#if i had a dollar every time CEO lena luthor said i miss you to kara i would be a little richer by now

[obliviouskara]

so let me get this straight (bc apparently lena isn't) she bought a whole ass company and told her bestfriend to "unquit" bc and i quote "I cant do this without you, I literally know nothing about running a media empire" as if idk she can't spend billions of dollars hiring people to run said media empire for her and as if kara herself is an expert of that. its like she's tired of saying she misses kara and just bought the company as an excuse to spend more time with her

[thinking1bee]

Mrs. and Mrs. Luthor Part 3

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Lena Luthor x Reader

Tags: Humor, Violence, Graphic Injuries, Smut

“Are you serious?” she asked tentatively.

“Yeah, like, I literally can’t do it.”

You pulled the trigger a couple of times only for the gun to click. You smiled at her and drop it to the floor. Lena chuckled before ejecting the mag and peering inside.

“Hmm I had only one more bullet.”

“I still love you, Lena. A lot. And despite what just happened in the past hour, I always will. Nothing will change that. Not secrets, not attempts on my life, nothing,” you said to her with clear resolution and conviction.

You prepared for the worst. You prepared yourself to be shot anyway, no matter what was said, only to be pleasantly surprised when Lena smiled sweetly and dropped the gun to the floor as well. Suddenly she was in your arms, her legs wrapped around your waist as she kissed you deeply. The romance was cut short due to your stomach flaring in pain.

“Ow, ow, ow!” you exclaimed, inadvertently dropping Lena. Lena winced but landed on her feet, her hands worrying over you in concern.

“God I’m so sorry!”

She escorted you to the bathroom and lifted up your shirt gingerly. She was quiet as she observed your wound and you watched her teeth nibble her lip in concentration.

“Well good news, you’re not going to die,” she finally said.

“Bad news?” you asked, wincing as Lena fingers gently touched the tender skin around the laceration.

“I have to clean it…and it’s going to suck ass.”

You shuddered as Lena disappeared to go gather supplies. Looking at the wound in the mirror, it was a lot worst than you thought it’d be, just from seeing it in the reflection. It was surely going to scar. When Lena came back, it was with antibacterial soap, gauze, wraps, a towel, and a bottle of Fireball. She gave the alcohol to you and placed everything else on the table.

“Oh god,” you whispered nervously as you unscrewed the lid, took a swig from the bottle, and watched Lena wash her hands and lather the towel in the soap. Then she turned to you.

“Okay, deep breath in.”

You inhaled and closed your eyes. As gently as she could, she placed the towel on top of your wound. Pain exploded and wrapped its way around your body like tangled barbwire.

“Fuck me!!!” you cried out, gripping the whisky bottle so hard that your knuckles were bleached of color.

“I know, I know,” Lena cooed.

You swore you blacked out. One minute, you stomach was on fire and the next, you were completely bandaged and clean. You turned to find Lena cleaning herself up, applying ointment to the cuts on her face.

“You okay there?”

You shook your head and started downing some more whiskey. Lena smiled and took the bottle from your hands, kissing you fiercely. Another need that was stronger than your pain and fatigue put together, surfaced slowly and by the time Lena leaned down to kiss your neck, you were ready to devour her. Wordlessly, you picked her up and she wrapped her legs around you. Her lips were on yours again, sloppy open-mouthed kisses and desperate groping all the way to the bedroom. Distantly, you were surprised that the bedroom was relatively unscathed. There wasn’t even a bullet hole in there.

“Be gentle with yourself okay,” Lena whispered against your lips as you put her down on the mattress softly. The movement cause you to wince, but you ignored it. Who you didn’t ignore was your loving wife who only had your best interests at heart. You nod your head with a dopey smile and start kissing her again. Lena moaned into your mouth, which you swallowed with the plunge of your tongue. You encouraged Lena to wrap her legs around your body as you settled between her hips.

“I love you so much,” you whispered sweetly as you started to kiss down her body, worshipping her skin and nurturing every cut and bruise that you put on her.

“I love you too Y/n.”

She gasped when you nibbled the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, her hands coming to tangle themselves in your hair. Usually you’d take her clothes off but you needed her now. You couldn’t wait. You wanted her moaning beneath you, so you slipped her underwear down to her knees and with a broad lick of your tongue, tasted her wet center. Lena let out a breath the moment she felt you, her fingers pulling your face closer to her. You licked her wet folds for a couple of seconds before sucking her clit into your mouth. Lena’s back arched one hand releasing your hair to fist the bed sheets.

“Fuckkkkk” she let out in a drawn-out moan. You smiled, surprised that even though you haven’t slept with each other in months, you were still good enough to please Lena.

You could feel her core spasming, begging to be filled. While you sucked her sensitive bundle of nerves, you lubed two fingers in her arousal before slowly sinking them inside. Immediately, Lena’s core sucked them in until you possibly couldn’t go any deeper. You knew how she liked to be fingered, so clueing your fingers up, you massaged the firm patch of muscle there. Lena cried out, her moans music to your ears, a symphony you didn’t realized you missed until now.

“How does that feel, baby girl?” you murmured against her clit.

“So, so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

You wanted this for her. You wanted her to know how much you loved her despite how many times you already said it. You wanted all of her, the CEO and assassin. Lena wanted all of you too. The emotional rawness of this moment unlocked an intimacy that you never felt before. It was probably due to the fact that there were no more secrets, no more lies. The adrenaline and near-death experience was an aphrodisiac that spurred you on, fingering Lena until her walls clamped on your fingers, until she released a feminine moan, and until you were drinking her come, some of it dribbling down her chin.

When Lena was spent, you kissed her core tenderly and licked your lips, savoring the tangy, salty taste that was femininity.

“Want me to get the strap?” you asked, and you already knew Lena’s answer.

                                                        ***

You were on top, thrusting into Lena deeply who was laying on her stomach, and the toy and your hips slapped against her skin loudly. Lena was moaning loudly, her cries of ecstasy reverberating throughout the house with wanton abandon. Having her like this, fucking her like this was worth the dull throb from your injuries. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted her. All you wanted was to love your wife deeper. You peppered kisses down her lean back as you bottomed out in her. She yelped and then sank her teeth into the pillow to try and quiet herself.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” you husked against her ear, nibbling it for a moment afterwards.

All Lena did was whimper, her hair damp from sweat and it sticking to her skin. You chuckled as you fisted the sheets harder to further keep yourself pinned in place, and then, you started railing into her harder. This blazing pace was strenuous even for you, but to hear her cry out your name, to hear her beg for more, was worth it. Her juices coated the sheets and the toy. The addition lubrication made it so much easier for you to hit her sweet spot, every thrust of your hips eliciting a filthy moan from her kiss swollen lips.  

“Sounds like you like it too,” you whispered as you kissed her neck more.

Lena nodded her head, her mouth failing open as she neared her orgasm. You kept going, dating not to stop, and you knew the exact moment she tipped over the edge. With her toes curled and her body taut, Lena released a scream of epic proportions. She came hard and more fluid squirted out of her and soaked everything in the near vicinity. You urged her through it, prolonging it the best you can until she collapsed on her chest. Both of you breathed hard. You could literally feel how relaxed Lena was as she spasmed from post coital aftershocks. Pulling out gently, you take off the harness and lay beside her.

For several minutes you enjoy what happened, letting the sounds of Lena’s panting clear your mind. But it all came to an end when Lena’s phone chimed. She reached for it in distaste, wondering who the hell was contacting her, but her eyebrows raised in shock.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, seeing the change in her.

“Our agencies put a hit out on each of us,” she said, her eyes scanning the message repeatedly.

“What?”

You’re up in a second and looking at her phone screen. Sure enough, you and her had a bounty on your head for one million dollars each. At that you kind of shrug and kiss Lena’s shoulder tenderly.

“You, my dear, are worth it.”

And at that, she smiled at you, her eyes the brightest you’d ever seen them in a very long time.

[blackteaandbones]

With Volume 3 of the Supercorp Zine underway, I figured I should finally get around to sharing my story from Volume 2!

“Home is Where the Mini-Marshmallows are”

Kara Danvers / Lena Luthor

Lena comes home from work to find an intruder in her apartment; a small, furry intruder with eight eyes, eight legs and a taste for marshmallows. Luckily, she’s dating the expert in alien pest control.

Lena Luthor was a strong, smart, successful woman, the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, a scientist, an engineer and a pretty damn good chess player.

She had single-handedly saved the world on multiple occasions.

She took on alien invasions, bio-weapons and super villains  and she won.

She was not the damsel in distress.

Usually.

But when she got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, and something small and furry (and blue?) streaked across the kitchen floor, over her bare feet and disappeared somewhere among the stacks of unopened boxes in her brand new apartment, she did what any reasonable, sane person would do; retreated to higher ground (aka a chair,) and called her girlfriend.

“Lena?”

“In here!”

Kara had thrown a jacket on over her pajamas, but her hair was still sleep-tousled, her glasses were sitting crookedly on her nose, and she may or may not have broken the lock letting herself in. Lena had never been happier to see her. “Are you okay? You sounded really worried on the-” She paused, blinking up at Lena with that adorable little crinkle of confusion between her eyes. “What are you doing up there?”

Lena gathered what little dignity she could given the situation -stranded on a chair in the middle of her kitchen in nothing but her underthings and a dressing gown designed to show off more than it concealed- wrapping the sheer silk more firmly around herself and lifting her chin. “There's an alien in my apartment.”

“Psht, an alien?” Kara scoffed, straightening her glasses. “There's no alien in your apartment, why would you think there was alien in your apartment?”

Lena raised a single eyebrow.

“Oh, right.” Kara had the grace to look sheepish. “Old habits. What happened?”

Lena gave her a brief description of the encounter, shuddering at the memory of little feet running over her toes. “It's hiding somewhere in there,” she said, waving in the general direction of the rest of the apartment.

Kara frowned. “You're sure it wasn't a mouse?”

“Mice don't usually come in pastel.”

“Good point. So you're...”

“Staying right here.” Lena crossed her arms. “I don't do mice.”

“But you just said it wasn't a mouse...”

“It was small and furry and it had a tail. Don't judge me.”

“Okay.” Kara took off her jacket and and rolled up her sleeves. “I'll take a look.”

(Lena would have been lying if she said the sight of those well muscled forearms and Kara's endearingly serious save the day face, wasn't almost enough to make up for needing to be saved in the first place. Almost.)

Sliding her glasses down her nose Kara scanned the apartment, quickly spotting the tiny intruder hiding under Lena's bed. “There you are...”

Lena's room was dark and quiet. There was another stack of boxes piled up against the wall, but there was some evidence that she had started to unpack since the last time Kara was here; clothes hung up neatly in the closet, a few books on the shelf under the window and a picture of her and Kara on the bedside table. Kara smiled at that before kneeling down beside the bed and twitching the blanket aside to get a better look at their intruder.

Eight glowing eyes blinked back at her from the shadows.

Definitely not a mouse.

“Hey there little guy,” she crooned. “Don't be scared. Lena's super nice, really. You just surprised her that's all. Come on out and we'll try to figure out who you belong to...” While she was talking, she edged as far as she could under the bed and reached out a hand. All eight eyes narrowed, shrinking back against the wall. Kara stretched a little further and there was a flash of light, followed by a pop! and an electric sizzle. Kara yelped and jerked back, smacking her head against the bed frame which cracked and split down the middle, dropping the mattress down on top of her.

“Oomph!”

Kara?” Lena called from the kitchen. “What happened?”

“I owe you a new bed!” Kara yelled back, muffled by the tangle of bedding as she squirmed her way free.

“Well this isn't exactly how I imagined us breaking the first one in,” Lena drawled switching on the light, “but I suppose it's my fault for not going with the metal frame.”

“Ha, ha,” Kara muttered, feeling her face heat up. “You came down off your chair?”

“I was worried.”

“Aw...”

“About my poor furniture. You on the other hand, are indestructible.”

Kara pouted, holding up her burned fingers. “Tell that to Pikachu!”

“It hurt you?” Lena softened instantly, taking Kara's hand and pressing a kiss to the reddened fingertips. Anything else she might have said was lost to the gooey haze that took over Kara's brain every time Lena's lips came anywhere near the vicinity of Kara's very gay self.

“Kara?”

“Hmm...?”

Lena sighed, but she looked pleased. “I asked if you think we should call Alex?”  

“What? No.” Kara shook her head. “It's not dangerous, just scared. Come on, I have an idea. You found it in the kitchen, right?”

“Yes...” Lena followed close behind, hanging onto the hem of Kara's pajama top and keeping a sharp look out for any movement from the rest of the apartment.

“Well maybe it was looking for something to eat.” Kara rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out a bag of mini-marshmallows. After she and Lena had become official, the Super Friends had banded together to move Lena out of the hotel and into her new penthouse apartment. Given who she was dating, that had included stocking up groceries.

With or without her approval.

Lena wrinkled her nose. “I don't remember buying those.”

“You didn't have any good snacks!” Kara opened the bag and took another quick scan of the apartment. “It's under the couch. I'm going to see if we can lure it out.” She laid a trail of marshmallows from the edge of the couch to the middle of the living room floor and emptied out a box of books. Then she tugged Lena over to the couch. Lena shuddered, but she sat down next to Kara, tucking her feet safely up under her.

“And now... we wait,”

“What if it doesn't like marshmallows?” Lena whispered.

“Everyone likes marshmallows,” Kara assured her, poised on her knees with the open box held at the ready.

“Are you sure that's going to hold it?”

“Shhh...”

They waited.

Lena tried to resist, she really did, but the minutes ticked by and Kara was right there...

“Lena...” Kara hissed.

