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deadbiwrites · 5 years ago

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a video of supergirl grabbing lena luthor's ass starts circulating and it's very embarrassing for sc but extremely funny to their friends

(I am SO sorry. Where do these hide? Why do I never see them? How long has this been here?!

Anyways, have some cute nonsense!)

The day starts like any other, honestly.

Like, sure, Kara’s never thrilled when she wakes up 20 minutes late and has to use superspeed to get through her morning routine and into the office on time, but it happens regularly enough that she’s just sort of used to it by now. Like, the sky is blue, the grass is green, she manages time poorly. Whatever.

But she does get to work on time, with just enough to spare that she can make a brief detour to Nia’s desk for the coffee her protege has already bought for her, thank her profusely (with perhaps minor promising of firstborn children), and slip into the morning meeting just as Snapper, James, and Lena start handing out assignments for the day.

“Well, well, good of you to join us, Ponytail. Let me guess, a family emergency kept you out all night again?”

‘I mean, that Abraxian wasn’t my family, technically, but someone’s family, so…’ “Something like that. Sorry.”

Lena catches her eye and quirks a brow in question, but Kara just shrugs easily and sips her coffee, pulling a silly face at her friend when Snapper’s attention moves away from her. When her eyes uncross, she can tell Lena is fighting not to laugh, eyes sparking with mirth as she bites her lip. Kara takes another sip of coffee, feeling a bit smug that she can get Lena to smile without even having to say anything to her. That’s real talent, right there.

Especially since Lena has to stand up at the front with James, who has been by turns cold, dejected, and surly toward her since their breakup (a big, real, final one) a few weeks prior. Lena had said that the whole thing was a mistake, that she should’ve never gone for it in the first place because she’d been right the first time- they’d had some chemistry, after all, but it certainly wasn’t compatible long-term.

Which… Kara can certainly relate. Like, a lot.

Especially about the whole… James being kind of wounded about it part. That part had really sucked- when he’d done it with Kara, who he’d gone on like, a date with, it’d resulted in him deciding to become a vigilante. Rao only knows what he’ll do when it’s someone he dated on and off for over a year...

“Ponytail!”

Kara jumps, realizing too late that her wandering attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Yes, sir?”

Snapper rolls his eyes. “Great, now that you’ve stopped orbiting Saturn, you wanna go get that article started?”

Kara’s eyes widen slightly in a panic as she realizes that she has no idea what he’s talking about. “Uh…” Behind his back, Lena catches her eye and nods subtly. Thank Rao. “Yes. I super do.”

Lena snorts, James sighs deeply, and the meeting is adjourned.

“So what exactly am I supposed to be doing today?” Kara asks Lena as they stroll out of the conference room together.

“Well unfortunately for you, you have to interview a big-time CEO. You have a meeting scheduled with her in three hours.”

“You?” Kara asks hopefully.

“You’re very sweet,” Lena chuckles. “No, Elena Watts. She’s a real estate developer, and she runs a nonprofit organization for homeless youth. It’s one of the articles we’re doing for next month’s spread. Contrary to popular belief, Cat and I weren’t the only women with high-profile jobs in this city. ”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool! Have you met her?”

“Not personally, no, but I have donated to her charity- it’s a very good cause, especially the outreach they do with queer youth.”

Kara elbows Lena gently. “You’re such a softie.”

“Mmm, maybe. But if you tell anyone, you’re fired.”

Kara clutches a hand to her chest, feigning horror. “Why Miss Luthor, what a blatant abuse of power!”

Lena shrugs. “I’m a Luthor, darling, I have to keep up appearances somehow.”

“Ouch,” Kara laughs. “See you at lunch?”

“Only if lunch includes a milkshake- I have a teleconference with both boards today. Unless you feel like joining me?”

“Wow, well as fun as that sounds, I’m gonna go do literally anything else.” Her comms crackle to life, alerting her of a hostage situation downtown, and Kara sighs. So much for a work day. “Alright, well, I’m, um, gonna go… see what I can find on Elena Watts. Maybe over another cup of coffee at Noonan’s.” She widens her eyes a bit, trying her best to convey that she’s going to be on Super-duty for a little while.

Thankfully, Lena picks up on it and grins. “You just want sticky buns.”

“Lena, I always want sticky buns. They’re like, my second favorite thing to eat.”

“Oh? What’s the first?” Lena asks, voice just a bit lower than usual.

Kara opens her mouth and closes it, flushing slightly as she averts her gaze and adjusts the laptop bag on her shoulder. Stuff like that has been happening more and more, and she’s not 100% sure what to do about it. Because on the one hand, it makes her stomach do flips and tie up in knots and makes her brain do this… staticky thing where nothing filters in or out, just a pleasant buzz of how funny and smart Lena is and how much Kara likes hanging out with her and being flirted with (because that’s definitely what’s been happening, even if neither of them is really ready to address it) and just generally looking at Lena.... who is currently biting her lip and grinning up at Kara, and that buzz makes her kinda dumb, which is just really unhelpful. But on the other hand, it’s also kinda awesome and Kara really enjoys it, and-

“Kara?”

She spaced out again. Crap.

“Um. What time are you free for lunch?”

Lena sighs, seeming slightly disappointed that Kara isn’t flirting back at the moment (and thank Rao Lena can’t read minds), but she smiles back easily enough as they step off of the elevator. “I should be done by two.”

Feeling emboldened, Kara turns so she’s walking backwards in front of Lena and grins. “It’s a date,” she says with a grin, ducking forward to press a quick “friendly” kiss high on Lena’s cheek. She whirls and jogs out the double doors, leaving Lena smiling exasperatedly after her.

It is genuinely baffling to Kara that people still commit crimes in National City. It’s not even an ego thing, really, since Kara tries to keep herself humble (even when she manages to wrap up a hostage situation within twenty seconds of arriving on-scene without injuring any of the criminals or damaging the building too badly). Like, yeah, she gets that there’s a certain element of crazies who just sorta gravitate to places with a local hero, the big-bads who have their own suits and geek-toys and abilities. Them, Kara gets. Kinda sorta. But the regular ones, who are armed with like, pistols? Or knives? Just regular man made stuff without even the benefit of magic or kryptonite or something?

Why?

She’s sure that if she asked, Lena would have some sort of statistical thing about large cities and poverty and all sorts of other factors that would end up making Kara feel like a jerk for being uncharitable to the criminal element of her city, but at the moment she’s mostly too annoyed by the fact that she has to spend her weekdays chasing them around instead of chasing stories.

Once all the hostages are freed and the cops secure the scene, Kara departs, flying into the alley behind Noonan’s and changing into her regular clothes before she heads inside to do a bit of research before her meeting with Elena Watts in a few hours (just because she’d used it as a cover doesn’t mean it was a bad idea…). She finds her favorite little two-person booth tucked into a quiet corner, plugs in her laptop, and gets to work, asking the waitress to please keep both the coffee and the sticky buns coming.

She gets a surprising amount done by the time she needs to leave for the interview, having a good foundation for what she wants to write and who Elena Watts is.

Ms. Watts turns out to be a pretty nice lady around Eliza’s age, if a bit busy and distracted by the steady flow of people in and out of her office. She answers all Kara’s questions with aplomb, happy to elaborate on most every point and eager to draw attention to the rising issue of homelessness among children and teens in the US.

“When I was young, my dad lost his job at the auto plant. It was supposed to be a temporary layoff, but the factory never reopened. We ended up losing the house, and we lived so far from our extended family that staying with them wasn’t much of an option. We lived in our SUV for six months, sleeping at shelters every now and again, if we could find one that allowed families to stay together. We showered at the local YMCA. Five people and a dog, living and sleeping in an old station wagon- even now, it sounds ridiculous. Eventually, we got back on our feet, but I never forgot that. It was just six months, but it was- and remains- the scariest, most uncertain time in my entire life, and it shaped me in a lot of ways I didn’t expect. And there are kids and families who do that for years. I just want to help them the way I wish that someone had been able to help us.”

At the end of the interview, Kara thanks her profusely for her time and for sharing her story before hurrying off to CatCo to type up a draft for Snapper (“What’s wrong with you, Ponytail, why is everything you bring me sappy and sentimental?”), which she finishes an outline of just in time to send it off before running to Big Belly and L-Corp for lunch with Lena.

She greets the newest in a series of secretaries (Anna? Amy? Ava? Lena’s really missing Jess, these days, but from what she’s told Kara, Jess is kicking butt in her new role as VP of Operations and will probably take over for the COO when he retires in a few years), and the girl waves her in distractedly.

And that’s when Kara’s day goes from normal to not, because inside the office are two masked men holding a stone-faced Lena at gunpoint on her balcony and demanding… something, probably. Kara’s a bit distracted by the loaded gun aimed at Lena’s head.

“Hey!” she yells, attracting both their attention. They whirl on her and Lena’s eyes widen in alarm, and Kara suddenly realizes three things- 1) she’s in her Kara Danvers clothes, not the supersuit, 2) she can’t speed into the suit now that they’re both looking at her, and 3) she has no plan.

Crap.

“Who the hell are you?!” one of them demands.

Kara… doesn’t have a good or snappy answer for that, and instead does the only thing she can think of- she throws the large milkshakes she’s carrying at them as hard as she can.

Which, in retrospect, is too hard, apparently because while yes, it is both funny and gratifying to see two grown men get absolutely leveled by a tasty dairy treat to the face, the one closest to Lena manages to elbow her in such a way that she falls backwards over the rail with an instinctual scream that makes Kara’s heart fly into her throat. She whips off her glasses, and by the time she’s out the window and speeding toward Lena’s flailing form, the suit is materialized. She gets under Lena, catching her carefully and dropping a bit further before slowing down (because she’s been made aware that when she doesn’t, the people she’s saving may as well be hitting the pavement), finally coasting to a stop about 20 feet from the ground.

Lena’s face is screwed up in a forced sort of focus, her hands clutching tightly at Kara’s shoulders and cape as she holds her breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks quietly.

Lena swallows thickly and nods, eyes still firmly closed. “I’m alright. Thank you- I’ll admit, I wasn’t quite sure how to get out of that one.”

“What was that? What did they want?”

Lena cracks an eye open. “Oh. you know, just my quarterly assassination attempt. I think my mother was starting to miss me, so she wanted to reach out.”

Kara snorts. “That really shouldn’t be funny.”

“Maybe not, but here we are.” Lena shifts a bit in Kara’s arms, cheeks a bit flushed from the adrenaline rush, and clears her throat. “Not to be rude, Supergirl, but do you think that perhaps we could continue this conversation… on the ground?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sorry. I forgot we were, uh, flying.”

Lena chuckles as they ascend slowly back up to her office. “You forgot you were flying?”

Kara shrugs with an easy smile. “I guess you have that effect on me.”

Lena huffs a laugh against Kara’s neck, eyes squeezed shut again. They alight on the balcony, finding the two men still unconscious, covered in Kara and Lena’s lunch. Lena sighs as Kara sets her down, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, sorry, I sorta… panicked.”

“I was so looking forward to a milkshake too…” Lena laments playfully.

“Well, then I have good news and bad news,” Kara says. She reaches out and gently wipes a bit of her own chocolate shake from Lena’s cheek with the pad of her thumb, tucking it into her mouth on instinct to get a taste of it. “The good news is, you do, in fact, have some shake on you!”

“Whats the bad news?”

“Also that you have some shake on you.” Kara laughs, gathering the two men in her arms and hefting them a bit so they’re easier to carry. “I’ll get you another one. Be right back.”

She drops the men at the police station with a brief explanation before flying back into the office. Lena hands over her discarded glasses with a wry grin.

“I figured you’d need these before the police arrive.” She’s putting on a brave front, but she’s clearly still more than a bit rattled, if her too-bright eyes and thundering heartbeat are anything to go by. Kara steps closer and opens her arms in invitation, and Lena doesn’t hesitate to step into them. “Thank you,” Lena says fervently, tucking her face into Kara’s shoulder and wrapping her arms tight around Kara’s waist.

“Always,” Kara promises, daring to press a reassuring kiss to Lena’s temple (and getting a bit of Lena’s strawberry shake for her troubles) before wrapping her up even tighter in her arms. “Are you actually okay?”

“I mean, my fear of heights has been reaffirmed,” Lena jokes, “but aside from that, I’m not hurt.”

“Good. I don’t like, love people pointing guns at you. Just so you know.”

“I’m not a fan either, for the record,” Lena drawls, burrowing even closer. “Even though I know you’ll save me, it still puts a damper on my day.”

Kara huffs a laugh. “Same.”

They stay like that for a few minutes, until Lena’s calmed down enough to stop shaking and calls her assistant (Audra, apparently) in, telling her what’d happened and that the police would be arriving shortly to take her and Kara’s statements, and please advise the security team to let them up discreetly. After the cops arrive, it’s a blur of questions, and Kara has to concentrate on telling the story of how she’d panicked and thrown the milkshakes at the men, and one of them had knocked Lena over the balcony (all true), and Kara had yelled for Supergirl, who had knocked the men out on her way to Lena (also technically mostly true. Technically. Mostly.). The police are sure to tell Kara that next time, she shouldn’t throw things at people with guns, and also to tell them both how lucky they are that Supergirl had shown up when she did.

“She’s always there when I need her,” Lena agrees, throwing a sly wink over the officer’s shoulder at Kara.

Kara just shakes her head and smiles. Even almost dying isn’t enough to make Lena not flirt with her. The woman is truly a marvel.

Kara’s comms crackle again, accompanied by Alex’s custom ringtone on her cell, and after assuring the police that she has no issue with giving another statement if they need her to later, hurries over to the DEO (making a quick stop in the back alley to change into her suit).

When Kara arrives, she’s told that J’onn and Alex are waiting for her in the Directors’ offices. She makes her way there, waving to the agents and scientists she knows. But it’s very weird, because every time one of them sees her, they start giggling before quickly hurrying off in the opposite direction. Like, literally everyone is whispering and pointing and giggling, and it’s giving Kara such visceral flashbacks to high school that it’s all she can do to not check her cape for a taped on sign that says ‘Kick me’ or ‘Freak’.

