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catherinegrant · 8 years ago

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Happy Birthday, @damelola! May this year be extra special for you. Please enjoy some birthday messages as well as some fanworks we have made for you.

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@abcooper:

happy birthday lola-pie! I like ur face! <3 Coop

@blackpandaops:

Happy Birthday Lola. I am so grateful for all you contribute to this fandom. I eagerly gobble up your fic the moment I see it posted on Tumblr. Though I am terrible about commenting, it always brightens my day.

@bridgetteirish:

Happy Birthday to my Perfect Pen Pal. You bring me such joy. I’m happy to celebrate the day you were born. Here’s to a million more letters, headcanons, fics and laughs. Mwah!

@cassiopeiasara:

Happy Birthday Lola dear! I hope it’s full of laughter, fun and continued success. You are not only a fantastic writer but one of my favorite people. Many blessings as you enter a new year! I am so thankful for your talent and your friendship

@dinovia-grant:

Lola,

Your writing inspires me and your generosity humbles me. Thank you for your indomitable spirit, your talent, and your friendship. Happy Happy Birthday!

Erin/DiNovia

@iblamethenubbins:

Happy birthday Lola!

Thank you so much for all the stories. We’re so lucky to have you in this fandom to keep the SuperCat torch alive. Your updates always brighten up my day. Have a brilliant day, hun. And may the Grant Snark be with you always.

ps: actual depiction of me anytime I see a Notting Hill or Ballet AU (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

xxx Valentina

@inspectorboxer:

Happy Birthday, Lola! Hope you have a fantastic day filled with all the Supercat goodness you can handle!

@kara-lesbihonest:

Happy birthday to the diva who lets me constantly dump filth into your window and calls it inspiration.;)

@kine88:

Happy, happy birthday!

You’re always a voice of reason, respectful and your writing is awe-inspiring. You deserve all the best in life and I hope your day will be filled with good food and lots of laughter.

Regards, a huge fan of you and your writing.

@krystalgoderitch:

Thanks for all the porn 😘

@kuromikoneko:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MARY POPPINS OF FANDOM, LOLA. I am so glad you write for SuperCat and you write them so brilliantly! I love how interwoven and beautiful The Ballet AU is with both show canon things and freakin’ THEATRE THINGS!!! My two weaknesses right now (aside from Sanvers being adorable cuties). I’m also super glad that we’ve gotten the chance to talk this past month or so. It’s absolutely Mayka’s fault (as it always is, eh?) but has been a fantastic experience getting to know you and to bond over our mutual dislike of the other fandom, of our love and devotion for theatre and our thoughts on SuperCat.

@lost-your-memory:

Happy birthday Lola!

You are the most precious person I ever came across within the Supergirl’s fandom. You have a unique way with words and it makes you such an incredibly talented writer, sometimes I can’t believe how good your fictions are. Every single one is different but it’s deep and perfectly crafted and it echoes in me in ways I couldn’t possibly find elsewhere. I don’t have a favourite because all of them are pure gold but lately, I’m very invested in The Music and The Mirror. Thank you for everything. You are a caring, kind, sassy and absolutely amazing soul and I’m fangirling over your existence. You are a beautiful person, Lola. Joyeux anniversaire ♥

@mitski:

happy birthday lola! you deserve all the fun and goodness in the worldd. i love all your fics!! thank you for helping keep the supercat fandom sane <3 <3 <3

@octoplods:

Happy Birthday Lola from Octo!! Thank you for being an absolute blessing and sharing your incredible writing with us, giving us hours and hours and HOURS of glorious absorbing worlds and entertainment. Have an AWESOME day and be merry!!

@pinkrabbitpro:

Happy Birthday!

Many thanks for all your wonderful efforts in fandom, both creating great stuff for us all to enjoy and share, and helping and encouraging others.

So here’s hoping you enjoy a year of health and happiness. Much luck to your new book and any other new stuff you grace us with, and may you have many more years of creativity and fun to come! Also many more memes because…Cat Grant and her pen definitely was a hit!

Good luck and much happiness in all you do, PinkRabbitPro (Barb)

@poppyssupergirl:

Happy Birthday Lola,

One of the first fics I read in the Supergirl fandom was So I Can Call (Just to Tell ‘Em I’m Fine). Needless to say, I was hooked. Your writing style is glorious. I always look forward to your stories; I’ve seen very few writers who understand their characters so completely. Your writing was one of the reasons I started writing again. I do hope you enjoy this birthday surprise and thank you for all you’ve given this fandom.

-PoppysSuperGirl

@residentgeekmonkey:

Happy birthday, Lola! I hope your birthday is as awesome as you. I absolutely love everything you write. You never fail to amaze me with your words inside fic and out.

I reread Asking Too Much probably too much, haha. But I still get chills reading it. Honestly I’m still not over chapter 17. Chapter 17 has gone down in history in my book and will forever be iconic to me. And I still laugh so hard every single time I read the ‘See ya!’ line by Alex at the end. Always has me cackling. The way you wrote Kara fully embracing Supergirl and starting the Supercenter, god. It’s freaking GENIUS. It’s so unique to everything else I’ve read. I still stumble and get mindblown thinking about it and rereading it, that storyline is just so brilliant.

I’ve never gotten around to writing my own fics, but I remember when I was really thinking about writing, you were so supportive and offered your help if I ever needed any. Thank you so much for that.

I really appreciate just how genuine you are and enjoy how outspoken you are. You truly are amazing and hope your birthday goes awesome, you deserve it. Happy birthday, Lola <3

@rtarara:

Lola,

Happy Birthday! May it be filled with things as fabulous as you are though that will be super hard because that is a very short list of things. All the best in the coming year. I love you muchly and am glad I get the chance to know you. Also I’m glad that I get to read the rich worlds and stories that you create. It’s consistently amazing and I’m happy it’s being recognized with your snazzy new book deal :D

XOXO Bex

@spaceshipsarecool:

Happy birthday Lola!! I hope you have a wonderful day and get to eat all the cupcakes. My favorite fic of yours is With An Open Hand, because I love the playful version of Kara who is not afraid to push further with Cat to get what she wants… and also for the pen!kink, never forget the pen!kink :P

Of course I love all your other supercat fics as well. The Music and the Mirror is brilliantly done, and I get so excited for each update. Thank you for all the time you spend writing and headcanoning and overall spreading the supercat joy. And once more, happy birthday!

-Trish

@subcutaneous7:

Happy birthday, Lola! Thank you for all of the beautiful work you share with us, for the insight and energy you bring to the SuperCat fandom, and for being such a kind and supportive person. Your writing and your presence are deeply cherished. Hope you have a great day and the best year yet to come❤.

@supercat-trash:

Lola, happy birthday. Again, I want to say thank you. Your kindness and never-ending support made it possible for me to get the confidence and post my work on AO3 and Tumblr for the world to see. You are a fantastic fanfic writer and an all around amazing person. You are a wonderful human being and I’m so glad that I have the pleasure and privilege to have met you and talked to you. Honestly, the world could use a lot more people like you in it. I hope you have a fantastic birthday. You’re the absolute best and you do so much for everyone around you, even strangers who you meet in passing. Happy Birthday, Lola. I hope its a good one!

@thetemptationisstrong:

I hope you have a wonderful birthday Lola! I’m a big fan of your writing. I especially love how you come up with new and exciting ways to bring Kara and Cat together in your stories. Thank you for sharing your gifts and amazing talent, and for all of the things you do for this fandom. :D

@writetherest:

Dearest, Darlingest Lola,

According to Facebook, we have been friends for over 7 years. Honestly, that surprises me because it feels like we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.

I truly don’t have the words to tell you what you mean to me or how grateful I am to Dolly or whatever other deity it was that brought us together. I just know that without you, my life would be very, very different. And not in a good way.

