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25 Jun 2026
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Summary
Kara took Jimmy's advice but she can't say it was going so well. It's been a few months since she's been trying to see what's out there as he suggested and so far no one has caught her eye. Which brought her to a club, which brought her to a bar, which brought her to a table across the dance floor, staring into the green eyes of a woman who bought her a drink. Her name? Lena Luthor. Which she felt was important for some reason but no time to think because Lena was talking her and smiling at her!
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Kara lets out a low whistle as she crosses the threshold of Lena’s apartment. “This place is…wow.” Her eyes sweep across the space before settling on the floor to ceiling windows. “It’s like five times the size of my studio.”
Kara admires the city. Lena admires her. It’s strange having her here. Having her in Boston. In her head, Kara lives against a permanent backdrop of National City. Maybe Lena’s imaging it, but the sunlight hits her differently here, like someone adjusted the saturation on a photo. It’s still her Kara, but also different.
Lena’s not entirely sure why Kara’s here. All she said was that she was going to be in town and wanted to see her. Lena was not inclined to pry that particular crate open in fear of what she’d find inside. Instead, she graciously offered Kara her spare bedroom and didn’t ask questions about what Kara was doing in Boston prior to her appearing at Lena’s doorstep.
“I get why you don’t want to leave,” Kara muses but all Lena can think of is how the view at her windows never looked better than this exact moment with Kara obstructing it.
“Come on,” Lena says, deciding she can’t stomach the sight anymore. “I’ll show you your room.”
The room is just down the hall from Lena’s, which feels far too close and not close enough. It’s really hitting her now just what she’s agreed to. That Kara’s going to be in her space for the weekend and that’s not something she’s experienced in a long time. Suddenly her apartment doesn’t seem as large as Kara’s made it out to be. Lena stands in the doorway, watches Kara drop her duffle bag on the bed. A bed that Lena meticulously made up, positioning the pillows just so, and washing the sheets that morning so they’d smell fresh when Kara tucks into them later that night.
“So what’s the plan?” Kara asks, eyes sparkling. As if they’ve ever had a plan. As if they haven’t been freefalling through life for all the years they’ve known each other. It’s getting to the point where the ground is coming up quick and Lena can’t find the parachute cord.
Lena leans a shoulder against the door frame, arms folded over her chest. “Depends what you’re in the mood for.”
“You know me.” Kara wags her eyebrows. “I’m up for anything.”
Anything. The word sinks in Lena’s stomach like a hot piece of lead. Lena shakes it off. Clears her throat. “There’s a really good Ramen place around the corner. We might have to wait a bit for a table but it’s worth it.”
Kara smiles that smile that’s always felt like it was just for her. “Let’s do it.”
***
“I’m seeing someone,” Kara blurts out as Lena’s blowing on a clump of noodles.
Lena freezes, chopsticks suspended over her bowl. “Oh.”
Kara nibbles on her bottom lip. “Yeah, Alex and Kelly set me up with someone from Alex’s work.”
Lena stares down at her bowl, mourning her appetite that’s vanished. “That’s—that’s nice.” She pokes at the noodles with her chopsticks. “A doctor?”
“RN.” Kara slurps down a mouthful of noodles. It almost feels like a betrayal that the admission doesn’t make Kara queasy. “Her name's Nicole.”
Lena feels something climbing up her throat. Acid reflux. A scream. It’s not like they both haven’t had relationships before. But they’ve never sat down and conversed about it over a shared meal. There’s always been the buffer of time and distance between them for that. The most Lena’s had to confront over the years is the occasional picture on social media. But Kara, for some incredulous reason, has chosen this exact moment to break years of precedent. “And you’re…are you happy?”
Kara’s brow furrows like it’s a question that requires careful consideration. Lena doesn’t know how to feel about that. Her stomach tightens.
“Yeah,” Kara answers hesitantly, “I mean it’s early on, but, yeah.”
Lena forces herself to take another bite, if only to have an excuse not to respond. She chews slowly. Swallows down her pride. Forces a smile. “Then I’m happy for you.”
Is it still a lie if she wants to mean it?
***
They go to brunch with Jack and Sam, which in hindsight was a terrible idea. One, because it’s one of those places that does bottomless mimosas. Two, because it’s Jack and Sam. And they’re adamant on flipping through the rolodex of Lena’s most embarrassing memories from their gradschool days.
“Do you remember the time you got so pissed at the bar and took your shirt off?” Jack is telling stories in a way that Lena finds endearing when it’s not at her expense. With charisma and exaggerated flourish and a champagne glass in hand.