“What?”

“Stop distracting me!”

“Oh, is that distracting?” Lena purred. Stopping was the last thing on her mind. “What about this?”

“Lena...”

They both froze at a rustle from under the couch. Kara held her breath and a small white ball of fluff slowly crept into view. It's fur was a constantly moving halo around it, oscillating through a pastel rainbow of colour and then back to white again. It had eight little legs ending in two toes each, feather-like feelers, and a long tail that curled up and over it's back. It gobbled up the first marshmallow with tiny little squeaks of excitement and quickly moved on to the second.

Kara untangled herself from Lena and lifted the box, sliding noiselessly off the couch and readying herself to strike. She waited until it had finished the second and third marshmallow before she pounced.

Three things happened very quickly.

Kara slammed the box down.

The alien burned a hole through the cardboard and bolted.

Lena screamed.

Kara spun around. Lena was frozen on the couch with the fluffy little arsonist in her lap, trying to hide itself  in her shirt and peeping the smallest and saddest little peeps either of them had ever heard.

“Oh...” Lena unfroze, tears filling her eyes. “She's so scared, can't you feel it?”

“Careful,” Kara cautioned as Lena let go of her death grip on the couch and brought her hands up to cradle the furry menace. “We don't know what... oh.”

“It's okay,” Lena said softly, stroking the strange white fur; pink and purple swirls radiating out from under her fingers. The alien's cries gradually tapered off as it snuggled in; turning around three times with its strangely clawed toes catching on the silk of Lena's shirt and it's yawn wide enough to reveal several rows of pointed teeth before laying down in a tight little knot and closing all eight of it's eyes, tail curled up over Lena's thumb like a cinnamon roll. It was cute, in that weird way all baby animals were cute, and Lena was clearly smitten.

Kara sat down carefully beside them. One eye opened and a menacing little growl rumbled out from under Lena's hands. “Seriously?” Kara huffed and moved back. The growling stopped. “Of course it only likes you.”

“She has good taste,” Lena teased, but she shuffled them around, tucking the alien into the crook of her elbow and drawing Kara's arm over her shoulder.

Kara wisely kept her fingers out of biting range. “How do you know it's a she?”

Len shrugged. “I have no idea. I just knew.” She looked up at Kara. “Could she be telepathic?”

“I wouldn't know,” Kara admitted. “Kryptonians are immune to psychic powers. I can ask J'onn, though. Maybe he could help us figure out where she came from. We can't give her to the DEO after what they did to the Morai, but we can't exactly keep her either. There's no way that thing is passing for a pekingese.”

“I could attach an image inducer to her collar,” Lena mused.  “We'll say we adopted a kitten. Lesbians like cats, right?”

Kara snorted a laugh. “I'll ask Alex, though she's probably going to say we're missing a few steps. I'm pretty sure it's moving in together, and then pets.”

“Well it's a good thing I already had an extra key made, isn't it?”

“You did?” Kara tried for casual but inside she was doing back flips.

“Of course, why do you think I took the penthouse with a skylight? I'm certainly not going to be the one flying in and out of-”

Kara cut her off with a kiss, and by the time she pulled away they were both grinning like idiots.

They stayed there until the first light of sunrise began filtering in through the wide wall of windows. Curtains were another thing Lena hadn't gotten around to yet, but Kara didn't mind. She didn't care if they ever got curtains. She had love and sunshine, what else could she possibly need? Breakfast probably, her grumbling stomach reminded her. Sighing, she eased out from underneath her girlfriend and headed for the kitchen.

Like the rest of the apartment, it was half-unpacked at best, which is probably why they hadn't noticed the small metal cylinder wedged under the corner of the fridge, and the scattered trail of glass leading back to a hole in the corner of the kitchen window. Kara pulled it free, wondering if this was how their guest had arrived. The pod, if that's what it was, was scratched and dented, with three long tapering ridges spaced equally around the outside and a rounded nose. Kara ran her fingers over a line of strange symbols etched into the side, nearly dropping it when they lit up, revealing a message in unfamiliar script. Before she could even attempt to decipher it, the message changed, switching rapidly through dozens of different languages before settling into  an archaic form of Kryptonian, written in an angular, slanting style that was difficult to read.

“Home, destroyed,” Kara murmured, sounding out the words one at a time, “daughter, only hope, please protect, thank you-” She broke off, covering her mouth with her hands. The pod hit the floor wit a dull clang.

“Lena?!” she called, heart pounding.

“Mmm?” Lena murmured from the living room.

“I think we might have to skip a few more relationship steps.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm pretty sure we just adopted a baby...”

[fernwehbookworm]

Woke the F*ck Up- Chapter 14

February 23rd, 2018

The news hit the next day. Lena Luthor was missing. Last seen getting off a flight at National City Airport. No one saw the car she got into or how she left the airport. Pain lanced through Kara's heart. The blurry image Winn managed to 'acquire’ from the NCPD shows Lena still in a beautifully elegant dress from the pictures from the gala in Metropolis. She had no luggage. She must have left the fundraiser and headed straight for National City.

Kara felt like a coward. Cat had tried to convince her to go. To see Lena face to face but Kara couldn't take any more rejection. Lena had never called or even text. That was clear enough for Kara. So Cat went alone, to auction off the original for the CatCo cover that broke the record in sales the first day. Kara promised Cat ten percent commission on every other painting sold. The only reason Kara could think of for Lena to come so suddenly is to see her.

If only she had gone to Metropolis. Then Lena wouldn't be missing. Kara suspected Lillian. How else would the crime boss get to a vigilante whose mother was halfway across the world taking the honeymoon she and Jeremiah never were able to take, whose sister was an FBI agent, and whose friends were vigilantes with her. Plus Lena was her daughter and could probably serve other nefarious purposes as well.

With determination, Kara strode to the hidden panel in the central command table and pressed he palm to the reader. A green light scanned her hand and the panel opened with a small gush of air.

“Whoa, I didn't put that there. Where did that come from?” Winn exclaims, sitting up in his chair, dropping his feet to the floor from where they had been perched by a computer.

“I put it here. I may not be you smart but I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Plus Alex has the same model and helped me to install it a while ago.”

Kara begins unloading the contents of the compartment on the table. Winn shoots to his feet and James turns from where he has been studying the layout of the Cadmus base.

“Kara, I thought you didn't like guns.”

“I don't like them. Doesn't mean I don't know how to use them. Alex made sure of that.”

“Kara…” James says disapprovingly.

“Don't fucking start with me James. Lillian has kidnapped Lena and now  that woman has gone too far this time.”

“You have no proof Cadmus has Lena,” James says.

“Lillian knows who I am. Of course she has Lena. This is personal now. She has been trying to take my city, she sure as hell won't take the woman I love.” Kara pauses as the word leaves her lips and knives through her heart.

“Kara, I thought you were past this. I thought that’s what all the therapy was for.” James says. Kara looks at him hard.

“Therapy was so I could handle everything in a healthy fashion. But I do love Lena. How we ended sucked, and it will take time for me to move past it, but I blaze like that leaves its mark. But I will not leave the woman I love in the clutches of her evil mother and a criminal organization.”

Kara begins strapping her collection to her uniform. Two handguns at her hips, a smaller one strapped to her right thigh, mirrored by an array of throwing knives on her left. Smoke and flash-bang grenades are loaded into the pouches at her waist. A shotgun is slung to her back. An ammo belt slings across her body as more ammo weighs down her utility belt.

“Kara I don't like this.”

“Have I not made it clear enough? James, you are only here to make sure you don't kill yourself doing this on your own. Because you threatened to do it on your own. I couldn't look my cousin in his eye if anything happened to you. But you are not my friend. You have done nothing to act like a friend. All you've done since the day I turned you down is mope and try to tell me what to do like some Alpha male who got his favorite toy taken away. Don't forget it was me that saved your ass. I don't fucking want you here. But you are because you are Clark's and Winn's friend for some ungodly reason. I couldn't give two shits what you think. And you can stay behind for all that matters.”

Silence falls after the angry ringing of Kara's words. James walks slowly away and back upstairs to the gym. Kara lets out an exasperated sigh.

When she’s dressed, she calls Alex to start forming a plan with the DEO. This was too big for just herself. Winn begins searching their known Cadmus bases for any new activity.

February 24th, 2018

Lena sits strapped to an uncomfortable chair for hours. Her mother seems convinced that that Power Girl would show up. Lena was much less sure but her throbbing lip from her mother smacking her across the month was enough for her to save her breath and any more unnecessary pain. By Lena’s best guess, a payment of three million dollars would be made to her kidnappers in less than twenty-four hours. Another two would be paid with her safe return. She had read the paperwork when she was made CEO, apparently, it was standard for Luthor’s to have their lives threatened. She could hear boots striking the floor outside the empty sounding room. Men patrolling, and, as near as she could tell, one would cross from one door to the other in the room to check her binding. It was getting colder and the dress left too much of her skin exposed. Chills ran down her spine and goosebumps rose along her arms and legs.

Silence stretches on, only timed by the repetitive hard soled shoes striking concrete. Lena’s eyes grew heavy from lack of sleep and the darkness of her blindfold. She dozed, only coming awake every time a knuckle-dragging, brute tightened her ropes. She thought of Kara in the silence. Leaving her, sleeping with Veronica, then never calling. She hoped Kara could forgive her. Or would at least talk to her. Everything was so messed up, her whole life was messed up from the moment the Luthor’s adopted her. Time ticked by slower and slower until Lena couldn't even tell if it was passing or standing still.

Then it all rushed to start again as the first gunshot rang out. Shouting began, distant and muffled but marching closer. Then a different sound. One above her, someone trying to be quiet but the distinct sound of glass being scratched, then a soft thud right in front of her.

Kara lowers herself from the glass ceiling to the floor. Lena sits blindfolded and alone, tied to the chair. Her lip is split and swollen. Lena’s head jerks up at the soft sound of Kara touching down in the large, empty room. Kara switches on the voice modulator in order to hide her shaking voice.

“Shhh, stay quiet now. I’m here to save you.” Lena stiffens at the almost digital voice.

“Power Girl. You can’t be here. It’s a trap. Go Now.” Lena whispers harshly, leaning away as best she could. Kara ignores her and works her pocket knife under the ropes.

“I won’t leave you here.”

“You will. My mother wants you dead. This city needs you.”

Kara’s hands still on the thick rope that she is almost through.

“I need you alive.” Lena’s head blindly turns to Kara’s voice as she whispers from behind her.

“You don’t even know me.” Snap. The rope breaks and Lena reaches up to remove her blindfold.

“I am not going with you,” Lena says and stubbornly crosses her arms, settling back against the hard chair.

“Ms. Luthor, please allow me to get you to safety.” Kara shouldn’t have been surprised by this but she was a little dumbfounded that anyone would choose to stay in the clutches of a criminal organization.

“The moment I stand from this chair, alarms will sound and this place will be flooded with my mother’s heavily armed lackeys with one goal, to kill you.”

“I knew this was a trap for me. Your mother was using you to get to me, but do you hear that? That is the sound of a government organization who wants to imprison your mother for terrorist crimes infiltrating this base.”

“No.”

Kara squats in front of Lena’s chair.

“Lee, trust me please.”

Lena’s eyes snap up to finally meet Kara’s. All Kara can hear is her heart pounding in her ears as she sees the recognition flood Lena’s features. Each heartbeat feels like it stretches out for hours. Kara watches as Lena carefully lifts her hands to Kara’s face, long elegant fingers pulling off her mask. Kara closes her eyes as she waits. Silence.

Blue eyes meet green and Lena knows.

“Kara…” She whispers, more of an escaping thought than a word said aloud. Kara touches the button by her throat to turn off the voice modulator.

“Now will you come with me?” Kara says softly, she holds out her hand and Lena places the mask in her palm. Kara replaces it before holding her hand out again. Lena looks away, biting her lip in that cute way she does when she is really thinking. Without meeting Kara’s eyes again, she places her hand in Kara’s and allows Kara to pull her up. As soon as Lena’s weight leaves the chair, alarms blare and lights flash. Kara begins pulling the flash bang grenades from her utility belt.

“Close your eyes.”

Lena eyes Kara carefully, like a person approaching a wild animal. Lena closes her eyes as the pounding feet and shouts get closer. Kara swiftly pulls the pins on the two grenades and rolls them towards the doors. She pulls the night-night gun from her belt and covers Lena’s head. Each grenade explodes just as the doors open and angry shouts turn to pain and confusion. As the men scramble to try and see again, Kara begins dropping each one with some sort of gun with accuracy that amazes Lena. She switches one clip out for another and continues to fire. Now the men rounding the corner were just tripping over the bodies of their fallen comrades. But soon some did start getting through, closer and closer as more men and some women burst through the two entrances. Some even began to fire their weapons, Kara somehow always between Lena and the bullets.

“And your plan is?” Lena says from behind Kara.

“In process.”

Kara slips behind Lena, throws her last two flash grenades and quickly attaching her rappelling rope to Lena and hitting the button for automatic retraction. Lena lets out a small squeal as she zips up and out of site. James was waiting for her at the top, once he detached her, he used his own rope to descend, bringing Kara’s back down to her. James used his shield to block for her as Kara reattaches the grappling device and ascends as well, James close behind. The conflict still brews below as DEO agents begin following the Cadmus guards into the room. Kara hulls herself over the edge and onto the roof. She sees Lena standing stiffly, far away from the edge, her back was turned and her fists were clenched.

“Lena?”

“Just get me down from here. I-I hate heights.”

Kara nods, even though Lena can’t see her. James just uses the zip line they set up earlier to escape the boundaries of the warehouse fence. Kara walks up slowly behind the woman.