(Kids are mean.)

By the time Kara gets to her destination, she’s fully paranoid, sure that someone’s playing a prank on her, somehow, and that everyone but her is in on the joke. She opens the door with more force than intended and catches it just before the handle puts a hole in the wall, throwing Alex and J’onn a sheepish smile. She closes the door extra gently and leans against it heavily. J’onn and Alex just stare at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Busy day, Supergirl?” Alex asks, and after half a lifetime of spending time with her, Kara recognizes that she, too, is trying not to laugh.

Kara’s had enough. “Okay, do I have something on my face? Or on the suit? Is someone messing with me?”

J’onn’s brow furrows. “No.”

“Then what’s the deal? Why is the entire DEO like… laughing at me? Did someone accidentally vent the lab fumes out into the main hub again?”

“No.”

“Did someone see me crash into that billboard last week?”

J’onn’s frown deepens. “What?”

“No,” Alex answers.

“Then why is everyone laughing at me?!”

“I mean, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of that,” Alex muses, nodding toward the big TV on the wall beside Kara.

She steps back to watch the news coverage of her dealing with the hostage situation this morning and frowns. “What, those guys? That was routine, what’s so funny about tha-”

“No, no, not that. That,” Alex clarifies, cranking up the volume.

“...reports are saying that the CEO of L-Corp, Lena Luthor, experienced an attempt on her life early this afternoon. Sources claim that she fell from a considerable height-”

“Hey, she was pushed,” Kara corrects.

“Shh!”

“...caught by Supergirl, who may have gotten a little… familiar with her.”

And there’s a video (clearly recorded on a cell phone but not the worst quality Kara’s ever seen) of Kara catching Lena and slowing to a stop above the sidewalk, of them talking quietly, of Kara’s hand definitely on Lena’s-

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Alex drawls, clicking the TV off with relish, a large, evil-big-sister grin spreading across her face. “Congratulations, Supergirl- the world just watched you grope Lena Luthor’s ass.”

“But I’m not- I wasn’t groping, I was catching! My hands weren’t… If it was groping, I’d be all up on her, and I wasn’t!”

“Camera begs to differ. It’s already trending on Twitter in National CIty.”

Kara puts her head in her hands and groans. “Why?! I was trying to save her!”

“You were definitely trying to save part of her,” Alex agrees. “Granted, it’s a very nice part...”

Kara’s head pops up, and she shoots Alex a look that’s between a pout and a glare. “You’re not helping.”

Alex feigns confusion. “Am I supposed to be helping?”

“Alright, enough,” J’onn cuts in before Kara can retort. “We just wanted you to be aware. I don’t think that this is going to be taken for anything more than it is- a humorous moment in the middle of a successful rescue. You shouldn’t worry about the press.”

And truth be told, Kara isn't worried about the press- she’s worried about the fact that she’s going to have to face Lena after this. Lena, who she knows for a fact has google alerts set for herself, Kara Danvers, and Supergirl, a gesture which is normally actually sweet and kind but is right now definitely gonna bite her in the-

“Okay! So, is that all?”

Alex blinks, looks over at J’onn, and shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Try not to make a habit of groping your crush when you’re in the suit.”

“I wasn’t groping her-”

Alex grins. “So you admit you have a crush? Interesting…”

“Alex!”

J’onn’s prediction is mostly right- no one seems to be taking the shots of her grabbi- saving Lena as anything other than a funny blip of a moment in their coverage of it.

He was wrong about the sheer scale. The clip had gone totally viral in a matter of hours, and seemingly every major network in the country has run the clip at least once as a bit of filler-fluff, and almost every major network anchor (including the ones at CatCo, the traitors) has made at least a passing joke about Supergirl being ‘Super-Handsy'.

Which means that Kara is very late getting back to Lena’s office with replacement food. But like, she’s been busy, okay? It’s not like she’s avoiding Lena, or something, because she’s embarrassed- which she isn’t, because she didn’t do anything bad or wrong and-

Anyways, it’s well past sunset by the time Kara gets to Lena’s office door again. She hesitates outside it for just a moment before shouldering the door open and knocking tentatively.

Lena’s attention jerks from whatever she’d been absorbed in to Kara, and a relieved smile blooms across her face. “Hey there.”

Kara finds herself equally relieved to not experience a repeat performance of earlier scary situations. “Hi,” Kara says, unable to resist smiling back. She raises the bags and cup carrier. “I bring grease and milkshakes. Again.”

“Oh thank god, I’m starving,” Lena says, rolling her chair away from her desk and rising into a deep and probably much-needed stretch. Kara very determinedly does not stare at the slight sliver of soft tummy that appears between her blouse and skirt at the motion. “I’ve been staring at this screen for several hours. And Sam called to yell at me- she says hello, by the way- she and Ruby are in town next weekend.”

“Good!” Kara crosses the room to the couch as Lena does, easily spreading out the veritable buffet of fast food she’d brought over the coffee table. “I mean, not good that she yelled at you, or that you’re still at work, Miss Luthor,” she says pointedly, receiving only an unapologetic shrug in response. “But good that, um-”

“I get it,” Lena chuckles, resting a hand lightly on Kara’s knee and boy, if that doesn’t make Kara’s brain go fuzzy and dumb again… “Thank you, for checking in.”

“Of course I was gonna check on you, Lena,” Kara huffs. “Plus, I know you probably didn’t get lunch, so…”

Lena hums around a mouthful of burger, chewing until she can politely speak again. “Well it’s delicious. Did you make it yourself?” she teases with a sly grin.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Slaved away over a hot stove for this- I just wrapped it in Big Belly wrappers so you wouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“Very clever.” Lena pops the lid off of her milkshake and drags a fry through it (an advanced culinary delicacy Kara had horrified her with initially but had eventually become a bit of a guilty pleasure). “Although I have to say, traditionally you’d have to buy me dinner before you grabbed my ass.”

Kara chokes on a pickle. “Oh no,” she groans, dropping the burger onto the wrapper on the table and dropping her very red face into her hands as Lena laughs beside her. She peers out from between her fingers. “I am so sorry, I was just worried about you hitting the pavement and like, catching you in the least jarring way and I wasn’t paying attention to where my hands were and I didn’t even notice until I got back to the DEO and-”

“Well I have so say, I feel a bit offended that you didn’t even realize you were copping a feel...” When the only response is another groan and a deep flush spreading from Kara’s neck to the tips of her ears, Lena relents. “Kara, Kara, it’s fine!” she laughs, pulling Kara’s hands away from her face and giving them a grounding squeeze. “Nia’s been sending me memes about it all day, which has improved my mood significantly. On the grand scale of fallout from assassination attempts, this one was at least funny.”

“I know that’s supposed to be comforting, but all it makes me wanna do is wrap you in bubble wrap forever,” Kara informs her.

“Pass on that. But seriously, don’t worry about it- I know it wasn’t on purpose- unfortunately for me, you’re too noble to do something like that,” Lena laments playfully.

And whether it’s the knowledge that Lena is not, in fact, upset, the overall weirdness that has been this day, or this delicious burger fueling it, Kara feels a bit emboldened. “Hey Lena…”

“Yes?”

“What if I wanted to grab your butt? Just, y’know, as a hypothetical. For future reference.”

Lena quirks a brow at her, fighting a smile as she contemplates this. “Hmm. Strictly hypothetically?”

Kara scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Sure.”

“Well, you’ve already bought me dinner…”

“And lunch, technically. Even if I gave it to the bad guys.”

“True. Plus you saved my life, so that gets you some points, probably.”

Kara pauses in her sly scooching. “Oh, hey, wait, no, that’s not-”

“Kidding, Kara. I know you’d never use that to your advantage. I, however, have determined that strong moral fibre and nobility do, in fact, earn you more points, which is my choice on the matter and you get absolutely no say in it.”

“Oh. Um, alright, I think.”

Lena stares off into the middle distance, tapping her forefinger thoughtfully against her chin. Finally she shrugs. “Yes, I think you’re fulfilled the prerequisites for a bit of grab-ass today.”

Kara snorts, Lena laughs, and soon enough Kara takes her up on the offer.

“Hey Kara, remember that time you grabbed Lena’s ass and it made international news?” Nia asks around a mouthful of mushu pork.

“You mean last week? Yes, I remember,” Kara drawls. Beside her/halfway sitting on her lap, Lena snorts.

“That was the best.”

Alex glares. “Um, excuse you, no. No it was not. I had to sift through so much thirsting over my sister on like, every social media platform. It was the worst day of my life.”

Brainy’s brow furrows. “Surely that cannot be correct, Alex. Statistically speaking-”

Alex holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Trauma can’t be measured, Brainy.”

Kelly chuckles and presses a consoling kiss to Alex’s cheek, and it makes the tough agent melt into a doe-eyed puddle of mush that Kara snorts. And she says they’re gross... Kara sneaks a glance at Lena from the corner of her eye, and she catches Lena looking at her. She leans close and jostles her gently as she drops her head onto Lena’ shoulder. “We’re never gonna live that down, are we?”

“Probably not.”

“We have the worst friends.” When this elicits nothing but a chuckle, Kara tips her head back to see Lena still looking at her, a soft smile playing at her mouth and shining in her eyes. And like, this whole thing they’re doing is new, with the kissing and the actual dates and the... everything else. But the thing where Kara catches Lena looking at her and she doesn’t look away? That freakin’ knocks her out, every single time. “Hey,” she manages.

Lena grins down at her. “Hi.”

So yeah. Maybe the initial circumstances weren’t ideal, and she doesn’t love the mockery that’s been heaped upon her by all of her friends and loved ones (including Winn, who’d sent a missive from the future that literally just said ‘LOL’). But the fact is, Kara muses as she surges up just enough to kiss the corner of Lena’s mouth, that she doesn’t regret a thing.

#supercorp #prompts!#asks open #ask response #supergirl fanfic #kara x lena #humor #idiots #international news about idiots #kara danvers #lena luthor #i'm also deeply sorry that this is so long on mobile #i swear there's a read more that's supposed to be there #but alas

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black-coffee-and-sugar · 3 years ago

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Time truly means nothing to the SG writers. It seems like Kara was trapped in the PZ for one earth week. Maybe? Idk they never mention it and I'm assuming it wasn't that long because potential breaking story or not, Andrea is not gonna let Kara go off with Cat Grant and not check in for weeks at a time for updates. Plus the Phantom attacks were still hot news apparently so it couldn't have been that long.

Which brings me to Lena's trip to Canada. That flight, on a private jet, should've taken 7 hours tops but days seemed to have passed before Lena arrives.

6x08 when Lena calls Nia - it's already night time, Lena is in a town car and looks like she's already heading to the airport. Otherwise, why not do that scene in her penthouse?

6x09 - game night which implies that a whole day has passed. Plus, Kara mentions that Lena is "back east" which to me sounds like she's already arrived. Kara, William and Nia and Andrea's white board is the following work day. That's at least two days, 7 hours max of that needed to fly to NFL from California. Around 12 even if she went commercial.

6x10 - another day passed because Nia had 24 hours with her mother. This is at least 3 days now

6x 11 - Mxy and Kara escape Nxyly at night and by the time they confront her again it's broadlight. Four days! And this is when we finally get to see Lena who looks fresh off the tarmac and is just now checking into her hotel room.

So it took nearly 5 days for Lena to get to NFL by air? Maybe she did go to Ireland first and then had to circle back, went to Labrador and then had to catch a ferry to the mainland. Or CatCo's jet is the slowest thing ever.

Remember, Kara and Lena made it to Kasnia and back within a day. Kasnia that's on another continent mind you.

#supergirl #supercorp #i know we've been saying fuck it since crisis #but like its just bad writing at this point #for the timing of events to be this jumbled #and the ambiguity isnt doing the show any favours

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wizardofahz · 3 years ago

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Sentinel vs. CatCo

Kara sighs internally as she spots the Superfriends whiteboard.

While it has become a permanent fixture in Andrea’s office, it doesn’t always feature so prominently. The focus of the meetings determines its location. If it’s an internal meeting unrelated to the Superfriends, it can be pushed off to the side: towards the balcony or in front of the cabinets. If the meetings involve board members or anyone Andrea wants to impress, it’s tucked into a corner and discreetly covered.

Today, the Superfriends whiteboard stands right beside Andrea’s desk, which means their meeting is going to entail more requests for Superfriends interviews.

Kara braces herself.

And then Andrea says some of the worst words possible: “I want an interview with Sentinel.”

Kara wills herself not to react. On the other side of William, Nia actually snorts.

Nia has worked her way back into Andrea’s good graces, but Kara very much doubts that openly snorting at their boss’s request will lead to another mental health day. Before Andrea can react, Kara says, “I, uh, I don’t think she likes giving interviews.”

“That’s what Nia said about the Superfriends,” Andrea says, completely undeterred, “and we have since gotten interviews with most of them.”

As much as Kara hates to admit it, Andrea’s right. They never participate in puff pieces about what they do for fun, but when they have a cause to promote, they lend their voices in support.

Through his PI work and with his deep ties to the alien community, J’onn had been encountering many others who were also the last of their kinds. With an interest in preserving these alien cultures, he had dedicated a portion of the Mars space in the planetarium to a rotating exhibit of those cultures. He had also teamed up with Kara to revive her Aliens of National City series for a special feature.

Brainy had volunteered for a live public service announcement when a toxic chemical spill had breached the boundaries of an industrial complex and threatened nearby neighborhoods. He had been a little too thorough with the technical details though, and Dreamer had had to intervene to make it more vernacular friendly. His PSA had been big with the scientific community, where some of his equations had been beyond current understanding and sparked contentious debates.

Nia had done a fantastic interview of the new Guardian about marginalized human communities. To quell any curiosity, Guardian briefly mentioned that she wasn’t ready to reveal her identity, but she did reveal that she had the previous Guardian’s blessing to pick up the mantle. Annoyingly, most media outlets chose to focus on that rather than the deep dive into intersectionality.

Alex hadn’t done any interviews. None of the Superfriends had thought twice about it.

Until now.

Knowing how private Alex is, Kara can already picture her reaction to this request.