We have shared so much over the years. Stopping shows, football in gay bars, your wedding (!!), pokerverse, and all things in between. You are a brilliant writer that everyone in the fandoms you write for is lucky to have and someone who I am so happy I can text at all hours of the day and night to share fic ideas, fandom theories, or just anything that is on my mind. You are snarky and won’t take shit from anyone and you’ve helped me to grow a backbone and be more outspoken myself since I’ve known you. And in the last year, you have been the most wonderful, supportive friend when I needed one the most.

Thank you for always being there for me. I love you to the moon and back, from Mirandy to 9 to 5 to Swan Queen to Supergirl and beyond. I hope you have the most wonderful birthday and I cannot wait to get to see your face in real life and squish you like crazy in like two months.

Love, love, love, always,

Tiff (aka writetherest, but you better freakin’ know that!)

@xxtorchxx:

Lola,

Happy birthday, sugar lips! I am so glad that once again two fictional characters pushed us together in another fandom. The trash bin has been great and I’m so glad I’ve gotten to know you better. You are one talented, sassy lady. I hope this year is the best yet, with many more to come. I heart your face!! <3 - Torch

#lola's birthday palooza

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exquisitliltart · 8 years ago

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SQ Supernova Author Interview for ‘Burned in the Sun’ by DanieXJ (aka Patredbru)

What inspired your Supernova story?

I was inspired mostly by the episode 'Sisters' where OUAT retconned in the fact that Zelena and Regina had met when they were younger, but then Cora had taken away both of their memories. The show was also always throwing in lines about how powerful Zelena was, so, I thought, Zelena just found her long lost sister, would she really allow someone with lesser magic take that memory away from her. But, then that spun me into the awesome question of, well, what would change if suddenly Zelena was looking out for Regina after they found each other?

It took almost the entire length of the Supernova time period to write. I had the basics and the ending in my head from the beginning, but, there were some fits and starts in the middle parts where I had to figure out what to do next and it didn't come right away. And for the most part I didn't edit anything big out, although I did sort of want to make the Belle/Red stuff bigger, but, I restrained myself for the most part, didn't want to get too far away from the point of the Supernova, SQ.

Tell us about your writing history for fandom?

I've been writing in Fandom since I was on W_W_W (Whatever_Weaver_Wants) in the ER (Kerry/Kim, Kerry/whomever) fandom. Did a bit in Buffy and a bit in Guiding Light, but overall my top two are definitely ER (90 stories) and OUAT (18 stories). As for Big Bangs, I did the previous two, that became the stories ‘The Prophecy’ and ‘Endurance in Darkness’ (with the help and media of the awesome PinkRabbitPro and DitchingNarnia respectively)

What is an interesting fact about you personally or related to your writing process?

I write about 85% of every story in my own abbreviated long hand and have to then type it into Scrivener. I find that even though I can hit a pretty good words per minute on the keyboard, my brain still writes faster than I can type, but, not faster than I can physically write.

What other stories have you written?

My favorite has to be "The Prophecy", it's Star Wars/OUAT AU, with awesome accompanying art from PinkRabbitPro, and I've wanted to write a proper 'Shadow' Jedi for years now and just never really found the exact right way to do it until this story. I love it. (I also have a favorite one in general, non-OUAT, but shhh, this is the Supernova week. ;))

What is your favorite type of fanfiction?

Anything that is well written and well thought out. I'm flexible.

I'm DanieXJ on AO3 and I'm @Patredbru on Tumblr. Feel free to drop me a line on Fanfic, or life, or whatever. And please don't forget to feed the bards. All of these Supernova stories were so amazing!

#sqsupernova #swanqueen #patredbru #author spotlights #burned in the sun #swan queen fanfiction #interview

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ao3feed-regalbeliever · 7 years ago

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Once Upon a Time Unfinished Random Writings

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pT6Ieg

by PinkRabbitPro

While chatting with friends about some ideas I played with during the early OUAT seasons, a couple were curious to see, so I agreed to share some unfinished stories. Some of it is a bit darker than my usual fare, but not hideously so. There is also some abusive behavior and some hints of suicidal ideation. Anyway, this seemed like an easy way to share. Dunno if anyone else is interested since, as mentioned above, this stuff is unfinished (or so short as to be just a little hint of something) and as such, not edited much by me or at all by others. If not interested, please ignore at will.

Summary: Part 1: Words. Everything goes to hell when Henry believes Regina murdered Archie.

Words: 19748, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Maleficent (Once Upon a Time), Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)

Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills & Henry Mills

Additional Tags: Non-Graphic Violence

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pT6Ieg

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Regal Believer #ouat #once upon a time

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pinkrabbitpro · 7 years ago

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Title: Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid Summary: Cat Grant gives birth link at AO3 or read it behind the cut below.

Outside the DEO, it’s a very unspectacular day. Pleasant weather, sun shining, nobody invading or blowing anything up, making it a pleasant change from the previous day. Which is a good thing because inside the DEO is a completely different story. All hell is breaking loose there as doctors and nurses rush from point to point, checking monitors and outputs and requesting drugs.

Mostly for themselves.

After all, they’re working mostly in the dark and more than a few shins have been busted.

“AIEEEEEFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!”

And then there’s the screaming, shrieking really, loud—the decibel level enough to make a few people wonder about ear drum damage—and very profane to the point that ‘fuck’ is actually one of the more polite words heard. The DEO is staffed by professionals, many of them former military, special forces, and law enforcement, people who historically know their way around salty language.

At least one is eventually reduced to tears by the sheer rawness of what’s shouted.

“Just breathe,” Kara Danvers says and quickly starts demonstrating the breathing learned in hours of classes only to pull to a strangled halt as a hand clamps down on hers with a strength that would have anyone else screaming in agony. Even she winces as the next round of screams breaks forth.

“WE ARE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN!!!”

Cat Grant is having a baby. A hybrid. Kara’s child. And while she’s spent most of the pregnancy awash in hormones that have left her vacillating between horny-as-hell and kitteny-sweet, at that precise moment—not so much.

Actually, there are ravening beasts from the dankest pits of hell with more sweetness in them than Cat suffering through labor. She wants this baby. She loves this baby. And she really, really wants this baby out of her. Any delay in that process is not well received.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Kara whispers as she tenderly rubs Cat’s back. Super hearing lets her track the Cat’s and the baby’s heartbeats more efficiently than any of the monitors and she can hear them both, strong and steady.“You’re doing great.”

Standing next to the doctor in charge, Alex Danvers glances over at her sister as Cat responds. It’s not a pretty sight.

“I mean it!” Cat roars. ”You are never getting near me with your Kryptonian Vaginal Super Sperm™ ever again!”

Alex seriously considers fainting at that point. Seriously. Fainting. Dead. Away. Because this whole process has taught her far more about certain aspects of her sister’s private life than she ever wanted to know. Ever. Because she’s had to be intimately involved. She’s the one who figured out the mystery of Cat’s pregnancy when all hell was on the verge of breaking loose the first time because Kara panicked, thinking Cat had cheated and Cat panicked because she hadn’t.

Alex is the one who figured out that Kryptonian women don’t have ova—eggs—but rather cell clusters which, on Krypton met, mated and dated other cell clusters, on a very rare occasion during sex, but more often under the direction of a complicated computer system. Then after the mating and dating when they were all cuddled up and getting to know each other, the cell clusters worked together to build themselves a protective outer membrane, before settling down for some hardcore cellular division.

On Earth it went a little differently. The cell cluster encountered one of these newfangled Earth-type egg thingies, decided it quite liked this bit of innovation, moved in and one u-haul later, they were down to the serious business of babymaking.

Exactly how that meet and greet came about is one those things Alex sincerely wishes she didn’t know.

But she does since she’s the one tasked with tracking Cat’s pregnancy and setting the birth protocols. She been careful to consider what light does for Kara and what it might do for her baby when it’s being brought into the world by a very human female. Probably nothing will happen, but with a possible light powered, super baby on the way, and a very human, very slightly built mother pushing fifty, Alex has opted for caution. Which means the best doctors, as little light as possible and her presence in a situation where she really doesn’t want to know some things.

