otherwise.

It kills her that she can’t protect you. Can’t protect you from the nurses that you try to pull away from, can’t protect you from the hurt on your skin, or in your heart, couldn’t protect you from— she thinks of Lex. Lex when he was her big, smart older brother that she admired more than anyone in the world.

She thinks of the way he’d give her a cheeky roll of his eyes behind Lillian’s back after a small verbal lashing. Thinks of every chess game, every hide n seek game, every reassuring grin. You’re smarter than they know Lena, he’d say, and she’d beam, not noticing the progressive darkness in his eyes as he said it.

Her eyes don’t leave you as the nurses put you down again. She thinks; I’ll kill him. In her peripheral she knows Kara is watching the floor, and feels Alex watching her. When the nurses cover you back up and they both turn towards you, Lena knows it was out of respect for you. She’s grateful for it—somewhere in her thunder of emotions she’s thankful for them, but also feels a bit of anger towards them.

This is why they kept her from seeing you when you were brought in?

“Why doesn’t she have a hospital gown?” Lena asks in a whisper.

“She took it off, said it hurt when the nurses moved it, and that it was sticking to her. Constricting her,” Kara explains, she sighs, shakes her head, and then turns towards Lena as Supergirl. With a fire in her eyes.

The same one in Lena as she allows herself to ask the very question she wanted to run from hours ago. “Where’s Lex?”

“No.” It’s both Supergirl and Alex.

“Alive then? Okay,” Lena starts towards the door. “If you’re here, he’s here. I’ll find him easily enough.”

Supergirl, familiarly, stands in her ways. Eyes sympathetic next to Alex’s hardness. “Where are you when you’re with them?” Alex asks from behind her. When you let them guide every bad decision you make, she hears.

Lena stops. Thinks about control, about gods, about leaving you to wake up alone again, thinks about murder, both in her blood and not, thinks about Lex with a gun to your head, with fists, and kicks, and a maniac smile, thinks about her dad in the same way—standing over Lex while Lillian gripped Lena back. She thinks of cycles, thinks of protection and all the ways it’s possible, all the ways she’s capable, more capable then him.

Smarter, Lena remembers Lillian saying casually. Always smarter than.

Better than, Kara will say.

The good one, Alex will joke.

My hero, you’d grin. Lena feels herself split. Starts forward again.

Kara whispers now, “Heroes don’t kill, Lena.”

Alex, “it’s both the best and most terrible thing about us.”

Us.

Lena wants to yell, wants to crumble, wants to curl by your side, wants to kill Lex with her bare hands, wants to erase the Luthor history from her mind, from her body, wants to erase it from yours even more. Wants it so desperately, so acutely it hurts. Sadness fills the room, suffocates them all.

Kara is watching you again, Alex keeps glancing back, they’re both unconcerned about Lena now. Full faith in her to be who they claim she is. Lena returns to the seat by your bed and allows herself to be that person.

“Whatever cell he’s in, I’m building it,” Lena whispers, thinking of the cuffs she’ll put on him, wondering if she can somehow slow down his mind.

Alex nods, running her hands down her face. The past couple hours have completely exhausted her in a way Lena’s not used to seeing from her. Alex cares so much about you, and it shouldn’t surprise Lena but It does. “We’re thinking about sending him to the phantom zone.”

Here, Lena is more surprised. They must know that’s a death sentence. Lena glances at Supergirl, she’s still watching you but she’s clearly listening, her eyes have turned hard. They aren’t underestimating Lex. They clearly know the responsibility that’ll bear on them if he escapes again.

Lena feels another bought of gratitude towards them as she takes your hand, and trusts them to handle the person she trusts no one to handle.

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When you wake up the second time it’s because nurses are dapping you with wet cloths, clearly trying to clean you. They apologize profusely, say they thought the drugs would keep you down longer, and offer to finish the cleaning after you’ve gotten more pain killers.

Your eyes dart around rapidly, chest constricting in anxiety, and then you see Lena. She’s standing by the door, clearly trying to keep out of the nurses way. She’s not full of rage and untouchable in that way, and she’s not fragile, she’s strong.

Her eyes are hard, but not cold. They’re determined, and loving, and they’re your strength too. You suck in a shaky breath, whisper; “thank you. Later might be an option”, as you try to focus on Lena and not the thought of the nurses hands on you turning into Lex’s violent ones.

When they all shuffle out Lena quietly returns to the spot by your bed. This Lena somehow makes you feel more fragile than angry, furious Lena had, because in the place of your defensiveness you’re left to feel your guilt.

“I’m…I’m not weak, Lena.” It feels stupid to claim now as you lay in a hospital bed feeling nothing but. You clench your jaw. Lena’s hand reaches up and takes your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. She’s not gentle, certainly not rough, but her firmness gives you the power to continue. She’s the stable ground that helps you find your footing.

You find it. Meet her gaze unblinking. “I’m not Supergirl, I’m not you, I’m not Alex, or Jon, or Winn, or James, or Kelly, or— or Lex…I’m not capable in the particular ways you guys are, but I am capable.”

Lena’s eyes fall to your throat. You grip her wrist, the one holding your face, and her eyes meet yours apologetically. “I know,” she says, so softly, so quietly. “You being here is the evidence of it, isn’t it?”

You nod, but you aren’t done. “I’m not sure what Supergirl told you. Clearly she told you I went after Lex, and in a way that’s true, but more so I wanted him to come after me,” you pause. Lena is watching you with furrowed eyes, clearly trying to piece together what you’re explaining before you finish.

Her lips part after just another moment. She’s figured it out you realize, feeling a bit of pride because of it. Pride because she has faith in you, pride because she‘s so incredibly quick and you have had the privilege to know her so acutely. “All of this…was your plan?” Lena asks, sounding both shocked and not.

You wince, brushing aside her hand so you can look down, adverting your gaze. “Well…not all of it.” Memories flash through your mind. “I thought he’d keep me captive, not…” you left out a frustrated breath, angry, so angry at yourself for not being able to speak about it. Speak about him.

“It was a game to him, of course. He’d torture me, send you a video to torture you. He’d get you chasing him. He’s always liked the thrill.” Your eyes stay on Lena’s fists. Watch as they clench so tightly to her side that they shake. “I knew he loved messing with you, and was partly counting on it, not like that but— but maybe just having me wouldn’t have been enough, maybe it was good he did what he did—got so high off of it his guard lowered.”

“Don’t say that,” Lena pleads. You startle up at the sound of her trembling voice doing everything not to cry.

You breathe in; your ribs hurt. You breathe out; they hurt again. Lena shakes her head at herself, frustrated and biting her lip. She’s having a battle with composure and losing.

“Kara told me how you stole his nanotech and used it to immobilize him. That the tech that was missing from my lab last week was found with the stuff he confiscated from you. That you hacked his computer with my prototype to send her the location to his headquarters underground,” Lena rushes out, “I didn’t know you planned to get taken to his HQ, to steal his nanotech, didn’t know that anyone besides me and the DEO knew what he was working on.”