“If it’s about the ratings, I could get another exclusive from Supergirl,” Kara volunteers. “You said she’s the ideal Superfriend for interviews.”

“Mmm, but we’ve had Supergirl,” Andrea says. “We’ve had all the other Superfriends. We don’t know enough about this Sentinel.” She taps the board under Alex’s picture where it says “HUMAN?”. “Is she fully human? What is her motivation? If she is human, how did she come to join the Superfriends? I want to know.”

“And if Kara’s right?” William asks. “We seem to get interviews with the Superfriends on their timeline, not ours.”

“Then get yourselves on their timeline,” Andrea says. “But I’ll be generous and give you a week instead of 24 hours. If you still fail, well, you’ve heard me say your alternatives enough by now.”

On their way out of Andrea’s office, Nia passes by Kara and mutters, “I’m not touching this one.”

Kara cannot disagree with that life choice.

“What did Nia say?” William asks.

“Nothing.”

...

Alex looks up from her console as Kara enters the Tower. “Hey, what did you want to talk about?”

Knowing how little Alex will appreciate the conversation, Kara says, “You love me beyond measure, and that will never change, right?”

Alex turns around completely, resting her back against the console. She crosses her arms. She knows the difference between Kara approaching her abandonment issues and something Alex will find unpleasant. “Yes? Am I going to change my mind?”

Kara grimaces. “Andrea wants an interview with Sentinel.”

The look of horror on Alex’s face would be hilarious in any other circumstance. “Why?”

“Because you’re the last Superfriend not to give an interview. Andrea thinks that makes you mysterious and intriguing.”

“Not happening.”

“I figured as much. I tried offering up a Supergirl exclusive instead.”

“I love you.”

“Well, she didn’t bite.”

At that, Alex’s head drops back, and she stares at the ceiling.

“I'll write something up anyway,” Kara continues. “Hopefully it will keep Andrea happy in the meantime.”

“Thanks.” Alex gestures for Kara to come in for a hug. “I know you don’t like puff pieces either.”

“It’s okay,” Kara says into Alex’s shoulder. “I’ll find something meaningful to write about.”

...

Alex glances around the downtown street. Luckily she, Brainy, and J’onn had arrived in time to stop an Infernian from destroying a private lab. The police had also shown up and set up a perimeter, which was helpful as a crowd had developed to the south.

“Sentinel!”

Alex spots William Dey at the front of the crowd. "Oh, hell no.”

She normally likes William well enough, but given what Kara told her about Andrea’s request, he’s now on her list of the last five people she’d want to see at any given moment.

“I gotta get out of here,” Alex tells J’onn. “You and Brainy got this covered, right?”

They look over to where Brainy is explaining his containment technology to the police officers taking custody of the Infernian.

William says her name again.

J’onn glances at William then back at Alex with amusement. “Go. We’ll be fine.”

...

“Sentinel!”

Alex looks across the chaos of overturned cubicles and office supplies to see William Dey approaching.

Alex frowns. How did he get here so quickly?

Luckily they are on the fifth floor of the building, which means Alex has an exit strategy William doesn’t. “Supergirl, meet me outside.”

“Copy that.”

A few of the windows were broken in the fight. Dreamer already has the offending meta-human contained, so Alex doesn’t feel bad leaving William behind.

Alex picks the window with the cleanest break and jumps through.

...

Andrea drops something on Kara’s desk. “What is this?”

“An interview with Supergirl,” Kara responds after a quick look.

Andrea sighs. “Kara, I know you heard me when I said I wanted an interview with Sentinel, not any Superfriend.”

Kara shrugs. “I couldn’t get ahold of Sentinel, neither could William, and Supergirl had something she wanted to say.”

“Did you ask Supergirl about talking to Sentinel?” Andrea asks expectantly.

Kara blinks. “I think they have more important things to do than to act as messaging services to one another.”

“It’s not your job to think about their priorities. It’s your job to think about CatCo’s priorities,” Andrea says. “Get me an interview with Sentinel. You, specifically. And again, I don’t think I need to give you the consequences spiel. You have 24 hours.”

Kara reaches out to clear the Supergirl interview from her desk, but Andrea snatches it back up.

“I’m still publishing this.”

...

Kara looks apologetically across the couch.

Just as Kara had tried to give a Supergirl exclusive to spare Sentinel an interview, Alex is now giving an interview to spare Kara’s job.

“Okay, I have to make this on the record, so let’s maybe do a rehearsal.”

Alex sighs but shrugs her agreement anyway. “Yeah, okay.”

Kara hands over her notepad where the questions are written out. “These are the questions I’m going to ask you.”

“You already know the answer to most of these,” Alex says as her eyes glide down the page. “And there’s no way we can publish them.”

“I know. That’s why we’re rehearsing. We’ll have to come up with something that’s real but not revealing.”

Alex balks. Kara doesn’t have to wonder which question its at because Alex reads it out loud. “‘You’ve been a super hero for a while now, but this is your first interview. Why now?’ Seriously?”

Kara grimaces. “Yeah.”

“Because my little sister’s boss is a pain in the ass.”

“Alex.”

“Right, come up with a fake but real answer.”

But their quest for acceptable answers is a tedious process that comes up short.

“I can’t do this,” Alex groans and flops back into the couch cushions. “How about I promise that when I have something to say, I’ll say it to you? You can have that promise on the record.”

“I’ll try,” Kara says. She’s also tired, and she hates forcing this on Alex.

Andrea won’t be thrilled with it, but Kara will make it work.

...

The next day Alex sighs in relief at Kara’s single emoji text.

A thumbs up.

#supergirl #alex danvers #kara danvers #andrea rojas #moments in the life of superfam

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owl-with-a-pen · 4 years ago

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Hola querida! We need a story where brainy says something along the lines of “touch her and I’ll kill you” or “don’t you dare touch her..” we don’t see many instances of protective boyfriend brainy.

- I was trying to think of a scenario for this for a while, but 6x03 gave me an intriguing idea. Thanks for the prompt! x

Brainy had expected this task to be easy.

After all, compared to every other thought track currently running simultaneously through his mind, gathering a box of belongings from Lena’s old workplace hardly needed space for consideration.

Brainy understood why Lena didn’t want to face Luthor Corp again, certainly not to collect the meagre selection of knick-knacks that one of her old assistants had no doubt scooped into a piece of cardboard for her to carry out with her tail between her legs. It was a cruelty, plain and simple, and Brainy was beginning to learn how much such cruelties stung.

So, when Lena had mentioned with offhanded distaste what she needed to do that day, Brainy was more than happy to volunteer to go in her steed. It worked in his favour, after all. Alex had been pushing him to get out of the lab for some fresh air for nearly eighteen hours - now he could fulfil her request.

With one thought track focused on reformatting Nia’s training simulation, and another remotely accessing the Phantom Zone data map for any new leads, Brainy found he had far too much of his mind left wide open - places where far more dangerous thoughts were now encouraged to grow more often than not.

Perhaps a distraction was exactly what he required.

The office should have been empty. That’s what Lena had said, that’s what Luthor Corp’s security feed had suggested. Brainy hadn’t considered any alternative outcomes, and so the moment he’d spied Lena’s belongings sat on the table by the sofa, he’d headed there immediately.

“Not even a week without her assets and I see my sister’s already wrangled someone into doing the heavy lifting for her.”

The sound of that voice sent every nerve in Brainy’s body on edge.

He’d been doing better. Over the last few days since his talk with Lena, he’d been doing better. Giving himself an emotional outlet, allowing them to flow from him instead of being boxed inside, turning to toxic waste in his gut. He’d even found it easier to switch his attention from the television when Lex’s face predictably appeared for one of his seemingly never-ending publicity stunts.

But, that was television. That was circuits and screens, separating them from one another.

Now, Lex was stood there in the room with him, Lena’s desk acting as their only partition.

Brainy could feel Lex’s eyes on him, shark-like and hungry, waiting for his response. And so, Brainy kept his jaw locked tight, focusing his line of sight on the box and nothing else. Of picture frames and other keepsakes.

A photo of Lena and Kara stared up at him, their smiles so pure and genuine it nearly stung.

The acid in Brainy’s lungs swelled.

Aggravatingly, his lack of response only made Lex that much more talkative.

“It was an impressive hack, by the way,” Lex continued casually. “I assumed you were the mastermind behind it. Reminds me why I wanted you on Team Lex to begin with.”

Brainy stiffened. “I was never on your team.”

He shouldn’t have spoken. Shouldn’t have given in. But suddenly, all that he had done to free himself of his emotional backlog hardly seemed enough. It surged from the very depths of his uninhibited mind, hissing and spitting like vitriolic acid.

Which only seemed to make Lex’s confidence grow.

“Is that what you tell yourself?” Lex asked. “Does it help you sleep at night?”

Brainy bared his teeth.

“Oh no,” Lex said, fake sympathy dripping from his voice. “Something tells me it’s not working.”

Brainy pursed his lips, instead reaching once more for the box. His arms trembled with wasted potential, but he ignored their protests. He had a task to do. Unexpected interruptions aside, Lena was counting on him to carry it out. And he would not fail.

“Maybe it isn’t for you at all then,” Lex wondered aloud. “Maybe you sell that story for your girlfriend’s benefit.”

An ugly flash of red tinted Brainy’s vision.

“Nia, isn’t it?” Lex asked innocently. “I hear she works for CatCo, quite the up-and-coming journalist. Although, CatCo is such a troublesome place of work, isn’t it? Always getting destroyed in the crosshairs of city-wide threats. Just how long can that place go without another casualty?”

Brainy could hear the barely disguised threat behind Lex’s words.

Fresh rage bubbled inside his chest, inching closer and closer towards his heart. The box blurred from his line of focus and, in the next instant, Brainy found that he was staring directly at Lex, his fingers clenched so tightly he felt the sharp prick of his own nails digging against his flesh.

“Touch her and I’ll kill you,” Brainy said, his voice so low he barely recognised it as his own. But it was his voice, and he realised all too soon that his threat was very real.

After all, he could do it. He knew exactly how to do it. Multiple ways, in fact, flashing through his mind with startling precision, each one more elaborate and gruesome than the last. Watching the light extinguish from Lex Luthor’s eyes… nothing would make him happier.

His ancestors would revel in it. They already were, louder than ever before, melding with the rage that was corroding his lungs with every breath he took.

Some quiet part of Brainy’s mind startled at such inclinations, such a desire to be one like the bloodline he had fought so hard to renounce.

But what was one whisper against a hoard of enticing cheers?

Lex only stared at him, with that smile that never quite reached his eyes, urging him to the very edge of his emotional barriers. “Empty threats, Brainiac-5.”

That was all it took.

Brainy didn’t remember clearing the room, only that when he was fully aware of himself again, he was stood in front of Lex, his right hand gripped firmly around his throat. Every implant inside of him was fired up, ready to snap his neck at the slightest provocation.

When a gleeful laugh tumbled from Lex’s lips, the red staining Brainy’s vision only grew stronger. He growled out, slamming Lex’s body against the reinforced windows with enough force that they shuddered inside their fixtures.

All he needed to do was activate his implants to their highest capacity, activate his ring, and he could take Lex high into the sky. He could watch the oxygen drain from his lungs. Watch his eyes bulge and swell.

Or… or he could simply drop him. Drop him down into the city he nearly destroyed, allowing him to fall with such velocity that the only thing that might remain of him on the sidewalk would be a smear of blood and bone. Like he had never been a person at all.

He had never been a person at all.

Brainy bared his teeth, looking his enemy in the eyes.

Which was when he saw it.

There was no fear there. In fact, if anything, Lex only looked deeply satisfied with what he’d done. What emotions he’d brought to the surface.

Brainy’s eyes flickered back and forth uselessly over that expression, trying desperately to make sense of it. But it… it didn’t make sense. He was threatening Lex’s life and… and he didn’t care.

No. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He was enjoying this. This game. This…

The red film washed from Brainy’s eyes all at once.

He let go of Lex’s throat, stumbling back a pace, gripping uselessly at Lena’s old desk, squeezing it numbly.

Brainy’s chest heaved.

This wasn’t him. He’d spent months now hiding from his truest self, allowing the rage of everything Lex had put him through to fester into a corrosive bile inside his chest and stomach.

But, he was not a killer. He would not turn to the darkest version of himself. He had fought far too long and hard to prove that he was not his kin. That he would never follow the path of his clan.

Lena had let Lex go. And now… now Brainy knew he must do the same.

Lex had crumpled when Brainy had removed his hand, holding tight to his throat between dramatic gasps of air. Still, he was smiling, something crazed shining in that expression. Something... desperate.

Ah. Now, Brainy believed he understood.

Lex needed this… this sick form of attention. Without his sister, without Supergirl, he had run out of enemies to aggravate.

Perhaps it had not been happenstance that this office had been inhabited when Brainy had arrived, after all.

“You aren’t worth my attention,” Brainy said through his teeth, trying to draw in from the emotionless façade he had pulled in the past. It was far more of a struggle than it had ever been before, but it was enough to keep his voice steady. Brainy took a step forward, watching Lex quizzically, as though he were nothing but an animal inside a cage. “My friends,” Brainy continued levelly, “my loved ones, we protect each other, but who would protect you?”

Lex blinked, the smallest furrow creasing his brow, a murmur of confusion.

Brainy’s lips twitched. “If I were to kill you, who would even care if you were gone?” He smirked. “No one.”

Brainy turned away from him then, ignoring the angry red handprint that still painted Lex’s throat, ignoring his enemy’s attempts to goad him even as he headed out the door.

Instead, he took Lena’s box.

And he walked away.

#supergirl #my writing #brainiac 5 #lex luthor #nia nal #anon #my prompts #this wasn't quite brainia heavy in the end but i just HAD to explore brainy's emotions okay?? i NEEDED to #also sorry once again for the delays in prompt fulfilment. if i get hit by inspiration i go for it. there is no order in my inbox.#thank you for the prompt though!

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buddha-in-disguise · 5 years ago

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I haven’t had a chance to watch 5.17 again yet, but some initial thoughts.