“Shirt and bra,” Sam adds, unhelpfully.
Jack laughs. “And what’d she say when you tried to get her to put it back on?”
“If men don’t have to wear shirts, then I don’t have to wear shirts!” Sam exclaims, in a decidedly terrible impression of drunk Lena.
“A feminist icon,” Jack drawls, raising his glass to Lena. “Really breaking down barriers for women everywhere.”
Kara is delighted by the story, hanging on to every word. “What’d you end up doing?”
“I snagged a fleece vest off of a finance bro and wrestled her into it because it was snowing outside and we still had to walk home,” Sam explains.
“Hoes don’t get cold,” Jack mutters into his glass.
“Right,” Lena finally interjects, cheeks flushed. “As much as I’m loving this trip down memory lane, I’d like to remind you that I have blackmail worthy stories on both of you.”
***
“I like them,” Kara says on the walk back home. Both of them are a little tipsy and their shoulders keep bumping since neither of them can keep in a straight line. “I like that you have people who care about you here.”
Lena likes it too. Sam and Jack were the only thing that got her through that first year of grad school. They filled in the empty spaces of her life so perfectly. But it’s also difficult. Having people in two places that you love is like a never ending game of tug-a-war on your heart.
***
Back in Lena’s condo, it’s just them and the daunting stretch of an empty afternoon. If Lena were sober, or smart, she would’ve suggested they go literally anywhere else. Somewhere where the rest of the world couldn’t fall away like it always did with them. Alone in her space with Kara—who has a girlfriend, she keeps reminding herself—feels like Lena’s very own gauntlet of fire. Because Lena is a little drunk. They both are. It’s hard to moderate when the waitress keeps topping off your glass before you’ve had a chance to finish it. Impossible to know their actual levels of consumption. It’s enough for Lena’s skin to be humming. Her head caught in a pleasantly floaty space. Limbs loose and deliciously heavy. Then there’s Kara beside her, drawing her into her orbit like the sun. Nothing but blinding heat.
“I’ll make us some tea,” Lena blurts. It’s a good excuse to disappear for a bit. To put some space between them. She goes through the motions, filling the kettle, pulling two mugs from the cabinet, loads two infusers with some loose leaf jasmine, and squeezes a generous dollop of honey into Kara’s mug because she knows she likes it sweet.
Back in the living room, Kara’s settled deep into the sofa, lazily scrolling through whatever streaming service she’s stumbled her way into. Lena places the steaming mugs on the coffee table. Internally she’s smacking herself on the forehead for prepping a hot drink that she has to wait to cool before she can busy her mouth with it. A foolish oversight on her part. Now she has to sit here in a thick blanket of silence that itches against her skin.
“Watch anything good recently?” Kara asks.
Lena rolls her head to the side. Kara’s still scrolling, eyelids so heavy that her long lashes nearly kiss her cheeks. Her lips are full, a little dry from the cold weather. Kara must feel her gaze, because she turns and she’s closer than Lena initially registered. A severe miscalculation. Her depth perception impaired by her intoxication. At least that’s what she tells herself. Their eyes catch, two magnets finding each other. Lena’s swimming in a sea of blue, or maybe the room is just starting to spin. She feels flushed all over. When Kara licks her lips, Lena’s eyes trace the motion. There are two halves to Lena’s brain—the rational half and the caveman half— and they’re having an all out cage fight. Unfortunately for the former, it’s getting absolutely pommeled to a pulp, and Lena is a biased referee. Lena doesn’t stop. Just keeps leaning into Kara’s space and over that line they drew in the sand without every really talking about it and—
Kara’s phone rings. It makes them both jump. Kara cycles through phases of confusion, clarity, then hesitation as she stares down at the caller ID. For a moment Lena thinks she’s going to send it to voicemail. That, maybe, just this once when they reach that fork in the road, they’ll go left instead of right. Then at the last minute she answers.
“Hey, Nicole.”
Lena’s brain takes an emotional cold plunge and resurfaces painfully alert and sober.
“Yeah, I just got back to my room. Yeah, of course I’ve got time.” Kara throws Lena an apologetic look and then stands, if a little unsteady, to scurry off to the guest bedroom. “How was your shift?”
Lena tries to keep herself busy but there’s only so much to distract herself with. She tidies up around the apartment, starts a load of laundry, lights a candle to mask the smell of her shame and desperation. When she runs out of practical things to do she drifts back into the living room, eyes immediately zeroing in on the two full mugs of tea gone cold. Something thick tries to claw its way free from her throat as she pours them into the sink, watching the liquid slowly disappear down the drain.