“I’m going to pick you up now. Keep your eyes closed if you want. It will be over before you know it.”

Lena doesn't say anything so Kara takes it as a sign that it's fine. Lena stiffens at kara’s touch but doesn't pull away. Kara wraps one arm around her waist and guides her to the edge, in one swift movement, Kara is lifting Lena and hooking the grappling handle to the line to descend to street level again. She touches down in the alley between two buildings and expects Lena to pull away immediately, but she takes a deep breath before she does. James nods to Kara from his own bike before kicking it into gear and riding off. Kara nods to her own red and blue one when Lena turns to her. Lena huffs a bit then rolls her eyes but walks toward it, getting on after Kara. It feels all too familiar and all too foreign at the same time.

Even though it doesn't look it, whatever Kara is wearing feels like armor, under Lena’s fingers she can feel dents that remind her too much of when bullets hit a wall. Lena’s mind is racing and it's becoming all too much for her sleep-deprived brain. She decides to focus on the soft purr of the bike beneath her while leaning with Kara on each turn. She occasional catches glimpses the armored man she can only assume is the man dubbed Guardian by the news. The passing yellow street lights begin to lull her into a daze as the stars try to shine down through the haze of city light. No moon tonight, Lena notices idley.

Without warning, Kara makes a sharp turn down a ramp and into an underground garage. It takes a moment for Lena’s eyes to adjust to the bright fluorescent lighting emanating from the center of the dark room. Computers take up a large space on one wall, tech is scattered about with abandon as half-finished projects litter any surface not taken up by various weapons and armor. Other available space is taken up by exercise equipment. In a darkened corner Lena thinks she can make out a bed. Kara cuts the bike and the engine stills. She gets off and offers Lena a hand, Lena ignores it and slides off by herself. She sees the back of a mousy brown head that turns to reveal Winn. Guardian lumes behind him, still masked but practically radiating distrust and anger.

“Why would you bring her here?” The distorted voice of the metal man asks.

“Because she deserves to know. Now take off the helmet James.”

Lena watches the man stiffen and practically growl before removing the helmet and slamming it on the table.

“What the hell, Kara?”

“You really didn’t think she could figure out who you are after knowing who I am and then seeing Winn? Get over yourself.”

“I came back to help you .”

“You came back because you want to be a hero. Don’t pretend it was selfless.”

Lena watched as James angrily turns on his heel and walks away. He enters another room and lets the door swing shut behind him. Lena feels extremely awkward and unsure.

Kara takes a deep breath, Lena watches her shoulders rise and fall. As her argument progressed, she had stepped between Lena and James almost protectively. Kara’s hands are clenched into shaking fists, she takes another breath and slowly uncurls her fingers.

“Sorry about that. James and I have not been seeing eye to eye lately, or ever.” Kara turns to face Lena with a half-hearted smile. She takes back off the mask and sets it on a nearby table. Instead of responding to her, Lena turns to Winn.

“Winn, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you safe too, Lena.” He grins at her but glances at Kara and decides to make himself scarce. He heads to the staircase leading to what Lena assumes is the floor above. Kara opens her mouth but Lena holds up a finger.

“I need a phone.”

“Why?” Kara asks.

“So that my mother does not end up with three million dollars thanks to my life insurance. Phone, now.”

Kara rushes to give Lena hers, then waits as Lena goes through at least ten security checks varying in voice commands and typed in passwords. It all seems elaborate but considering the amount of money on the line it makes sense. Lena eventually hangs up and hands the phone back. Lena avoids Kara’s eyes and sits in what she can only assume is Winn’s chair. Her head throbs from lack of sleep, and food, and much too information. This was all getting too much to process. Lena can feel Kara watching her, but Lena rubs her eyes hard and takes a deep steadying breath.

“You are Power Girl,” Lena states, trying to wrap her head around it.  Kara nods as Lena's green eyes meet hers. It catches Kara's breath in her throat. Lena takes in the woman who held her heart, who stole it away from her chest before she even agreed to a second date. She stands with hunched shoulders, arms crossed, in her red and blue suit. Her blonde hair is braided and the tail is draped forward over her shoulder. Various dents and scrapes speckle the suit, bullet holes. That is why Kara danced around Lena like a tornado, every bullet fired hit Kara instead of Lena, yet here she stands, not even in pain.

“So all those missed flights, all the calls that were sent to voicemail, you were off saving the world.”

“Yeah,” Kara says softly.

“And… and that night. That was my mother, wasn't it? She did that to you. She made you miss your flight. And I…” Lena swallows hard and loses her voice as she pieces together the gaps in everything. Tears spring to Lena's eyes.

“We had finally found a Cadmus base. They were making a bomb. I was calling Alex for back up-”

“Alex?”

“Yes. She works for a secret government organization tasked with taking down Cadmus.” Lena rubs her temples. Her headache is pounding.

“So while I was calling Alex, I saw your mother walk into the room from my vantage point. I just knew she was the head of Cadmus once I saw her. She was going to get away before the strike team could come. I decided James and I could stall that long. But we couldn't. I lost conscience and woke up in a black ops site infirmary a couple days later. By then, I was too late.”

Silence falls heavy on the pair. The darkness of the room seems to be trying to suck out the lights that they sit under. It stretches for minutes. Lena hears Kara take a breath but before she can speak her phone rings.

“Alex?” Kara says into the speaker. A muffled reply.

“You want me to bring her to the DEO?... Yes… Okay…. See you in fifteen.” Kara hangs up.

“They need to debrief you on your kidnapping. Also, Alex wants you to be examined and make sure none of your injuries are life-threatening.”

Lena just nods and stands to follow Kara back to her bike. Lena can take in the sleek design now that there is light. This time Kara takes the time to hand her a spare helmet before hopping on. As soon as Kara grips the handles, the bike purrs to life. Lena is impressed. She may have not been interested in technology these past few years but this looks very high tech. Lena climbs on behind the blonde vigilante and resigns herself to more hours without sleep.

Kara takes more turns than Lena can count and after the first dizzying few, Lena closes her eyes and rests her head against Kara's back. She feels Kara stiffen slightly before relaxing. All too soon Kara pulls into a nondescript garage and is helping Lena off and supporting the sleepy brunette as they walk to the elevator. Everything else is very dreamlike as Lena fights to stay conscious. She is aware of figures in black moving about the most open space as Kara practically carries her to a central command desk.

“Kara!” A familiar voice calls. Lena tries to focus on the fuzzy face and recognizes Alex.

“What the hell happened to her? Why didn't you bring her here first?”

“I think she's just tired. And I wasn't sure if the secret government organization tasked with taking down the Luthor's would want me to bring a Luthor into it.”

Lena struggles to stand fully on her own two feet and focus her eyes. How many days has it been now? Two? Three?

“Agent. I have been drugged, tied up, kept without food and minimal water. Also, I don't know the last time I slept. So, if we could move along with whatever you want to do, by all means.” Lena is impressed with how clear her voice is.

“Come on. I want to examine you, we will get you a change of clothes, some food, and a bed. Once you've slept, my director would like to debrief you personally.” The redhead sounds cold but the idea of food and a bed is too much.

They stick Lena inside of some sort of on-duty room after Alex is sure her injuries are minor. It has a bathroom with a shower, a bed, and a small television. She takes the opportunity to rinse off at least some of the grime from the past couple of days and reemerges to a change of black sweats and black long sleeve shirt, both emblazoned with some sort of eagle logo. Gratefully, she puts those on and throws the ruined dress in the small trash bin. A soft knock and a man also dressed in all black is handing her a tray with a sandwich, chips, and a bottle of apple juice. Lena hardly gets halfway through it all before the bed is calling too loudly. The mattress is lumpy, the sheets scratchy, but her body doesn't care. It had been too long.

February 25th, 2018

In the morning, Lena meets the Director. A very serious man named John Jones. He asks a bunch of questions, most of which Lena has no answer for. She directs him to her CFO, reassuring him that Jess will be open with him in sharing the information he needs. Lena is released and an Agent is assigned to take her to the hotel of her request, A protection detail was also following in the car behind, they would stay with her until her mother was found. She had somehow slipped away in the chaos.

Despite being told she had slept twelve hours, Lena was exhausted. All she wanted to do was crawl into her bed back in London where she felt safe and loved with the Arias women. She slides her card into the door and when the light turns green she escapes into the room as men take up position outside the door.

“Lena!”Jess exclaims and throws her arms around Lena before she can even let the door swing shut.

“Jess!” Lena tightens her arms around her CFO and soaks up the warmth of someone who has always told her the truth, even when it hurt.

After a few moments Jess seems to recollect herself and tries to pull away but Lena tightens her hold.

“I am so glad to see you,” Lena says softly.

“I was so worried when we got word that you were missing. I thought… and God I hate that I thought it… that maybe you went off the deep end of a bender.”

“Well, that does sound like me. But no. No drugs, not since I moved in with Sam and Ruby.”

Finally, Lena pulls back and lets Jess go. Her former assistant walks further into the room and hands her a change of pajamas that were already laid out next to a change of clothes for the next day. A new phone is charging on the hotel desk. Jess catches Lena eyeing it as Lena buttons up the sleep shirt.

“Don’t worry. I pulled your last backup from right before you left London.”

Lena nods and stifles a yawn. Jess ushers her to the bed and actually tucks her in. Lena is too tired to be embarrassed to care as Jess strokes her hair back before turning off the lamp.

[immopengu]

who are you

Alex was the most hard-working patient, the most dedicated to her rehabilitation that her physical therapist had ever seen. This could be taken as a compliment but in this situation, it was not a compliment.

“You’re working too hard, Alex.” M’gann, her physical therapist sighed, writing something down on a chart clipped to a clipboard. Alex just shrugs, blinking the sweat out of her eyes as she tries to power through the pain.

“I told you, if you push yourself like this, it’s likely to reverse all the progress we’ve been making.”

Alex stumbles a bit, but her grip on the bars and the harness holding her up prevents her from falling. There’s pain where her new leg is, even though it’s an artificial one. M’gann had told her it was normal. But Alex didn’t feel normal. Especially when a huge chunk of her memory was missing. Namely she had forgotten... everyone.

The woman... Eliza Danvers, for one. Her mother, they said. And Alex would look at Eliza sometimes, curiously, and the woman would allow her her examination. Alex couldn’t see a resemblance, really. But the way she moved, the way they moved around each other spoke of familiarity.

Sometimes, Alex would feel a stinging, hollow pain in her chest when looking at her mother. Sometimes, Alex thinks that she remembers things, but those fleeting images drift away so fast, they’re just brief flashes of colour... of a sound... of a smile... 

This was the one thing she could control, her physical rehabilitation. M’gann had said it would take a while for her memory to return, so Alex did the only thing she can to stop herself from going stir-crazy and worked on her rehabilitation.

“Easy, Alex. I’ve got you.” M’gann helped lift-carry her past the bars, to a chair where she could sit. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Naw,” Alex huffed, blinking at the spots in her vision, the pain making her shake. “I can... keep going... just... give me a sec...”

“Yeah, right.” M’gann scoffed. “Come on, Robocop. Let’s cool down.”

Alex complied with minimal protests. As they began their wind-down exercises, Alex noticed someone watching her from the window. It was Mr. Jones again, her old Captain apparently. She didn’t recognize him at all, except for brief flashes of green that drifted in shredded images in her mind.

When he caught her eye, he gave a firm, encouraging nod. Alex nodded back. It was nice that he was here.

This was her life now. A cycle of rehabilitation, appointments, pain, and a glaring feeling of loss.

“How are you feeling today, Alex?” A regular visitor, Lena Luthor, called out to her as she entered the establishment. The whole facility was an L-Corp endeavour, and Alex was the guinea pig. Lena was hoping that with Alex’s rehabilitation and acceptance of this new prosthetic, it could be mass-marketed.

“LEGolas is doing good.” Alex’s nickname for her new leg made Lena smirk every time.

“Well, let’s do a systems check and then we’ll try to take data from today’s rehab session to optimize performance...” Lena put down her bag and took out a small tablet and a massive amount of wires, then proceeded to connect these wires to various hidden outlets in her leg. This was Alex’s new normal, too. Having a CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire at her beck and call. Lena had insisted that Alex and her had been friends through a mutual acquaintance.

The way Lena had said ‘acquaintance’ had made Alex wonder...

“You’re doing great.” Lena shut down her device after a quick look at everything, taking out a cloth and a bottle with a needle tip to start oiling the moving parts. So far Alex was super impressed. LEGolas moved like a real leg, responded to what she wanted like a real leg. Of course, if she wanted, she could kick through cinder blocks with this leg, but Lena wanted her to not try that until she was further along her rehabilitation. She had been in a coma for almost three months.

Alex touched the side of shaved head self-consciously, aware of the scars that were quite prominent still. She wore a hat to cover it, to stop the already pitying looks she got from strangers as she walked with a pronounced limp, with her ‘pimp cane’ as Winn had called it. Winn sometimes came to work on her leg with Lena, focusing more on the programming part. 

Alex always felt slightly annoyed when he was around, coupled with a frustrated fondness. Winn always cried when he came around. He would say something and Alex was always aware of how much she was lacking when whatever inside joke or off-cuff comment he had made didn’t garner the response he had expected.

Alex felt broken.

She liked having Lena and M’gann around, though. They didn’t make her feel broken, and they were very focused on working to get her back to a semblance of normal.

After Lena was finished, the CEO stayed behind to speak with M’gann, and Alex tugged on her beanie, took her cane and tried her best not to limp as much as she hobbled to the exit. When she got out of the exercise room, she paused, surprised at the sounds of argument in the hallway

She could see her mom and Captain Jones speaking in low harsh tones, and a girl with long blonde hair, with her back to her.