1st things 1st, there were some sublime choices from Melissa Benoist as the Director. I have a couple of screen captures of the ones that immediately spring to mind. She definitely showed her nuanced understanding of the characters, and that really was so fantastic to see. She deserves another shot in the directors chair in S6 if she wants to (& it sounds from interviews as if it is something she’d like to have chance to do more of). Even without understanding the characters, some of the lighting & overall framing of shots were so good! From lighting to just mirroring chess board pieces. I loved it. I felt the Eve fight scene was pretty masterful.

The episode itself. Whilst it did give up a couple of twists (the most major being Lex set up Jeremiah’s death), honestly it fell pretty flat for a number of different reasons.

My biggest problem (& this isn’t new for me), is that Lex’s behaviour was entirely predictable. That all bar a couple of plot points weren’t things that the fandom haven’t already talked about in one way or another almost Ad nauseam.

A big part for me was this flashback episode leaves us with no more truly relevant details on things than before the episode began.

Lex setting up Leviathan? Knew he was going to do it, this is Lex we are talking about.

Lex manipulating Lena, especially against Kara. C’mon, you’d have to be either blind, or in denial this has been going on for months on his manipulation of Lena. Yes, she should realise he is doing it, but again, Lena (as even Mon-El mentions) is the product of her abusive family. That doesn’t simply disappear!

Eve - we knew she was back, so again no real surprise on Lex manipulating her. Again (oh and side note. If you’re going to hate on Lena for ‘killing’ people & say her manipulation by Lex doesn’t excuse her, but don’t say the same thing about Eve, who killed outright for both Leviathan and Lex, your hypocritical hatred of Lena is showing. Check yourself at the door).

Lillian. She had already admitted she wasn’t Earth 38 Lillian to Lex from the award ceremony dialogue. So again, it wasn’t a surprise.

Honestly I could keep going, but you get the picture.

With only 2 episodes left, (& even had it been a full 3 episodes as I expect them to perhaps try and extend 5.19 into a longer one, perhaps over 1.5 hours instead of the usual hour schedule), we still have no clear answers on anything. Leviathan? Nothing was added to their story, and considering they were supposed to be the big villain of S5, only Lex has been that so far. And when you have an episode that does nothing more than we saw in S4, to ‘expose’ Lex ..... news flash. We know all this about him.

What we don’t know is who leads Leviathan? Who else is part of the organisation? We practically know nothing about them.

I felt this episode would’ve been better placed after Winn’s first episode (I’ve said I felt having him over that 2 episode arc was a waste, as again that 2nd episode did absolutely nothing plot wise that couldn’t have been added in the 1st episode, & the 1st episode didn’t add a lot either! I’m not saying don’t bring Winn back, but make it relevant & not 2 filler episodes). To have it done so late in the season makes zero sense to me. It feels messy.

On to William Dey. I’m not even going to try & pretend I like the character. I absolute despise him, & not because of trying to be Kara’s LI. I despise him, because once again we had him in scenes that others should have been in, especially Alex at the beginning. She is supposedly working with J’onn, and while I get they might not want her around Lex, have her working remotely from the tower, sending that information from the video clip to J’onn and Kara. After all, she did that from the DEO. J’onn has all that computing power & I’ve yet to see it used to any full potential.

I also found it strange William just walked up to Kara & J’onn as if they’re best of buddies, but we have nothing to suggest he knows Kara is Supergirl. I hate he has that level of familiarity with them. It again feels rushed & disjointed & totally wrong for any of the characters. Failing having Alex working it, how about having Nia, who again I keep repeating, is an actual reporter, but also as Dreamer could help scout out & report back in with them all back at the Tower.

I also found the wording Lex used to Eve in regards William. "Activate William."

So activate how exactly? Sure they got him working as a journalist, but how? Through clues being sent to him? Is he under some kind of control? I can think of a host of different ways to phrase that, but activate? That sounds an awful lot like some kind of manipulation that is far more than straight forward sending William some clues is about.

And about this. William is a Nobel Prize winning Journalist, & yet not once has he been able to do anything without someone giving him the heads up! I know some journalism requires that, but constantly? If he is so good at his job, he should be finding more than dead ends. It grates like crazy.

Then he simply arrives at Kara’s with sympathy baked goodies - only to then launch into needing help over what he has found. There is a time & a place for that kind of thing. That was neither the time nor the place. I know Lex wanted to get Leviathan on board with his plan, & needed to show they were about to get Supergirl looking at them far too closely, but really? Just no. He could’ve met Kara at CatCo. Met Kelly at Obsidean. Texted or called Kara to check it was okay to drop by her apartment even. But doing so unannounced, when he knows Kara & Alex have just lost their father? It also grates.

Now onto Kelly - lovely to see her supporting Alex - and Kara - after the loss of Jeremiah. But does she know Kara is Supergirl? We still don’t know for certain! The inference in this episode is Kelly does know, as William tells them about the warehouse, then Kelly & Alex are at the tower with J’onn in the same outfits, as Supergirl lands, stating there was nothing at the warehouse. So yes, it is highly likely Kelly now knows. But how or when did she know. It’s these kind of details most fans actual want, not to have to make educated guesses on! This is a reason fans get frustrated. We were being told who used to get to know Supergirl’s identity, but now with Kelly, nothing! And people wonder why fans feel the LGBTQ characters are getting shortchanged this season. It isn’t just about lack of screen time. It’s about lack of depth of story, when previously they had people falling over themselves to show how they knew Kara was Supergirl.

Another example of this lack of depth or explanation is Brainy. Sure he is likely doing what he is because of future Brainy’s warning, but it still comes across as Brainy seemingly stupid considering his apparent intellect. We have been thrown these plot lines, but they’re then left for us to have to fill in the blanks as each episode airs, as we’re not getting them otherwise.

It is far too chaotic for my liking.

So once again my overriding sense after watching this episode is frustration. It still feels like a total mess, with no answers (& even if they give us those answers, 3 episodes - now 2 - would be nowhere near enough time to do it without rushing. It even felt rushed at times in this episode).

William continues to be an absolute waste of space, (and God do I feel sorry for Staz over this), taking perfectly good screen time away from other already established characters, who could do what he has just as easily.

The Kara and Lena push & pull is giving us nothing new! Nothing. It’s gone well past giving us angst to us having had enough. Like with Lex, they seem to have gone too far with a good thing, & now rather than enjoying it, the majority simply hate it. With a passion. I am sick to the back teeth with it. Lena deserves to finally be rid of this villain tag, & given her rightful place back with the Superfriends (after a damn sit down talk with Kara - not Supergirl - and get on some level ground for good this time). I don’t expect a miraculous friendship rebuilt in seconds, but I do want actual forward progress between them to stick. Not 1 step forward, 2 steps back. I certainly don’t want this carrying on into S6, or at least not without resolving more than this.

In all the 5 seasons I’ve watched Supergirl, I don’t think there has ever been such underlying anger or frustration on how the season has panned out, both from fans & media alike. The disconnect from the fans to the show is huge right now, & really I cannot understand how the end of S4, which was seen as a real step forward for the show, to the excitement of S5, & how it was being portrayed; to this.

I want so much to be able to sit here & write positively over the episodes generally, but too often this season I’ve not been able to do it. I feel so sorry for the cast, because I know they love the show so much, and I want nothing more than to be writing positively about it each episode, but I simply can’t do that.

So in conclusion.

Phenomenal directing by Melissa Benoist.

Complete & utter frustration & disconnect everywhere else.

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marvelsdc22 · 5 years ago

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Never Be Hers

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! This story honestly came out of nowhere, I saw a thing about Hanahaki Disease and this happened 😅

Note: You fall in love with Kara as soon as she comes to CatCo, the two of you become close until Lena walks into the picture... Will you have what it takes to tell her you love her or will this disease take you out instead?

Word Count: 1366

When you first met Kara, it was like love at first sight, she was gorgeous and absolutely adorable, you knew you wanted to get closer to her, you had arrived in National City about a month before Kara appeared, Cat having assigned you to helping Kara around CatCo so she got a better feel for everything and who were you to say no to your boss? Let alone a pretty woman like Kara.

Showing Kara around started a friendship between you two, if she ever needed help then she’d come to you and vice versa, after a good year of working with her, your feelings for her increased tenfold but you kept it hidden since you figured she wouldn’t go out with a person like you, so you were fine being friends… Until Lena showed up.

One night, you were waiting with the others at a bar for Kara to show up since it was one of the rare night’s you guys could all get together “What are we starting out with?” Winn asked, slipping out of the booth and looking at everyone “Usual” you said, your eyes glancing at him before focusing on the door once more “Have you told her yet?” You heard someone whisper into your ear, causing you to jump and looking at them “Told who what?” You asked Nia, trying to act like you didn’t know what she was talking about which received an eyeroll from her “You know who” she said, lightly nudging your arm and nodding towards the door which made you look up, smiling when you saw Kara before it fell when you saw a tall, pale woman walking in with her, the two in deep conversation.

“Who’s this, Kara?” Alex asked, looking at her when the two arrived at the table “Oh, guys this is Lena Luthor, she’s working to become the CEO of L-Corp!” Kara said excitedly, looking at you all then looking at Lena and introducing you all “And this is Y/N, my best friend” Kara said, your heart sinking in your chest since you knew that’s all you were to her, giving Lena a polite smile and wave as they squeezed in beside you, watching as they interacted That’s all you’ll ever be…

A few weeks later, you had been trying to hang with Kara, but it was always Lena this and Lena that, so you gave up. Heading into the breakroom, you coughed a bit into your hand but thought nothing of it as you went and washed your hands before grabbing yourself a mug of coffee, your throat having been bothering you the past few days “Hey, Y/N” you heard someone say, causing you to look over and give a small smile “Hey, Kara” you said, taking a sip of your coffee and watching as she went to grab herself one.

“So, I was thinking we could hang out this weekend” you tried once more, breaking the silence and watching as Kara gave you a guilty smile “Sorry, I already have plans with Lena” she said, taking her mug and watching as you just nodded “Next time?” She asked, heading past you and out of the room “Yeah, next time…” You said, taking another sip of your coffee before your coughing came back, looking at your hand and seeing blue petals in your hand, with specks of blood on them “What the?” You whispered to yourself, not sure what was happening, so you quickly disposed of the flowers before returning to your desk.

After a bit of research, you sat at your desk and stared at your computer with a blank look, trying to process what you had just read “Hanahaki disease? What’s that?” You heard someone ask behind you, causing you to jump and turn in your chair “Some disease that I was looking up… Just thought it was interesting” you told Nia, giving a small shrug and watching as she seemed to study you for a moment before nodding, not fully believing you but she wouldn’t push “Want to do a movie night this weekend?” She asked, smiling at you and watching you smile and nod “Sure, sounds fun”.

Later in the week, the coughing got worse and the number of petals increased, you knew you had three options… Tell Kara the truth, get surgery… Or suffer and you didn’t know which would be the better option, if you told Kara and she didn’t accept then you’d die since you refused to get the surgery “Y/N? Everything okay?” You heard Nia ask from the other side of the door, pulling you out of your mind “Yeah, sorry, I’ll be out in a moment!” You promised, looking at the toilet, which was filled with petals and blood, reaching over and flushing, hoping that it would all go down.

Watching the movie with Nia helped distract you for a bit, then the coughing started “Are you okay?” Nia asked, rubbing your back as you hacked into your elbow and watching as you nodded before she saw something fall to the floor “Y/N…” Nia said softly, a full blue flower falling to the ground, blood specked on it and you quickly tried to reach down and pick it up, only for more to fall “Is this why you searched that disease?” She asked, kneeling down in front of you and not worried about her now stained carpet as she looked at you, going to grab you a wet cloth as she waited for you to stop coughing.

“Y-Yes” you finally stuttered out, giving her a small nod when she handed you the cloth before cleaning yourself up “You need to tell Kara” she said, looking at you and rubbing your arm some, frowning when you shook your head “Y/N-“ “No! She loves Lena, okay? Soon I’ll be out of the way, it’s okay” you said, reclining back against the couch as you stared at the ceiling “I just want her to be happy and I don’t give her that” you said softly, biting your lip as tears slipped out before Nia pulled you into a tight hug, wishing she could do more, but you had already made up your mind.

About a week later, you were at Kara’s place for a game night, your disease was worse than before so you knew this would probably be the last you see of everyone “You okay over there, Y/N?” Alex asked, pulling you from your daze and quickly nodding “Yeah sorry, got lost in thought” you said, waving off the question as you struggled to sip at your beer, breathing was getting increasingly difficult and you couldn’t eat or drink anything, but you were determined to spend one last night with everyone.

Boy, did that turn out to be the wrong idea; one moment you were sitting there and chatting with everyone, the next you were crumpling to the ground, coughing and struggling to breathe “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kara asked worriedly, sounding panicked as she kneeled down beside you and freezing when she saw the blood-soaked petals and flowers on the floor “I’m sorry” you struggled, glancing at her and watching as Nia kneeled down on your other side “Hanahaki disease… It came around when you started hanging out with Lena” she said softly, knowing that you wouldn’t tell her, but she needed to know the truth “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped!” Kara asked, tears slipping down her face as she looked at you “The only way you could’ve helped is if you loved me back” you said, your strength giving out and collapsing onto your side.

“I-“ “Don’t lie” you said, meeting eyes with her and starting to see black spots in your vision “Lying won’t help, it has to be true” you said softly before another coughing spell came over you, you hearing Alex’s panicked words as she called for an ambulance but you knew it was too late “I’m sorry” Kara cried, knowing you were right since while she loved you, she didn’t love you in that way, knowing you couldn’t respond as you suffocated on the flowers that had grown in your lungs You will never be hers….

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Kara Danvers has never been kissed.

(And neither, for that matter, has Kara Zor-El. Supergirl has been kissed, but it was by an enthusiastic kindergartener, and the sloppy kiss had landed on Supergirl’s cheek as the little girl proclaimed how much she loved the hero. The memory is fond, but not exactly the sort of thing friends get drunk over and gush about.)

No, Kara has never been kissed, and now in her late twenties, she wonders where she went wrong.