It’s a quick summary of the things you’ve done, leaving out the weeks of planning, leaving out the struggles of actually setting the plan in motion when the shifting variables shifted in a way you weren’t prepared for. It should leave you proud, but when you think of what you managed all you remember is pain and struggle.

“You stopped Lex like you planned. So many people are saved because of you. An unfathomable amount, and yet,”she says. And yet, you think, heart fluttering because you know Lena will say the very thought that kills you to think of, but the thought that can’t escape you anyways. “What…what you did was monumental, and thank you, but god, I so wish you hadn’t,” Lena breathes. “He gone, and yet he has never been so present. Perhaps you felt the effects of him through me before, but you know now what it’s like to have him really present, always right over your shoulder, and that…I would’ve given the world for otherwise.”

It’s exactly the same thoughts you have had. To hear it from Lena, someone you admire and trust so much, someone you believe to be good with every piece of you, someone you’d follow everywhere—it’s like a medicine for guilt.

“What I said before…about doing what I did for me,” Lena shakes her head, ever understanding, like she doesn’t need you to finish. You do though. “I did it for me because I wanted desperately for you to still be mine, and getting rid of Lex was the avenue for that,” you admit. “I didn’t want him to plague you anymore either.”

You hesitate. Memories of Lena pacing at night—startling awake, watching the news with the grimness of someone attending a funeral—memories of Lena’s affectedness come to you. Her humaneness at hearing Lex escaped again, and in her humanity in her vulnerability.

“I want to take responsibility, so I don’t want to say I did it for you, but what you said earlier made me realize everything is a bit of both. I did it for me, I did it for you too.”

Lena laughs. Laughs. It shocks you, causes you to jump and stop looking at your hand, causes you to meet her gaze again. “Ow,” you growl, unamused, because Lena is still laughing. She’s covering her face and has the decency to look apologetic.

Your ribs hurt from the startle but even you can’t help but be confusedly amused.

“I want to hate,” Lena starts, mirth in her voice, “that you did the thing I wanted you to do least in the world, and you got exactly what you wanted out of it. You captured lex, and in a way captured me back too.”

“Oh,” you perk up, smiling up at Lena innocently. “Guess I’m the brains now, brawn.”

Lena’s eyes narrow at you. “That insinuates that you were ever the brawn.”

Back to glaring. Lena lets out another huff of laughter and brushes your hair back, away from a cut on your forehead. Her eyes are so soft, so full of warmth, and love that you could cry. Would cry, perhaps, if it wouldn’t hurt every part of your body.

Instead you grin, because that’s what humans are taught to do instead of cry, and ask, gently—feeling like a shaky child; “does that mean you’re my girlfriend again?”

—-

Lena’s eyes widen as she realizes what she implied, and as you own up to it so hesitantly, so childlike, like Lena could ever think of pushing you away after everything. Her words, not for the first time today, betray her. All she can do is nod.

Your responding grin is heroin to Lena. You smile so wide the cut on your lip breaks open again and starts bleeding, but you pay it no mind. Lena does. She smiles back, albeit more gently, and squishes your cheeks together to prevent the split widening.

You pout in her hands. Lena’s heart flutters. She keeps getting hit randomly with momentous emotion, and she’s hit again with it now. The softness of this moment feels like seeing a rainbow after months of storms.

You here, alive, looking at Lena with so much love in your eyes, so much understanding. It feels like a fantasy. Feels like a lucid dream, a dream she’d choose, over, and over again, until the end of time.

Lena leans in and kisses you—not on the lips, they are cut and bruised. She kisses you on the space just below your eye. A spot, one of the few spots, clear of visible injury. She takes pleasure in the way you flush like it’s the first time. She always did, will always do. “I love you,” Lena whispers, promising herself that even if there are days you won’t believe her, there will never be a day you don’t hear it.

It’s you, and it’s her, and it’s the mountains of history and trauma you two are fighting against. Lena likes the both of your odds. Loves winning just as much.

You’ll beat Lex she knows. There will be a day soon where he stops haunting the two of you. Where he’s not even a thought. When that time comes you’ll have won the war, but for now she’ll take the pride of winning every battle in stride, for now, in the now; she’ll cherish every moment, the many moments, when trauma leaves the room and love consumes it.

��Lena Luthor,” you breathe. You breathe. “My love, my hero.”

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〚 Notes - Wow... Hi. It's been a while. I'm slowly getting back into writing so please bear with me while I make my comeback :,) My title wouldn't fit normally so it's looking a little funky but we move on. I tried my best so please ignore any grammar errors. This is a long one so buckle in, I'd love feedback on this too :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - The 5 times Lena was taken care of and and the one time she returned the favour. 〛

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Kara stood in front of the full-length mirror in her warm, cosy apartment, admiring the reflection of the elegant gown she had chosen to wear for the evening. She adjusted the deep blue silk fabric, ensuring it cascaded gracefully around her, hugging her in all the right places. The gown had a classic yet modern feel, with a slight train that would glide across the floor as she moved. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the way Lena's face had lit up when she’d watched Kara try it on at the boutique a few weeks prior. She’d loved that dress on her. Blue truly was her colour.

As Kara gazed at herself in the mirror, her heart fluttered with excitement. Tonight was no ordinary event; it was Lena Luthor's company gala, and she was honoured to be Lena's date. She was so proud of the work her girlfriend and her company had achieved over the past year – not only had they completed groundbreaking research, leading the world into its future in technology but the individual hardworking efforts of every employee themselves wasn’t something to be taken lightly. They all deserved this, and everyone was thankful that they’d have the whole night to celebrate their achievements with the people who had worked so hard to reach them. Looking back to her reflection the blonde turned her attention to her hair, which was effortlessly styled in loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders. The soft curls framed her face beautifully, accentuating her radiant blue eyes. She knew that Lena had a soft spot for her hair, often playfully running her fingers through it.

With a final glance back in the mirror, Kara grabbed her shawl and her purse and headed out the door. Her heart raced with anticipation as she made her way to L-Corp. After a short journey in the sleek black car Lena had pre-called for her (much to her gratitude, flying comfortably definitely wasn’t possible in this dress) Kara arrived. She made her way inside, and the sight inside that greeted her was beyond breathtaking. The main lobby had been transformed into a stunning wonderland of twinkling lights and elegant decor. It didn’t take long before she spotted Lena at the centre of the room, radiant in her own gown, an emerald green that perfectly complemented her dark hair and striking eyes. She was beautiful and Kara felt her heart swell with immeasurable love.

Lena welcomed Kara with a warm embrace and a gentle kiss. "You look absolutely stunning Kar’," The CEO whispered, her fingers brushing against Kara's cheek. Kara blushed, her cheeks flushing pink, “I’m so glad you came.”