“Just keep breathing,” Kara soothes, still rubbing Cat’s back gently. “And I don’t have sperm,” she adds, her easy-going mien slipping just a little. “I have...whatever it’s called, but it’s not sperm.” Winn’s jokes have left her a little sensitive on that front.

“I’m pregnant, aren’t I?” Cat demands at ear-piercing decibels. “By that goddamned demon sex toy of yours.”

Alex moans, wavers on her feet, and adds the invention of brain bleach to her to-do list.

“I want that damned dildo from hell burned!” Cat shrieks. Her jaw clamps tight as she fights a scream and buries her face in Kara’s shoulder. “Can you even kill Kryptonian Super Sperm or is it as invulnerable as the rest of you?” she demands, her voice nowhere near muffled enough for the comfort of anyone in the room. Or any of the neighboring rooms either. “Is it still out there even now waiting to impregnate some innocent passer-by?”

“You were hardly innocent...or passing by,” Kara points out even as she snuggles Cat protectively close and looks toward her sister, her eyes showing her fear. Any jokes or sarcasm aside, Cat and this baby are everything to her.

“They’re okay,” Alex assures her. “Vitals are good, no distress.”

“The hell there’s no distress,” Cat growls.

“Shhhh, you’re safe,” Kara soothes, still rubbing and feeling hopelessly helpless since she can’t do anything else.

“I love you,” Cat mumbles into Kara’s shoulder when the latest contraction eases. She settles a hand on her belly, feeling the ripple of muscle and the shape of their baby. “I know I’m yelling and I’m sorry and I love you both so much.” She sniffs at a sudden flow of tears, her hormones all over the map.

“I know,” Kara soothes and feels Cat’s other hand clamp down again as a fresh wave of pain hits and she snarls a fresh profanity. “Just breathe through it,” she encourages, petting pale hair tenderly and demonstrating the breathing pattern again in effort to get her through it. “You can do this.”

“Fuuuuuck,” Cat exhales in time with Kara’s slow breathing exercises. “Which is something we will not be doing anymore!” She gasps sharply, then pushes into Kara’s hold, her voice dropping to a whimper as the pain abates a little. “Hurts.” “I know.” Kara presses a soft kiss to her love’s temple, then turns a look toward Alex that shows her fear.

“You’re doing great,” her sister assures them both. “We’re in the home stretch.”

“Do not use the word stretch around me!” Cat shouts, then cringes under the force of another wave. “And you,” she glares at Kara, “plan on lots of celibacy!”

“Okay,” Kara murmurs and cuddles her lover.

“I mean it!”

“I know,” Kara says mildly, though she’s sure Cat doesn’t really. She quickly goes back to encouraging Cat to do the breathing exercises.

It takes another hour, then Baby Zor-El-Danvers-Grant enters the world and immediately giggles happily, ready for a new adventure.

“She’s definitely yours,” Alex drawls as she grins at her sister. A few quick medical procedures and she’s handed over for the ceremonial counting of fingers and toes. All are present and quickly accounted for.

Cat’s almost too exhausted to complain that it’s not fair for her to see her last considering she did most of the work of bringing her into this world. Almost.

So finally a tiny, wriggling form is settled into Cat’s arms. She’s pink, with a bit of blonde hair and already staring at the world through amazingly focused blue eyes.

Cat falls in love instantly, possibly faster than instantly if such a thing is possible, and given this baby has two mommies, one of whom can fly, don’t rule it out. “She’s worth it,” she whispers very softly and doesn’t even complain when Alex turns on the same sun lamps Kara uses for healing, just slips on sunglasses and smiles at Kara. “So worth it.”

Baby names are still under discussion as Cat has allowed a Kryptonian name would be acceptable, while simultaneously nixing anything Astra related. Not due to any remaining anger over the occasional attempt to take over the world so much as an absolute rule that, “You will not name my child anything that begins with ass. She has to go to school one day and I won’t saddle her with any of the nicknames that will result.”

“She’s beautiful,” Kara whispers, settling into place behind Cat and wrapping her arms around both of them. It’s hard to tell who looks more tired, her or Cat. “She looks like you,” she murmurs as she kisses Cat’s hair.

“She looks like a baby,” Cat scoffs, though she leans in to peer more closely at her daughter. “The most perfect baby ever, I’ll grant. Well, girl baby. Carter was the most perfect boy baby.” She peers more closely. “And if she looks like anyone, it’s you.” She tips her head to one side, smiling as the baby does likewise, though she adds a giggle for good measure. “She giggles. I don’t giggle.”

“I can make you giggle,” Kara disagrees and leans in close to whisper in Cat’s ear.

She earns a glare and a quick slap on the hand for her temerity. “That’s how we got in this position in the first place,” she chastises, though she’s smiling and no slappage follows when Kara whispers a few suggestions in her ear.

Alex fights a wave of nausea. Apparently the no-sex-ever-again rule will not be holding. Pity. Super anti-nausea meds get added to the to-do list right after brain bleach. “I’ll...uh...go let everyone know we’ve got a new member of the family,” she quickly interrupts. “That’ll give you two a few minutes alone.” And her a chance to grab some Maalox. “Maybe more than a few depending on how hard it is to get J’onn out from under headphones.” Like her, he learned things he didn’t want to know. Unlike her, he had the option of hiding. She directs a meaningful look Kara’s way, then slips out.

Happy, comfortable, and heavily medicated, Cat sinks back into Kara’s arms, trusting the younger woman to keep her safe. “She’s amazing,” she mumbles sleepily, unable to take her eyes from the tiny figure cuddled in her arms.

“So are you,” Kara sighs and smiles down at the woman in her arms.

Dark blonde brows rise as Cat casts a doubtful look Kara’s way. “I made a grown Martian cry.”

“Did it make the pain more bearable?” Kara knows her too well.

“A little,” Cat admits with a smirk.

She earns a chuckle and a soft kiss, then Kara reaches into a pocket and retrieves a small box. Opened, it reveals a pair of rings, the bands cast in ornate gold twists unlike anything Cat has ever seen.

“I was going to do this sooner, but what with alien attacks and Clark going a little wacko and...well...you know what all happened.” She casts a tender gaze on their child. “Then pumpkin here decided to come early and...well...I wasn’t sure of your answer there for a little while.”

Cat just stares.

“On Krypton these would be bracelets, but I figured on Earth, rings would be more appropriate...”

Cat blinks, still staring.

“And the jeweler did a really beautiful job keeping the basic design, just smaller,” Kara continues increasingly slowly, Cat’s silence leaving her uncertain. “They’re wedding rings,” she feels the need to explain at last.

Cat manages a stiff nod. There are tears in her eyes and she has to swallow hard against the tightness in her throat to have any prayer of speaking.

Kara, meanwhile, is beginning to panic. She’d thought the answer was foregone, but suddenly she’s having doubts. “I...uh...it’s—”

“Yes,” Cat says before she can utter another syllable. She considers pointing out she has four unsuccessful marriages under her belt, is mercurial and rude on her best day, and has a temper that can literally make grown men cry, but one thing she not, is stupid. “God, yes.”

It takes a moment for the answer to sink in, but finally it does and Kara beams. They’re still kissing when Alex returns with her mother, Carter, and J’onn in tow.

Eliza is over the moon over her first grandchild even if she still looks a little askance where Cat is concerned.

Carter takes one look and a second Grant heart is captured, though he’s almost scared to touch for fear of damaging this tiny creature that is his new sister. He sits on the bed next to his mother and cautiously plays fingertag, smiling when she quickly catches on to the game.

J’onn frowns and hangs back. He is family for Alex and Kara, but he’s uncertain about his place in this story, and slightly afraid of this strange woman with whom Kara has chosen to share her life. He’s a creature of rigid control and absolute calm.

She is not.

So when she looks at him and clears her throat, he freezes, wondering what fresh hell may be coming.

“Sorry for...y’know...earlier,” she mumbles without specifying any more than that. Best some things never get repeated. “I don’t handle pain well.”

He nods stiffly.