Perhaps it was soon after arriving on this planet. At sixteen, still unfamiliar with Earth and full of a general distaste for its obnoxiously loud inhabitants, Kara was first approached in, well, in a romantic sense. Though perhaps ‘romantic’ is a stretch—could the pasty boy sitting next to her in the mind-numbingly boring calculus class turning to her and asking her awkwardly on a date before insulting her truly be considered romantic? Kara doesn’t exactly think so.

Yet, what Alex and Eliza had applauded as her taking a stand against an ‘obnoxious and entitled’ boy (with Alex’s colorful descriptions of his ‘assholishness’ earning a stern look from her mother), was now something Kara almost regretted. Because perhaps, had she been less annoyed by his stupidity and his general smug look every time Kara was forced to hide how utterly asinine she found the class, she could’ve gotten her first kiss out of the way at sixteen.

(She prefers not to think of the pretty girl with kind eyes and wavy hair who was in nearly all of her writing courses in college.

She prefers not to think of how she’d sometimes go to class only to catch a glimpse of her; she prefers not to think of how she’d been too cowardly to speak to her.)

Kara Danvers has never been kissed. Alex claims it’s because she has high standards, because it takes her so long to actually like someone enough to want to kiss them. Eliza always repeats that it would happen on its own time, when Kara least expects it.

And Kara? Well, Kara doesn’t quite care most days. Her lack of a romantic life hadn’t affected her thus far, and barring the idle twinge of regret every time she thought of the people she truly liked and how nothing came of it (like James, or Lucy, or Mon-El, or even Cat), it’s not like she’s particularly bothered.

Still. Some days, when she’s with Alex and Kelly or Nia and Brainy, she wonders.

(She wonders if there’s just something wrong with her, that even worse, Eliza is wrong and Kara is destined to be alone forever.)

Kara Danvers has never been kissed, and it’s all well and good until it somehow becomes front page news.

She can count the number of people she dislikes (legitimately dislikes) on one hand. The fact that Andrea Rojas, their new Editor-In-Chief, joins the list and quickly topples the others is quite frankly the least surprising thing to ever happen to Kara.

(Which says quite a bit, considering all that’s happened to Kara.)

The foundation of the dislike is there immediately, when Rojas talks about clicks over substance. It simmers each time Kara’s work is turned into a mangled, biased, unrecognizable mess. But it really hits the necessary threshold the day Rojas calls Kara into her office, a sly smile on her lips.

“I have an assignment for you, Kara,” she says primly, still smiling. “An undercover assignment.”

Kara blinks, once, twice, and clears her throat, certain she’s misheard. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re going undercover,” Rojas explains slowly, getting up from her chair and circling around her desk, eyeing Kara like her prey. “You’ll be investigating the previous owner of CatCo Worldwide Media. You know her, don’t you? Lena Luthor?”

(Know her? Not really. Not beyond the handful of conversations as Supergirl, content to trust the DEO—namely Winn, Alex, and Brainy—to keep an eye on the Luthor.

And the distance hasn’t mattered really. Beyond the odd dip into making kryptonite, experimenting on a Worldkiller in an attempt to cure her, and making human super-people, Lena Luthor hasn’t done all that much to draw attention to herself.

But, Kara is willing to concede, Lena does manage to draw a lot of attention with only her looks—specifically Kara’s.)

“Lena,” Rojas continues, taking Kara’s silence for ignorance, “is the younger sister to Lex Luthor and the last remaining member of the disgraced Luthor family.” She smiles briefly, as if she’s letting Kara in on some inside joke, then shrugs. “It seems that the number of attempts on her life have recently, well, decreased. The word on the street is that she’s looking for a bodyguard—a female bodyguard, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Kara? She’s looking to date again, someone the tabloids won’t take a second look at, someone unassuming and easily dismissed—someone like you.”

Kara takes a step back, shaking her head. “N-no. I’m not a bodyguard, I can’t do that.” She doesn’t have to fake the panic in her tone; a part of Kara is legitimately worried about just how much Andrea Rojas knows about her. “I’m clumsy, and awkward, and chatty, and—”

“Aren’t you listening?” Rojas interrupts, rolling her eyes, turning slightly to pick up a thin folder sitting on her desk, holding it out to Kara expectantly. “The bodyguard position is fake. All you need to do is meet my contact at L-Corp. He’s already got an entry level job lined up for you. The second Lena sees you, I’ve no doubt she’ll be interested.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Come on, Kara, don’t fish for compliments,” Rojas says, waving the folder in an attempt to get Kara to take it. “You’re fit, beautiful, and smart. Just Lena’s type. Trust me, I would know.”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re asking me to infiltrate a company, pursue a fake relationship with the CEO, then put myself in the line of danger if and when she asks me to be her pretend bodyguard so that the paparazzi don’t catch wind of that fake relationship.” Kara shakes her head almost violently, taking another step back. “That’s crazy. Unethical. Probably illegal!”

“Don’t be so dramatic. Besides, do this and you can write whatever you want here, for as long as you work for CatCo. No more binned pitches, no more input from me or anyone else. Give me this one story, Kara, and I’ll give you free rein.” She shakes the folder once more, and Kara realizes this is her final chance. Slowly, hesitantly, and knowing it’s a mistake, Kara accepts the folder.

(It feels a lot like selling her soul to the devil.)

“What do you even want me to write about? What’s the story?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Rojas replies, turning away from Kara and waving her away, signalling the end of the conversation. “As long as Lena Luthor’s fall from grace is spectacular.”

Kara doesn’t want to do this. She really doesn’t want to do this.

(She isn’t quite sure any job is worth so many lies, so much deceit.

Then again, she does work for the DEO….)

“Quit,” Alex suggests for the umpteenth time, her eyes following Kara as she paces in the living room. “Just leave CatCo.”

“And never write again? I can’t do that.”

“Then go back and tell her you don’t want the story.”

“Then I’m stuck writing stupid pieces and I’ll never be a real journalist.”

“Kara—”

“Alex, I don’t want to do this, but I have to.” Kara pauses, looks at her sister, waits for her to do something other than return her gaze with wide eyes. “Alex?” Kara prods when Alex merely hugs a pillow to her chest, sinking deeper into the couch.

“What do you want me to say? You’ve made up your mind.”

“Lena Luthor won’t even be interested in me, so I’ll go tomorrow and then just tell Andrea that I failed.”

“That’s a good point,” Alex says, but there’s hesitance in her tone.

“What?”

“Well, don’t get mad, but what if she does like you? I mean, you’re almost annoyingly likeable. James liked you, Winn liked you, Lucy liked you, even Cat Grant like—”

“—I get it, Alex.”

“I don’t know what the right answer is,” Alex continues unhelpfully before she gets up and stops Kara’s pacing, taking her hands gently and squeezing them briefly before pulling her into a tight hug. “But whatever you choose, I’ll have your back. Like always.”

“The Danvers sisters,” Kara mutters into her sister’s ear.

“—we should come with a warning,” Alex finishes, grinning as she pulls away and studies Kara’s face. “Now let’s eat and do some research on your soon to be girlfriend.”

“Alex.”

(Her admonishment falls on deaf ears though—Alex just laughs in response.)

When Andrea had mentioned an “entry-level” job, Kara had imagined it was something in HR or a position as someone’s assistant. She had not, not even for a second, imagined that Andrea would bother looking at her resume and fit her in one of the many labs at L-Corp.

“Frankly, Dr. Danvers,” says Jess, the woman who’d taken her for a tour around the lab, taking care to have Kara sign NDAs before she mentioned any of L-Corps many projects, “you’re vastly overqualified for the position you applied for. I mean, you’ll be a glorified lab tech—are you sure that’s what you’re looking for?”

(Kara sighs internally, realizing that Andrea hadn’t looked at her resume, she’d just pushed Kara into the first opening L-Corp had.)

“It’s just Kara. And honestly, yes.” At Jess’s skeptical look, Kara clears her throat and tries again. “Working here, in any capacity, would be a dream come true. L-Corp is an incredible force for good. I just want to be a part of it.” It’s not a lie, Kara tells herself as Jess smiles approvingly at the answer. In fact, it’s the most honest thing she’s said to Jess since stepping inside the building and introducing herself.

It’s just that...well….

She wishes she could’ve been a part of such a force for good without an ulterior motive hanging over her head.

“Speaking of dreams,” she continues as Jess leads her down another hallway, pointing out current research and scientists, “I’ve always wanted to meet Lena Luthor. Is there any chance a lowly tech like me would be able to meet her one day?”

Jess laughs as she comes to a halt in front of the elevators. “The chances are actually quite high,” she says, gesturing for Kara to enter the small enclosed space. “Ms. Luthor spends a great deal of time in the labs herself. But I’m afraid she’s not in National City at the moment, so it may be some time before you see her.”

“Oh really? Away for business?”

Jess grins and leans towards Kara conspiratorially, “A romantic getaway, actually. If you ask me, she deserves the time off. Though I doubt the Board will be happy if they ever found out.” She laughs and shrugs. “CEO running off for pleasure isn’t the greatest for business if you know what I mean.”

“...right,” Kara manages, frowning and feeling the sudden need to step away from Jess. She’s no stranger to being the assistant to someone as powerful as Lena Luthor and all the secrets one became privy to due to that position—after all, Cat Grant was nothing if not full of secrets and mystery—but the key to any good assistant was keeping their mouth shut.

Kara suddenly feels immeasurably sorry for Lena. If the person closest to her at work feels so at ease in betraying her confidence in this way...Lena really is in need of someone to protect her.

The elevator comes to a lurching stop (though Kara thinks part of that is her imagination due to the guilt pooling in her belly), and the doors slide open. She follows Jess to the entrance of the building, where she’s introduced to the security guards and given a keycard. When it’s all done, Jess crosses her arms over her chest and smiles at Kara warmly.

“Well. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, some sort of undercurrent to her tone that puts Kara on edge.

And as Kara leaves L-Corp, she wonders just what kind of insanity Andrea got her into.

Nearly a month passes by, Kara becoming more and more incensed at the way Lena’s employees talk about her each day. The rumors that fly around about the CEO are wild, unsubstantiated, and incredibly embarrassing. There’s chatter about Lena’s sex life, her family, her hobbies, and even one nasty suggestion that there’s one secret lab in the basement that’s used solely to experiment on aliens in a continuation of Lex’s work.

(Kara had, of course, checked every nook and cranny of the building as Supergirl, so she knows it’s not true.

And it’s maddening to hear employees repeat such vile lies, seemingly only to the new lab tech.)

It comes to a head one afternoon when she’s taking her lunch break, sitting alone at one of the tables outside the building. Just as she’s biting into her sandwich, two researchers who work in the lab adjacent to hers walk by, whispering loudly about how Lena’s credibly accused of murder.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Kara snaps at them, getting up from her chair so violently that it’s thrown to the ground with a loud clatter. It attracts one of the security guards, and he ambles over quickly. “Lena Luthor has done nothing to deserve such hateful talk, and you all should be ashamed of yourselves,” she hisses at the others milling about, staring at her with a strange expression. “If you don’t like her, then quit. Why are you here?”

“Dr. Danvers,” the security guard—Peter—says, picking up her chair and then gently taking her elbow, “if you could come with me.”

“Pete,” one of the researchers who caused Kara’s outburst suddenly pipes up, “take her to Jess. Tell her the experiment was a success.”

“The experiment? What—”

“Dr. Danvers, if you could just follow me,” Peter repeats, smiling genially at her, waiting for her to nod. He motions for her to head towards the elevator, and he starts chatting amicably, but Kara’s attention is on the bright smiles of the employees she’d just shouted at. She doesn’t understand—was something bad about to happen? Was it time to call Alex and the DEO? Did Andrea really send her into something dangerous?

Peter claps her on the back when the get to the very top floor, leaving her with Jess and a quick good luck. Jess, for her part, is no longer the smiling, cheerful, chatty assistant Kara met the day she got her job.

“For the record,” Jess tells her as she moves towards what clearly must be Lena’s office, knocking on the door twice and pushing it open at the soft come in from behind the wood, “I still don’t trust you, even if the experiment was a success.”

“Wha—”

“Ms. Luthor is waiting for you.”

Jess all but shoves Kara forward, and then there’s nothing separating Kara from Lena Luthor except a large white desk stacked with papers and a laptop that clicks shut the moment Lena meets her gaze.

“Kara Danvers,” she says, getting to her feet gracefully and holding out her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m sure you have questions.”

Somewhere, across the city, Kara can hear the pounding of keys on a piano, of a woman cursing under her breath as she gets a papercut, of a child’s laugh. Somewhere, across the city, there’s Alex’s reassuring, steady heartbeat, pounding in Kara’s ears. And yet, despite all that, the silence in Lena’s office is deafening.

“You seem shocked, Ms. Danvers,” Lena says with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. “You don’t mean to tell me you believed those rumors you didn’t sell to the press, did you?”

“Kara,” she automatically corrects, swallowing when this just makes Lena’s eyebrow rise further. “Call me Kara.”

“All right, Kara. Do sit down, we have a lot to talk about. You’re vastly overqualified as a tech and I was hoping—”

“—wait,” Kara interrupts, holding up one hand, the other fidgeting with her glasses. “Can we just, um, rewind for a second? What’s—what’s going on? What’s the ‘experiment?’”

Lena sighs, looking almost disappointed in the question.

“I’m an extremely unpopular woman, Kara. I also happen to be quite wealthy and in charge of one of the most influential companies in the world. Everything I do, from what I wear to where I go, is scrutinized and reported on. Excessively.” She sits down, pausing long enough that Kara’s brain kicks into gear and she does as well, sitting on the literal edge of her seat as she waits for Lena to continue, guilt eating away at her. “I’ve had people fake resumes, references, anything, to get a job here just to get a story. So Jess—my assistant, very clever and far too good to me—came up with the experiment. When a particularly suspicious application, such as yours, comes in, we inundate you with false stories. If any of them leak, well. Needless to say, there’s legal action taken. You signed quite a few NDAs, I do hope you read them all carefully.” Her eyes sparkle as she makes the joke, and despite Kara’s guilt (knowing she’s at L-Corp to do the very thing Lena and her employees are trying so hard to combat), she can’t help but marvel at Lena Luthor.