Kara's smile grew even wider as she looked into Lena's eyes. "I wouldn't miss this for anything sweetie. You've worked so hard, and I'm incredibly proud of you." She leaned in for another sweet kiss, the soft warmth of Lena's lips pressing against her own.

As they separated from their kiss, Kara couldn't help but feel as though something was off about Lena's demeanour. Her girlfriend's usually confident posture seemed just a touch more guarded, and her smile, though genuine, held a hint of weariness behind its show.

"Is everything okay, love?" Kara asked, her concern evident in her voice. "You look a little worn down, have you been getting enough sleep?” The Kyrptonian asked, holding Lena’s cheeks in her hands.

Lena's eyes darted around the room for a moment, as if checking that outside person was eavesdropping on their conversation. "I'm fine, Kara. It's just been a long week with all the prep going on for the gala plus we've been grinding to finish some projects. It's just been a busy week that's all."

But despite her insistence, Kara couldn't shake off the nagging inkling that something else was going on. She knew Lena, and this wasn't just tiredness from a long week. She knew what her girlfriend was like when tired by now, she’d seen it all too many times. This was different. Tired Lena was a sleepy, clingy mess. This wasn’t it. There was something hiding in Lena's voice, a subtle vulnerability, something Kara hadn't heard before.

“Oh, excuse me a moment.” Lena’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as she returned to reality.

“Of course, darling.” Kara murmured and softly kissed her cheek for a moment before stepping aside to allow Lena to slide away to greet one of the businesses' partners who’d made a move to approach her, Kara shot Lena a final look of question to which the ravenette nodded as if to say she was fine but as Kara walked away she made a mental note to keep an eye on her regardless of her insistence.

Kara decided to head to the bar for a moment. She knew Lena needed some space to handle her business partners, and she didn't want to add to her stress. The gala attendees mingled around the bar, clinking glasses and chatting animatedly.

She found an open spot by the bar and ordered a glass of champagne for herself. It wasn't like she could get drunk, but it still helped to fit in. As Kara sipped on her drink, she couldn't help but watch Lena from afar, smiling as she realised just how lucky she was to be here alongside her. Lena was a natural in social situations, despite her introverted tendencies. Her girlfriend had ability to put people at ease, making them feel important and valued, just another thing Kara loved about her. She moved through the crowd with grace and charisma, engaging in conversations that seemed effortless. It wasn't just Lena's beauty that captivated the Kyrptonian, but just the way she carried herself so professionally.

She was truly a force to be reckoned with. The blonde found herself lost as she continued to watch over her girlfriend, she was lost in her own thoughts when she saw Lena subtly crinkle her nose, her breath hitched once before her head ducked down slightly. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture to anyone not paying attention, but it happened three times in quick succession, and she clearly saw Lena apologise for the outburst to which whomever she was speaking too reached into a purse, handing her an unlabelled packet which the CEO quickly accepted, tucking it into her pocket before continuing her conservation. Now that caught her attention.

Kara couldn't help but furrow her brows as she observed Lena's unusual behaviour. She knew that something was up, and to say she was concerned was an understatement. Lena wasn't an open person when they'd first met and every now and then Kara had to remind her that she can be vulnerable with her - that she wouldn’t ever judge her for it. It was something they were working on so she continued to watch her from a distance, not wanting to intrude but also not willing to let the issue slide.

As Lena excused herself from the conversation, Kara discreetly made her way closer to her girlfriend. She approached Lena with a warm smile, trying to act casual while keeping her voice low. "Is everything okay, love?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.

The CEO looked slightly surprised to see Kara by her side so suddenly but quickly composed herself. "Of course, darling," she replied, her smile returning, though it seemed a bit forced. "Just some business matters to attend to, you know how it is at these events." The Luthor smiled down at her girlfriend before turning her head away to discreetly sniffle behind her wrist, attempting to pass the action off as her looking over the attendees. But that did little to combat the fact the blonde had super hearing and quite clearly saw through the attempt. Kara bit back the urge to sigh and discreetly took Lena's hand before whispering, “Do you want to go get some fresh air for a moment? It’s a little stuffy in here.” She added, hoping it would encourage her to take her up on the offer.

In truth she was more grateful for the excuse to leave the crowd so the two made their way out through the grand doors and into the cool night air. In the softer, more natural lighting, her concern deepened. Lena's usually vibrant complexion had turned ashen, and her eyes held a behind them. Kara's keen eyes couldn't miss the pallor of her girlfriend's face. The poor thing looked exhausted.

The contrast between the gala's warmth and the chilly evening sent a rolling shiver down her spine. The CEO attempted to conceal her discomfort, but she couldn't help the way her body tensed against the cold. Just as Kara reached out to run her arm over her girlfriend’s goosebump covered one, Lena drew in a sharp breath, taking a step away before ducking into her elbow.

“Hih! Hih-Hh’tshoo!”

Her sneeze had been much less restricted and restrained then her earlier ones and judging by the small wet sniffles that Lena didn’t hold back afterwards it must’ve been a relief.

The Kryptonian couldn't hide the worry in her eyes as Lena sneezed so suddenly. It was a clear indicator that her girlfriend was not feeling well. She quickly took off her shawl and gently draped it over Lena's shoulders.

"Bless you, sweetheart, you don't look well. Is there something you're not telling me?" Kara asked, her voice filled with concern as she led her girlfriend to a nearby bench.

Lena let out a soft, defeated sigh, her facade crumbling. "I didn't want to ruin the evening.” She sniffled in defeat, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the packet from earlier, which Kara now realised had been tissues. She blew her nose quietly before letting her head fall onto her girlfriend’s shoulder.

"You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart. You haven’t ruined a thing, I’m just sorry you haven’t been able to enjoy your night.” Kara murmured, taking the ravenette’s hand in her home, “How about we head back inside. I don’t want you getting a chill. I’ll get you something warm to drink too.” She helped Lena to her feet, supporting her as they made their way back into the gala.

They found a cosy, secluded corner with a plush couch. Kara arranged the shawl around Lena and made sure she was comfortable. The Luthor leaned into her girlfriend’s warmth, and the blonde hero couldn't help but stroke her girlfriend's hair soothingly. The rest of the evening passed in a hazed blur of conversations, laughter, and the occasional gentle sniffle coming from Lena. Kara had also fetched a hot cup of tea for her, hoping it would alleviate some of the discomfort from the soreness in her throat and they sat together for the rest of their time there, Kara occasionally stealing a moment to press a comforting kiss to her girlfriend’s now warmer forehead.

Despite not feeling her best, Lena had to admit that being in Kara's embrace made her evening much better. Her CEO persona melted away, revealing a vulnerable woman who simply needed her girlfriend's care and love.

As the gala wound down, Lena's condition didn't seem to improve. She had been sneezing intermittently, and her energy was waning rapidly. Kara couldn't bear to see her like this, knowing she needed rest and care. With a concerned glance, she leaned in close to Lena and whispered, "I think it's time to head home, my love. You need some good rest."