“We’d like you to be her godfather,” Kara inserts into the moment, smiling at his surprise. “She couldn’t have better,” she adds.

He’s surprised when Cat nods her agreement. “Kara has told me how much you’ve helped her.” They share a look. “And we’d be grateful.” After all, given her parents, she’s likely to get in some trouble along the way.

He draws closer, studying mother and child. The baby in her arms is tinier than any Martian child, and even as a Kryptonian hybrid, likely weaker, but she is his family. On Mars, no adult would show a false face to a newborn of any import. Tradition holds that if a baby sees a true face, they will always know family no matter how they appear, so he shifts, no longer showing his borrowed human face. He suddenly understands his unofficial, almost-daughter’s love for this woman when she shows no surprise or revulsion and simply tips the baby in her arms his way with no shyness or uncertainty.

“This is your Uncle J’onn,” she tells the baby. “Which is apparently more complicated to spell than it sounds like, but that’s okay.” She shrugs. “Most people don’t understand apostrophes, and he’s otherwise a very good man.”

Kara grins broadly and adds. “And you can always trust him.”

He reaches out, and while the tiny hands that grab for his fingers in no way replace his lost children, some of the void that still remains is filled. Later, he will deny it, but his voice is thick and ragged when he simply says, “Thank you. She’ll always have my protection.”

Then Cat is tired and slightly rude as she shoos them out with the excuse the baby needs her rest. In reality, the baby is giggly and adores the crowd and it is her mamas who need the sleep.

Alex offers to dim the lights, but Cat waves her off. “You said it’s good for her,” she mumbles and pulls a sleep mask on, then snuggles into Kara’s protective arms. She’s asleep in moments.

Later there will be more visitors and well wishes and even a few presents. Winn brings a specially designed laptop marked, ‘Baby’s First Computer’ while James appears with book of hand designed coupons for photography lessons and help choosing a first camera. Vasquez’ gift is immediately confiscated and removed to a high security weapons locker. Olivia sends letters written with an eye to getting baby Zor-El-Danvers-Grant into the very best preschool, grade school, high school, and universities (undergraduate, post graduate, and doctoral), and an IOU for updated versions once she has a name. Clark sends a baby sized supersuit and a note complaining that they’re now available at Walmart and he gets no licensing fees. Lois sends birth control pills and note that simply says, ‘Haha’.

And Alastra Elmyra (though her family privately spells it El Mayarah) Hope Zor-El-Danvers-Grant (Danvers-Grant to non-family) gets two adoring parents and a family almost as extended as her name.

And they all live happily.

Well, until Zod shows up.

#Supercat #pink rabbit productions #PinkRabbitPro Writing #Yes I went there #pregnancy fic

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pinkrabbitpro · 8 years ago

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Title: I’ll Be There Author: Pink Rabbit Productions AO3 Link Summary: Cat’s hurt, Kara’s caring for her. Mostly a short exercise in present tense. Barely edited, so all errors are my own.

I’ll Be There

Cat’s a bloody mess when Kara finds her, none of it gushing, but cuts, scratches, and bruises seem to litter every inch of exposed skin, and her clothes are torn enough that a lot more is exposed than normal. It takes everything she has to simply land close and not reach for Cat as the older woman leans heavily against the wall at her back.

