#this fic is unfinished btw because i'm an impatient idiot and there will be a LOT of blanks

[parts-of-spop]

In which the portal changes things a bit...

Part 8/?

AU in which Catra switched with another version of herself when she pulled the lever and it has some unexpected consequences… The main one being that Adora isn’t so nice… until she is. But the fight isn’t over.

"So er... are we like... still at war or whatever?" Mermista drawls and Catra smiles a tad, looking over to where Adora is sleeping and steadily recovering thanks to Brightmoon’s frankly brilliant doctors. Catra is planning to thank each of them personally later.

"Not with Adora. She's with us now," She says confidently before looking back to the gathered princesses around her. "DT got through to her. She was injured because she was trashing the Horde systems. There's no way they can recover that data. She’s committed to defecting... We just have to sort out the rest of it."

"You're sure?" Glimmer presses, understandably wary and Catra nods back at her.

She thinks of 'this whole place is done' and doesn't waver.

"Yeah. And with Adora on our side, the war is practically over."

"How so?" Mermista asks lazily, brow raised and arms folding. Catra looks back to Adora again, battered and bruised and yet still stunningly beautiful.

She smiles again.

"Because Adora made the Horde what it is. Hordak is gone and Shadow Weaver is incarcerated so there's no one competent left to lead them. They'll fall apart without Adora."

"What'll happen to the soldiers?" Comes a soft quip and Catra looks over to Scorpia who is frowning, fidgeting with her pincers.

And Catra doesn't know.

Her ears fall.

"I... I don't know..." She admits reluctantly and Scorpia wilts.

"We'll give those that want it safe haven," Glimmer states abruptly and Catra looks over to her with wide eyes as she squares her shoulders in determination, a fire lighting in her eyes. "It's time to end the war... and I for one, would not rest easy knowing we've made a nation homeless... even if they've hurt us in the past."

"You'd do that?" Scorpia implores quietly, hopefully and Glimmer sends her a warm smile.

"Well we made room for you and Catra..." She glances to the sleeping figure in the bed, "And now her too... We'll figure it out when it comes."

Is there something in the air? Catra is not crying so it must be allergies.

She sniffs subtly then clears her throat.

"Right... I er... I think we should wait for Adora to wake up and then we can figure out a plan, yeah?"

Glimmer smiles at her, small and understanding.

“Sounds like a plan,” She agrees.