Lena nodded weakly, leaning against Kara for support. They said their goodbyes to the remaining guests and made their way to the exit. Kara hailed a cab, and they settled inside, Lena shivering slightly as the cold evening air hit her. Kara wrapped her arms around her, providing warmth and comfort.

During the car ride, Lena's eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a soft yawn. Kara couldn't help but smile at her girlfriend's adorable sleepiness. She gently stroked Lena's hair and whispered, "Just a little while longer, sweetheart. We'll be home soon."

When they arrived at their apartment, Kara gently woke Lena, who blinked her eyes open sleepily. "We're home, sweetheart," Kara whispered, helping her girlfriend out of the cab.

Taking her hand, she guided Lena into their apartment, and as soon as they were inside, she could see how pale and tired Lena appeared. The night had taken its toll on her, and it was clear she needed to finally get some rest.

"Let's get you comfortable, my love," Kara said, leading her into their bedroom. where she carefully helped her girlfriend out of her elegant dress which she hung neatly on the back of the door before turning back to help her girlfriend change into a soft pair of pyjamas, to which Kara couldn't help but smile at how adorable Lena looked in them - even when under the weather she still found a way to be gorgeous, "You look so cute like this Le', but let's get you into bed, hm?"

Lena sniffled and nodded as she climbed into their bed, yet despite the thick covers now surrounding her, the Luthor still shivered a little as she tried to settle down, watching as Kara headed to their bathroom. She must've fallen asleep somewhere in between because by the time Lena had stirred awake again, the small bedside table beside her had some new additions. Tissues, water and a small tub of VapoRub.

"You're awake baby?" Kara couldn't hide her surprise as came back into the room and saw her girlfriend's open eyes, she'd expected her to stay asleep until morning but at least she could check her temperature without having to worry about disturbing her now, but she still asked anyway, “Can I check that temperature of yours sweetie?”

After the thermometer beeped, Kara read the result. "A little fever, my love, not too bad. Do you wanna head back to sleep sweetie? I’d bet it’d do you some good."

Lena gave a weak smile, her voice a soft, raspy whisper, “’m too stuffy to sleep.”

"I’ve got you love." Kara smiled as she reassured her, pulling a chair close to their bed. She picked up the tub of VapoRub and gently began applying a small amount to Lena's exposed chest. The mentholated scent filled the room, offering some relief to her congestion.

Lena sighed in relief as the soothing balm's vapours began to clear her up a little. She snuggled deeper under the covers, feeling the warmth of her loving girlfriend by her side. "You're amazing, Kara," Lena murmured, her sleepy voice still hoarse but the gratitude behind it was clear.

“Just rest love, I’ll be right here when you wake up, okay?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too silly, now get some sleep sweetheart.”

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Sometimes Kara’s comfort came in different ways too. For example, that time Kara had fumbled with her keys at the door to her apartment, finally inserting the right one into the lock. She’d forgotten to pick up the draft of a recent report that morning and had popped home during her lunch hour to grab it. But as her wrist went to turn the lock, the wooden door simply slipped right open, letting the light from the hall flood inside the dark apartment.

What? Did someone break in while she was away? She had locked that door before she left earlier, she was certain she did. And it wasn’t dark when she’d left earlier either, the blonde specifically remembered opening the curtains wide, smiling at the city as she always did.

“Hello?” She called out hesitantly, to no response. Kara's heart pounded in her chest as she cautiously stepped inside, she removed her glasses, her X-ray vision allowing her to see through the darkness. She could make out the familiar silhouette of her cozy living room, but something wasn't right. She spotted a figure on her couch, nestled under a blazer. and her heart skipped a beat when she realized who it was.

Lena?

Kara's mind raced with a mix of confusion and concern. Lena was supposed to be at work at this hour, not curled up on her couch. She approached her girlfriend quietly, her super senses picking up on the soft, irregular sounds of muffled sobbing.

"Lena?" Kara whispered gently, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend in distress, “Honey, what are you doing here? I thought you were at work.”

Lena flinched and slowly turned her head, her eyes squinting against the sudden intrusion of light. Her face was pale, and her eyes were rimmed with red, clearly indicating that something was definitely wrong.

"Kar’?" The Luthor’s frail voice quivered, and her hand went to her temple as a soft, muffled moan escaped her lips, causing her girlfriend’s heart ache for her in response.

Kara rushed to her side, concern overriding the strange circumstances of the unlocked door. She gently pulled Lena into her arms and whispered soothingly, "It's okay, baby, I'm here now. What happened sweetheart?"

Lena leaned into Kara's embrace, her body trembling. "Migraine," she managed to whisper, her words laced with pain as she screwed her eyes closed once more.

“Okay sweetheart, you don’t need to talk loudly, okay? Just whisper as quietly as you can, I’ll always hear you.” Kara murmured quietly, taking care not to make any unnecessary noise as she pressed the softest kiss she could to her girlfriend’s temple before taking off the blazer she had been using as a makeshift blanket, “Bed?” The blonde asked quietly, no more words were needed.

Kara gently scooped Lena into her arms, cradling her carefully, and carried her to the bedroom, being overly mindful not to jostle her girlfriend as she carefully lowered her down into the bed, kissing her cheek before heading to her closet, pulling out something heavy from the very back. “Here honey, do you want heavy grey?” She asked, already knowing the answer,

“Heavy grey” was in referral to a large, dark grey, weighted blanket they’d bought after Alex had introduced them to the wonder. Despite only finding out about them recently, it had quickly become their go blanket to whenever either of them wanted some deep, felt comfort. Lena made the smallest movement she could, a faint nod to which the soft blanket was laid over her, wrapping around her body like a constant hug. Sometimes, when her girlfriend was away saving the city, Lena would curl up in it and pretend to be in Kara’s arms, but of course, that was something she’d never admit. But she didn’t need to pretend. She had the real thing right there with her.

“Do you need a trashcan love?” The Kryptonian checked, knowing how nauseous these things could make a person, luckily it seemed the answer was no, and Kara murmured something softly before gently sliding into bed beside her girlfriend, smiling fondly when the ravenette moved over ever so slightly, allowing her head to rest on her girlfriend’s thigh.

After some time, Lena's breathing evened out, and Kara could tell that she had fallen asleep, finally being able to escape the clutches of her headache. She smiled down at her girlfriend, feeling grateful to be able to provide comfort in this way. It was safe to say neither of them went back to work that day.

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The next time came only a few months later. Lena had meant to get her flu jab. Honestly, she had. It just slipped her mind that’s all, she would’ve gone out to get it that weekend – probably. But it didn’t matter now, she was already suffering the consequences of her actions.

It had started innocently enough, a slight runny nose during her morning investors meeting. Nothing a few discreet sniffles couldn’t take care of. However, as the people sat around the large table droned out about budgets and finances she couldn’t quite keep still. Subtle aches' had her fidgeting in her usually comfy chair as she both tried to listen and get herself settled.