“Supergirl,” Cat exhales with the last of her breath. The cricket bat she was clutching slips from her fingers, the blunt end hitting with a sharp crack before it topples and rattles to the tile floor of the CatCo copy room nearest her office. Then Cat’s knees are buckling and she’s sliding down the wall. Unable to hold back any longer, Kara rushes forward, her touch as gentle as she knows how to make it as she cushions Cat’s collapse. “I’ve got you,” she whispers near the other woman’s ear and allows herself the luxury of leaning close enough to breathe in Cat’s scent, feel the warmth of her and hear the beat of her heart. “You’re safe now.” Grunting something incoherent, Cat lets her head fall forward, resting heavily against Kara’s shoulder. Toggling on her two-way, Kara is quick to notify J’onn who is helping in the search. “J’onn, Cat’s here. She’s beat to hell, but alive—” “You should see the other guy,” Cat mumbles, her voice thick and heavily slurred. Raising an arm to point toward the far copy machine, she leans back enough to nod the same direction. Following the line of her arm, Kara peers at, then through several copiers, tensing as she sees dim outline of a lumpy shape on the other side. It takes a beat for her to realize it’s a slumped body, then another to look through flesh enough to realize there’s no blood flow and the heart isn’t beating. Not just unconscious, dead. She swallowed hard. “Looks like the bad guys are down one,” she told Hank. “Three,” Cat corrects her, shrugging when Kara rears back to stare at her with a wide eyed look. She settles a hand on Kara’s chest, needing the comfort of her strength as she explains, “Carter was here when they arrived. No time to play nice.” Catching slim shoulders in her hands, Kara keeps Cat upright, her voice urgent. “Where is he?” “Safe room.” Cat shakes her head dazedly. A confused frown. “You have a safe room?” “Behind the monitors in my office. Lead lined.” Kara had just assumed it was all the shielding for the electronics gear that interfered with her view. “J’onn—” “I heard,” he responds instantly and she can hear the rush of air as he flies that way. “He’s there with a woman...your friend...” Despite her condition there’s a frosty note to Cat’s voice that puzzles Kara, but it’s not something she has time to worry about. “...the brunette with the armor...from myriad,” Cat adds, sounding put out. She’s never appreciated Supergirl’s refusal to explain the identities of assorted people who weave around in her wake. “She broke in looking for—” “Alex?” Supergirl exhales sharply and it takes effort to keep from tightening her hold on Cat’s shoulders. “How? Was she hurt?” ��Busted ankle, pretty out of it from a head injury, but no major bleeding. Carter and I got her into the safe room—” “And you—” These assholes showed up...had to keep them from finding Carter,” Cat says as though going after her attackers with a cricket bat was the only answer. Her head droops forward as she leans against Supergirl’s shoulder again. “Bastards had an RPG.” A tremor slides through Kara and she cups the back of Cat’s head, her touch achingly tender. “They were after Alex,” she whispers near Cat’s ear. “Woulda killed her.” And it wouldn’t have been pretty. “You too.” And she finds herself wrapping her arms around the smaller woman, clinging to her and burying her face in silky blonde hair as it begins to sink in what she could have lost. “We got here as soon as we could,” she all but sobs. “I found the room,” J’onn informs Kara. His tone would sound stiff and formal to many, but she knows him well enough to hear the worry in the calm tone. With her head resting on Kara’s shoulder, their ears close together, Cat hears him as well. “It opens by—” A noisy crash over the headset interrupts her making it obvious J’onn has gone for the fastest route. “You’re paying for that, y’know,” Cat mumbles, then tenses, her head coming up off Kara’s shoulder as a boy’s cry is audible over Kara’s earpiece. “Carter.” “I won’t let you hurt her,” Carter shouts, his voice small and tinny over the comm, but still distinct enough to be recognizable. “Let me talk to him,” Cat orders Kara, summoning her imperial tone as she holds out a hand. Kara hands her comm over even as Cat demands, “You trust this man?” “With my life.” Also there is literally nothing Carter could do if J’onn wasn’t a good guy. She doesn’t mention that part. “Hand your radio or whatever to my son,” Cat commands as she tucks the earpiece in. “Carter, it’s Mom—” Using super hearing to listen in, Kara hears a small sigh—J’onn—then Carter’s excited voice. “Mom!” “Carter, the man with you is a friend of Supergirl’s. You can trust him.” “He’s green, Mom,” Carter says, sounding very uncertain about the concept. Blonde brows snap upward as Cat peers at Kara the question unspoken, but obvious. “He’s kind of a Martian,” Kara explains with a shrug. “But I’d trust him with everything I hold dear.” A quick nod, then Cat’s speaking again. “He’s an alien...like Supergirl, and he’s her friend.” Supergirl is always a magic word for the boy. “Okay.” Magic or not, he still sounds unsure, but he’s going along with it. “You do what he tells you,” she instructs him, though her voice is fading fast and Kara can feel the way Cat’s muscles are quivering as she struggles to stay upright. Adrenaline and terror are all that’s kept her going this long, and those are running out fast. “You can trust him...” Feeling Cat tremble with increasing weakness, Kara tugs the smaller woman against her body as she starts a slow motion collapse. It’s a testament to her condition that the blonde makes no effort to argue. Every touch achingly careful, Kara slowly scoops the injured woman into her arms while Cat just sags into the solidity of Kara’s body and loops an arm around her neck. Her voice little more than a soft grunt, she says, “need t’see my son.” “We will,” Kara assures her and is just rising when she hears J’onn’s voice again. “I’m with Alex and she’s—” “Fine,” Alex interrupts in the background, her tone firm, though her voice is weaker than normal. “I’m fine. Did that idiot actually go after those guys while I was out?” “Yeah, kinda,” Kara sighs. “She got at least one of them, maybe more.” She peers down at Cat worriedly, but a quick scan doesn’t reveal any severe injuries despite all the cuts and bruises. But she’s not taking chances. “We’re going to drop by so she can see Carter’s okay, then I’m taking her to the hospital.” Every move calculated to limit any risk of further injury to the woman in her arms, Kara lifts off. She can keep the ride much smoother by flying. “Take her to the DEO instead,” Alex tells her. “They can do a more thorough job of checking her for anything unusual.” She knows how her sister feels about Cat Grant and while she wouldn’t claim to understand it, she will do anything she can to protect the other woman. She understands protecting Cat is protecting Kara. Plus now she owes her on a more personal level. The woman could have hidden. If someone had asked Alex, she would have guessed that would be her response. She certainly wouldn’t have predicted a heroic move or taking out the bad guys. Then Kara and Cat are arriving at her office and Carter’s rushing forward with a frightened cry. “Mom!” “M’alright,” Cat mumbles, though she can barely lift her head from Kara’s shoulder. She drops her hand to Carter’s head to gently fingercomb soft curls. “I’m fine,” she assures her son who looks doubtful. “She’ll be okay,” Kara assures him with a gentle smile. “She’d better be,” Alex growls as she stumbles out of the safe room behind Carter, clinging to J’onn for support. Even from a distance, it’s obvious she wouldn’t be going anywhere without help. Her injured leg hangs at an ugly angle from the knee down. “Or so help me I’ll kick her ass for being such a dumbass.” Dark hair is matted to her head and dramatic brown streaks flow away from her hairline on the left side. As her gaze falls on Cat, she flinches, her expression twisted by equal measures of anger and guilt. “Idiot,” she whispers almost inaudibly. “Alex, not now,” Kara hisses with a tiny nod to Carter who looks ready to cry. A hard flinch rattles Alex who glances at the boy and flinches again. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I just meant...” She trails off momentarily, then tries to explain, “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here. Certainly not them. Isn’t she supposed to be in Europe or something?.” Then she looks up at Kara, silently pleading for forgiveness. “I wouldn’t have put them at risk.” “I know.” Kara glances down at Cat, who seems to grow heavier with every passing beat, not yet unconscious, but close enough. “I need to go now,” she whispers, her voice tight with unshed tears. When she looks up, it’s J’onn who gets her attention this time. He’s the one most likely to understand how torn she feels between the woman in her arms, her sister, and the boy. Nodding his understanding, he settles his free hand on Carter’s shoulder and firms his hold on Alex’s waist as he assures her, “I’ll see to both of them.” “Thank you,” Kara exhales heavily, and pivots, grateful when Carter rushes ahead and pushes the balcony doors open. His eyes are wide and scared. “She’s gonna be okay,” Kara tries to reassure him, smiling as he nods bravely. Then, with a nod, she tucks Cat more firmly against the protection of her body, lifts off and flies as fast as she can without risking more damage to the woman in her arms. She arrives at the midtown DEO facility in less than two minutes and slips in through the shielded hatch that opens for her as she arrives. A gurney and a medical team are already waiting when she lands and the hands that reach to help her settle Cat are as gentle as her own. Word’s already out that Cat Grant risked her all to save Agent Danvers, and Alex is popular. Cat’s utterly limp by then so she stands there, helplessly watching as the doctors wheel her away, wondering if she’s lied to Carter in reassuring him. She’s never seen Cat Grant look small and helpless before and it’s terrifying. “It’ll be all right,” a gentle voice breaks in on Kara’s darkest fears and she spins to find Vasquez standing a little ways back. “A team is bringing in Alex and the kid. You should probably meet them. He’ll be scared.” She pats Kara’s shoulder and adds a gentle shove toward the doors to get her moving. “I’ll let you know if there’s any news.” Kara manages a stiff nod, and scrubs away her tears before hurrying off to receive them when they arrive.