(She’s, in a word, beautiful.

She’s clever, well-spoken, charming, and so gentle, and it breaks Kara’s heart a little.)

“Why let me through the front doors if my application was suspicious?”

“Well, even if we thought you were too good to be true, we wanted to be sure. There’s one project in particular I think you’d be a perfect fit for—” Lena starts to dig through one of the stacks on her desk, and suddenly Kara can’t take the guilt anymore.

“You should fire me,” she all but shouts, getting to her feet. Lena leans back in shock, clearly perplexed.

“Pardon?”

“I’m not who you think I am—I mean, I am, because that resume is real but I’m not.” Kara’s hands instinctively go to her glasses, fiddling with them as she tries to figure out her next words.

“You need to speak slower,” Lena says, her shock slowly being replaced by something cold and hard. “And far more clearly. Explain.”

(It’s said as an order, and Kara knows it is because it is an order.)

“I am Kara Danvers. And everything on that resume is true. I was good at school.” Good at school is an understatement, but she figures right now is not the time to brag about her academic achievements on Krypton. Rao, Earth science is so easy in comparison. “But I’m not a researcher, and I’m not here to help L-Corp do good, though I wish I was.”

“Then what do you do?” Lena asks, tone dangerous.

“I’m a cub reporter,” Kara admits breathlessly. “At CatCo. Worldwide Media?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of it,” Lena bites out sarcastically. “Continue.”

“Our new Editor-In-Chief, Andrea Rojas, she um. Well, she wants a story. And she sent me here to get it. Probably because of my background in science, now that I think about it. She forced me into an impossible choice, take this assignment or never write anything real, and I was forcing myself to do it because I want to be a journalist, but a month here and I just can’t. I can’t. I don’t want to ruin any of this so please. Please just fire me.” She ends her ramble by literally snapping her mouth shut, looking at Lena apprehensively.

“And what exactly was the story? My technology? Is she trying to sabotage my work?”

“Um. Well, no? You’re the story. I was,” Kara blushes hard, hating herself for the words she forces out next, “I was supposed to get to you. Become your, um, bodyguard.”

Shockingly, Lena just...laughs.

“You mean to tell me that my best friend from boarding school sent you, a woman with an impressive resume—” far more than impressive, Kara thinks to herself, half of her accomplishments weren’t even listed on it “—but literally zero ability to lie, to try to seduce me and get a story?”

“Yep,” Kara says, popping the ‘p,’ wondering just how much Lena Luthor would eat her words if she knew about Kara’s ability to keep Supergirl secret, “that’s it in a nutshell. So if you could just fire me now, I’d—”

“Fire you?” Lena shakes her head. “I’m not going to fire you. I wasn’t lying, I need someone with your talents. And while you’re working in the lab, I’ll help you with a story you can give to Andrea that will save your job and be beneficial to me.”

“Right, okay,” Kara responds slowly. “And the bodyguard thing….” She trails off, unsure how to phrase her question.

“I’m afraid that’s out of the question,” Lena says smoothly. “Besides, it seems Andrea doesn’t know me as well as she thought, you’re not exactly my type.”

For whatever reason, even though Kara is relieved that she won’t have to fake a relationship, Lena’s words still sting. Smartly. Powerfully.

“Right, right,” she says, ducking her head and hoping she’s hiding her flushed cheeks and hurt, “I’m not—I’m not even gay, so. That’s, um, good.”

(And months down the line, Kara will think back to the moment they make eye contact, as they make plans to meet the next morning and discuss everything in more detail, and she’ll remember the swoop in her belly that replaced the guilt churning away there, and she’ll realize that was the first moment she started to fall for Lena Luthor.)

She’s seen in public with Lena Luthor once, once, and suddenly it’s all anyone can talk about.

Contrary to what Andrea thinks when Kara meets her for their obligatory clandestine check-in on the progress of the ‘story,’ it’s not that their nefarious plot to get some sort of embarrassing admission from Lena is working. Not even close. The only reason they land in the tabloids is because Kara just happened to be leaving L-Corp late one night (after a grueling day of research, frustrated by this planet’s backwards and practically obsolete understanding of science), coincidentally around the same time Lena chose to go home, bumping into the CEO awkwardly before clearing her throat and holding the door open for the woman who was—for all intents and purposes��her boss.

Not that that matters to any of the trashy magazines that publish the photo taken of them, pointing to a non-existent blush on Lena’s cheeks, to Kara’s mussed hair, to some sort of imagined “gaze” that Kara apparently bestowed on the second most powerful woman in National City. (Cat Grant always has been, and always will be no matter where she is in the world, the most powerful woman to Kara.)

Does Lena Luthor have a new gal pal?

Lena Luthor’s secret fling!

Caught in the act! Lena Luthor’s new lover!

The headlines make Kara cringe.

(She hates it. Even if Alex laughs away when she hears about it and Andrea sends her a congratulatory email and a renewed promise to let her write about whatever “stupid political story” Kara wants.

Kara hates it so much.)

The headlines are awful, so Kara thinks she’s understandably stressed when she’s called to Lena’s office the very next day.

(This is it, she’s going to be fired.

She’s just going to go back to writing about dresses and fashion shows and not the blatant discrimination in the juvenile criminal justice system and the pervasiveness of corruption and racism in sentencing.)

Except, all her dread about dresses is for naught because when she enters Lena’s office, Lena isn’t seething with rage or even cold with disinterest (as she’d been with Kara since finding out about the whole ‘I’m a journalist’ thing). No, Lena is smiling.

“You know what’s remarkable?” she tells Kara as she motions for her to sit down and offers a water that Kara quickly refuses. “I’ve been in this city for years. I’ve donated millions, developed dozens of new technologies to help people, practically took over the National City Children’s Hospital from a bunch of greedy men in suits in order to save lives, and even owned one of the biggest media companies in the world for a hot minute, but this is the best press day I’ve had since Lex dragged our name through the mud.”

Kara, who’s ready with an apology on her lips, frowns, not quite understanding. “You’re not upset? About the photo?”

“I mean, the photo is ridiculous,” Lena waves her comment off, though Kara can hear the tiny bump up in her heart rate, giving away the lie, “but because of the photo, people are asking about my philanthropic work, about the STEM scholarships I offer to young girls that no one applies to anymore because of the name attached to it, about the climate change efforts L-Corp has made.” She smiles widely, leaning against her desk and looking at Kara in a way that Kara feels distinctly uncomfortable with—like she’s prey, like she’s to be devoured, like she’s been caught in a trap. “Who knew all it would take for people to ignore my last name is a pretty blonde woman smiling as she holds the door open for me?”

(Kara tries not to blush at the ‘pretty’ comment, she really does, but she doesn’t think she’s successful. Lena’s smile becomes a smirk and Kara finds herself ducking her head, fiddling with her glasses.)

“Well, I’m glad I could help, Ms. Luthor.”

“Lena.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s Lena. From now on,” the CEO says, still smiling. “I think I owe you an apology, Kara.”

“I—for what?”

“For tossing out the bodyguard idea so quickly.” Lena pauses, rolls her eyes, and shakes her head. “I mean, that’s entirely ludicrous, I’m not going to ask a journalist to put herself in the line of fire, but I think being seen together, every now and then, in public, isn’t the worst thing that could happen.”

“I’m sorry, I think I must have misunderstood—are you...are you asking that I pretend to go on dates with you?”

“Yes, exactly,” Lena says brightly, as if the whole thing has been decided. “Nice to see you’re paying attention,” she continues, her tone light and almost flirty and Kara’s dealt with a lot in her life but she decides then and there that this is the worst whiplash she’s ever gotten. “I know on Tuesdays you have your supposedly secret meetings with Andrea about the progress of your story, so how are your Wednesdays?”

Lena’s knowledge of the ‘secret’ meetings is somehow the least surprising part of everything that’s been said since Kara stepped into her office.

“My Wednesdays?”

“Yes, for our weekly lunches from now on,” Lena says, looking amused by Kara’s expression.

“I mean, um, Wednesdays are fine.”

“Great. I’ll text you the details.”

Kara doesn’t even ask how Lena has her cell number. She just nods, her only thought that she needs to find Alex—and quick.

“Do you think it’s lying?” Kara asks her sister and friends from where she’s floating, arms crossed over her chest, staring intently at the ceiling as though the answers would be written there. “I’m a journalist—is it unethical to be misleading the public this way?”

Nia snorts from where she sits, covering her laugh up with a cough when Kara floats down to the ground just to glare.

“I think you’re overthinking this,” Alex says, just as Nia offers a mumbled: “Who says you’re misleading anyone?”

Alex and Nia look at each other with conspiratorial grins, and even though Kelly sighs, she looks vaguely amused. Only J’onn and Brainy seem just as confused as Kara.

“I don’t understand,” Kara says, looking at her sister and friend with a frown.

“It’s like this,” Nia explains slowly, looking to Alex for support, “you’ve talked about Lena Luthor a lot lately, you know?”

“Well, yeah. She’s my boss.”

“No, Kara,” Alex chuckles, “you talk and think about her a lot. Do you see what we mean?” J’onn’s expression clears into understanding and he smiles, nodding along. Even Brainy, who had been sitting with a frown, now has his hands clasped together in front of him, nodding along with Alex and Nia. Finally, it’s Kelly who takes pity on Kara.

“I think what they’re trying to say is that you have a little crush on Lena Luthor,” Kelly explains, holding up a hand when Kara immediately starts to deny it. “Even if you don’t like her in a romantic sense, you certainly like her. Just...take these lunches one day at a time. Think of it as making a new friend rather than a pretend date if you have to.”

“Or,” Nia says with a laugh, “you could save everyone a lot of time and just tell Lena Luthor you have a thing for her and want the pretend dates to be real dates.” At Kara’s shocked look, she held up her hands. “But you do you, obviously!”

The article comes out just a few months later.

Before the poorly written, gossipy, nonsense riddled article ruins everything, things finally settle enough that Kara thinks she can actually do this. Her weekly lunches with Lena are enjoyable and fun, the two of them spending several hours chatting about science, life, and causes they are passionate about. In fact, they begin to see each other outside the weekly lunches too, and not just on planned out “events” meant to give the press something to talk about. (Lena comes to game night and Kara goes with Lena to her father’s grave on the anniversary of his death to provide moral support, where there are no cameras or ulterior motive.) In between all the pretend dates, they spend time together for real, bonding over being adopted and a mutual love for Big Belly Burger. Together, they attempt to brainstorm ideas of what pitch Kara could give to Andrea that would secure her job and help Lena with the media.

And it’s...refreshing. It’s nice. It’s something Kara rarely gets to experience.

With Lena, all she is is Kara. With Lena, she can let her guard down a little, can avoid dumbing herself down, and just talk—like she did with her parents, or other members of the Science Guild. And Kara knows Lena is slightly curious about her—she’s made a few comments about it—but she lets it go in order to continue their discussions on the latest project, on a problem that’s cropped up, on potential solutions.

(It’s rare, this thing she has with Lena. It’s rare for humans to be able to keep up with her, and it’s rare that she doesn’t have to slow down for them.

It’s even rarer for someone to be so casual about just how intelligent they are—to keep up easily and to treat it as though it’s not a big deal, as though it’s all just normal talk.

And Kara likes it, enjoys it, doesn’t want it to end. She has this with Alex or Eliza or Brainy, but with Lena there’s something else—a challenge, a give and take, a back and forth that leaves her breathless and wanting for more.

With Lena, it’s electric.)

It’s going well, much better than it should be, considering all of Kara’s initial misgivings and guilt (and the realization—as she and Lena move from ‘business partners’ as Lena calls it to legitimate friends—that soon Supergirl has to come out to Lena). It’s going well enough that Kara should’ve expected it, should’ve known something would come along and ruin everything.

Lena Luthor’s New Gal Pal Has Never Been Kissed!

Is Something Wrong With Luthor? New Girlfriend Wants ZERO Kisses, Sources Say!

The L in L-Corp Definitely Does Not Stand For Love: Lena Luthor’s New Relationship Destined to Fail!

“Of course the good press wasn’t meant to last. Apparently, you’ve never been kissed,” Lena says the Wednesday after the articles are first published. They’re in her office today, which was where they had lunch every day the past week, something Kara had decided was best not to bring up, lest it didn’t mean what she hoped it meant.

“Oh, well, um, I haven’t actually,” Kara says through a mouthful of sushi.

Lena blinks, looking taken aback. “You haven’t?” she asks, sounding as though she thinks this is a joke. “But you’re—I mean, look at you. Why?”

(Kara doesn’t exactly like this question.

For one, it implies there’s something wrong with her, something broken, mirroring her own thoughts on the issue. For another—and much more importantly—explaining why would take explaining how she landed on this planet, how it took her years to feel comfortable with humans, how it takes time for her to even want that sort of intimacy from someone else, how she hasn’t yet felt the urge or the need or the desire, and any of those people she thought she may one day feel that way for had slipped out of her life before they got to that point.)

Perhaps it’s because Kara doesn’t respond right away, or perhaps it’s just because Lena is better at reading her than Kara gives her credit for, but almost immediately after the question escapes Lena’s lips, she blushes and shakes her head. “I’m so sorry,” she says, reaching out slowly enough that Kara has time to pull away if she wants to, gently taking Kara’s hand and swiping her thumb over the back of it when Kara doesn’t move, “that was crass and rude of me. It’s none of my business. You have every right to live your life the way you want to.”

“You don’t think it’s strange?”

“No,” Lena replies with zero hesitation. When Kara fixes her with a look, she chuckles, swiping her thumb over the back of Kara’s hand once more. It does something funny to Kara’s chest. “I admit, I’m surprised. But that’s just my own bias, you know?” She starts to move her thumb back and forth, almost as if she doesn’t know she’s doing it. “Just because someone’s life experiences are different from my own doesn’t make it any better or worse. It’s your life, Kara. No one is allowed to tell you how to live it.” She bites her lip, and Kara squeezes Lena’s hand gently, knowing what Lena wants to ask.

“I’m waiting,” she explains softly, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “For someone who’d wait for me to want it. Does that make sense?”