Lena glanced up to the clock, someone wishing the hands to turn faster. Only half an hour left at least. She’d be sure to tell Jess to turn the heating on, despite feeling small beads of sweat run down her back, she couldn’t suppress the small shivers which ran up her spine and throughout her body.

“Miss Luthor, what’s your opinion on the matter?” A direct voice pulled her from a daze she hadn’t realised she’d fallen into. To say she was unfocused was an understatement.

“Sorry, could you repeat-,” She stopped, her breath hitching through her words as she turned to the side and sneezed into her elbow, not that it did much to quell the buzzing sensation in her sinuses. Lena sniffled against her index finger before excusing herself, “Excuse me, sorry, can you repeat that for me?”

The man repeated himself and Lena nodded, looking down at the notebook in front of sat on the table in front of her only to be met with the blank untouched pages. She’d definitely have to catch up on her notes later. Still, to her credit. She still managed to get give a sophisticated answer, one that seemed to satisfy the table at least - even if it was half croaked.

Luckily for her the meeting finally ended soon enough. Lena quickly gathered her belongings, her head throbbing as if a marching band was playing inside her skull. Once the participants had filtered out from the room, she allowed herself go stand. Only she may have been a little ambitious as the sudden change in vertigo made the room spin, her whole-body swaying as she gripped the table to steady herself. 

“Get yourself together woman.” The Luthor mumbled to herself after a particularly rough cough made her whimper slightly at the way it tore the back of her throat. The way back to her office was a struggle, every slow step igniting her aching joints before she finally reached the privacy of her office - allowing herself to sit less than gracefully back down behind her desk.

Why did she feel like this? She was fine a few hours ago, it all just came on so fast- her jumbled thoughts finally clicked together as her blurry vision caught sight of the crumpled up health flyer sitting neatly at the top of her trash can. “Get vaccinated today and save yourself the misery tomorrow!” It read. Well. Crap.

Kara had told her weeks ago to get it, even Alex had reminded her at their last game night. God, her brain, well, her whole life had just been so cluttered recently. It had completely slipped her mind entirely and now here she was, her head throbbing and joints aching as she coughed raspily. Completely paying the price for her negligence.

Lena mumbled to herself as rubbed her temples in a futile attempt to ease her pounding headache. Her office was too bright, the lights stinging her eyes, and she groaned softly, cursing her forgetfulness once more.

She had so much to do today. Her schedule was busy for the whole week infact, just as it had been for the weeks prior. That was just so much to do and- oh god and there was that board of directors video call this afternoon! She’d forgotten all about it. Again! Shit, she’d nowhere near gotten herself prepared for it.

“Miss Luthor?”

Not to mention how much paperwork she’d be receiving on top of everything, it felt as if almost the world had it out for her today. Why did her life have to be so busy all the time, at all hours at the day?

“Miss Luthor.”

Wait, was day was it again? She was sure there was something else she needed to do, something urgent which demanded her upmost attention- 

“Lena!”

The CEO felt herself jump a little at the stern voice of her assistant. When did she get here? Had she been standing there with her arms crossed for long? She could feel her concerned eyes visibly scanning over her hunched form.

“Sorry Jess,” Lena mumbled an apology before raspily clearing her throat with a short cough as she leant back into her chair following the action with a heavy sigh, “I was in my own world there for a moment. Do you need something?”

“Miss Danvers is here for your interview.”

Shit. That was it. Kara had asked her weeks ago if she’d make some on-record comments in order to attempt to ease the city’s worries over the thread of Lex. Not only that, the interview gave time for the two to spend privately together. Lena couldn’t remember the last time she’d spent the night somewhere other than hauled up in her office or hiding down in her lab. Truthfully, she’d been hoping to make it up to her girlfriend.

“Give me a minute? Then send her in.” Lena punctuated herself with a rough cough, one which had her gripping the edge of her desk to support herself.

“Miss Luthor, are you up-“

“Send her in.”

Lena slouched back in her chair, her vision still slightly blurry, and her head pounding as if a drumline were practicing inside her skull. Jess hesitated for a moment, clearly concerned, but she nodded and left the room to fetch Kara.

The CEO sniffled, trying to clear her congested nose. Her throat felt raw, and each cough sent a shiver down her spine. She had wanted to make this interview with Kara special, to show her how much she appreciated her support and love. Now, all she could think about was how she must look right about now.

She didn’t have much time to ponder on that fact however as the wide door to her office swung open, incoming the human personification of sunshine herself.

“Lena!” Kara said with genuine worry in her voice. She rushed over to her girlfriend's side, abandoning her notebook and placing a hand on her forehead to check for a fever, “I knew I heard your breathing from outside the door, you sound awful sweetheart.”

“I’m fine Kara.” The Luthor rasped, her voice cracking as she spluttered against her sore throat, shakily reaching to accept the glass of water her girlfriend had used her super speed to get, “We should get your interview done.”

“No, you’re not Lena. I know fevers, and I know that voice. The interview can wait, you my love, are sick.” Kara sighed, letting her soft hand move down her cheek to cup the feverishly mumbling CEO’s face.

“Mm’not.” 

“Mm’yes, you are.” Kara cooed, leaning down before gently blowing a small stream of cold air just above Lena’s forehead, resulting in an insufferable sigh of relief from the feverish woman. The cold air felt wonderful against her hot skin, “Is that a bit better for you my sweet?”

Lena closed her eyes for a moment, nodding slightly. She savoured the cool breeze which offered her a brief respite from the feverish heat coursing through her body.

“I should’ve gotten that flu-shot Kar’, I should’ve listened to you, I shouldn’t have stayed at work so-“

“Lena, Lena, sweetheart,” Kara cut her off by softly kissing her cheek, looking into her eyes lovingly, “I know.”

The Luthor murmured something that if it weren’t for her superhearing Kara would’ve been able to hear before her face screwed up in discomfort, her congested breath hitching before she turned to sneeze into her shoulder, whining at the sharp pain the action caused.

She sniffled, running the edge of her suit to the underside of her nose, “S’cuse me. I’m sorry, God that’s gross.” She grimaced, looking down at her sleeve.

But Kara wasn’t disgusted. She simply handed her a tissue as she softly shook her head. “You can apologise for lots of things baby, anything you want. But sickness is not one of those, this isn’t your fault. Not one bit. Look at me love.” She tilted up her CEO so that her tired eyes could meet her own, “You do not have to apologise here, we’re gonna get you home and I’m gonna take care of you, okay?

Lena nodded, trying her best to remain awake despite the need to give into her exhaustion looming over her head, “I have other meetings today Kar’, I can't just go home. Not in the middle of the day.”

“That’s not how it works sweetheart,” Kara gently wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of Lena's eye, “Baby you can barely hold your head up right now, you’re in no condition to be working. If this us the flu then you’re only going to feel worse as time passes, you need to be at home where I can take care of you.”