“--see me right now. I can’t. Supergirl did this to her.”

“What happened to Alex wasn’t Supergirl’s fault. You come here all the time to sneak peeks anyways. What’s a couple more steps in to say hi?”

“If you just talk to her, maybe--” Jones interrupted, impatience in his voice.

“Honey, you just have to try, Alex might--”

Alex cleared her throat. Everyone froze, suddenly realizing the person they were talking was there, and Alex felt a little bit of amusement that she had managed to hobble over without any of them being aware.

“Oh, honey are you done your rehab?”

“Yup.” Alex had always been someone who was short on words. She thrust her chin out in the direction of the stranger. “Who is that?”

Alex didn’t miss the way the mystery blonde’s hands clenched into fists, her back tightening at Alex’s voice. It was a response Alex got often. She was used to it now, reaction of people to her NOW who had know her from BEFORE.

“We’ll let her introduce herself.” Captain Jones sounded almost disapproving, but he was looking at the woman pointedly while Eliza’s expression was matching Jones’ tone of voice.

The blonde finally turned around, the glasses perched on her nose muted the colours of her eyes, that Alex knew must be a shockingly bright blue. The baby blue pastels of her outfit matched with the brown chinos and slip-on loafers she wore. She was beautiful, Alex noted.

When in doubt go with blue.

That voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her own came and went. Alex switched the cane to her left hand and held out her right hand.

“Hello. I’m Alex Danvers. I’m sorry, we must have met before...?” Alex was still not too sure how to introduce herself to people she had known before. It wasn’t a first meeting, but it was for Alex NOW.

“I’m,” The girl was trying, but Alex could hear the hitch in her voice, could see her eyes watering. Alex tried not to grimace. It always made her feel uncomfortable, and with this woman, she felt even more disconcerted. Felt like she needed to not ever EVER make her cry and nobody should ever make this stranger cry. Alex would beat them up.

“It’s okay.” Alex let her hand fall, smiling apologetically. “We can do this another time. I’m a bit tired today, anyways.”

The blonde nodded so hard, Alex was afraid her glasses would fly off.

“Yes. Yes, I’m sorry. I just, I’m--” The blonde waved her hands around, aborted the motion halfway. “I’ll just go now. I’ll go.”

Alex watched as the blonde all but rushed away, disappearing around the corner, then slowly hobbled over to her mother.

“Who was that?” Alex asked wryly.

[forthesapphicsonly]

I just invade your office to suggest you self-defense classes... (Part 1)

So .. I have this ready for quite some time, tbh. I just didn’t post because I thought it was silly. But I saw that it was a while ago that I did not publish anything and decided to risk it. Besides, I love Lena Luthor. 

PART 2

You’ve been living in National City for a year now and since arriving you’ve come across situations and more situations that made you rethink whether you went to the right city or not.

But then you would look at the news channel and see that in the other cities it was not much different.

So you just needed to adapt to the new life that included (sometimes) alien attacks and attacks from terrorist organizations that thought they were doing something useful for society (every psychopath thinks so, right?)

But what really bothered you this whole year you was in Sun City was the frequent attacks on L Corp.’s CEO.

Every month there would be a different news passing in the channels about some attack that the poor one passed.

So you decided to make some decision about that.

Did you know her?

No…

Did you owe her something?

Absolutely not.

So why would you help a complete stranger, risking your own safety in the process?

Girl power?

You really did not know, it just seemed right.

Which was why right now you were leaning against Miss Luthor’s desk, your arms folded as you gazed at the beautiful view of the city from the huge balcony of the building.

You heard the famous sound of heels against the floor and soon the door opened, revealing the CEO in all her glory in her business clothes.

It took Lena a few seconds to finally come across you standing there and she froze in the middle of the room.

She looked at the door, as if wondering why Jess would not have announced you before she came in.

Then reality hit her. You probably should not be there.

“Who are you?” She asked, lifting her neck a little, her jaw tight, her posture suddenly defensive.

But you knew the pepper spray and the stun gun she was probably carrying would not be enough to knock her over.

“Hello, Miss Luthor” you had the audacity to give a reassuring little smile “I’m not an enemy of yours, so ..” you handled her from top to bottom “You can relax”

“How did you get in here?” Lena did not look like she was going to give in so easily, she was stepping back a few steps toward the door, ready to yell Jess if necessary.

It was actually something she would have done, she was a short distance from the door and you did not look like you would try to stop her from anything.

But if there was something she learned at this time living in the national city, it was that her mother’s henchmen could be anyone (including a temporary secretary who replaced Jess during her vacation).

You frowned, remembering the route you took to invade one of the buildings that should have built-in maximum security, and snapped its tongue at the ease it found to get there (maybe the guards were getting limp, having supergirl to save all day holy time).

“Yeah, that .. this is not really important right now. The important thing is I’m here to help you” you folded your arms in front of your chest, beginning to wonder if this was really a good idea.

You knew you were impulsive and didn’t really bother about it … until now. Maybe you should have thought a little better about this before.

Lena arched that perfect eyebrow with an analytical look. She no longer looked so defensive but still sharp.

“And what exactly could you possibly help me with?” She finally walked over to her desk still keeping a safe distance from you. She dropped her bag and sat in her chair, turning to you.

She looked ready to face a meeting with the worst possible investors.

You scratched your throat and took a deep breath.

“Okay, ever since I got to National City there’s something bothering me …” intense green eyes stared at you and you couldn’t read the look on her face. “Every holy month you suffer an attack. Your helicopter was the target of a drone, every time you make a press release someone tries to kill you, there were kidnappings, plane crashing … ” you were punctuating your fingers and now Lena frowned at you, looking confused where you wanted to go with that.

So she cut it off before you kept talking. She knew all the things she’d been through the past year, she did not need to be reminded of them all.

“Where do you want to go with this?”

“You need to learn to defend yourself.” Lena stared at you skeptically, almost amused.

“Look, I have a busy schedule, and although I’m really curious how you got here, I’m going to ask you to leave. In a friendly way ”

You sighed.

“Miss Luthor, I’m just here to tell you that you don’t have to always depend on someone to save you. I mean, at this point in the championship, Supergirl has already become almost a private bodyguard so much that she has got you out of dangerous situations. Some of them you might have left alone” Lena rolled her eyes and if it were not for the small stiff grip on her jaw, you would not have noticed her inner rage.

“I’m not judging, or something …” you put your hands in the pockets of your pants, suddenly not knowing what to do or say under the cool and calculating look of the brunette sitting in front. “I just believe you can be your own hero. I’d feel more at ease knowing that you can get out of trouble for yourself” you smiled blandly, hitting you just how ridiculous you should look.

Emerging from nowhere in the office of a CEO of two billion dollar companies and suggesting to a business woman that she should learn to defend herself because she suffered too much of her family’s own attacks on her own behalf. You feared that Supergirl would not always be there to save the day.

“Just …” you removed a small card and set it down on the table in front of her. “Here it is, in case you think about what I said and do not think I’m some lunatic who invaded your office to insult you or something” you bit your bottom lip and was retreating out of the office.

Lena stared at the little contemplative card.

“Why do you care? You do not know me and every national city wants me dead. "Lena’s voice was calm but you could still feel a slight flicker.

"I have nothing against you and I think you’ve been doing the right things. Unfortunately the human being is too quick to judge and blame people for things they didn’t do” you shrugged. “And if I can’t do anything to change the way people think about you, I can at least help you take care of yourself. Not that you don’t … ” you broke off before you said another bullshit.

“One more thing …” Lena moistened her lips, her throat felt dry and she needed a few seconds to compose herself. “How did you get in here?”

You gave a small smile and pointed at the ceiling.

“I came over and you leave your balcony open”

“On the roof?” Lena looked shocked for a few minutes and you laughed as you opened the office door

“Bye, Miss Luthor. I hope you think of my proposal! ”

My internet is so bad I could not get the gifs. I’ll try my cell phone later. Do you want me to continue?:(

[imagine-lcorp]

Don't Want to Lose You (One Shot)

Request

Absolutely love your writing. I look forward to it every week!! Is there any chance you could do an imagine set during S3 Ep5 where Lena tries to break up with the reader. You can choose how it ends?? Love Anon x

A/N: Well, hi everyone, how ya doing in thanksgiving? I hope you are fine, eating well and enjoining yourselves. Here’s one little request for you on this day and know that I’m working on your other requests. Kudos to the anon that send this one. It was really exiting to write something like this!! Thank you!! I hope you like it and let me know what you think.

Lena Luthor x Reader/Break Up//Word Count: 1,418

"It's been a crazy day. Maybe it's better if you come here. You can stay if you want too, Ruby is staying with a friend and I need to get back to L-Corp." Sam told you over the phone. "I'm sure she's still processing everything and she needs you." You thanked her and, after you hung up, you drove straight to Sam's house.

You were going to kill Morgan Edge with your bare hands. He had gone too far, accusing Lena publicly of poisoning children and pretending to be a saint while doing so. That man was the worst and you were going to punch him in the face, at the first opportunity. But first, you needed to see your girlfriend. With all of this, you could only imagine what she was dealing with.

You had tried calling Lena several times after you saw the news. She hadn't answered, not even your texts. And after watching the shooting at the press conference, the worry was eating you alive. You couldn't stop thinking about her, how she was, if she was okay. You were baffled at how the day had turned out and you needed to reach her before losing your mind.

For what you knew, the shooter had been the mother of a poisoned child. She had aimed straight to Lena but missed. The woman had been stopped at the end. James had taken the bullet and was at the hospital with a minor flesh wound, fortunately. However, the only reason you knew that was because you had called Sam. She let you know that Lena was unharmed and staying at her house, until they sorted out this whole situation.

You parked in the driveway, jumped out of the car and almost run to the front door. When you opened it, you saw Lena siting in the kitchen counter, sipping a glass of wine.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Lena, thank goodness."  

"(Y/N)?" She turned with a hint of surprise in her face.

"Are you ok?" You walked quickly towards her and hugged her tightly. "I was so worried."

"What are you doing here?" You heard her confused tone. She wasn't expecting you to come.

"Well, you didn't answer any of my calls. I had to call Sam, she told me you where here." You took a step back to look at her, a little frown forming in your forehead.

"You shouldn't be here." You recognized the tone that meant business.

"No, you shouldn't be alone." You shook your head no.

There was no way you were leaving her when she needed as much support as possible. Sam and Kara were already out there trying to find answers and the least you could do was be there for Lena. You wanted to be there for her.

"I want to be alone." She took a deep breath. The look in her eyes told you there was more coming up and you almost didn't catch what she said. "I can't do this anymore. We...we can't be together, (Y/N). Not now."

"What?" You were perplexed. She turned around and looked down at the kitchen counter. "No, wait." You walked around to put yourself in front of her across the table. "What are you saying?"

"I don't want you to get involved. I don't want to put anyone else in danger and our relationship...You know, it's not gonna work like this." She took a sip of her wine, like this was another business deal she had to call off.

"Lena, c'mon, I know you, this is not the way you deal with your problems-" You tried to reason with her.

"Oh, I'm dealing with them. But I don't want to have to worry about us when there's a lot of thing happening." You were left mouth open.

"You don't want to worry about me, so you're breaking up with me?" This couldn't be happening.

"You saw what happened today, this is for your protection. If you want to help me now, you will leave." She finally looked at you.

"Lena, just-" You didn't want to leave. That much you knew at the moment. Nothing that had happened was fair for her. You knew she was hurting and already blaming herself for everything. That's why she was doing this. "You don't mean it."

"(Y/N), please. Don't make this more difficult than it is." She took her glass and continued drinking.

"Then, I'm leaving." You said softly and walked to her to leave a kiss on her temple. "I hope everything turns out okay." You were trying to remain calm. "Goodbye, Lena."

You knew Lena so well you recognized when she had spoken the last word. She wasn't going to change her mind about this, not now, and you certainly didn't want to turn this into another stressful situation by refusing to leave and confront her about it. So you walked to the door, still hoping she would call after you. When that didn't happen, you just left the house with a heavy heart.

That night you decided to stay at your own department, only messaging Kara and Sam, asking if there was any more news about Edge and the children. Around midnight, Kara called to let you know everything was fine. Lena hadn't been responsible for the lead poisoning, L-Corp had distributed an antidote, and she was feeling better. You were relieved to hear that and hoped Lena was really doing well.

You wanted to call her yourself but, after the conversation you had and actually leaving her, you weren't sure if that was a good idea now. Your mind was debating about it when you hear a knock on your door. Your mind went blank as you saw Lena standing there, uneasy and nervous, fidgeting with her hands. You didn't say anything and just opened the door to let her in.

"How are you?" You said after a moment of silence. "I heard the kids are getting better."

"Yeah, um, everything is solved now." Lena didn't seem to find what to do with her hands.

"Cool." You said nodding. You don't think you had felt this awkward with her since before you started dating.

"(Y/N), I...I came here to apologize." She gulped. "What I said, I was worried something could happen to you because of me. So I..."

"Thought breaking up with me would keep me safe?" You raised an eyebrow at her.

"I wasn't in my best moment." She admitted.

"You know," you sighted and started to pace around the living room, "since our very first date, I knew I was dating a workaholic genius CEO of a multibillion dollar company, with a complicated family history, and a magnet for dangerous situations. But I wanted to be with you. So I asked you on a second date, and a third, until I finally asked if you wanted to be my girlfriend."

You suddenly stopped and looked at her. Lena had been following you with attentive eyes. "Lena, from the beginning, I knew it was going to get... intense. And I was prepared to face everything with you. Together. But if you won't let me be there for you, then I...I don't know anymore."