When Kara finally emerges two hours later, she’s changed into a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt. She looks soft and sleepy. Her hair is a little mussed and there are pink lines pressed into her cheeks. Must’ve taken a power nap after wrapping up her phone call. She smiles at Lena, slow and sheepish. “Figured we’d stay in tonight.”
Lena swallows thickly. “Sure. I can make us something?”
Kara smiles. “Only if I can help.”
“Says the woman who can barely boil a pot of water,” Lena teases.
“Hey! That was college, okay? A lot has changed since then.” Kara means it lightheartedly, but it claps like thunder between Lena’s ears.
They work side by side. Lena does the actual cooking while delegating simpler tasks like detailing the shrimp and chopping the mushrooms to Kara. She stirs the orzo, happy to keep her hands busy and letting the heat of the stove distract her from the what ifs rolling around in her brain like loose marbles.
They have dinner at the dining table, which Lena can count on one hand how many times she’s used since moving in. She normally takes her dinner on the sofa but it seemed like a responsible choice to have a table between them. That is until they’re seated at said table with their nicely plated meal, color draining from the sky casting a soft glow in the apartment, and the candle she lit earlier flickering beside them. Lena can’t help but think the universe has pulled a fast one on her.
Kara moans loudly when her lips wrapped around her first bite. “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
Lena allows herself to be flattered by the complement. Even if she only half believes it, not because she questions Kara’s sincerity, but because the woman eats so much food she doubts she remembers half of it. “Thank you,” Lena mumbles anyway.
They both leave their glass of wine untouched still coming down from day drinking, or maybe for some other quieter reason neither of them will say. “Your flight’s at ten AM?”
Kara nods, swallowing down another bite.
“The flight back is always longer,” Lena says for the sake of saying something. “Tell Alex hi for me when she picks you up?”
Kara wipes at her mouth with the side of her hand. “Oh, Nicole is actually picking me up.”
Ah, right. Nicole. The thorn on the rose Lena keeps pricking her finger on. But that’s not really fair is it? Lena’s not sure what’s fair between them. Lena would have to know what game they’ve been playing at all this time in order to know what the rules are.
“But we’re having dinner with Alex and Kelly tomorrow night, so I’ll pass the message along.”
Lena wonders if Kara knows her words are a knife the way she says it so carefully like it makes a difference how gently they slip through Lena’s ribs before piercing her heart.
***
After dinner they wind up on the dreaded couch again, both seemingly reluctant to be trapped by it once more. Lena puts on some sitcom that she knows they won’t pay attention to and, after they politely endure one or two episodes, they can part ways into their separate bedrooms.
“This was fun,” Kara comments offhandedly.
Lena wants to laugh. Disney World is fun, a trip to Cape Cod is fun, but this—this weekend with Kara—has felt like an act of cruelty. Lena can’t remember why she agreed to it before. Why she thought she’d come out of it unscathed. Why she’s put her hands on a burning hot stove and now has the nerve to be shocked when they come away burned.
“It was.”
“It was good seeing you here. Seeing your life here.” Kara drifts for a moment, eyes going somewhere far away. Lena wonders what Kara’s seeing. If she’s trying to fit herself into the shape Lena’s life has twisted into. What it would look like if she were a main character in it and not a one-off guest appearance. Lena’s imagined it more than she’d care to admit. Kara blinks. Her gaze focuses on Lena again. “I’m turning in for the night. I’ve got a bit of a headache and I still need to finish packing.”
“Of course.” Lena can’t deny that she feels a little relieved they’re time is coming to a close.
***
Later in her bedroom she hears Kara puttering around in the guest bedroom. The door opens. The hall light flickers on. The pitter patter of barefeet down the hall. The sink in the bathroom starts running, an electric toothbrush hums. Then it’s deadly quiet again. Those footsteps carefully make their way back down the hall as if not to be heard. But instead of stopping where they should, they get closer, until they’re slicing shadows through the light spilling under Lena’s door. Her heart thunders in her chest. Her hands fist against her comforter. The silence becomes a blaring siren. The walls vibrating. Lena has a ridiculous urge to hide underneath her bed. But then the footsteps get further away again. The hall light flicks off. The guest bedroom door closes with a sense of finality. Lena’s not sure how long she stares up at her ceiling before falling asleep.