Lena sighed, her resistance crumbling under Kara's love. Deep down she knew her girlfriend was right, she always was, but the weight of her responsibilities was always a burden she found hard to let go of. Especially with the weight of her reputation leaning on her every move.

"Fine,” She sighed, finally giving in before spluttering into a rough sounding cough, “I can't even think straight. But I have that board of directors' video call later. What am I going to do about that?"

Kara smiled reassuringly, her blue eyes filled with warmth and determination. "I already told Jess to reschedule when I heard your breathing outside. She’s going to free up the week for you.”

Lena leaned into Kara's touch, finally into her fatigue, "You’re amazing Kara, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kara gently kissed her forehead. "You'll never have to find out, my love. Now, let's get you home and start taking care of you. I've got chicken soup, a warm blanket, and all the love in the world waiting for you."

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The next year Lena had gotten her vaccine though, she’d learnt her lesson well and truly but even still, it didn’t come without its drawbacks.

“There, we go. All done.” The nurse tending to her had smiled as she pressed a cotton swap to Lena’s arm, quickly covering the area with a plaster, “Expect some slight tenderness and potentially an elevated temperature for the next day or so but other than that you should be fine. You’re free to go now Miss Luthor.”

‘Light soreness’ yeah fucking right. Lena groaned to herself as she groggily woke up in her girlfriend’s the next morning, wincing at her throbbing arm as she pushed herself to sit upright. She could hear Kara humming from the kitchen, presumably making a start on breakfast as the CEO rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess that clung to her. The room was still dimly lit, and her arm felt heavy and achy. She reached over with her good arm to grab her phone, checking the time. It was still fairly early. Enough time to take a shower before work at least.

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine. She was probably running a temperature, just as the nurse had warned her, she though, finally noticing how her thin shirt was uncomfortably clinging to her skin, already damp in places.

Wobbling slightly, she made her way to the bathroom, her steps unsteady as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her slightly paler than normal skin was laced with small beads of sweat. Her face crinkled up into a grimace at her reflection. Lena sighed before she peeled off her damp shirt and stepped into the shower, turning it on and letting the water fall over her.

Lena stood under the warm spray of the shower, the water cascading over her body, offering some comfort against the growing discomfort in her arm and the fever that was creeping up on her. She couldn't help but shiver, despite the soothing heat of the water, her body's response to the elevated temperature.

As she let the water flow over her, Lena felt an unusual heaviness in her limbs. It was as if the warmth of the shower was making her drowsy. The soap slipped from her fingers as she tried to lather up, her movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated. Lena's eyelids began to flutter closed, and she had to shake her head to stay awake.

The fever was taking hold of her, and the exhaustion that came with it was making itself known. She leaned against the shower wall for support, her head feeling like it was filled with cotton, her vision becoming a bit hazy. Lena hurried up and finished her shower as quickly as she could manage, trying her best to ignore the spreading deep aches travelling down her arms as she did so. The warm water did little to alleviate her chills so with a defeated sigh, the Luthor stepped out of the shower and herself in a towel before heading back to the bedroom, her movements slow and unsteady.

The Luthor sighed to herself before opening her wardrobe. All her suits and fancy shirts were hung neatly on the rail and the mirror on the back of her closet door made her groan inwardly. Her once pale cheeks now had developed a rosy flush that extended down to her neck and chest, contrasting with her slightly clammy skin. Not only that, but she could also quite clearly see a bruise forming where she had been injected.

She considered the possibilities. Could she call in sick? The very thought of it made her cringe. She knew she had a demanding schedule at L-Corp, important meetings, and projects that required her attention, but right now, the thought of going to work was unbearable. Lena's normally sharp mind felt foggy, and her limbs weighed a ton. She leaned on the closet door for support, trying to gather her thoughts. But when the beginning of a headache forming behind her temples made itself known the Luthor finally dropped her shoulders in defeat as she gave into the urge to stay home, turning away from her closet and heading over to pull on some cosy pyjamas from Kara’s own drawer. The soft fabric was a welcome relief against her sensitive skin.

As she padded slowly into the kitchen, Lena was greeted by the sight of Kara expertly plating up their breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked food teased her senses, making her stomach grumble. However, it was the sight of her girlfriend, dressed in one of Lena's shirts that was comically oversized on her, that brought a genuine smile to her face.

Hesitating for just a moment, Lena approached Kara from behind and wrapped her arms around her, resting her head against the back of Kara's shoulder. "Mmm, what's cooking, darling?" Lena murmured; her voice noticeably weaker than usual. She felt a pang of guilt for the inconvenience she was causing, but the warmth of Kara's body against hers was too inviting to resist.

Kara turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she continued to plate their breakfast, “Blueberry pancakes and bacon, thought I’d give you a little treat to make you feel a little better.” “How did you-” Lena began, her face wearing a confused look.

“You forget I have super hearing babe; I know all the little noises you make when you’re not quite feeling 100% and you forget I know you. The last time you got vaccinated it hit you pretty hard, I figured this one wouldn’t be kind either.” Kara explained with a smile before she turned around with two plates in hand, sliding them onto their small kitchen island.

“Thank you.” Lena murmured quietly, quickly kissing her girlfriend’s cheek as she sat herself down on a stool, “I’m gonna stay home today.”

Kara nodded and couldn’t help but return the gesture, "That’s a smart decision love, I’m proud of you for choosing too. We can't have you going to work feeling like this, can we?" Kara watching her girlfriend take a small bite of her bacon before she raised a gentle hand to her forehead to check her temperature. "You're definitely running a fever pumpkin. I think it's a 'stay in and cuddle’ kind of day for you today, sweetie."

“I know you don’t like it princess, I know, but you need to take it anyway for me darling.”

Lena glanced up at Kara with a soft smile. "You always know how to take care of me, don't you?"

Kara chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of Lena's hair away from her face. "Of course, sweetheart. You're my number one priority. Now, let's enjoy breakfast, and then we can spend the day here, cuddled up together. I'll make sure you're feeling better by the end of the day."

Lena's smile grew as she picked up a piece of bacon and fed it to Kara, the simple act of being cared for and pampered by her girlfriend making her feel a little better already.

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Sometimes though, Lena needed Kara even when she didn’t know it herself. Lena Luthor, the shunned daughter of the Luthor household, the CEO of L-Corp and National City’s own personal underserving scapegoat was criminally overworked – like always.

Last week, there had been a city-wide emergency revolving a chemical leak coming which has been framed to look like it had originated at L-Corp. Of course, it hadn’t, The DEO had managed to track down and apprehend the real culprit but much to the heartbreak of Kara, the unchanging media had forced their resident Luthor to bore the blame.