She seemed to deflate at that. You hadn't realized exactly what you said until it was out of your mouth. It was true though. You wanted Lena to be part of your life and be part of Lena's. That included being there for each other. But, if she was going to cast you out every time she was in danger, you started to think your relationship wasn't going to work. Just like she had said.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." You saw Lena's eyes were watering when she came close to you. Her voice trembling. "I didn't want to lose you...I still don't want to lose you." She took your hand in hers. "Let me fix this, please."

Your mind started to debate again whether it was going to work. But you already knew, just by looking at her and feeling your hand in hers that, no matter what, you still wanted to be with her. There was no debate in that. You loved her, after all.

"I swear if you ever pull that on me again..." You took a deep breath.

"I won't, I promise." Lena sounded relieved. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, Lena." You said and she kissed you then, with a kiss that said she wasn't going to let you go ever again.

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Say Something Loving

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It has been a week since Lena proposed to her under the stars of National’s City Planetarium, which was closed for a whole night just for them.

They had dinner on the top floor of a fancy restaurant with an amazing view of the city and then headed to the planetarium where they watched the creation of the cosmos  while lying down on a blanket on the floor. They observed the stars and tried to name every constellation they could.

It was one of the romantic dates Lena loved to take her on, and she couldn’t think of a time she had been happier, they’d been together for a couple of years now. They had a few struggles but they figured out how to balance her life as Supergirl and Kara Danvers, with Lena’s life as the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Even her friends, whom were always distrustful of the youngest Luthor, had come to get to know and love her, making Lena part of their little family.

When she was distracted enough looking up at the projected sky, she felt Lena moving, turning on her side and before she could move too, she heard Lena say her name.

“Kara,” when she looked at her girlfriend through the dark, the only light in the room coming from the screen above them, Lena had the most wonderstruck look in her eyes and was holding the prettiest ring she’d ever seen, “will you marry me?”

The words took her by surprise and for a moment she could see the fear in Lena’s eyes, like she would ever say anything but yes, and although she was speechless, that didn’t stop  her from forming the biggest smile she’d ever given in her life.

She realized she was taking a bit too long to actually say the words out loud and not just inside her head. She reached one hand to touch Lena’s cheek and with her eyes starting to fill with tears, she finally put the suspense to an end.

 “Yes, yes absolutely, yes Lena”, she scooted closer and kissed Lena’s lips, cheek, nose, forehead, every inch of Lena’s face she could reach, while wearing a happy grin that matched Lena’s.  With happy tears trailing down her shiny green eyes, Lena kissed Kara back and sat up reaching for Kara’s hand and slipping the ring on finger.

That night, Kara had to fly them back to her apartment because no car would be fast enough for them, and they only had one way in mind to celebrate the new development in their relationship.

Now, a week later in Lena’s penthouse apartment, during a dinner with all of their friends and family to celebrate their engagement, Kara felt nervous. She felt as if the concealed ring she had, burned a hole through the pocket of her blue dress.

It took her days of dragging Alex and Maggie from jewelry store to jewelry store, trying to find the perfect ring to put on Lena’s finger, but she finally did after the third day.

After dinner they all gathered in the living room talking, even Eliza made the trip from Midvale to be part of the special moment with them, she was talking to Lena about L-Corp’s newest projects near the balcony door, while James, Winn and Maggie sat on the couch talking about Guardian’s adventures in Metropolis when he visited Clark a couple of weeks ago.

Kara was spacing out of her conversation with Alex, J’onn and Clark. Looking at all the important people in her life together in the same place, she decided it was time. Clearing her throat, she got everyone’s attention, and saw her sister giving her an encouraging smile. She moved to stand close to Lena and looked at everyone.

“Hey guys, I just wanted to say a few words if that’s okay...” She looked at Lena and received a small smile in return; taking Lena’s hand, she returned her attention to their guests.

“First, I wanted to say thank you to all of you for being here, this is a very special moment for Lena and I, and having you guys with us today means a lot. When I first landed on earth I couldn’t imagine I would be part of a family again and make such great friends, then I found you guys, became Supergirl and I was happy, but as happy as I was, I was still missing something…”

Kara turned towards Lena and gently squeezed the hand she was holding, the corners of her mouth lifting up into a small shy smile, “and then there was you. When I thought I would never find love, that I was destined to be alone seeing everyone around me being happy with the people they loved, never getting to have someone who’d love me and whom I could love, you found me and you loved me, the good parts and the bad and you let me into your life, you trusted me. You saw me for who I am, not Supergirl, the hero, but me Kara.”

Kara took Lena’s other hand into hers, and looked into the green eyes she loved so much. ”I know we’ve done this one way, that was our quiet private moment under the stars, where it was just us and nothing else. Now it’s my turn. We’ve been on this road for a while, going through all of these journeys, from strangers to friends, from friends to… Rao, I don’t think lovers could cover it, cause you’re so much more than that, than just my lover, you’re my soulmate Lena. This is a one way trip for me, no turning back, and I got my ticket,” she said looking at the ring on her finger with a smile,” and I would like for you to have yours”.  Lena had tears filling her eyes now, and she brought Kara’s hand closer to her lips and kissed it.

Kara let go of one of Lena’s hands, and reached for the ring in her pocket, holding it between her thumb and index finger, she could feel her own tears falling from her eyes. “Lena Luthor, I promise to love and care for you, to stand by your side come what may, and to try and make you happy every single day. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” Before she could finish her sentence, Lena was already nodding her head, but waited till she was done before pulling Kara closer and kissing her lips whispering a yes against her lips.

Kara pulled her into a tight hug while their guests cheered them on. “I love you, Lena” she whispered by her fiancés ear, and felt Lena hold her tighter, answering with her own “I love you too, Kara Zor-El”.

When she pulled away, Kara took Lena’s hand into hers and slipped the simple but elegant ring on her finger, kissing it like Lena had done with hers. Soon they were being embraced by a crying Winn telling them how happy he was for his friends. Then everyone came around to give them a hug and congratulate them again for the engagement, while Maggie poked fun at Kara for being extra and proposing all over again, even though they were already engaged.

Lena didn’t let go of Kara’s hand for the rest of the night till all of their guests had left. They were at the door waving at Alex and Maggie on their way to the elevator. When Kara closed the door, locking it up, Lena pressed her against the door, a smirk forming on her red lips.  In that moment she knew the celebrations were far from done for the night.

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Giant: Ch. 5

When you leave someone Their love lingers on, Like a fresh wound With no one to love.

The paper stared at her, refusing to blink. Lena knit her fingers together and rested her cheek on them as she lingered over the words that sat there. She blew air threw her lips and prepared herself to finally read her father's words.

Behind her, the city was covered in rain, the window covered in splotches so that it became nothing more than a blurry puddle. A record played from the unit across the room, blaring a grungy kind of punk she found for a dollar in the bottom bin of a place in Berlin. Loud kind of noise gave her calm. She needed it, to imagine her father’s first attempt at possible amends. Chaos of noise was oddly calming. Took her back to when things were simple.

The best case scenario, he was raving mad, and she could dismiss it. Worst case, he was still her father, and she would have to figure out how to have a father who murdered people and wasn’t remorseful or deserved her love, though she had little choice in the matter. She had to forget him. But it was impossible. He haunted her, following behind her name, tacked on the end with that Luthor.

She was supposed to be about twenty floors below, working in some lab. That was always her plan. Her parents knew it. Her mother used to take pride in the fact that Lena was a hands-dirty kind of girl, except when it came to her taking apart and modifying household appliances. But still, even through the anger, there was pride.

Lena wasn’t supposed to be upstairs. She was supposed to have a sector just for her where she could build things and she would leave by five every day, and she would have told Kara the truth one day, and she’d go home to her and pick up dinner on the way. She’d have friends. She’d have pride. She was supposed to have a different life.

For someone who came from absolutely nowhere, Lena sure did end up in one hell of a predicament.

She should have stayed gone. Should have changed her name.

But her mother’s name was Lillian Luthor, and she deserved better.

Instead, she looked up from the envelope that only held her first name, and she stared at the few pictures on her desk. A class ring sat there. The same one she lost at the beach on the day of her mother’s funeral. It was sitting in a box on the water tower when she returned and snuck away after buying the house for herself in Midvale. It had a note attached that was simple and sweet and broke her heart. It reminded her to be good, to be kind to the world, to accept a little sunlight on her cheek from time to time.

“Ms. Luthor, your eleven fifteen is here, the representative from CatCo,” Jess buzzed, interrupting the tiny part of the day that Lena squirreled away for herself.

She had to open the letter. She had to know. And yet, not one part of her wanted to actually do it.

With a small sigh, she turned and flicked the remote and turned down the noise coming from the speakers. The envelope got folded once more and shoved in a drawer, and Lena did not miss the sense of relief that came with avoiding it yet again, for just a moment.

“Still listening to that noise?”

She didn’t have to look up and greet the guest. Her heart skipped.

“Kara,” Lena breathed the name, the smile coming automatically, a knee-jerk response that she could never control.

Lena did research, kept tabs. Nothing compared to the girl before her though, who suddenly was very far from the gawky, lanky teenager she first met nearly a lifetime ago. Her hair was almost tamed, her eyes, this warmth. She was still the sun.

A full minute existed between them, and she took the first few steps, arms held wide as she moved to hug her friend, another reaction that was completely automatic, completely innate and purely muscle memory, that even it surprised her. The execution was different than she remembered, the body didn’t meld to her own, but instead remained rigid. Even as she pulled away and held Kara’s arms, still grinning despite the welcome, she saw a tenseness to her friend that was completely alien to her.

“Oh,” she swallowed and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I just--”

“It’s been a while,” Kara managed through a tight smile. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Of course. You know you don’t need an appointment, Kara. I meant to call, I’ve tried--”

“I didn’t know, actually,” she let slip before righting herself. “And I did need one. I’m here with CatCo at the request of Ms. Grant to see if you’d agree to an interview. She found out we were friends once. Thought you'd hear me out, but I understand if you don’t--.”

Her words were rehearsed and said firmly. She worked hard not to look at Lena, though it was proving more difficult than she’d anticipated.

“I knew you’d be mad,” Lena sighed and leaned against her desk, crossing her arms and looking away from the glare that her friend could muster. “I thought maybe you’d understand. I thought you’d have moved on from National City, to be honest.”

“I thought I'd have something so say, you know, about how much it sucked, that you left me. But you're here and I just…” Kara furrowed and shook her head, hugging her notes before she let her hands drop in front of her hips. “Just because I understand doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”

It was a stalemate that Lena never saw coming. She had an eleven fifteen and now she had Kara Danvers standing in front of her like a ghost, complete with a back catalog of memories attached maliciously.

“I didn’t know how to call you,” Lena finally confessed. “I couldn’t.”

“You were my best friend.” Her voice had that sad kind of anger in it, the tired kind of sad that felt so different coming from her. Lena could have gone her whole life without hearing her sound like that.

“You were too much good, Kara. I didn’t deserve it. After my father... what my family did. How could I even look at you?”

“But it wasn’t you, and I lost the one person who was always there. I only wanted to be there for you.”

“Can you understand the weight I was under? The press around me was terrible, the threats I got, the names people around me were called. Kara, the names of the people, I still see them--”

Kara swallowed and flexed her jaw, looking at Lena once before deciding the storm outside was a safer bet. She clenched her jaw and inhaled deeply. It was already going worse and better than she imagined. Seeing Lena was torture, and she was seventeen again, fawning. Seeing Lena renewed that pit in her stomach, the deep, dark hole of a pit that lived within her where people who left her dwelled.

The worst of it was, she understood. She let Lena off the hook long ago, for all of it. But the dark part of her, the deepest, most hidden, most frequently ignored and terrifying part of her, the part of her that missed the way Lena smiled and when she would walk by and Kara would smell her, or when she would go back to school and find a lingering hint of Lena Luthor on her shirt collar. That part of her, the part that was so wounded because hearts are the hardest things to heal, the most finicky, the most stubborn, the most prone to reinjury over nothing more than a whiff of a memory, that part of Kara held a grudge. A wounded, scornful, terrified kind of grudge that begged to just go away or fixed, but nothing in between.

“Ms. Grant would like to do an in depth interview with you about your life. Really describe you, give you a voice, let you distance yourself from your family. You won’t have to answer anything that would make you uncomfortable,” Kara tried, sticking to the basics, sticking to her job.

That was what she had originally planned. If she stayed quiet and she kept to the job, she could seem aloof, seem as if she’d forgotten entirely, and maybe that would help. Because she knew that hearing Lena’s reasons, seeing her eyes so close, it would be too much, even after so much distance.

“So this meeting is strictly work then,” Lena asked, smiling unhappily to herself, retreating to the defensive parts, tucking away this Lena she thought was long gone, but fought for air and sunlight when the Sun appeared.

“Please.”

“I think I’d be uncomfortable the entire time. I like sticking to work as a topic--”

“Which people find boring, keeps them talking. I think if you just get it over with, and Ms. Grant is amazing, she’s fair,” Kara listed, her hands moving quickly.

“You, better than anyone, knows my family, knows me, knows how we feel--”

“I haven’t seen you in almost three years. I don’t know you. I thought I knew...”

It had an uncharacteristic bite to it, and Lena oddly liked it, enjoyed the way Kara had outgrown some of her timidity, only to see it still lingering as she fidgeted with her glasses and second-guessed her words.

“I don’t think it ever goes away, the way we knew each other,” Lena promised, uncrossing her arms and making her way around her desk so that she could take a seat. “You’re mad at me, and you’re hurt, and I did that. But I did what I thought was right, and I’d do it again. That’s not what you’d want to hear, and I know it.”