***
When Lena wakes in the morning, Kara’s already gone. She leaves a handwritten note on the coffee table explaining that she wanted to get to the airport early and didn’t want to disturb Lena. Lena looks around her empty apartment, which suddenly feels haunted, with the spirits of almost wandering up and down the hall. That night, when Lena lies down in her bed, she swears she hears footsteps outside her door.
“I didn’t realize all of this was public,” Lena says, making eye-contact with Winn over her laptop. He whistles innocently and busies himself with his own computer. Kara had brought him up that morning, after Lena had suggested pooling their information about Roulette. She hadn’t realized that would involve inviting a fidgety little man to take up residence on her white couch.
Kara laughs anxiously, “Winn’s very good at digging stuff up. You know, nothing’s ever really disappeared online when he’s around.”
Lena raises an eyebrow.
Kara smiles. She’s not really trying to keep Winn’s methods a secret— or at least, Lena hopes she’s not, she’s doing an impressively bad job— but Lena appreciates Kara’s effort to prevent Lena from abetting a felony. Even if she does need to teach Kara to lie a bit better. Winn at least keeps his mouth shut when he can’t think of a good excuse. Kara seems allergic to silence.
“He’s like a gold sifter for the internet,” Kara adds helpfully. “Just instead of gold he finds bank statements. You know.”
Lena grimaces, but can’t help a slight fondness as she looks over at Kara, who has just clapped Winn on the back a touch too hard. She pulls her hands back, wincing apologetically as Winn rubs his shoulder. An oily unease slides over Lena’s joy, spoiling it’s clean surface.
Kara’s healed well. The swelling of her nose has gone down. The skin isn’t even red. Kara’s arm is also back to full function today. “I told you it was just a strain,” Kara had said, triumph in her voice. And maybe it was. Maybe Lena had overestimated Kara’s injuries: allowed herself to be so taken in by the sight of Kara’s pain that she’d panicked, assumed her injuries worse than they really were. Except… Except Lena has taken her fair share of punches over the years, and she had seen the punch Kara took at Roulette’s club. She’d seen the blood drenching the front of Kara’s dress. Roulette’s guards were hired killers. Why would they pull their punches? How is it that Kara is here, smiling at Lena without a shadow of a bruise?
An image keeps floating, unbidden, to the front of Lena’s mind. Not Kara doubling over as Roulette’s lackey’s fist met her face or her swallow as a pistol pressed into her temple, although Lena knows both of those will haunt her sleep for years to come. No, what she sees, like a twisted, out-of-focus overlay over Kara’s face every time she looks at her, is the look in Kara’s eyes, Roulette’s cattle-prod tilting up her bloodied chin. Hatred. A hatred Lena had not recognized. One she’s not sure she wants to.
Kara’s hand settles gently on Lena’s shoulder as she steps up to look at the computer on Lena’s desk, and Lena is pulled into it as though Kara’s a magnet strapped between her fingers. Kara refills Lena’s water cup absentmindedly, a motion so practiced, she doesn’t even look to see how full the cup is. Her brow crinkles lightly in rapt focus as she looks down at Lena’s screen, chewing the her lip, and her thumb brushes over the edge of Lena’s collarbone without any real intentionality. In fact, she hardly seems to know she’s doing it at all. Lena takes a breath and tries to focus on the numbers in front of her. She’s overthinking this. Her hobby of probing through Kara’s personal life is making her paranoid. She needs to delete that ridiculous file. Kara is her employee. Kara is her friend. The only friend she’s managed to keep after Lex’s ...escapades? Experiment in human cruelty? It’s wrong. Invasive. Borderline stalking. If Lena proves she can be trusted to help solve the Roulette problem, maybe Kara will trust her with whatever is going on outside of work. But what she’s doing right now isn’t helping get Kara into the office: it’s making Lena jump at shadows. She’s beginning to sound like Lex— dropping accusations at every strange coincidence. To Roulette’s guards, Kara was a no-name unarmed woman with no real ability to defend herself. No offense intended for Kara, but they wouldn’t have needed to hit her that hard to make a point. And if Kara twisted her arm falling during the Earthquake, she would not have been the only such case in National City. There’s nothing abnormal in any of that. In fact, it’s all rather aggressively normal. Lena has more pressing things to worry about than why her assistant does or does not have a black eye. Like, for instance, how her brother keeps recruiting assassins from a maximum security cell. And rescuing not-so-little green men from Mars.
Both of them, Kara had insisted. Lena’s reminder that Miss Martian had beaten an escaping alien into the concrete of Roulette’s club and might try to stop them, too, if they involved her in their plans is steadfastly ignored. Even if the other Martian was the reason J’onn had been taken, Kara says, that doesn’t mean she isn’t also a victim. Victims can also be perpetrators, Lena says. Kara pretends not to hear her and buries her nose in Winn’s records.