Lena hadn’t taken it well. Well, who could blame her? The Luthor had claimed she needed some space at the beginning of the week before she had disappeared down to her private lab. But now it was Wednesday and Kara’s small inkling of worry was beginning to grow. She knew Lena often needed private time to process her feelings, but this was different. She hadn’t been home all week, opting to sleep in her lab, and deep-down Kara knew the meals she’d been bringing to the lab more than likely sat untouched in their tupperware containers. So, the blonde decided enough was enough, if Lena wasn’t going to look after herself, then she would simply have to do it for her.

Lena's dedication to her work was admirable, but this was different – it felt like a retreat, a withdrawal from the world and so unable to resist any longer, Kara made her way to L-Corp, her super-speed making the journey swift. Walking down the pristine corridors, it wasn’t hard to miss the stolen worried glances the other employees had been sending the blonde as she approached the doors to Lena’s lab and she couldn’t help but worry if anyone else had tried to talk some sense into her girlfriend and in return had been on the receiving end of a less than polite lecture about letting her work in peace.

Kara hesitated for a moment before gently pushing open the heavy lab door. The sterile smell of chemicals and the hum of machinery greeted her as she stepped inside. The lab was dimly lit, with various screens and monitors displaying complex data. In the centre of the room, Lena hunched over a worktable, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun. As she suspected, her meals sat in the exact spot Kara had left them, the only source of nutrition her girlfriend appeared to have had was the seemingly forgotten half eaten granola bar sat amongst her work.

"Baby?" Kara called softly, trying not to startle her. Lena looked up, her eyes bloodshot and fatigue evident on her face. The lines of stress seemed to have etched themselves deeper into her features.

"Kar’?" Lena's voice was strained, and she forced a weak smile. "What- Why are you here?”

Kara stepped closer; her blue eyes filled deep with worry. "Lena, it's been days. You can't live on granola bars and caffeine. You need rest, proper meals, and some fresh air. Staying in here, like this. It isn’t good for you sweetheart.”

Lena huffed, looking back at her work. "I can't afford to rest, Kara. Not now. Not when there's so much at stake. Not when the world blames me for things I didn't do."

Kara sighed, her concern deepening. "Lena, you can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You're human, just like the rest of us. You need to take care of yourself too."

Lena glanced back at Kara, her expression a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "I know, but it's hard to convince the world of that when all they see is the Luthor name."

Kara walked over to Lena, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to convince anyone right now. Let me take care of you. Come on, let's go sit somewhere more comfortable than these lab stools, hm?”

The Luthor seemed to hesitate for a moment but after a second, she finally nodded. Kara guided her over to a comfortable sofa in the corner of the lab. Lena sank down onto it, the weariness evident in every movement. Kara fetched a blanket from a nearby shelf and draped it over her.

Lena leaned into Kara's touch, her eyelids growing heavy. "You didn't have to come for me, Kara. I can handle myself.”

"I know you can, but I will always for come for you Le’. Always." The blonde murmured with a soft smile. "You're my person, Lena. And right now, my person needs to rest. You’re exhausted sweetheart, c’mon, close those eyes for me darling.”

As Lena did as she was told and closed her eyes, Kara sat down next to her, letting her girlfriend rest against her. The hum of the lab equipment became a distant background noise as Kara gently stroked Lena's hair as the exhausted women finally allowed herself to slip into a peaceful sleep. Maybe taking her home right away would’ve been more comfortable for the two of them but right now, Kara was just content to hold her close, protecting her girlfriend from the rest of the world.

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It wasn’t always Lena who sometimes needed a little bit of care though. Sometimes Supergirl herself needed to be taken into her girlfriend’s arms and be doted over.

The city of National City had been enjoying a relatively peaceful week Kara had enjoyed a fairly quiet week, successfully thwarted a few minor threats here and there all whilst diligently finishing up her latest CatCo report, ready to be published the following week. It was mundanity of the week that had left her so taken aback when at half 2 in the morning, Kara’s phone rang out, waking up the two previously sleeping women.

“mm’ who is it?” Came the groggy mumble of Lena as she slowly rolled over, eyes closing reflectively as the bright light from the phone screen bore into her eyes.

“Hello? Alex? What-” Kara answered sleepily before her whole demeanour shifted and she shot up out of bed, using her superspeed to change into her suit before Lena had even had the chance to ask what had gone on.

“There’s been a breakout at the DEO, they need all the help they can get, they're low on agents as it is.” Kara kissed Lena on the forehead before pulling the ruffled side of the blankets where she’d been previously led back to cover her girlfriend, “I’ll be home when I can. Go back to sleep sweetheart. I’ll call you as soon as we get things under control. I love you.”

Kara zoomed out of the apartment window, leaving behind a gust of wind that ruffled Lena's hair and left behind the scent of Kara's favourite vanilla-scented shampoo. Lena lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, before a deep sigh escaped her lips. It wasn't the first time Kara had been called away in the middle of the night to deal with a crisis, but it never got easier.

The DEO facility was in chaos when Kara arrived. Alarms blared, and agents rushed in all directions. Without hesitation, she joined the efforts to subdue the escaped prisoner who had been currently hellbent on smashing through every single security door needed to reach the outside world.

As the two fought, Kara's eyes glowed with determination as she confronted the escapee, her heat vision ready to contain the threat. her strength and speed gave her an edge. However, in the heat of the moment she ignored her growing weakness and forced herself to go beyond her limit, the thought of this creature being unleashed onto the city was something she couldn’t allow and would stop by any means possible.

Focusing intensely, Kara unleashed a powerful burst of heat vision. The energy surged with an intensity that was far beyond what she had intended. The force not only incapacitated the escaped prisoner but also overloaded Kara's own Kryptonian abilities. In a blinding flash, she felt a sudden weakness overtaking her. As the red glow faded from her eyes, panic set in. Kara stumbled backward, clutching her head, as she realised the ramifications of her mistake. The once invincible Supergirl now felt strangely mortal. The room seemed to spin, and she staggered back, relying on a nearby table for support she regathered her bearing.

Soon the room was crowded with agents, apprehending the creature, taking them back down to a more secure cell until they investigated the root of this escape. Once the immediate threat was contained, Alex rushed to Kara's side, concern etched across her face. "Kara, are you okay?" she asked, guiding her sister to a nearby chair.

Kara shook her head, feeling disoriented and weak. "I- I don’t know," she admitted, rubbing her temples as if trying to alleviate the sudden headache that had overtaken her. "I think I overused my heat vision."

J'onn approached, his worried eyes studying Kara carefully. "Your powers might need some time to recharge. You've exerted yourself beyond your usual limits," he explained, his voice a calm reassurance in the chaos of the DEO headquarters, which amongst the chaos of the evening was a much-welcomed sound.

"I need to get back out there, the agents might need help with-" Kara insisted, attempting to stand. However, her legs felt like jelly, and she stumbled, nearly falling if not for Alex's quick reflexes.

"Kara, you're in no condition to fight. Let the DEO handle the rest. We'll update you if anything comes up," Alex said firmly, helping Kara back into the chair with a no-nonsense sort of expression smothering her face, "You need to rest."

