Kara and Andrea talking about Lena? Perhaps Andrea telling Kara (or SG) how is to love someone like Lena
The offer of a drink comes as a surprise to Kara. But it’s 10pm and Andrea’s already a little glassy-eyed and there’s no one else in the building, so Kara takes the offer up. Perhaps it would ease some of the recent tension between them, she reasons. But the drink doesn’t immediately come with conversation. Rather, KAra sits stiffly with the glass of expensive scotch between her hands as Andrea simply studies her. It’s quiet and uncomfortable, and after about ten minutes Kara is ready to cut her losses and go. Just before she rises to her feet, Andrea leans back in her seat and takes a long swig.
“It’s hard, loving Lena Luthor.”
What Kara had expected to hear, that certainly isn’t it. She stares, mouth slightly agape, unsure of how to respond.
“No one wants to say it,” Andrea continues, “especially those rare few who even get the chance to love her, but it’s true.”
Kara awkwardly clears her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
(And part of her doesn’t– the part of her that feels like loving Lena is the easiest thing in the world.)
Andrea snorts. “Sure you don’t,” she drawls. Then she scoffs. “Well, you will. The woman doesn’t trust, you see. Well– she does, but she doesn’t know how. She just does– until the moment you hurt her. And once you do that…”
Kara’s stomach sinks. Andrea may not know it, certainly not in her current state, but she’s closer to the truth than KAra would like her to be.
“Twelve years. Twelve years she was my best friend, and all–” Andrea hiccups. “All it took was one mistake for her to shut me out completely. One damn, stupid mistake.”
Kara takes a long drink, then sets her glass on the low table between them. She rises to her feet, gathering her papers to her chest. The conversation has taken a sharp turn that itches under Kara’s skin, echoes a reality far too real. But before she leaves, she gives her boss a long look.
“Your mistake,” she says quietly, “whatever it was… would you do it again? Knowing what you know now?”
Andrea blinks up at her. The rest of her body remains slack against the cushions, her shoes long kicked off for the sake of comfort. She looks rumpled, and oh so sad.
“Yes.” Despite her apparent bleariness, the answer comes strong and sure. “I would. But what I did was never the problem.”
At that, Kara’s brow furrows. Even after years in her chosen profession, there’s still much she doesn’t understand about human language. She feels she’s missing something, and waits, hoping Andrea will fill in the blanks for her. She does.
“The problem was the lie I told to cover it up.”
Kara's heart sinks heavily. A lump rises in her throat, nearly strangling the 'good night miss rojas' she manages to issue before making her escape. She seeks solace in the skies that night, but no amount of stars and clouds can chase away the feeling the despite her lingering, desperate hope for a chance at reconciliation...
She never had a chance at all.
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Kelly talks with Kara about Lena, and how grow up with an alcoholic father, a narcissistic mother and a psychopath brother might have affected her
It’s not exactly uncommon for Kelly to find Kara deep in thought these days. Ever since Lena has withdrawn following the reveal of Kara’s secret as Supergirl, the hero has grown more pensive– far from her usual bubbly self. Kelly has largely let her process her change in circumstance alone– she’s loathe to cross the line between friend and therapist– but when she sees Kara’s features darker than ever and eyes brimming with tears, Kelly know it’s time to step in.
“Hey,” she greets softly. Carefully, she approaches and takes the seat next to Kara. “You okay?”
Kara sniffles, but tries to cover it with a derisive scoff. “Peachy.”
“You tried reaching out to Lena again?” Kelly knows the answer, but waits for Kara to confirm, which she does with a heavy nod.
“That obvious, huh.”
“It’s natural to feel badly in your situation. It’s hard to make amends when a person won’t speak with you.”
“She wouldn’t even look at me.”
Kelly takes a moment to gather her thoughts.
“I’m going to tell you something James shared with me, back when he and Lena were dating. He pieced together some discoveries that he didn’t know what to do with, so he came to me.”
Kara stares at her in apprehension. “Okay.”
“From certain things Lena shared with him, James came to the conclusion that Lena’s dad may have been an alcoholic. A mean one. That, coupled with Lex, and well– you’ve met her mother.”
Kara nods wordlessly, her eyes wide.
“I’m telling you this not so you can pity Lena, or feel differently at all about her, but because in my experience many abusive situations tend to follow a similar pattern of harm and reconciliation. It’s a cycle– the abuser does harm, and then immediately tries to smooth things over. It could be gifts, excuses, affirmations of love, anything. Then it starts all over again.”
It’s clear that Kara is absorbing every word, processing what Kelly’s telling her with careful thought. “What does that mean for Lena?” she finally asks.
Kelly sighs. “Well, Lena’s smart. She knows the cycle, and it seems she’s found a way to nip it in the bud– by not giving anyone the chance to apologize in the first place.”
With a quaking breath, Kara looks at Kelly with helplessness in her eyes. “Then what do I do?”
Kelly places a comforting hand overtop Kara’s. “As your friend and hers, all I can say is to give her time to heal. By respecting her boundaries, you can show her that what you’re feeling isn’t just reactive guilt. That you’re serious about making things right, for both your sakes– not just your own.”
Kara’s chin wobbles. “But what if time isn’t enough?”
“Then that’s Lena’s choice to make.” Kelly offers a thin smile of sympathy. She knows the thought of losing Lena scares Kara to death, and that it would devastate her if it ever came to pass, but it wouldn’t do anyone any good to pretend it wasn’t a possibility. “And if she does make that choice, all you can do is continue to respect her boundaries.”
The breath squeezes out of Kara’s chest, but she nods, dislodging even more tears. “Okay.”
“Either way,” Kelly offers, “you’re going to survive this. You both will. It’ll be different, but you’ll through, be it together or apart.”
When she wraps an arm around Kara’s shoulders, Kara leans against her, accepting the support being offered. Exhausted, Kara sighs.
“Thank you, for looking out for her.”
“Of course.” She knows that of the two of them, Lena is the one more likely to feel alone, both by preference and circumstance. Kara has Alex, and the superfriends (whom she pre-emptively claimed as her own when she told them her secret and not Lena), while Lena had, well– no one. Or so she likely believes.
“I’m going to invite her to lunch tomorrow,” Kelly decides right then and there, vowing to not take no for an answer. “I’ll keep Lena’s confidence if she chooses to speak with me, because I think she could use an impartial friend right now, but… I’ll let you know how it goes.”
Kara nods her gratitude. After a few minutes of sitting with the silence, Kara finally gives voice to what they’ve all been thinking.
“This sucks.”
Kelly squeezes Kara’s hand. “I know.”
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