“And we’re just supposed to go back to how things were? If I hadn’t been forced to come here, you would have never contacted me. And I know that. You know that. Don’t patronize me, Lena. You at least owe me that.”

“I’ve tried texting you every day. For three years. I get close. I type something, I delete it. I would have reached out to you. I can’t seem to help it. You know me. I take… time.”

“The interview can be--” Kara shook her head and blurted, falling back on her reason.

“So we can’t talk about things other than work?”

“Yes,” she blurted. “I mean. No. This was for work. I mean. No. We can’t. I came here for work, and only that. I came for work,” Kara repeated for herself.

“Alright,” the CEO sighed. “I guess we can’t go back to how things were. If there isn’t anything else, I’ll consider Ms. Grant’s proposal and be in touch within the week. Thank you for stopping by Ms. Danvers.”

It was dismissive as she could be, as much as it suddenly hurt. She picked up her pen and began to open up a stack of files. The thunder rolled through against the city, the windows leaked and dripped onto the streets below. Kara stared at the woman there behind the desk, and she felt this weight settle on her shoulders.

Kara didn’t think of how it was going to end. She spent the past week rehearsing this, not acknowledging that they had been friends, asking for Ms. Grant, and then leaving, but now, here she was, and there sat her friend, her missing piece, and she wanted to be fought for, for once, she couldn’t stand to watch Lena leave again. She didn’t mean to feel it all, but there it was.

“You didn’t return my calls, not even a word to let me know what was going on with you,” Kara interrupted Lena’s carefully crafted attempt at disinterest. “You were so important to me… I… I… I was in lov--”

“Dammit, Kara! I had to stay away from you!” Lena barked. “And it killed me! If you think it hurt you alone, then maybe you don’t know me.”

“What? You had to? I know that it wasn’t you. I know that you had nothing to do with that. I tried, and I do understand parts. I just can’t wrap my head arou--”

Lena balled her fists and shook her head as she closed her eyes. Seeing her upset, Kara reverted, automatically taking a step forward, drawn to her, before she retracted as the youngest Luthor stood in all of her glory.

“Because of your powers, because you became Supergirl, because Clark Kent is your cousin and Superman, and my brother was set on murdering him and any alien he could find,” Lena yelled. “I did what I thought was right, and I ran, and I hated every day of it, but I did it for you, because from the moment I met you, you’ve been the sun to me. And I’d take a not perfect life where you at least existed and were safe, to a few more perfect moments just to lose you.”

Shoulders tight, hands gripped tighter at the papers on her desk. She stood taller, her outburst under control a second later. Her chest heaved as she stifled what she could. Kara looked at her as if she’d been slapped, as if she’d been kicked or watched someone kick a puppy.

The entire range of human emotion crossed Kara’s face. Confusion and fear, to anger and doubt and guilt. She slumped on the chair, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to fathom what it all meant. She didn’t even begin to deny it, she wouldn’t insult Lena that way, but it was all news to her, and it changed absolutely everything.

“You… you knew?” she whispered, her fingers becoming a steeple in front of her face, holding her chin up as she tried to catch her breath. Her brow was a total furrow, a complete mountain in her shock.

“Of course I knew, Kara,” Lena scoffed as she sat back down, oddly more tired from this meeting than any other she could remember. “I told you, we knew each other. We know each other. I asked you to leave with me. I meant it. I wasn’t going to let him hurt you.”

“But… but you never… You didn’t say anything? How?”

“You were wearing a sweatshirt with your last name on it when you saved me the first time,” she shook her head and laughed. “And those eyes. I barely knew you, but I knew your eyes. You punched a hole in an engine, and you thought I’d just ignore it? That Lex would ignore it? You were his first hunt.”

“I-I--I didn’t…”

“I watched you land on my security camera. When you snuck onto my balcony. I read the articles, the accounts of someone helping. A semi that stopped, a girl plucked out of the ocean. You kept calling it ‘Earth Physics’. You snapped your phone in half and claimed it was asthma at the river that summer. You practically ripped up the water tower the night I kissed you.”

Lena almost enjoyed the way Kara’s face went pale and the realization and then blushed with the memory. It was so very her, and so very alive. It was like the sun.

“If Lex found you, if he knew, or if he figured out about your cousin, I just…” Lena confessed. “I knew he was up to something, I thought if I was out of the equation, it would help, make you less tempted to help. You stopped a speeding car, I had no doubt you’d try to stop him. So I told him it was a man that matched Superman’s description that kept saving me, and I pretended you didn’t exist. You were just a stranger, I told him. You couldn’t be the sun to me.”

Three years worth of bitter hurt and angry bubbled between them, and Kara knew all of the answers before she even heard them or asked. It all fit together too neatly, it all made sense, it all felt as if she shouldn’t be mad, and yet she was .

“You’re right.”

“How?”

“I would have gotten involved a lot sooner.”

“See?” she quirked an eyebrow, challenging with that know-it-all smile. “And then Lex got captured, and you became Supergirl. I owe the world a debt as a Luthor, so here I am. We all have our roles to play.”

“How long did you know?”

“It took me a bit to piece it together,” Lena confessed. “Maybe your sophomore year of college to be certain.”

“You left to keep me safe?” Kara realized, catching up with all of the data being input into her brain at once.

“I tried. The night you came over, I tried to push you away, and two minutes into it, I was putty in your hand. I had to make a clean getaway, because I couldn’t tell you to go. I couldn’t leave. I was in love with you.”

“I can’t… I don’t… What happened…” Kara stood and paced, her body needing some kind of activity to make it not explode. Her lungs swelled and stuttered and her eyes felt like they were full. “I wasn’t… does anyone… my sister… Lex Luthor.”

Lena watched her push her hand into her chest, to try to control her heartbeat, though she failed miserably and kept pacing through the office. Half bent over, she placed her hand on her knee and stared at the floor.

“You. I lost… you. Clark said… I could have had you… I was… This…is... my fault.”

“Kara,” Lena whispered, carefully approaching the glitching girl.

“No! Don’t!” she yelled, her arms out as a warning as she righted herself. “Just… Let me think. I just need a minute… to process, all of this.”

An entire life of possibilities was right there, and Kara didn’t know what to do with all of the information. It overwhelmed her.

“I’m sorry. I mean that. You have to know how much I--”

“I have to go.”

“Wait, Kara,” Lena took another step. “Don’t go. Just… wait. Let me explain more, apologize more. Once Lex got put away, I just didn’t know how to call you, how to tell you. I was going to be the villain to you to keep you safe. I was going to take this to my grave, you have--”

“I have to go,” she repeated, grabbing her bag and shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I… can’t… be here. Near you. Right now. Thank you. For telling me”

As much as she protested, Lena watched Kara smile quickly and nod and adjust her glasses before quickly leaving the office. She thought reading her father’s letter was going to be the most draining part of her day. Now Lena felt like the girl about to go away to college who kissed her best friend and thought she’d lost her forever.

For three hours, Kara paced. She was ready to start wearing a hole into the ground of the DEO training room. If it weren’t for her tiny breaks spent punching concrete, she might have thought herself straight into a rut so deep she’d never be able to get out.

From the window upstairs, she looked like a tiger at the zoo, all muscle and lankiness and savage fangs. J’onn watched from time to time, hoping to see his employee work off the steam of whatever was happening. But it never came. All that happened was the ornery tiger refusing to be tired out by her own antics.

By the third straight night of “training,” J’onn was convinced the hero had never been serious about something for so long, or held onto something so tightly as whatever made her go crazy and through more concrete than they allotted budget for in a month. It was a worrisome sight.

“I’m busy,” Kara grunted, jabbing slightly, breathing carefully. She didn’t look up as her boss glided into the room, though she sensed him soon enough.

“I can see that. Whatever all this concrete did to you, I’m sure it had it coming,” he nodded, nudging a block with the toe of his boot disinterestedly as he crossed his arms. “What’s going on, kid?”

“Nothing,” she shrugged, punching again.

“Really? Because last week, work was going well, crime was down, and then Lena Luthor held a-” The punches and grunts grew harder and J’onn verified his suspicions easily. “Press conference, and now you’ve been training so much, I haven’t seen you sleep. You’re on longer patrols. You’re doing research for Snapper at all hours...”

He felt the way Kara felt about Lena, even without being able to read her mind. He certainly caught a glimpse of Lena’s feelings in this jumbled mess that reminded him of a tangled piece of yarn, folded over and knotted within itself over so much self-doubt and self-preservation and fear, sat this feeling of nothing but adoration for the Kryptonian. Pure, unadulterated awe and this almost peace that wavered beneath the panic of seeing her. J’onn felt it all, knew that Ms. Luthor was harmless, not like her family, knew that she had a complicated relationship with herself, knew that she left to protect Kara. He was almost in awe of her.

“I sleep.”

“Sure.”

A few more punches, and Kara debated with herself, slowing down before giving an almighty punch and rolling her shoulder blades as she turned away and put her hands over her head as she tried to catch her breath. It was exhausting, to hold so much, to think so much, exhausting and entirely impossible to sleep.

“She knows, okay?” Kara finally confessed, too guilty to look at the fatherly figure of her life. “She’s known since before I did... this... She’s known since I was in high school.”

“Knows what? That you’re an alien?”

“Yes. Kind of. I think. She knows I’m Supergirl. I didn’t get into the details with her I had a lot,” she gestures her hands in front of her face wildly. “A lot happening in my brain, with her being back and then... that.”

J’onn smiled a bit while Kara continued to pace and unwrapped her hands, tossing the binding on the ground in her annoyance. Her skin shone with sweat and her muscles were tense and angry. There were many times in which he bore the duty of his life quite quietly. There were many times J’onn did not know what to say to someone else who lost their entire world, because when he thought about it, there was nothing anyone could tell him to make it alright.

Suddenly, he was very much out of his depth with these feelings Kara seemed to struggle with and about.

“You must feel strongly for her, for Lena,” he reasoned.  “Very strongly.”

“I don’t...” Kara scoffed and shrugged and balked and shook her head. “No. I don’t. That’s not. No. We were friends. Good friends. She was my best friend, and then she just. No. She left. I was. No.”

“Right.”

“What do you mean, anyway?” she cocked her head slightly, itching her eyebrow and furrowing her entire being. “I mean. Why would you say that? That. No.”

“I just mean… Someone who does all of this to you, they must be important.”

“You barely know her. Unless you-- J’onn, did you?”

“Just to see if she was a threat, like her family.”

“And?” Kara held her breath.

“What do you honestly think?”

“The girl I knew would never,” she shook her head quickly. “Never ever would Lena hurt anyone. She talked about building prosthetics. That was her senior science fair entry and Masters’ Thesis. But now… I didn’t think she’d leave either, so who knows.”

“Kara.”

“No. She couldn’t, and I don’t need you to confirm it. I know,” she sighed and pushed her hands into her damp hair.

“What’s bothering you, Kara? If you know she’s good, then--” he shook his head and crossed his arms, held his signature pose with added confusion on his face. “If you still know deep down, in your heart, then what’s the trouble? Her name doesn’t--”

“It’s not… No,” she swallowed and clenched her jaw.  

Kara put her hands on her hips, her shoulders drooping slightly, her head shaking, her stomach churning, a mix of hunger and regret that bothered her immensely. When she got locked up, her boss would calmly wait for her to find words. A few different languages sometimes popped up, weird sounds that meant nothing to anyone but her. Kara was certain that there weren’t enough languages to describe what Lena had done to her head in just a short meeting after years apart. Years that didn’t feel like years at all.

Patiently, J’onn just watched, waited. Kara ran her forearm across her forehead and sighed after giving up with the attempts at verbalizing. If she said it outloud, then it would be true. But she had to say the words aloud, or else she’d demolish everything in the city.

“I was afraid to be in love with her. She was... I couldn’t lose my best friend. We made plans, we always felt... safe together,” she explained, knitting together her fingers before looking at J’onn finally. “She liked me, for me. She liked who I was, and I felt so almost normal. I felt… I forgot who I wasn’t and I got to just exist. I was willing to swallow it for her. To keep her. And then she left, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. For months. For years. I just… She appeared one day and everything was different.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” she blushed a bit and shook her head. “I wanted to be her friend. I just wanted a little feeling in my life of what she brings. This peace. And then I saw her at the trial, before she disappeared again. I just wanted to... do something. I was going to tell her what she meant. To me. But she left.”

“And now she’s here.”

“Yeah,” Kara swallowed and ran her hands over her face before spinning and pacing again.

“How did the meeting go?”

“I haven’t left the DEO in a week, if that tells you anything.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“She seems just as confused as you, if that helps.”

“She left to keep me safe,” Kara admonished, frowning at the implication of the words. “She left because she was afraid I’d end up hurt by her brother. She left me, when I was all she had, and it couldn’t have been easy.”

“I can’t stand to see you like this,” he continued, recognizing the ire present with the warning. “Take it from someone who has lost… someone who has lost the thing that made their heart beat,” Kara frowned at the description, meeting his eyes with a softness that hurt. “There is a time limit to happiness. You don’t get to control it, but you can fight like hell to have it as long as possible. You get to decide what you want, but you just have to decide. After that, it’s simple.”

“I don’t know.”

“I would hate for you to miss out on one second of the possibility of love like I have experienced, Kara.”

“Can you turn back time three years and give me it all over again?”

“Yes. It’s a power I just developed,” J’onn rolled his eyes. “You don’t get to change her mind. She did what she did. Now she’s back, and you have to choose. You either care for her still, or you don’t.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is, actually,” he argued, pushing himself up and dusting off his knee disinterestedly.