Kara reluctantly nodded; it wasn’t like she could argue much anyway. Maybe she could’ve persuaded any other agents but not J’onn and especially not Alex. As she sat there, surrounded by concerned faces, a wave of fatigue washed over her. The adrenaline that had fuelled her actions was replaced by a heavy weariness which settled deep into her joints.

"I'll take her home," Alex declared, giving the Director a nod. "We'll regroup tomorrow."

Back at their apartment, Lena wasn’t asleep. How could she? Not when that pit of unrelenting nerves that seemed to shift around in the pit of stomach, keeping her up with worried scenarios of what could happen. When the door creaked open, Lena practically leaped off the couch. Her eyes widened at the sight of Alex supporting Kara, whose usually vibrant and confident demeanour was replaced by exhaustion and fatique.Lena rushed forward, concern etched on her face as she quickly took hold of Kara.

"What happened?"

"She overexerted herself during the DEO mission. Her powers need time to recharge," Alex explained, shifting Kara’s weight onto Lena so she could support her fully, “Solar flared.”

Kara managed a weak smile, “I’m okay.”

Lena shook her head as she wrapped an arm around Kara’s waist before looking over at Alex for confirmation, "Is she okay?” She asked, the dripping worry in her voice clear.

"Just tired. I'll be fine after some rest," Kara assured, squeezing Lena's hand reassuringly.

Alex shot Lena a sympathetic look. "She needs to rest. She’s solar flared before but keep an eye on her, okay? Her power’s typically return in a few days."

Lena nodded, her worries feeling a little more eased, “Okay. I’ve got her.”

As Alex left, Lena turned her attention back to Kara. "Come on sweet girl, let's get you to bed," she said gently, helping Kara stand. The two made their way to the bedroom, and Lena tucked Kara in, her touch soft and comforting against the Kyptonian’s now sensitive skin.

"I'm sorry," Kara mumbled, her eyes still carrying the weight of guilt behind their teary gaze.

Lena brushed a strand of hair from Kara's forehead. "Hey, it's okay. You do incredible things every day. Everyone has their limits; you just don’t seem to know when yours are. You just need to rest, and your powers will be back soon enough, okay?”

"Sleep now darling. I'll be right here when you wake up," Lena whispered as she pressed a soft kiss down to Kara’s temple.

The next morning, Kara woke up feeling groggy. The events of the previous night seemed like a distant dream, and for a moment, she wondered if it had all been some kind of strange hallucination. However, the reality set in as she felt the lingering weakness in her limbs.

Lena was already up, bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Kara watched her for a moment, appreciating the way the morning light caught Lena's hair, casting a soft glow around her. Lena turned and caught Kara's gaze, a smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Lena greeted, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Morning," Kara replied, her voice still husky from sleep. She attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hit her, and she sank back into the pillows.

Lena's concern flared up again. "Hey, take it easy. You're still recovering."

Kara nodded, grateful for Lena's care. "I just feel a little off," she admitted, attempting a smile.

Lena's expression softened. "Well, you did save the day last night. It's only fair that you get some rest now. I made your favourite breakfast for you; it's on the table."

Kara's eyes brightened at the mention of food. Despite seeming somewhat dulled, the aroma coming over from the kitchen was enticing and the smell of awaiting pancakes was undeniable. The ravenette helped her sit up and supported her as they made their way to the dining table, kindly setting down a plate of pancakes in front of her girlfriend.

Kara's stomach rumbled at the sight of the pancakes. Lena had a talent for making comfort food that seemed to have healing properties all on its own. As she took a bite, she couldn't help but appreciate the mix of flavors dancing on her taste buds.

"These are amazing," Kara mumbled between bites, offering Lena a grateful smile.

Lena chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room. "Well, I figured you needed something hearty after last night's heroics. And don't worry, I made enough for you to have seconds."

As they continued to eat, Lena couldn't help but notice Kara's occasional sniffles and the way she discreetly rubbed at her nose. Lena arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something? You seem a bit sniffly which isn’t like you at all darling.”

Kara's eyes widened at the question, and she quickly shook her head to deny it, "No, no, I'm fine. It's probably just residual effects from the solar flare.” Of course she knew that wasn’t quite true. Those deep muscle aches, throbbing temples are sore throat didn’t usually come at the loss of her powers what would good would it do letting Lena know that? She was worried enough for her as it was, nevermind adding this to it.

“Hih’ishoo!”

As Kara took another bite of the pancakes, a sudden tickle in her nose caught her by surprise. Before she could react, she sneezed loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. Lena blinked; her surprise evident. "Bless you," she said, a bemused smile playing on her lips. "Was that the first time I've heard you sneeze?"

“I suppose it was.” Kara shrugged, desperate to change the subject.

"You're not getting sick, are you, sweetheart?" Lena asked again, as she looked into Kara’s eyes through her furrowed brows.

Kara chuckled weakly, "No way, Kryptonians don't get sick. I don’t get sick.” She fibbed. She knew she’d been sick before but that was way before she met Lena, and it hadn’t ever happened again. That was just a freak incident. A onetime thing... Right? “Besides Le’ when have you ever seen me sick? Never.”

“Exactly...” Lena mumbled with concern as she put down her own food to cup her girlfriend’s pale cheeks, shaking her head at the subtle heat she felt radiating from them, “You’re a little warm.” She sighed before getting up and shuffling off towards their bathroom much to the disheartenment of Kara who’d tried to call her back to finish her food.

Lena returned from the bathroom with a thermometer in hand, a determined expression on her face. Kara, still sitting at the table, sighed internally. She knew Lena well enough to anticipate her stubbornness, there was no way of getting out of this.

"Lena, really, I don't need you to take my temperature. I'm fine," Kara insisted though it fell on deaf ears.

The Luthor only raised an eyebrow in return, holding the device in her hand. "Humour me, Kara. It won't take long."

Kara sighed, resigning herself as she opened her mouth, allowing Lena to place the thermometer under her tongue. Lena sat down beside her; eyes fixed on the small device as it measured Kara's temperature.

The seconds ticked by, and Kara couldn't help but fidget under Lena's watchful gaze. Lena, however, remained silent, her focus unwavering. Finally, the thermometer beeped, and she pulled it out, reading the display, “I knew it.”

“I’m not feverish.” The blonde mumbled in defeat, sniffling against the back of her hand. There really wasn’t much point trying to be discreet now.

“Who are you disagreeing with pumpkin? Me or the thermometer?” Lena narrowed her eyes playfully, knowing that Kara couldn’t argue against both.

“Stupid DEO germs...” Kara mustered a weak smile as she felt Lena press a soft kiss onto her cheek in return, "You're taking care of me now, huh?"

Lena chuckled, her fingers tracing light patterns on the back of Kara's hand. "It's about time, isn't it? Besides, you're always taking care of everyone else. Now it’s my turn."

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