Lena likely senses that the topic isn’t something Kara wants to get deeper into, because she clears her throat and moves bravely on. “Since I chose lunch today, I suppose you could pick tomorrow, but Kara, I’m not willing to have potstickers again, it’s not—”

“—what are we going to do about the story?” Kara interrupts, listening to the way Lena’s heart rate increases, the way she’s trying to hide her stress. “There are a few articles that make fun of you because of me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lena waves her off, shifting on the couch so that she and Kara were sitting shoulder to shoulder. “It’ll blow over soon.”

“But the whole point of this in the first place was to give you good press. And because of me—”

“—because of you, what? People associate me as the girlfriend of a beautiful woman instead of my homicidal brother? How terrible of you,” Lena says, narrowing her eyes playfully, and smiling at Kara. It’s clear she wants to talk about something else, but it feels wrong to brush past this.

“Lena, please,” Kara tries, and shockingly, Lena deflates. She gives in so easily, and Kara’s not exactly sure how she managed that.

“We could get Jess to leak that we’ve been affectionate behind closed doors, and we just don’t like doing so in public.”

“It’s one thing to let the press come to its own conclusions, but I can’t lie, Lena,” Kara immediately disagrees. She watches with interest and Lena ducks her head, mumbling something about integrity affectionately under her breath, before she turns back to Kara with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, you could always just go for it.”

“What?”

“You could just kiss me.”

(Kara’s heart thumps in her chest, and she can’t do much other than swallow hard.

She realizes, suddenly, that her hand is still in Lena’s, that their fingers have become intertwined, that Lena’s thumb is still stroking the back of Kara’s hand.)

“Lena, I want it to mean something.”

(This is it, Kara thinks. This is the moment Lena will laugh and say it’s all a joke.

This is the moment, Kara thinks. This is the moment that she’ll have her heart broken.)

“I know,” Lena says, turning fully so that she’s facing Kara, one leg folded under her, her free hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Kara’s ear. “I’ll wait, however long you want me to.”

“Wait. What?”

Lena smiles, something impossibly vulnerable in her eyes. “I don’t want this to be fake anymore,” she says softly, but quickly, as if she can’t bear to bare it all, and yet can’t stop herself from doing so anyway. “I want to go on dates. To celebrate with you when you get your huge break. To hold your hand,” she looks down at their hands, squeezing as if to make a point. “And I’ll wait. For you. If you choose to want it too.”

“Oh,” Kara mutters, and it occurs to her in that moment that Eliza and Alex were right. She did have high standards, and Lena met them. And it did happen when she least expected it—at lunch, with someone she never even expected to become friends with, let alone something more. “You don’t have to wait.”

“What? I don't—” Lena starts to question, cut off when Kara closes the few inches of space between them.

And as far as first kisses go, Kara thinks, it was well worth the wait.

“How I Infiltrated L-Corp, Fell in Love With the CEO, and Had My First Kiss, by Kara Danvers,” Andrea reads aloud, grimacing as she looks up at Kara. “I can’t publish this.”

“That’s unfortunate, Ms. Rojas,” Kara says with a smile, shrugging. “You’re welcome to fire me though. But I do have a great piece on juvenile sentencing, if you want to read it.”

Andrea narrows her eyes, but then, she...laughs. “I’m a woman of my word. Send me your new piece.” Kara nods and is nearly out the door when Andrea speaks again. “And Kara? When you see Lena, tell her I said we’re even now, won’t you?”

Kara doesn’t ask or care what she means—she chalks it up to a boarding school thing and leaves it at that.

#supercorp #fanfic #new #kara danvers #lena luthor

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sapphicscholar · 6 years ago

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Pride Month Prompts Day 14: Coffee Shop (Supercat)

From this Pride Month Prompts post! I’m taking the opportunity to write some short fics for a variety of pairings that I haven’t written for as much, maybe at all. They won’t be going on AO3, so I’ll be sure to tag them all with #pride month prompts so you can find them later if you want.

Day 14: Coffee Shop - Part 2 (continued from Day 11: The Movies; there may be a part 3…)

Pairing: Supercat

Cat sniffed quietly. “I suppose I should thank you for the ticket, then.”

“If you’re not busy, what about thanking me over a cup of coffee?” Catching sight of the raised eyebrow, Kara faltered for a moment before pushing on. “I mean, you know, it’d be good to catch up. And there’s a little café just three blocks away that serves the best pastries and espresso that’s up to your standards.”

After a long pause, Cat grabbed her bag and gestured in the direction of the exit. “Well go on then. I don’t have all night.”

Kara beamed. “I swear, they have a cinnamon chip scone that’ll blow your mind.”

“I believe Rob Lowe promised something similar, and yet life seems to be full of disappointments.” She bit back a smile at the sound of Kara stumbling behind her.

One short walk later, they arrived at a small café with furniture and mugs Cat was pleased to see weren’t all intentionally mismatched in that way that screamed, “We’re trying so hard to be quirky and unique!” Instead, the furnishings looked inviting, like a tasteful living room interspersed with wooden tables small enough to keep it from feeling like a coworking space.

“I’ll go order if you want to pick a seat,” Kara said, already heading up to the counter and ignoring Cat’s attempt to reach for her wallet to pay.

Cat ended up choosing one of the small sofas—she would not call it a love seat, no matter what the proper name for it was. If it reminded her a bit of the one in her old office where she’d spent many a late night sitting with Kara, increasingly impressed with her work ethic and her raw talent just waiting to be turned into something spectacular, well, she was a creature of habit in certain ways. A few minutes later, Kara returned with two steaming mugs carefully clutched in one hand and a plate with several pastries balanced on the other.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so I got all my favorites, plus a few things I think you’d like.”

Cat didn’t admit it, but everything smelled divine, and even though she didn’t make a habit of indulging in sweets she thought tonight she might make an exception. After all, she didn’t exactly make a habit of unplanned theater excursions or coffee dates with former assistants either.

Over coffee and pastries that ended up tasting just as good as they smelled, Cat let Kara ask her about traveling, about DC, about the White House, about her decision to leave, about why she was back in National City without having come back to CatCo yet. And, in turn, Cat slipped in her own questions, including a few about Kara’s more heroic duties, as well as her time reporting and mentoring Nia, the stories she’d most enjoyed working on, whether that boyfriend had ever come back from space (and nothing had quite prepared her for that story), how the fake-FBI agent sister was doing. For the first time since coming back from DC, Cat found herself actually relaxing with someone who wasn’t Carter. She let herself sink into the plush sofa, her eyes almost fluttering shut as she lost herself in the elaborate stories Kara wove for her with an eye for detail she’d watched Kara hone over the past couple years of reporting.

Eventually the barista began cleaning around them, collecting their empty plates and mugs, and finally letting them know that they’d closed half an hour ago and now that everything was cleaned up for the night, she really did need to ask them to leave.

Kara apologized profusely, and when she turned around, Cat slipped the woman a very generous tip, muttering a quiet, “Thank you for the extra time.”

The woman winked in return. “Don’t worry about it. Looked like a good date.”

A chair clattered to the ground, and a moment later a blushing Kara propped it back up, spouting apologies for her clumsiness.

As they exited the café, Cat found she wasn’t ready for the night to end. And god, that really did make this rather different from almost every other date she’d been on in recent memory. Not that it was a date. Just because Kara had paid for her movie ticket and her coffee and shared one of her favorite spots with her.

“Would you maybe want to walk for a bit? It’s a really nice night.”

Cat suspected she was nearing closer and closer to the woman who she’d sworn she’d stay away from, not wanting to corrupt someone so good and light with all the darkness that seemed to surround her, burning her once-good relationships past the point of recognition. But she couldn’t find it within herself to turn away again.

So instead, Cat nodded and gathered her things. And when they stepped outside into the cool night air, Cat let Kara take the lead.

#pride month prompts #supercat #cat grant #kara danvers #fluff #part 2 #fanfic #ficlet #kara x cat #supergirl

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 4 years ago

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I know it might be too soon but what would be your ideal season 6? Like, if you could write this final season without erasing anything that already happened, how would you have the show end?

It would open with a face off between Supergirl and Lex. In a series of flashbacks, we would learn how Kara’s exposed him in the press as the criminal he is, and the superfriends have been working to clean up the loose ends of his manipulations.

We learn that Nia found Brainy and brought him back to the tower for recovery. We learn how Lena has helped unravel Lex’s machinations to pinpoint where he’d go when it all came crumbling down around his ears, just as she had in the previous reality. Only this time Lex is confronted with Supergirl in her biosuit, her helmet already closed in anticipation of the kryptonite he likely has on hand.

Lex smirks-- he’s planned for this too, and has stolen his sister’s formula for a supercharged Kryptonite, and enough of it to overwhelm even the shields Lena’s installed in the biosuit. But where Lex is happy to trade a witty repartee with the superhero, Supergirl wastes no time. Without a word she charges, and starts swinging.

Lex barely manages to hold his own, and is increasingly baffled by the hero’s behavior. There’s no plea to rethink his plans, to come clean and accept his punishment. Stranger yet, the Kryptonite only seems to be harming her enough to neutralize her powers, not kill her.

In a desperate bid to gain the edge, Lex detonates one of the kryptonite crystals, turning it into a projectile weapon that cuts through the fabric of her suit and exposes her to the kryptonite directly. Even then, Supergirl only slows long enough to regain her feet before she’s charging again. This time, a blade extends from one gauntlet, and she skewers him right through the chest. The pain takes a backseat to his utter dismay.

“But... you don’t... kill,” he gurgles.

With her free hand, his killer reaches up and removes her helmet, releasing a cascade of dark hair.

“I do,” Lena responds. Her eyes are cold as she retracts her blade, but she kneels with him as Lex sags to a heap on the floor.

“Oh,” Lex chuckles, blood bubbling from his lips. “Brava, Lena. Brava...”

And then he dies a second time. This time, there is no Monitor to resurrect him, no hidden gadget to revive him. Lena remains with the body until the rest of the superfriends rush in, their own tasks of the final climax finally completed.

Kara hesitates, then quietly moves to join Lena next to Lex. She reaches for a pulse, even though she knows she’ll find none. Then she looks at Lena, whose gaze remains fixed on her brother. Only when she reaches for Lena’s hand does Lena rise, escaping her touch and her kindness with a flick of her hair.

“It’s done.”

The rest of the season is a series of one-off, baddie of the week plots set against a backdrop of Leviathan and the thus far unseen Anointed One. Each episode is integral to the development of at least one character, and in the process we see Alex go back to school to become a medical doctor, specializing in xenobiology; Nia leaves her job at CatCo to become an activist for alien rights; Kara finds a new role at CatCo as Editor in Chief when Andrea steps down to focus on her tech at Obsidian North.

Most notable among the character development is Lena, who is given considerable screentime to focus on healing her trauma of killing her brother a second time, and learning how to live with the guilt of what she almost did with Non Nocere, what she actually did to Kara. She helps them in their fights and struggles, and finds new meaning in protecting the unprotected. When she fights, she fights with a rapier, not unlike the blade she used to kill Lex.

Lena’s development is most notable because Kara is there with her every step of the way. They talk every single episode, and in the process of guiding Lena to her new light, they finally talk about what happened between them, and Kara again takes responsibility for her role in Lena’s hurt.

Just as Lena starts to edge away from her past transgressions and starts wondering about what else lays in store for her, we learn that Leviathan is targeting Lena. It’s not clear why-- not until the penultimate episode where she’s abducted by Leviathan and brought to the Anointed One-- who is revealed to be Lena’s mother.

Leviathan is Lena’s birthright. The Acrata medallion was meant to go to her, which would have brought her to Leviathan much sooner. Leviathan can give her everything she ever wished for-- she can effect all the change her heart desires, for good or ill. All she has to do is join them-- join her mother.

When Kara and the superfriends arrive, they find Lena standing beside her mother, resplendent in all the finery befitting the heir to Leviathan. Lena’s mother informs them all that they will have this one chance to leave-- as friends of her daughter, she will spare their lives.

Kara makes an impassioned plea to Lena, begging her to come with them, not to do this. “This isn’t the mother you remember, Lena. The woman who swung you in her arms in that sunlit meadow is gone. Please, come with us. Please come home.”

Lena strides down the dais, her gaze simultaneously intense yet aloof. Kara stares at her expectantly, only to jump slightly when Lena reaches in and kisses her deeply. When she pulls away, Kara is left dazed and relieved and more than a little confused.

“Took you long enough to get here,” Lena tells her, grinning. She grabs her rapier from where Kara’s hidden it beneath her cape, and rounds on the Leviathan goons who charge them the moment they realize Lena’s betrayed them.

Together, Lena and the superfriends fight the legion of Leviathan stooges, until suddenly Lena finds herself facing off against her mother. Lena doesn’t want to kill her mother, but the superfriends are losing steam, and beginning to falter. They won’t last much longer against Leviathan’s stronger forces.

While her mother is taunting her, Lena notices the necklace around her neck, bearing a stone the same color as her mother’s dark eyes. In an instant she puts the pieces together. In a move that would make the Olympic fencing team weep, she lances forward and with the tip of her blade snags the chain of the medallion, flipping it up and over her mother’s head, sending it flying.

With a single, mighty slice of her blade, Lena cleaves the medallion in two before it even hits the ground.

As soon as it’s destroyed the malevolent force inside her mother evaporates, leaving a confused and exhausted woman in its wake. The rest of Leviathan falters, and too falls to the ground, winded. Leviathan is gone.

The last shot of the series is a long one, panning over the main room in the tower. Nia is checking on Brainy, their body language suggesting their romance is repairing itself. Alex is hugging J’onn, and Lena is sitting at her mother’s bedside in the infirmary. As the long pan continues, it focuses in on Lena as she rises from the edge of the bed and makes her way out to the balcony where Kara is standing, gazing up at the night sky.

“Thank you,” Lena says softly as she comes to stand beside her friend. “For coming for me.”

Kara smiles. “Always.”

“Are you okay?” Lena can tell that Kara’s voice is softer than usual, reflective.

“I was just thinking... the past few years, it’s just been one thing after another, you know? I don’t want to--” She stops herself, and redirects. “Just wondering what comes next.”