* * * * * *

The first thing Cat becomes aware of is voices, worried and speaking fast, the tones registering more than any actual words. Something is very wrong and she tries to claw her way up to consciousness to demand to know what’s going on, but when she tries the pain hits and she sinks again, not fighting when the darkness takes her. If time passes after that, she is mostly unaware. There are brief moments when she hears more voices, gentle and coaxing this time, calling to her, but when she tries to reach them, the pain returns and she has no choice but to retreat. Then suddenly she’s back in her body and aware of background sounds of people moving, things rattling faintly, wheels rolling nearby. Hospital sounds, she suddenly realizes. Hospital? Why would she... Then she remembers the sudden power outage, the bloodied and beaten brunette staggering through the empty bullpen in a supposedly empty building. She also remembers the terror of running around the CatCo building like some idiot hero, not to mention the dull crunch and shattering resistance of a cricket bat delivered to a man’s skull. She could have done without that last one. It’s knowledge she really didn’t need, but she feels no regret. After all, he would have killed all of them if given a chance. Oh, she supposes she could have hidden with Carter and left the brunette, Alex?, on her own, but she remembers that night battling Non. On the verge of dying and she’d been oddly exultant after the long hug with Supergirl, thinking perhaps she wasn’t the only one with deep feelings. But the odd high of that moment had come to a bruising crash only a little later at the radio station when she’d seen the brunette attack and Supergirl’s refusal to fight back even to save herself. In that moment she’d known she never really had a chance. Supergirl, Kara, whoever she is, would rather die than risk harming the other woman. That’s love and Cat has to respect that even if she’d had to flee National City for a bit to survive it. So there she was, having snuck into town to retrieve a few things from her office, and hell landed on her doorstep in the form of a woman loved by someone she cared for far too much. Yes, she could have walked away from the woman and saved herself. No one would have blamed her given the viciousness of the pursuers. But as difficult as she can be—which is very difficult indeed—she’s never been one to cheat like that. And now she’s a bloody mess and everything hurts and she can only wonder what happened after everything went black. Which is why she really should open her eyes and find out what the hell she got herself into. Finally she manages, squinting and blind as a bat, the room dark enough to make it hard to make out much of anything. She feels the sticky discomfort of things glued to her chest and the brush of trailing wires, then notices the monitor to one side of the bed with its ever-changing numbers and patterns silently tracking her vital signs. She’s getting fluids too, and judging by the dullness of the ache in her body and the fuzziness of her thinking, probably a fair dose of something meant to kill pain as well. Then a soft sound draws her gaze to her side where dark gold hair is splayed across the mattress near her hip. Supergirl. She’s sitting in a chair pulled tight to the bed, folded over with her arms resting on the mattress, and her head pillowed on her arms. She’s wearing a sweatshirt, but Cat recognizes that hair where it tumbles around her in loose waves. She appears to be sound asleep. For the longest moment, Cat can do nothing but stare at the girl like she’s some strange wild thing who might dart away at any moment, then she carefully lifts her hand. Ignoring the runners of pain every bit of movement brings, she reaches out, just barely touching cool, silky hair so soft it’s the first thing that hasn’t hurt since she woke. She earned this, she thinks as she strokes very softly, hardly even making contact. She saved Supergirl’s love. Surely that merits this one tiny thing just for herself. Not even Supergirl herself could begrudge her that much. Besides, she is so tired and everything hurts and it feels so nice to just sit like this and pet burnished gold silk and soak in the wonder that she’s still alive. The pleasure is a soft and tender kind and she quickly loses all sense of time and place until an odd sensation crawls down her spine and she realizes she’s not alone. Cat tips her gaze up and freezes, half expecting brown eyes to reflect hostility as she realizes she’s been caught. Kara’s lover is here, standing in the doorway, silently watching her. She has no idea how long the woman’s been there. She half expects a measure of hostility, so it’s jarring to see only kindness and a bit of worry reflected in her dark gaze. There’s certainly no fear there. The brunette isn’t the least bit jealous, and her utter confidence kills some tiny piece of Cat that still maintained an unwanted bit of hope that maybe Supergirl might... She doesn’t let herself finish the thought, just freezes as a worried frown creases her brow. She opens her mouth, gnaws on her lower lips, then finds herself doing something she almost never sinks to, apologizing. “I’m sorry,” she whispers guiltily, finally pulling her hand back to her chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “Kara,” the brunette says very softly before Cat can get any farther. “She’s awake.” Somehow it hurts even worse that her eyes are so kind and Cat’s so lost for a second that she misses the way Supergirl’s knifes upright until incredibly gentle fingers stroke her cheek. “Cat,” the hero croaks. “You’re awake.” Her voice is small and thick, almost like she’s had a cold or too many nights without sleep or is way too hung over. Blue eyes move this way and that, running over Cat with near-physical intensity. “You’re awake,” she whispers again, then glances back for a brief second. “Alex, get Carter. He’ll want—” “He’s sound asleep,” the brunette over-rides Supergirl, though her tone is soft and painfully gentle. She nods toward Cat. “He can wait a few minutes. You need to explain what’s happened and who I am.” Supergirl looks confused, but Cat feels her heart contract as she gets it. She realizes it’s probably not marking her territory so much as letting an unwanted suitor down easily, but it makes her stomach twist into stressed knots. She doesn’t really want to hear how happily in love they are. Not that she isn’t happy for them. She loves the girl—and god help her, it is love, not just lust—and she wants only the best for her, but she’s doesn’t really want to hear the details. Not even a little bit because hearing how happy they are might just break her as well as her heart. “Really, you don’t need to...” Cat mumbles weakly and waves her hand ever so slightly in an effort to make it go away. “I understand and I won’t...” Won’t what, she wonders even as the words leave her mouth. Won’t bother them? Of course not. Won’t harbor some measure of silly hope? Well, she’s not entirely sure she can avoid that. Even knowing she shouldn’t, she can’t resist a quick look at Supergirl, taking in the smooth curves of perfect bone structure and vivid blue eyes. No, there will be no avoiding some stray hope no matter how hard she tries. “Kara,” the brunette says again, nodding to indicate Cat, “you need to tell her...everything.” Kara, yes, of course it’s Kara. Cat knew that, really, even if she mostly overlooked it once the girl made it clear she would lie to protect the separation between them, and while those lies stung, Cat knows it was her own fault. She screwed up there. The irony is she loves Kara as well, and is almost disappointed to hear she was right and they really are one and the same. It often seemed that she might be just a bit in love with Cat and sometimes she fantasized that now that they no longer had a direct work relationship, something else might develop. Which is one more reason she’s seriously considering requesting a Lexapro when she realizes Kara and the brunette are speaking, using the coded language of two people who know each other and their subject well, so feel no need for precision or explanations. “Alex, this really isn’t the time—” “Actually, it’s exactly the time,” the brunette—Cat is rather relieved to hear that her memory of that much is correct—disagrees firmly. “She needs to understand...everything.” Kara flinches, her body language all Kara and none of Supergirl. In that moment, it strikes Cat how very different the two versions of her are. Kara is careful and scared and ready to run while Supergirl stands straighter, her stride almost a swagger, her body language broader and confident that she owns whatever space she cares to. “I don’t think I can...” the girl whispers. “I don’t want her to hate me.” Suddenly Cat understands. Kara, always so kind, has noticed her feelings and doesn’t want to lose their friendship by openly rejecting her. That realization makes her love both of them a little more. Which isn’t really ideal all things considered. She sighs softly. “You really don’t need to explain,” she inserts, her voice smaller than she’s heard it since she was a child. “I’m very happy for you and I certainly won’t—” “Oh, for—” Alex growls, then snaps her mouth shut with a sharp clack of teeth. Grumbling something Cat is sure isn’t a compliment under her breath, she storms forward, impressive given her right leg is buckled into a thick brace that runs from ankle to mid hip and she has to use crutches to keep from toppling with every step. As she reaches Cat’s bedside, she leans on the crutch and thrusts her right hand forward. “Alex Danvers,” she introduces herself. Cat just stares, though her hand rises of its own accord to meet what turns out to be a very light, very gentle handshake. Dark eyes roll, but Alex doesn’t utter any snarky remarks. Cat suspects that requires effort. “Kara Danvers’ older sister,” Alex adds at a brisk pace. She nods to indicate Kara. “And yes, Kara and Supergirl are one and the same.” Cat blinks as she struggles to parse the words and make sense of it. “Alex,” Kara pleads in a very small voice. “And they are both hopelessly in love with you...” Cat’s gaze swings back to Kara who looks like she might just melt into a puddle of embarrassment. Alex continues after a beat, her tone gentling again. “You’ve been unconscious for almost four days.” “You were poisoned,” Kara breaks in, expression shifting from guilt-ridden to angry in a blink, her gaze suddenly so intense her eyes are almost glowing with primal rage. It’s a comfort to Cat that even though her anger visibly swells, Kara’s touch remains careful as she reaches out to stroke Cat’s cheek. “She hasn’t left your side,” Alex tells Cat. “I just wanted you to understand how much she values your life...enough to go sleepless and barely eat a thing. Do you have any idea the emotional turmoil it takes for her to stop eating?” she asks, pointing at Kara’s visible exhaustion. “So you need to be more careful from now on. My sister loves you and you’ve got a great kid and if you ever do anything that stupid again, I will personally kick your ass all the way to the county line—” “Alex!” Kara yelps, clearly appalled. Alex shrugs, her tone not quite joking as she explains, “I just wanted to make sure the rules are understood. She’s not allowed to get herself killed.” Her gaze swings back to Cat and the teasing bravado slips to reveal the aftermath of both enormous fear and overwhelming guilt. “Seriously, don’t ever do that again,” she begs. “Even if you did manage to take out three of the bastards.” Her mouth twists into a smirk of admiration. “You’ve gotta tell me how you did that sometime.” She shakes herself and straightens her shoulders, her tone lightening again. “And now you two need to talk. I’m gonna go get Carter and bring him to you. Probably take fifteen to twenty minutes.” Despite the restriction of crutches and a leg brace, she exits surprisingly quickly. As Alex disappears, Cat hears Kara drew in a deep breath. Her eyes downcast, she starts to lean back in her chair. “Don’t,” Cat whispers before she can think about it and catches Kara’s hand. It’s broader than her own, the muscles heavier, the bones thicker. In that moment, she can feel the strength coiled in alien sinew, but feels no fear. She trusts Kara completely never to use it against her. “Please, don’t go,” she adds after a beat, then it’s her turn to look down as she struggles to find the nerve to ask, “Do you really...” she pauses, “...love me?” The question is scared and uncertain and she can list all the reasons she can’t quite believe it would be true, but even so, she allows herself to hope. “God, Cat,” Kara gasps, and touches her again, the contact feather light, but warm and real as she lays her free hand along Cat’s cheek. “More than...” She doesn’t finish, just drags in a deep breath and shakes her head as a hard shudder rattles through her. “When you didn’t wake up and...” Kara’s voice breaks painfully. “They weren’t sure you would for awhile,” she admits through thick tears and ducks her head, hiding behind her hair as it spills around her face. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Despite the ache every movement causes, Cat reaches out, resting her hand on burnished gold hair. “Not your fault,” she whispers, neither wanting nor liking what sounds like guilt. “Feels like it is,” Kara husks, shoulders trembling as she draws in a ragged breath. She looks up then, her eyes redder than Cat has ever seen them. “I should have been there sooner, should have protected you...” “I know you,” Cat says by way of disagreement. “You would have been if you could have been.” “I would have,” Kara swears with the seriousness of a judge taking an oath. She strokes Cat’s cheek again, her skin amazingly soft, her touch light as a butterfly’s kiss. “I love you, you know. I’d do anything for you.” For all the physical pain, Cat feels like maybe she could start flying all on her own and she finds herself grinning like a damn fool even though it hurts like hell. “How about a drink. I’d kill for a bourbon, but I’m guessing I’m limited water.” Kara chuckles softly and moves to grab a nearby pitcher. “Crushed ice for the moment,” she explains and steps close again, carefully using a plastic spoon to drizzle half melted chips past bruised lips until Cat waves her off. Already exhausted, Cat sinks into the mattress. “Hold me?” she sighs, feeling small and scared and in need of comfort. A worried frown creases the girl’s brow and she flinches. “I don’t want hurt you.” “You won’t,” Cat mumbles and uses her hold on Kara’s hand to tug her closer, smiling as the girl floats above her, then carefully slips her free hand away from Cat’s cheek to ease it around the top of her head, snuggling her very lightly. Another gentle tug draws Kara close enough that their bodies just barely brush and she can feel the comforting warmth of the girl. “You’re going to be all right,” Kara breathes over and over in a soothing mantra as she slowly pets Cat’s hair. Cat turns a little toward the comfort of Kara’s body, sighing heavily and sinking deeper into the mattress. They’re still like that when Alex and Carter appear in the doorway. “Mom,” the boy murmurs, his voice soft, his tone heartfelt. If seeing Kara floating above his mother is at all surprising, he doesn’t let on. In fact, he seems glad to see her. “Careful,” Kara reminds him when he leans in to share a barely there hug with his mother. “You’re okay.” He glances at Kara, then Alex for confirmation. “I’ll be fine...just a little...tired,” Cat sighs, her eyelids suddenly feeling painfully heavy. “You’re a hero, you know,” Carter tells her as he takes up Kara’s vacated chair. “Hardly,” she mumbles, thinking it’s hardly heroic to sneak around bashing people from behind while deathly terrified. “No, you are,” he insists and she doesn’t argue this time. After that, they talk a bit, but mostly the sisters reassure the boy while Cat increasingly just floats. She’s half asleep when Alex gently urges the boy out. Kara is still floating a little above and to her side and she reaches up to idly stroke a soft cheek. Sleep is tugging at her, pulling her down, but this darkness is warm and friendly, not dangerous or clawing. “You’ll be here when I wake up?” she asks Kara, who nods. “Forever, if you’ll have me,” the girl promises. A tired smile curves Cat’s lips as she tugs Kara’s hand to her chest. “Forever,” she confirms and escapes into slumber, confident Kara will still there when she wakes.