The records themselves are useful, if incomplete. Roulette keeps almost as many offshore accounts as Lex and a similar network of shell companies. There are dozens of mystery recurring payments to sort through, just as often paid out to other shell networks. Each careful lead they follow ends in the same dead end trail of endless laundering. On top of that, they have no way to determine how many of Roulette’s dealings are carried out in cash.
“She has to have her own books somewhere,” Kara says, as they hit another dead-end trail of disappearing bank statements. “These are good enough for the IRS, but if she’s running an entire underground gambling network, she’ll need a full, clear list of all of her incoming and outgoing payments— not to mention loans.”
“She’d never risk putting that on a server accessible from the internet,” Winn says. “Even corporate servers aren’t completely secure.” He pauses for a moment. “You said she had a computer set up at the club, right?”
“Yeah,” Kara says. “It was pretty small. No cameras. Only one monitor, a big PC, and a couple of those mini hard drives.” Kara holds up her hands into a rectangle a little longer that a phone.
“Her system is all mobile,” Winn muses. “If we could get into one of those drives, and copy the data…” He looks down at his computer, seemingly lost in thought. “If she carries those with her, she might bring them home. What if… Do you think you could get a thumb-drive into her apartment? Like we did with Masterson’s office?”
Lena turns her head slowly to stare at Kara. Kara eyes are wide. Lena catches the tail end of Kara furiously gesturing at Winn to shut up before she jerks her hand down and grins innocently at Lena. Winn looks up… and promptly goes grey as he remembers that the two of them are not alone.
“Like what in Masterson’s office?” Lena asks, eyes narrow.
“It’s nothing!” Kara announces squeakily. “It’s just a small issue we had a few weeks ago. Don’t worry about it.”
Bill Masterson was a member of the board. A few weeks ago, he’d been making ostentatious threats to Lena about caving to his more laughable demands, or he would oust her from the company. He wasn’t a man to make empty threats. Lena, however, had never learned exactly what leverage he thought he’d had to force her into compliance, because shortly after, his habit of paying for call girls through the company card had become public, and he’d stepped down from his position.
Lena looks up at Kara. She should feel alarmed. Instead, a shameful flush creeps into her cheeks. “Kara,” Lena asks, coyly. A bead of sweat forms at the edge of Kara’s hair. “How exactly did Bill’s wife find out about the motel?”
Winn is a picture of frozen horror on the couch. Kara adjusts her glasses.
“Well,” she says, swallowing, “I… overheard him talking to some of the other board members after a meeting.” Lena gives her a look. Kara throws up her hands. “No, really! I didn’t mean to listen in, but I heard your name— or, well, he called you some other things—” Kara scowls. “—really gross, mean things. He was such a jerk, I really don’t get why your brother—”
“Kara.”
Kara snaps back to herself. “Sorry. Well, he said something about finally getting the dirt he needed on you to force you out, so… I did some digging.”
“And that involved breaking into his office?
“Breaking in.” Kara says with a nervous laugh. “That’s so… I didn’t break anything. I just walked. Quietly.” Kara squirms under Lena’s gaze. “And I’m glad I did,” Kara says, gathering her confidence as she goes, “Because he had a whole bunch of very private stuff that I don’t think he got legally!” Lena chooses not to point out the hypocrisy in Kara’s affront at his ‘illegally obtained’ information.
“What kind of ‘private stuff’?” Lena asks.
Kara suddenly becomes very interested in the gray carpet. When Lena looks over at Winn, he’s leaned back into her couch as though trying to sink through it.
“It was, um.” Kara swallows. “Some personal photographs.” Lena raises her eyebrows, gesturing her to go on. Personal photos? “With Andrea.”
Oh. Those personal photographs.
Lena takes a sip of water. “And you …recovered… these photographs?” She asks, trying not to look at either of them. Maybe she hadn’t opened them. Maybe there had just been a file name that made the contents obvious.
“I put a thumb-drive on his computer that gave Winn remote access.” Lena looks over at Winn. He’s staring at the ceiling. He might be praying. “We deleted them as soon as we realized what they were,” Kara continues, “and while we were checking to make sure he hadn’t sent them to anybody we found some emails about the motel he was visiting.”