Lena reaches for her, interlacing their fingers. “Whatever you want.”

“I want to go to Argo,” Kara blurts. She ducks her chin in shame. She’s a hero: heroes shouldn’t want breaks. They don’t do vacations. But Lena’s hand remains firm around hers. “I want to visit my mother.”

Lena nods slowly. “Believe it or not, I can imagine what that feels like.”

Kara huffs a laugh, but then grows almost solemn. Apprehensive.

“Would... would you come with me? If I asked?”

Lena holds her gaze intently. “If you asked... I would go anywhere.”

This time, instead of ending with Kara launching up into the heavens to fly her lonely course, her feet remain planted on the ground. As the camera pans up and away, the last glimpse we get of her is the rest of the Superfriends coming up to join them in a single, massive hug.

#supergirl #ideal season 6 #lots of character development and resolution #and the series ending with kara being surrounded by family #i know it's kind of vague with the baddie's of the week #but really it's the narrative character arcs that matter #and they shouldn't build up another big bag at this point #not if the series is going to end #supercorp endgame #btw their kiss in leviathan's lair is 100% supposed to imply that they've been a thing for a while #but the ending is about Kara and the team #not just supercorp #what do you think?

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cyclone-rachel · 6 years ago

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so “AU where Krypto/a giant fluffy dog was in the pod at the end of season 1″ has been talked about before

but, consider: AU where Brainy was in that pod

first of all, there’s no confusion with the two different Legion ring designs, because this can be a Brainy who’s already in the Legion, and just ends up in the 21st century by accident

(and then of course at the end of the season he leaves, and comes back with more Legionnaires in season 3, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves)

and when Clark arrives in the season 2 premiere, he absolutely recognizes Brainy and makes sure Kara knows he’s a good person and won’t hurt anyone, because he knows him. Because he was trained by the Legion, and they were friends, and he and the others are why he became Superman in the first place.

thus, giving a nod to canon and expanding on Superman’s backstory in this universe.

Also because of Indigo, there can be some tension between Kara and Brainy at first? Especially because at this time, Indigo and Myriad would have been very recent, and a part of Kara lowkey wants to punch his forehead lights out sometimes.

And it was mentioned that Kryptonians had Coluans serving them as supercomputers? no way Brainy doesn’t know that, even if for him that’s over a thousand years in the past. that can be played up until they inevitably make up because of course they would. and then get together somewhere around the midpoint of the season because as much tension as there is, it’s downplayed once they get used to each other and Brainy truly begins to show that he honors and respects Kara, and Kara comes to feel the same way about Brainy.

So there’s your tragic/star-crossed children of feuding planets thing, if you’re into that, with a bonus of people actually caring because they’re more familiar with Brainiac as a villain and as a family line, and zero misogyny or slave-owning (although brainy can still be arrogant and awkward with people! but that’s not the root of those flaws, and he can grow and learn from that)

minor subplot with Mon-El being interested in Eve Tessmacher and banging her in a storage closet? replaced with a subplot about Eve taking an interest to Brainy because he’s too smart to be working at Catco, what is he hiding, and spying on him while reporting back to Lex (although we don’t know that yet, she just has some mysterious phone calls sometimes)

the alien bar thing? even better, because brainy looks visibly different as an alien and in his image inducer form, so him working at the alien bar (albeit with that being lower than his paygrade) would be him learning that he has a home in the 21st century and him being accepted for who he is, and I think that’s beautiful! we can even have him interacting with M’Gann, that would be super fun. imagine what kind of things they could talk about. god. a dream, honestly.

alien-assimilating-to-Earth arc? just really have him act like he did in 3x16 with the image inducer, play up the “I will never truly fit in here” thing, have Kara comfort him about it and help him adjust gradually as he becomes more comfortable.

Mon-El’s reluctant hero arc? easy, Brainy’s reluctant at first not because he’s not heroic, but because he’s already a hero and doesn’t want to step on Kara’s toes or mess up the timeline. But Kara finds him little ways to help, little loopholes, and the two of them and Guardian start fighting alongside each other earlier because Brainy might take it on himself to train James and work with Winn on the suit. because Brainy feels a responsibility to help people, just like Kara, and he sees that in James and how could he not help him develop the skills to back up that responsibility?

(also I like to think that he’d tell James that he had a friend who didn’t have any powers, but still wanted to be a hero and became one, and that James reminds him of that friend. because he mentioned him to Nia, I think we can have him mention him to James too)

that little “the more the merrier” kind of comment to Alex when she comes out? Replaced with a line about how he’s been researching those things and found the Earth word for his own orientation, confirming he’s bisexual (and probably even at some point mentioning an ex-boyfriend and a couple of his ex-girlfriends)

interactions with others besides maybe Winn and Kara? (because of course Winn and Brainy become friends here as well, and Winn designs a suit for Brainy that he gets earlier in this AU) well, we see in canon how much he and J’onn and he and James seem to get along, so we can take those relationship dynamics and expand on them, and he and Alex would have more of a chance to bond, as well as he and Lena.

Alien invasion/evil mom and subservient dad? done, Brainy already has an evil mom in the comics and his dad could easily be forced into working for her. aside from the lead weakness thing, nothing has to really change here!

Brainy can still keep a secret from Kara, except it’s that he wanted to end up in the 21st century and isn’t there on accident because he’s trying to escape his parents, and he’s more honest with her from the beginning (admitting that he was trying to do things on his own until he realized Kara and the DEO actually wanted to help him, and they do) so they team up and fight the invasion together, although he does go home at the end and they do part in an “I-will-always-love-you” way except without Kara thinking he died

(plus his mom using silver Kryptonite to control Superman makes even more sense because I believe that was Brainiac’s doing on Smallville)

I won’t get into how season 3 would have been different here, but there you go, there’s your start

#papa don't look #supergirl #supergirl au #to be safe this is getting tagged #anti karamel #this is an au where chris stayed on that show he was on #and jesse's show didn't get picked up? so he absolutely still plays brainy here #not sure how to fix the karolsen breakup #but hopefully this is the start of something #tl;dr: all of the intrigue none of the misogyny #i'm spiraling my friends i think i have to write this

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mrsluthordanvers · 3 years ago

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Everything’s Different

Kara returns from the phantom zone, and some relationships just aren't the same as she left them

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Being sent to the Phantom Zone was Kara’s worst nightmare come true. It had chilled her to the bone. Left her teeth chattering and her muscles aching, even after weeks being back on Earth under the yellow sun. The emptiness had wrapped itself around her, suffocating her, making her lose her way as she stumbled through the darkness, making her lose her grasp on reality.

It haunted her at night. Every time she closed her eyes she was back there, fighting to get back home, fighting for her family. Every night she woke up gasping, feeling small and scared, the noises of the city ringing in her ears. It felt just like when she first arrived on Earth.

The Phantom Zone was her worst nightmare come true, and yet; sitting outside Andrea’s office waiting to be reprimanded feels like a close second.

Not only does Kara not have the Cat Grant article Nia had promised in order to cover for her sudden disappearance. She has to watch Lena sit in one of Andrea’s chairs with her high heels tucked underneath so she can curl up comfortably. One hand lazily looped around a glass of amber liquid as she laughs.

After days of lying alone on a stainless-steel bed under a yellow sun lamp hoping to have a chance to talk to Lena. Praying to Rao for the opportunity to tell Lena her last secret, one she didn’t even know she had until she was navigating the phantom zone alone, grasping to thoughts of her loved ones to make it through. The sight of Lena laughing with another woman, her hand gently squeezing Andrea’s, makes Kara’s heart clench.

She wishes she could slip away. Duck out of CatCo and avoid this situation altogether. But Kara knows that Andrea has already seen her. Just like Cat, Andrea’s office is strategically placed to give her the best vantage point – and put on the best show.

But this is one show Kara would rather not witness.

Kara’s thoughts are spiralling so rapidly now, that she’s missed Lena putting on her heels and walking in her direction.

“Kara?” Lena looks just as surprised to see Kara, she halts in the doorway as Kara stands so abruptly that she has to scramble to keep her notebook from hitting the floor.

“I didn’t know Alex- “Lena quiets as she glances over her shoulder before she steps forward, letting the office door close against her back.

“How are you feeling?” Lena asks so quietly it makes Kara want to rush to comfort her.

“Good.” Kara immediately responds, without giving much thought to the truth of it. Lena’s head tilts in a way that says she knows that too.

“Better.” Kara adjusts, with a slight shrug and a touch to the corner of her glasses.

They stand in silence for a moment, neither one willing to make eye contact and unsure where to go from here.

“I should go-“

“Would you like to-“

Both laugh awkwardly as they finally look at each other.

“Go ahead.” Lena offers.

“I was going to ask if you would like to have lunch with me? If Andrea doesn’t fire me that is.”

“Oh.” Lena pauses as she looks over her shoulder again, arms folding in front of her. “I actually have lunch plans with Andrea today.”

“Oh.” Kara nods aggressively, “Of course, maybe tomorrow? Big Belly Burger?”

For a second Kara thinks Lena looks guilty but it’s gone in a flash.

“Andrea and I– “

“Right.” Kara waves Lena off not wanting to hear the rest, doing her best to ignore how her stomach rolls and her jaw clenches.

Lena turns quickly to give Andrea a wave through the window before she steps around Kara in a cloud of expensive perfume. “I’m really sorry Kara, but I have to go.”

Lena’s gone before Kara can mumble out her understanding.

Taking a deep breath, Kara steps inside Andrea’s office with a light knock.

“I’m not paying you to hide outside my office all day.” Andrea scolds as Kara steps inside. “Ms. Nal told me that you’ve been working on an article with Cat Grant?”

Kara opens her mouth, still unsure of what she’s going to say to get out of this predicament.

“Before you tell me another lie,” Kara tries not to squirm under Andrea’s gaze. “I’m not going to ask where you’ve been. You’re a popular writer amongst our subscribers so I’m not going to make the mistake of firing you... Yet. But you will have to make this up to me. So, for the next month you are taking over the How-To column for Andy. And I don’t want to hear complaints.”

Kara jerks her head understanding and tries to take her leave.

“Kara.” Andrea calls her attention back just as she’s about to push through the door. “Don’t even think about trying to ask Lena to change my mind.”

Kara’s phone breaks in her palm as she exits the office. grabbing her purse on route to the elevator.

“Where are you going?” Nia hisses after her.

“To find a story.”

---

Kara only catches glimpses of Lena at the tower after that. She sees more of Lena on the cover of tabloids at the grocery store than she does in person. Today it’s a red-carpet photo that stares at her across the packs of pop-tarts she has on the conveyor belt. Lena’s turned into Andrea as she looks at the camera over her shoulder. Andrea’s hand sits low on her hip as she looks in the opposite direction, her jawline on full display as she smirks at a different camera.

Kara barely notices when she reaches across to grab the magazine. She does her best not to tear the delicate pages as she rapidly flips through them until she finds another photo. She can feel the heat growing behind her eyes the longer she stares at it. Lena’s posed almost the exact same, but Andrea is leaning in this time to press a kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth. It’s oddly intimate for a red-carpet photo and it makes Kara throw the magazine onto the conveyer belt next to a case of cookies just to stop looking at it.

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“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” Kara practically throws the magazine on Lena’s coffee table in greeting as she walks in through the balcony doors.

“I’m sorry?” Lena blinks slowly as she looks from the superhero to the magazine that’s fallen open to the picture of her and Andrea.

“You and Andrea are pals now?”

Lena snorts as she untangles herself from the couch to put the kitchen island between them as she starts to make a pot of tea.

“What?”

Kara’s fist clenches as Lena shakes her head. “That might be the only time that has been used correctly by the press.”

Kara watches Lena with a blank face as she looks up from filling the kettle.

“Andrea and I are hardly friends.”

“Then what is it?” Kara asks exasperated, as she slowly approaches the kitchen island but doesn’t sit. “If it’s not Andrea, what is it? Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Andrea’s been helping me.”

“With what?” Kara tries to keep the hurt out of her voice as she takes another step forward, watching Lena scoop some loose tea leaves into a pot and put a strainer over her mug.

“Lex.”

“Lex?” Now Kara’s confused. The tower has been trying to deal with Lex, albeit unsuccessfully.

“Andrea is helping me to take down Lex.”

“I don’t understand... I thought we were taking down Lex together.”

“Lex knows that you’re back from the phantom zone, and he knows I’ve been helping you. I just thought if it looked like I wasn’t helping you anymore he might let his guard down.”

“So, you’ve just been kissing Andrea instead?”

Lena sighs heavily as she pours hot water into the tea pot. “Kara…”

“No.” Kara crosses her arms, “You could’ve told me. I could’ve helped you!”

“I didn’t want you to help me!”

That makes Kara freeze. Her face contorting as she watches Lena snap at her.

“I thought we were over this.”

“It’s not about that.”

Kara doesn’t listen as she turns on her heel, trying not to put a foot through Lena’s floor as she marches to the balcony.

“I love you!”

Kara pauses, one hand on the glass door.

“I didn’t want your help because I love you. And I can’t keep losing you.”

“You love me?” Kara asks as she turns slowly.

“Against my better judgement.” Lena snarks, but it holds no heat as she lifts her chin that Kara can only laugh.

“Are you laughing at –“

“I love you too.” Kara blurts, refusing to let Lena get the wrong idea. “I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.”

“Oh.” Lena nods to herself as she drops her gaze to pour her tea through the strainer. “That’s good.”

“Lena.” Kara whispers immediately appearing at Lena’s side as she wraps a hand around Lena’s slim wrist. “Look at me.”

Kara uses her other hand to reach for Lena’s chin, a finger gently hooking underneath to move her gaze. When pale blue-green eyes settle on her Kara smiles.

“I love you.” Kara repeats with all the earnestness she can muster. “And I’d really like to be the one to help you take down Lex.”

“Okay.” Lena replies in a hushed tone as she gives Kara a tiny nod.

“You won’t lose me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

#supergirl #supercorp #nemo writes #119 days since I last posted something to ao3 #this was a lovely request from a follower to add to green eyed monster #always love having fun with this series #hope you enjoy <3 #would love if y'all checked it out

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