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The Favor: Or What’s a Girl Like You Doing On a Night Like This? -- in the final chapter Regina and Emma return to the House on Mifflin after events at Granny's. Henry learns about his mothers’ new relationship and meets the newest members of the family.

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Chasing Fog -- Chapter Fourteen - The aftermath of Catwoman’s heroics leave Alex and Kara wondering who the new hero in town might be, Cat with a new task from her mysterious benefactor and Barbara Gordon and Carter scared.

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Late by Pink Rabbit Productions Author’s Note: I completely forgot this and only ran across it because @spaceshipsarecool tagged me to post the first sentence of my last twenty fics (I’m working on it), so I owe a thanks for that (or y’all can blame her if it annoys you...I kid, I kid, the horror is all my doing as are the typos). read it on AO3 Read it on FFnet

Cat was late.

Kara Danvers tamped down the unease that shivered down her spine as she barely resisted the urge to look at her watch again as though that would make Cat appear. Even fifteen years after arriving on earth, she still had issues when people she cared for weren’t where they were supposed to be. She knew it was irrational, that if nothing else, traffic in National City was problematic at best, but she couldn’t help it, she worried.

She pushed off any temptation to give in to guilt over her over-reaction to the stress of worrying about someone. Given her history, she knew it wasn’t surprising. As an adolescent, she’d seen her entire world die, then been separated from the baby cousin she was supposed to be responsible for. She still didn’t know if he’d even made it to earth. Added to that, her arrival on earth had come with a crash that had left several people at a secret government facility dead.

Pure luck and Jeremiah Danvers had saved her from government custody and given her a home, a forged identity, and loving adoptive parents, even an infant sister two years later.

But still, she worried, particularly not when something or someone was important to her. She had a deep seeded terror of losing the people she loved.

And she was falling in love with Cat Grant. Or maybe that should be, had fallen in love with Cat Grant.

It had only been a little over a month since the up and coming media mogul swept into her life at an art show. Cat had been looking for an artist to handle several installation pieces for a new office building. She’d been a bit frosty and officious, though she’d described Kara’s work as beautiful, then added it was just too overwhelming for what she needed. She’d turned a sharp gaze Kara’s way and inquired if she could produce something a bit blander.

The money was good and Kara was tempted, but she’d been honest. She didn’t do bland, no matter how gorgeous Cat was. She’d meant to annoy the other woman with what she expected to be unwelcome flirtation. That had begun and back and forth dance that had nothing to do with either woman’s work and everything to do with the women themselves.

And it was a two-way street. They were as close to opposites as two people could be, but could always find something to talk about

It only took until the third date before they fell into bed, and another week before it was painfully obvious this was serious.

Kara was contemplating taking her home to meet her family, while Cat promised not to.

Digging out her cell phone, she peered at it, checking for a message that wasn’t there almost obsessively. “C’mon, Cat,” she whispered a little desperately, barely tamping down the urge to fly and hunt for her.

She briefly considered calling Eliza or Jeremiah—not that there was anything they could do, but they were both good at talking her out of emotional tail spins—but her adopted parents had enough problems with her little sister Alex, who at fifteen was going into full on bratty-teenager mode with a vengeance. So far, that had included more than a little resentment directed Kara’s way over any time their parents spent with her that Alex regarded as ignoring her. If she called, it was likely to just start another fight and make everything worse. She adored the younger girl, and considered her a real sister, but Alex’s resentments had left her wondering if it was mutual even if her parents insisted it was just a phase.

So she put the phone back down, though she kept an eye on it, hoping for some kind of contact. When a bartender skimmed by a few minutes later, she ordered a whiskey sour even though it wouldn’t do a damn thing to settle her mood like it might have a human. It would keep her hands busy and the burn on her throat would be a distraction.

More minutes and a half dozen more checks of her phone passed until she was just barely remaining seated when a shiver of awareness slid down her spine. Twisting in the booth, she heaved a sigh of relief and experienced a wave of weakness as her eyes laid on the willowy figure standing in the doorway.

Kara waved, grinning when she saw Cat look her way, but every sense went on high alert as a wan smile was directed her way and the other woman almost seemed to stagger. Kara pushed to her feet and would have gone to her, but Cat waved her off and shook her head, instead weaving through the tightly packed tables to finally sink into the booth opposite Kara with a tired sigh.

Nothing about Cat’s behavior was easing Kara’s fears. “You okay?” she asked worriedly as she retook her seat. She peered closely, studying the other woman carefully. There were dark circles under her eyes and she paler than normal. “You look awfully...tired...”

“I’m...” Cat began only to trail off and start over. “I’ll be fine.”

Which wasn’t exactly a denial there was a problem. Kara’s heartrate elevated and she took a long pull from her drink while Cat signaled a waitress.

“Your usual, Miss Grant?” she asked politely.

Cat’s complexion took on a faintly green tint and she shook her head. “A cola...the real thing, with sugar,” she clarified, “over crushed ice and maybe some pretzels...something salty.