“She left me.”

“You’re an adult now, Kara. You know things are always more complicated than they look.”

“I hate it.”

She didn’t want to hear it, and stalked across the room, her shoulders growing tense once more as the weight settled atop them. It was exhausting, hating Lena. It took all of her energy just to attempt it.

“Please take it easy.”

“I’m fine,” she grunted, pushing aside more gravel.

“I meant on her.”

“Yeah,” Kara nodded and looked away once more, inhaling and filling her lungs as she closed her eyes.

As much as she didn’t want to, Lena did the interview. It was difficult and invasive, but she did it because Kara asked, and still, after years and miles and a multi-million dollar company under her belt, she was a sucker for those eyes and that face. It took an entire bottle of expensive wine to wash away some of the things that came up, but Lena muscled through in hopes that it might help. Her expensive therapist said it was a good idea, and that was something.

The flowers didn’t do anything though. The vases of every type imaginable and the boxes of chocolates and muffin baskets, stacks of take out and mountains of pizza. Kara was radio silent, and Lena deserved it. She knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, she never even thought  seeing Kara again was an option. Now that it was, Lena would do what she could. With her brother gone, with her attempt to save the name, it was all a second chance. She could allow herself that, to be herself, at least a bit.

It was the right decision, she knew, but the right choice could still be costly.

Lena gave up debating as she finished pouring herself a glass of wine and flipped through one of the reports she would have to finish before her morning call. Leaning against the island in the kitchen, she picked at a sandwich with little interest. The news played in the living room, no one to listen to it at all, though it unobtrusively filled up the quiet.

If it weren’t winter, she would have enjoyed a boring financial statement outside. Maybe given up and picked up a better book and dozed into the early morning on the balcony that overlooked the entire city. Not another building stood taller, not another roof was near the penthouse Lena bought. Something about the view, about how it was terrifying and magnificent at the same time. It was her own little home, the first she ever bought on her own, and it was a castle.

The fire cracked in the living room. Lena shifted her bare legs, itching the back of her calf with her foot lazily. It was a familiar kind of night for her, more often than not.

“I don’t think it’s ever mattered, alien or human,” a voice read as her balcony door opened and Kara stomped in, nose in a magazine. “Why would it matter where someone is from? It’s what they do when they’re here. That’s why I fight for inclusion, and against the hate my family tried to cultivate. I never understood it. My family was made sick, picked up a weakness, and tried to exploit it. I fight against that bullying.”

“Dammit, Kara, can’t you knock? You used to at least knock, and even then that scared me half to death,” Lena scolded after she yelped. “I didn’t--”

“The night my mother died, I got so angry and I hated the world, but I had someone pull me out. I don’t think my brother and father had that, as much as I tried,” Kara continued, ignoring Lena’s objection. Her voice was irate and incredulous at the quotes pulled from the story that would hit stands in a week.

“Lena Luthor is quiet, bashful, even as she swirls the straw in her lemonade. She skirts the issue on her sudden departure, on her shunning of the family business for as long as possible. Much more introspective than one would imagine, everything seems to be internal-- I read a poem once, that said the same place from which you draw your sorrow, is where you find your joy. The deeper the sorrow, the deeper the joy, and vice versa. The greatest sorrows of my life have all stemmed from the greatest, most difficult decisions I could make to save the joy. I keep hoping that if I keep digging through the sorrow, I’ll find joy one day.”

“She wasn’t a terrible interviewer. I’d never call myself bashful though,” she shrugged, but quieted as Kara held up a finger signaling a need for another moment.

“I want to be well, I want to do good. People think there’s more to it than that. I’m imperfect, and I can’t even imagine perfection anymore, just better. I’m trying to be better, and I am not my family.”

The magazine smacked against the countertop. Kara looked at her as if she was accusing her of high treason, though none of the words she read seemed especially damning. If anything, Lena had tried to be honest. She tried to be nice, like Kara always begged. She thought she’d be happy, or at least not upset. That never seemed an option, and yet, Lena was left perplexed.

“You left!” Kara yelled.

“You asked me to do that interv--”

“I’m not perfect, you know that, right?”

“I don’t know about that,” Lena smiled. “You bring perfect moments. There must be something there.”

As much as Kara watched Lena enjoying this battle, she felt nothing but exasperated anger and annoyance. And then she realized she flew to Lena’s, and she barged in, and she caught her drinking wine in nothing but an old button up pyjama top and messy bun, and she was even more angry at that realization.

Nothing about the past few weeks was going as it was supposed to go. Ever since Lena walked back into her life, she recognized that a missing piece existed. She had been able to pretend it didn’t for so long. Now it was aching and she was standing right there.

“I’m not perfect! We’re not perfect! There’s no such thing as perfect!” Kara wailed. Her shoulders moved up and down in deep, heavy waves, ebbing with a kind of anger that only could be brought about by someone she loved.

“You’re very wrong,” the CEO shook her head. “You’re perfect to me, Kar--”

Super speed. Lena never thought of it as being so literal until she found herself pushed against the cold fridge. A magnet of a Highland chief dug into her back. The chill of the front made her bare thighs shiver.  

The first time she kissed Kara, it was an innocent and drunk kind of thing, the perfect mix of young and naive, tinged with absolute love. The second time Kara kissed her, it was gentle and afraid, a quiet kind of confession. As far as Lena was concerned, the third time was the charm.

Out of breath, she gasped as Kara kissed her chin, kissed the side of her mouth, rested her forehead against Lena’s because she couldn’t smother her and that was her only option. Legs wrapped around Kara’s waist, she held her there like nothing. Lena dug her fingers into the fabric of her shirt, her own half tugged and pulled in various directions in the hustle and bustle. Hearts racing, she slowed it as much as she could, kissing her again, earning a little noise as she found Lena’s mouth eager. Forever, they kissed. Kara didn’t want to stop until she couldn’t breathe.

“What’s wrong?” Lena whispered, afraid to make any noise louder than that or her heart throbbing in her chest. She ran her knuckle along Kara’s jaw and cheek, hoping it could distract her from the thoughts that were tormenting.

“I just wanted to remember this, in case things were never good again.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen.”

It was Lena’s turn, to make the trip, to travel the distance, and so she stretched and kissed Kara, sucked on her lip, bit it, fixed it, pulled every damn second she could from it. She felt Kara push her harder, heard the crunch of metal as a hand dug into her fridge panel. It didn’t stop her one bit. If anything, it pushed her harder. To be able to do that to the reserved, gentle girl, was a sort of power that was exhilarating.

“We can’t,” Kara pulled away, dropping Lena to her feet, making her head spin wildly at the loss of contact after so much. “You’re… I kept a distance. We. We’re us. You left. I don’t even know if I like you. We were friends, never--”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“But you did,” she shook her head and ran her thumb across her swollen lips. “I can’t... want you, and then. It’s. You. We’re friends.”

“I’ll take whatever you would give me,” Lena confessed.

“Since you were seventeen?” Kara begged, as she held herself up on the island. Blue eyes were big and afraid of the answer. Lena just nodded while the other inhabitant of the kitchen waged such a war with herself that it looked almost painful.

“I didn’t expect any of this. I just… How was I supposed to call, Kara?”

The look Kara gave her was pained and hopeful, a dangerous combination of wanting something and having it right there.

“I broke your fridge.”

“It’s mostly for show any--”

Lena didn’t get to finish, she found herself in a newly familiar position.

“You have to stop doing that,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around her hero once again. She clutched tighter, contradicting her wish.

Kara didn’t have any words because she was overloaded and the only thing she knew was this that was what she’d wanted forever, and she’d do whatever she could to hold Lena Luthor in her hands for as long as possible. Which meant no words ever again, just kissing every bit of soft skin she’d dreamt about since she caught those eyes in the hall.

Next

[lostinamazon]

Lena didn’t believe in destiny. She didn’t believe in fate. But if she had to choose a moment for where she started to believe that maybe there was something out there that connected people’s lives together, invisible strings bringing them closer, and then closer until they didn’t know where one ended and the other started, her mind would always wander to that sunny day. The day that she made a few small and casual decisions that lead her to find something very close to fate. Because he was hers, and she was his the moment the invisible strings changed their lives forever. • Lena felt the headache coming from miles away. And she had just started her day at the office. Projects and labs to supervise, new investors to meet, board members to overpower, interviews to give. She thought starting the day even earlier than usual would help her keep her schedule on time for once, but clearly the lack of sleep didn’t seem like the brightest idea right now. And she skipped breakfast, something Lena promised Kara she wouldn’t do anymore. Now her system craved breakfast. Feeling defeated and slightly guilty for not following her friend’s requests, Lena stood up, grabbing her light coat and black purse, walking out of the office, stopping by Jess’s desk to inform her secretary she would eat something at the small Café down the street. It was a sunny day in late July but not too warm, just perfect. She walked inside the Café and not surprisingly, one of the waitresses quickly ran to her, scribbling down her order and running back behind the counter to prepare her soy latte, toast and bagels – damn Kara for that. As she waited, Lena observed the park across the street through the glass windows. A couple of people were running, a man was playing with his dog with a frisbee, and a few kids threw bread crumbs to the ducks in the small pond as they followed their parents to school probably. Once the waitress came back with her order and giving the young girl a fifty dollar bill telling her to keep the change, Lena decided to enjoy her breakfast in one of the park’s benches. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, sipping her latte and chewing her amazing bagel, when someone sat on the other end of the bench. Lena didn’t notice them at first, just watching the ducks inside the small lake and enjoyig her breakfast, headache forgotten, but then she heard some fumbling and whining. A young blonde woman was sitting there trying to soothe a not very happy baby in her arms. “Having some trouble there?” Lena asked. The girl looked up and only then Lena noticed the blonde was so much younger than she first had thought. She couldn’t be older than seventeen. She was wearing worn out clothes, both she and the baby looked like they could use a bath and judging by the stains on the girl’s cheeks, she too had been crying. The girl looked Lena up and down carefully, as if deciding if she was worth her time, but then she looked down at the baby who started to whine again. “No, he’s just... hungry.” The girl grabbed a small bottle with milk from the bag she had left on the ground, and offered it to the baby, who sucked the bottle's nipple hungrily. Lena frowned, and she couldn’t help but keep watching he girl feed the baby, who was now kicking his legs with satisfaction. Lena has seen homeless people before, she donated hundreds of dollars for shelters, she wasn’t dumb. The more she observed the two of them, the more she realized the girl probably had been wandering around for God knows how long. The girl sniffed, crying quietly, and Lena saw the baby kicking his legs so much that one of his dirty socks slipped off of his small foot. Lena grabbed the sock and sat a little closer to them. “Here...” she slipped the sock back on, before asking, “how old is him?” The girl placed the now empty bottle inside the bag and adjusted the baby in her arms, “Seven months...” she said quietly, eyes never meeting Lena’s. “Right...” Lena bit her bottom lip, as the girl kept trying to make the baby burp. “Look, maybe I could help you? I have money and you look li-“ “I know I'm fucked up, okay? I don’t need a snob rich lady to remind me!” the girl said angrily. “No! I’m only trying to-” “To remind me that I ruined my life!” The girl interrupted Lena again. The baby started crying again. “I already carry a seven month reminder, thank you! I made a mistake... he was a mistake... I didn’t want any of this. I don’t want any of this...” the girl was crying harder now, and the baby kept screeching loudly, and before they knew it, he burped, spitting vomit on the girl’s jacket. “Fuck...” She looked down at the mess on her jacket and shirt, swearing under her breath and trying to not drop the baby. Lena sighed, “Let... let me hold him.” The girl didn’t seem too pleased to accept Lena’s help, but ended up handling the baby to Lena to wipe the vomit off of her clothes. Lena actually never had a baby in her arms in entire life. And it’s not that she didn’t like kids, she found them... interesting to say the least, but it was never an experience she had approached before. She held him by the armpits, his legs kicking the air, and Lena found surprisingly dark green eyes looking back at her with curiosity. “Dammit... l-look I’ll... I-I need to... clean this mess. I’ll use the Café’s restroom... can you...c-can you keep na eye on him?” Lena nodded, still looking right at the baby’s eyes. She didn’t want to push her luck and be the next vomit target. She was wearing a three hundred dollars shirt. The girl walked away then, and if Lena had been paying attention, she would’ve seen the young girl looking at them one last time, before walking the opposite direction of the Café. Lena sat there for ten minutes. Then twenty. She started to panic with half an hour. When Jessica called her, worried about her boss an hour later, Lena only mumbled, “Jess, I'm in big trouble.” Lena sat there, waiting for her driver to come pick her up, looking down at the sleepy baby in her arms, his small hand found a lock of her hair and held it firmly as he drifted off to sleep. “Well, shit.” • Lena was in panic. Once her driver finally found her, Lena carried the sleeping baby and his bag to the car, telling John to take her back to her apartment.  She quickly dialed Jessica's number again, glancing at the baby sprawled on the back seat every now and then.  "Miss Luthor? Your eight o'clock is already here. He's been waiting for almost half an hour." Jess sounded desperate, but clearly Lena didn't have time for that. "Jess, cancel everything I have for today! I need you to meet me at my apartment in ten minutes." Lena saw the baby starting to move as he opened his eyes, chin already trembling. "Actually, bring all of my PA team! I need you all there! A-And maybe a doctor... a pediatrician! See you soon!" As she picked the baby boy up again, Lena though the unpteeth time why did she have to decide to start her day earlier, or go to that damn Café, or enjoy her fucking breakfast on that stupid bench. She had no idea how to look after a baby. She used to skip breakfast until Kara threatened her for Christ's sake! She was in so much trouble.  A couple of hours after meeting her team of personal assistants - and a pediatrician - in her apartment, Lena thought she might had the situation under control.  She had set up a small computer network in her office, where Jessica, Pam and Alana had been researching how to take care of a seven month old baby or any traces of his mother, and listened carefully to the doctor's instructions after a quick exam: the baby was mild dehydrated, but other than that he was fine, she just had to keep offering him water and juices in small doses or else he could end up throwing up again. The four of them managed to give him a bath (it was very messy, and the baby didn't seem to like when Alana touched him), change his dirty clothes for clean ones (since Alana had to stay away from him, Lena asked her to buy a list of things babies might need), Lena finally placed the boy inside the brand new playpen in her living room with brand new appropriate toys for seven month old babies (they really did their research). She only had him for three hours and Lena was already exhausted. How did normal people manage to raise more than one of those for years? Closing her eyes for a moment, Lena almost groaned when Jess approached her. "What, now?" "Miss Danvers is downstairs, ma'am. She said you were supposed to have lunch together and you weren't picking up your phone. She was worried." Jess said all that blushing for some reason. Lena sighed, feeling like slapping herself. After everything that happened she had forgotten about lunch with Kara completely.  "Send her in." Lena said, before walking towards the bathroom to make sure she looked at least a little bit presentable for Kara.  Not for Kara, of course! Just... for the visit. Once she walked back to the living room, Jess was already greeting Kara in the hall. Lena felt something funny in her belly as she saw Kara smiling at her secretary, before their eyes met over Jessica's shoulder.  Lena approached them, smiling. "Hey, Kara, I'm so sorry about our lunch!"  "Forget about lunch," Kara wrapped her arms tightly around Lena, and the CEO couldn't help but hug her friend back. "I was worried sick about you! I went to the office and you weren't there or any of your army of secretaries and absolutely no one knew what was happening! You can't do that ever again!" When they pulled away Kara moved her hands to her waist with an angry pout. It was adorable but Lena wouldn't say that out loud. Lena was about to respond when she noticed Jess was still there, looking back and forth between her boss and the reporter with dreamy smile in her lips. Lena cleared her throat, "So, Jess... you can keep working in the office." "I already made a list of the best formulas to buy, ma'am." Jess said quickly. "Jess..." Lena glared at her secretary, who finally snapped out of it. "Oh! Right! I'll... go... keep working in the office. Excuse me." Then she walked away. Kara smiled even thought she had that crinkle between her eyebrows.  "Sorry about that." Lena mumbled, blushing a little. "And if you keep doing that Supergirl pose, more people will find out who you are." "Oh..." Kara looked down at her hands, "Damn it. Anyway... what happened?" Lena hummed. How could she explain a teen mom had abandoned her baby in a park with Lena and that she had absolutely no idea how to deal with the situation she had in hands? Lena looked over her shoulders towards the living room, where the baby was still in his playpen. She could hear him playing with those noisy toys Alana bought.  Kara followed her gaze, x-raying the wall probably since she gasped loudly. "Is that a...?" "I can explain." "Lena, you have a baby in your living room!"  Kara quickly walked over to the living room, and Lena couldn't help but find extremely funny how Kara opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again, trying to keep the smile off of her face.  The baby, feeling he had company, quickly forgot his stuffed octopus (one of the many stuffed animals Alana bought), and turned to look at the new visit. Lena noticed his eyes twinkle in recognition for a moment when he saw Kara, but too soon he realized she wasn't who was expecting and started to cry loudly, pushing the stuffed animal away in frustration.  "Oh, no, did I upset him?" Kara asked, approaching him slowly and picking him up from the playpen, wrapping her arms securely around his small body and holding the baby close to her chest. Lena placed her hand in her belly for a moment, feeling something very weird and unknown in her chest as she observed Kara with a blond baby boy in her arms, cooing him softly.  Alarmed by the baby's cries, Pam came running from the kitchen with an already warm bottle of milk in hand, offering it to her boss. "Here it is, ma'am!" "Thanks, Pam."  When Lena’s secretary disappeared back inside, Kara looked at the brunette with raised eyebrows.  "So, what happened?" Lena sighed and started to tell Kara everything that had happened that morning, and how she ended up with a baby she knew nothing about but her his age in her arms. “I can’t believe you made a task force to take care of a baby!” Kara chuckled, sitting on the couch with the blond boy in her arms, making silly faces as she fed him his beloved bottle of milk.  "I know nothing about looking after a baby!" Lena defended herself. "It's not that hard, you know. Alex and I used to babysit for extra money to buy junk food and punk rock CD's and we were only teenagers!" Kara mocked Lena, handling the now empty bottle to the CEO, who only rolled her eyes at her friend. Kara made him stand up on her thighs, and Lena couldn’t help but find the two of them adorable together. He touched Kara's nose softly, then poked her cheeks before moving to her mouth, doing a curious examination of her face, before laughing when Kara pretended to bite his small fingers.  It was the first time Lena saw him smiling, and the weird feeling in her stomach came back with full force. "Oh, so he's not completely toothless." Lena said, sliding closer to the blondes, trying to give a better look at the set of four teeth he had.  "Stop sciencing him!"  "Sciencing? Is that even a word?" Lena smirked at Kara, but the blonde only shoved her away with her shoulder playfully. "You're treating him like he is one of your work projects! He's a baby, for Rao's sake! You're making your secretaries do researches on how many calories babies should eat a day, how to he should sleep, even how to hold a baby properly. It's not how it works. He's not some empirical phase you have to deal with before writing a theses." Lena frowned at Kara, "And how would you know that?" Kara bit her bottom lip, adjusting the boy in her arms, letting him play with her phone for a moment, since he seemed to like the moving colors of the screen lock. "Back on Krypton, we knew the planet was dying, and my parents knew I'd have to follow Kal-El here. I did... some kind of training. I was so young and I'd be responsible for a baby in a strange place. Of course it didn't work, but even back on Krypton my mother said I just had to learn to follow my instincts sometimes. I'm not saying every woman has maternal instincts, I'm saying everyone has survival instincts, and babies need us to follow it sometimes. They don't need it to be too calculated, they just need to feel protected." Lena looked down at the boy in Kara's arms, trying to catch the moving colors in her phone with his fingers. She couldn't imagine the heavy burden of the massive responsability on her shoulders until now. Just like the girl in the park she didn't ask for any of this. How could she do it? "I... I don't know if I can do it, Kara." She said quietly, still looking at the baby. Kara gently turned to Lena to give her one of those soft and intense looks Lena loved so much.  "So, what else can you do?" Lena tough for a second, "I was thinking about... finding his mother... and if I don't... then... I... don't know." She felt like a failure right now. Lena had a pretty good photographic memory, so she had her security team looking around for the blonde girl, but it's been hours and nothing. She was left with a seven month old baby boy and she had absolutely no idea what she could do about that.  "I don't even know his name." She mumbled. Kara sighed, wrapping one of her arms arms around Lena's shoulders, still holding the baby with the other. She felt the blonde pressing a kiss against her temple, before saying, "Look, remember what I told you about my family motto?" "El mayarah." Lena said with a smile. She loved how kryptonese rolled off of her tongue easily now after a couple of fun classes from Kara. "Stronger together, yes." Kara smiled. "No matter what you decide to do, I'll be by your side. I'll help you look after his mother, even. But if you decide to keep him around, you won't do it alone, Lena. I'll help you all the way, and I'll protect your both, always. El mayarah.  • If taking care of a baby for almost four hours was exhausting for Lena, two whole weeks was pure torture. It's been two weeks since she last stepped inside L-Corp, having been working from her home office this entire time since she was left with a seven month old human being who's sole purpose in life was eat, cry and poop.  And how did he poop.  She still had Jess around to help her with work related stuff, but also to have an extra pair of hands in case the baby decided to throw a fit in Lena's arms after waking up from his is midday nap time in a grumpy mood, or if he decided to not try the mashed avocados Lena offered him, spitting everything out right on the very expensive carpet.  She couldn't understand that. She loved avocados! And she hasn't slept in just as long, even though he slept through the night, Lena still woke up to feed him or change his diapers. And he was a little kicker and a blanket stealer! Since she still didn't have time to buy a crib (something she wanted to do herself), the baby had been sleeping with Lena in her king sized bed. She placed him right in the middle, surrounded by pillows and blankets, but somehow, he would always roll up to her side of the bed, kicking her in the ribs or right in the face, she even woke up with him right in top of her chest once.  And okay, she didn't get upset that one time, it was funny actually, how he always found a way snuggle up to her in the middle of the night.  But people were starting to wonder, specially people that worked with Lena. Jess told her the board was going insane, everyone wondering what was happening and creating theories.  "Miss Luthor. The PR team is on the line. Again." Jess said nervously, moving to pick the baby up and feed him herself as she gave the phone to Lena. The baby grumbled unhappy, but didn't make anyother sound after being offered the bottle's nipple again. Lena noticed he looked... chubby-er. Lena took a deep breath, before answering the call. "Yes, Mark?" "Lena, I'm sorry to interrupt you again, but we need to give something to the press. And to the board members. There are all kinds of rumours spreading around. The board think you're partying out in Ibiza or something, the employees think you have cancer, and somehow the press is talking about the baby." As she listened to the head of her PR team, Lena saw Kara walking inside her apartment (she had free access now). They smiled at each other, before Kara took the now excited boy from Jess's arms, softly rubbing his back to make him burp and talking quietly but animated to him. Lena felt her lips turning upwards at the sight, because for two weeks now Kara was determined to help him say his first words , even though Lena explained babies only started to form some words from nine to fourteen months. "Lena?" "Oh, sorry, Mark. Look, I'm really sorry to put you in this position. I'll have something for you by the end of the day, okay?" She heard him sigh on the line, but she couldn't do much else.  "Okay. Bye." Lena ended the call and approached Kara and the baby. "Hey, you." She greeted her friend. "Hey, yourself." Kara offered her cheek for Lena to kiss and honestly, if Kara Danvers offered you her cheek for a kiss you just kissed her damn cheek.  So Lena did. When she pulled away the baby was smiling all bashful like at them.  "Oh, I think he wants a kiss, too!" Kara turned to him. "Don't you, little one? Do you want to be lucky enough to get a kiss from that beautiful woman right there?" She pretended to listen to him. "Oh, he told me he totally wants you to kiss him, too!" Lena laughed at Kara's silly act, the familiar warmth in her chest whenever the reporter was around or said something like 'beautiful woman' to Lena, making itself known again. Lena shook her head. "I'm not kissing this little poop machine." Kara gasped. "He is not! As if Lena Luthor doesn't poop! She totally does, little one!"  "I don't make people wipe my butt!" "Stop embarrassing him and kiss him!" Kara pushed the baby in her direction and Lena pretended she didn't want to kiss him once more, before finally giving up, wrapping her arms around Kara and by extension, the baby, kissing his blonde head with affection.  She really loved the little poop machine. She pretended she didn't, but it was so hard to not love him and the way he only fell asleep in her arms, a lock of her hair wrapped around his chubby fist. Or how he smiled at her silly faces as she fed him, or how he looked at new things with such an interest and curiosity she was almost certain he was the next genius in the world.  "It wasn't so hard, was it? This little man deserves all the love in the world! All the love. You deserve everything that's good out there." Kara said quietly, holding him even closer, and Lena noticed the reporter was teary-eyed.  "Kara... what's wrong?" The blonde sniffed, and Lena guided lead them to her bedroom for privacy. Once they were there, she sat next to Kara on her bed. Kara was silent for a moment, before she said quietly, "I found his mother." Lena gasped. She knew Kara was looking around for the girl, but Lena was almost giving up by now.  "How? W-When?" "I used that digital image you made of her." Kara said. "She wasn't in National City anymore. She's in Gotham." Lena frowned, "And? Did she say something about getting back?'" Kara looked right into Lena's eyes, and for the first time since they met, Lena saw Kara angry, her voice trembling. "She's not coming back. And I don't want her near him!"  "What happened?" "She's a drug addicted. When I tried to convince her to come back for him, she said he's lucky she didn't thew him in a trash can like she felt like doing so many times. She said she trated his formula for drugs once and he kept crying all night! She said he ruined her life! She doesn't want him and she doesn't deserve him!"  Lena was breathing heavily now, hands clenched in fists as she thought about everything Kara just told her. How could someone say all that about its own child? She felt like her jaw might break from how hard she was clenching and unclenching it. "That fucking bitch." She seethed.  Lena looked at the baby, chewing his thumb as he looked up at them innocently, before smiling. And that's when she knew.  "So... he's mine?" Kara chuckled through her tears, smiling and nodding happily. "He's yours. He's always been yours." Lena picked him from Kara's arms carefully. She was much better in holding him now, and she made him face her, kissing his forehead softly. "Did she at least say his name?" "She said you can name him whatever the hell you want." Lena scoffed, "Of course." They stared at him for a while in silence, until Kara asked, "If you ever had a baby, what would you name him?" Lena thought for a second, before smiling.  "Lucas." "What is it you Luthors have with L names?" Kara chuckled, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "But, he has a Lucas face, I guess." "Lucas Luthor." Lena tested, looking at Kara. "Sounds good?" "Sounds amazing! We can call him Luke." Then she frowned, "Wait... you're not doing this to possibly name a future daughter Leia right?" "Would you mind?" Lena asked with a smirk and an raised eyebrow.  Kara laughed, wrapping her arms both of them. "Probably not." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Here I am writing SuperCorp AGAIN!!!! I love the idea of Lena with a baby, sue me. BUT this is the first of a three pieces work, so, if you enjoyed this first chapter, follow the story on AO3 because there's more coming! THANK YOU :D