If the waitress was surprised by the request, she didn’t let it show. “The bar has cola syrup and shaved ice, if you’d prefer.”

Cat nodded. “That would be perfect.”

Kara watched the waitress slip off, then peered at Cat with a worried frown. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Just a little queasy.” Cat massaged her temple slowly.

“Headache?”

“Something like that,” Cat said distantly and took out her phone, quick scrolling through her messages with unusual attention.

With every passing moment, Kara found herself getting more concerned. Cat wasn’t always the most publicly demonstrative person, but there was a sudden distance between them that she didn’t understand at all. Cat had been a little off for a couple of days, but not like this. “Have I done something?” the words were out of her mouth before she could call them back.

Cat’s chin snapped up and her brows drew into a frown. “No,” she said quickly. She shut her phone down and tossed it in her purse. “No, Kara, you haven’t done anything wrong...at all...” she clarified, her voice soft and serious. “It’s just...” she trailed off and took a deep breath. “There are some things going on right now...” Again the words petered out.

Her drink order arrived, delaying any further comment and leaving Kara even more jittery. She thought she’d finally found something real of her own, and her instincts were screaming a dozen different warnings that she might lose it and she wasn’t sure she could survive that..

“Thank you.” Cat nodded to waitress, took a pretzel and began delicately nibbling.

The waitress offered a sympathetic smile. “Been there, sweetie, let me know if I can get you anything else.”

Kara stared after the woman with a confused expression, something about her comment, as though she knew something Kara didn’t, set her teeth on edge. Her hand fisted where it sat the table and she shook ever so slightly. Stress. She didn’t handle uncertainty well. She stared down at the tight fist for a long moment, concentrating on relaxing the muscles, and opening her fingers.

The waitress left, but Cat remained quiet, nibbling on a pretzel and taking an occasional spoonful of the slushy in front of her. Her gaze was distant, her expression unreadable.

“Cat,” she said after several long moments of uncomfortable silence, “what’s wrong?”

The blonde blinked and shook herself, then peered at Kara as though just remembering she was there. “I’m sorry...I...” She swallowed hard. “I meant to do a better job of this...but I...I don’t quite know what to say...” she admitted.

Kara’s heart slammed against the inside of her ribs as the realization hit her that this was about to blow up like everything good in her life always seemed to. “Please, Cat...just tell me,” she begged.

Green eyes slid closed for a moment and Cat nodded. Another hard swallow made her throat bob. “I saw my doctor this morning...”

A very tiny step from panicking, Kara fisted her hands tightly and managed a stiff nod of understanding as a dozen hideous scenarios occurred all at once. In all of them Cat was sick or dying. None of her terror was eased by the way Cat closed her eyes and seemed to tremble, her expression full of what seemed like terror to Kara. “What...” was all she managed to ask before her voice cracked and failed her.

Cat took a deep breath.

Kara reached for her hand and would have enfolded it in a gentle grasp, but Cat carefully pulled her hand back, her expression twisted into a rictus of pain.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered very softly.

Utterly paralyzed, Kara could only stare. The truth was so far off of what she expected, it took several seconds just to parse the meaning of the words.

While Kara froze, Cat started speaking in a rush, adrenaline making her pulse spike and her thoughts run out of control as she was beset by guilt and shame even though, objectively speaking, she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. “I’m sorry,” she apologized too quickly. She couldn’t even look at Kara. “It happened before I met you...I didn’t cheat, I swear. I’ve always been irregular and I just didn’t realize how long it had been and please believe me, I haven’t even looked at anyone else since we started seeing each other.” She ran out of air and dragged in a breath as she was driven to try and explain. “It was at a media convention in Vegas...he’s someone I’ve known for years...and I...I didn’t know this would happen and I’m so sorry,” she said again.

Kara couldn’t think, couldn’t function. She thought of the way Cat had carefully pulled her hand free and saw it as a rejection. She was losing again. Cat had gotten pregnant by some man she knew and he’d probably sweep into the picture and take her and the baby away. “I-I j-just want you to know how much I’ve enjoyed our time together...” Kara babbled, so busy staring at her hands she didn’t see the way Cat flinched. “I’m really grateful I met you...”

Cat nodded. “I understand,” she exhaled. She gnawed on her lower lip. “I...uh...I hope the studio showing goes well for you. You’re an amazing artist and...and I hope everyone realizes that.” She pushed to her feet with effort.

Barely holding back a sob, Kara nodded. “I hope you two are very happy,” she said, her voice a ragged shadow of itself.

Cat pivoted back, brows drawn into a confused frown. “What?”

“You and the baby’s father...I want you to know I wish you both all the best. You deserve it,” Kara whispered, her voice increasingly rough.

Cat stared, head cocking to one side as she considered her lover. She shook her head a little dazedly. “He loathes me,” she said with a soft, bitter laugh. “Thinks I’m lying and this is all some plot I cooked up to snag him into my web.” She snorted disgustedly. “Like I’m some desperate, obsessive...” She fell silent and a tear spilled onto her cheek. “Never mind,” she muttered. “This isn’t your problem...” she whispered and spun away.

“Cat, wait,” Kara called out before she had time to think.

Her back to Kara, Cat froze, so she didn’t see the other woman rise or even realize she’d moved until she felt Kara step up behind her.

“What if I wanted to make it my problem?” Kara whispered almost inaudibly.

A tiny shudder worked its way through Cat and she exhaled a tiny sob. “I...” she managed to croak, then her voice seized up and she couldn’t say another word.

“I love you,” Kara confessed. “If you don’t want to be with me, that’s okay, but if you do, then this doesn’t have to end things.”

“I won’t give it away or get an abortion,” Cat insisted. “I’m a package deal now.”

“I get that,” Kara said quickly. “And I want you to know that I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want to...never.”

Cat pivoted to stare at Kara with a sad look. She was silent for a long moment, then finally, she spoke softly. “Kara, I’m going to have a baby...I can’t ask you to—”

“You’re not asking,” Kara insisted. She paused to try and clarify her thoughts before beginning again. “Being with you is the first time in my adult life that I’ve felt like I had someone. I don’t want to lose that—”

“And the baby?” Cat demanded, incredulous.

“I guess that depends on what you’re comfortable with, but I like kids,” Kara offered. “I...I was supposed to...” She trailed off, remembering the baby cousin she’d been sent to raise and protect because even as a child, the computers judged her able to care for him. She’d missed him so much. She shook that thought off as she realized Cat was staring. “I helped raise my baby sister,” she said, switching to a safer topic. She reached out and stroked Cat’s cheek tenderly. “This baby would be a part of you, which means I’d love it.”

Suddenly Cat was desperately and unsuccessfully fighting tears. “Kara, I—”

“I’ve always wanted kids...and I...I love you, and I’d take care of both of you if you trust me,” Kara invited. She knew enough about Cat’s life and family to realize that if the father wasn’t involved, there would be no one in her corner. “I’ve been alone before, Cat and I don’t want that for you.” She stroked her cheek again. “Let me be there for you.”

Cat Grant shattered. She fell into Kara’s arms and dissolved into ragged tears, exhaustion, stress and hormones overwhelming her normal self control. “I’m not like this,” she sobbed against Kara’s shoulder. “I’m not some weak, needy—”

“It’s okay,” Kara soothed. “We’re all weak and needy sometimes....” Then she did something she’d never done outside of the bedroom and carefully gathered her lover close, then swept her up into her arms in a bridal carry.

It was a testament to how stressed Cat was that she allowed it and simply wrapped her arms around Kara’s neck and buried her face in her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about the check,” the waitress advised with a wry smile as she held the door open for them. “Just make sure you look after each other.”

Cat managed a muffled response that registered as affirmative in tone even though there were no actual discernible words, and clung even more tightly.

Kara pressed the softest of kisses to her love’s forehead, then she looked up at the waitress with a grateful smile. “We will,” she assured her.

And through it all, they did...

End

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