It’s really not the worst thing that could have happened. Honestly, Lena is a little insulted. Had Masterson really thought a couple racy photographs would drive her to abandon the company? Worse things have already been splashed across every tabloid in the country since the day she turned 18. She’s going to have to hunt down Andrea. Those photos were supposedly deleted after they’d parted ways. Objectively speaking, this was the best outcome— better Kara than any other member of her staff or the press. Still, Lena would rather it had been someone else.
Anyone else.
“How did you get into his office?” Lena asks.
Kara looks away from the carpet with obvious relief. “People don’t pay attention to secretaries. I just walked in and pretended to be delivering papers.”
Lena gives her a look. Really. Kara just walked in to the office of one of National City’s richest men and nobody asked her anything?
Kara hesitates. “I may have broken one lock. But that’s all! I didn’t technically break in anywhere. What’s one lock?”
Lena refrains from telling Kara that that’s exactly what breaking in is.
“You really have been holding out on me.” Lena says, “Who would have thought, Kara Danvers corporate-espionage extraordinaire.”
Kara laughs. “I’m not— extraordinaire.” She says, fiddling with her glasses. “Extraordinaire at dropping things maybe. Burning cakes.”
“You don’t have any sealed records I need to worry about, do you?” Lena asks. She joking. Mostly. It is better to be ahead of any potential scandals.
Winn cackles. Kara turns and looks at Lena with an expression of such genuine and deep offense, Lena actually believes her.
“As much as I enjoy the image of you creeping around Roulette’s apartment in a domino mask and stripes—” An image floats to the front of her mind of Kara repelling from the ceiling in a black cat suit. “—I doubt you’ll go unnoticed twice.” Nor would she be spared twice, if caught.
Lena looks back down at the records. If nothing else, they’ve acquired the raw data to cripple several of Roulette’s money laundering schemes. If they could bring this information to the police. Or get the police to care, as Kara so bitterly adds.
“We don’t necessarily need the police,” Lena thinks aloud, keying through the files. “With what we have here, we can start interfering below the board. Some light pressure on a few of her business partners might make them anxious enough to reduce their involvement. And even if the police won’t touch Roulette, I doubt she has the means or network to block every IRS investigation into each of these companies. Do that, and we can completely restrict her ability to funnel funds— at least along these networks.”
Kara shakes her head. “And then she’ll just restart somewhere else. Nothing will change.”
“Not necessarily. Restarting takes time and money. Her business thrives on reputation. If you prove she’s an unreliable investment, her usual partners won’t be interested in helping her rebuild.”
“Once we have J’onn,” Kara says, “We can work on getting the police. If we make a big enough scene, they’ll have to do something.”
And that is its own problem. Kara is laser-focused, a trait Lena normally admires. It is, after all, how Kara has managed to keep Lena’s overflowing schedule in one piece while dodging various assassination attempts and over-ambitious paparazzi. But today, Kara’s single-minded determination is as dangerous as it is noble. No matter what Lena says, Kara refuses to acknowledge the plain fact that if Roulette is not dealt with simultaneously or before they snatch her prize catch out from under her fingers, they will all suffer the consequences. Worse, what Lena had not realized in that conversation in the alley was that Kara’s reticence toward police interference includes the other alien gladiators. No police until every single one of them was free and/or had fled of their own will. Lena reminded her again that most of those aliens were fighting of their own perfectly free will and that at least of few of them might take issue with Kara depriving them of their primary source of income. She might as well be strike up a debate with her desk. It’s pointless to keep trying, at least right now, and so Lena has allowed the subject to drop, replaced by the admittedly more pressing concern of finding out where these aliens even are. But Lena knows this temporary peace is not going to last— she just needs to find a way to drill some common sense into Kara before it resumes in earnest.
Kara sniffs irritably and continues glaring down at her stack of freshly printed bank statements, as though if she stares long enough they’ll turn into a bat she can beat Roulette with. Even if Kara isn’t quite on board with her idea, Lena spots Winn making a list of the most active accounts, probably preparing for more ‘data gathering’. He’s skilled, Lena will admit. Her primary field might be engineering, but she’s spent enough time as an unwelcome guest in other people’s computers to know that he’s being severely underutilized in her lab.
“What kind of power system would they need for the arena?” Kara asks, still squinting down at her papers. “If it was meant to keep in aliens, the voltage would have to be pretty high, right?”
“Maybe,” Winn says, frowning, “but maybe not. The only alien I know of with any electricity resistance is Supergirl, and she’s…” Winn’s face has turned slightly wistful. “…sort of an outlier in every way.” Is there a blonde woman in this city Winn isn’t in love with?
“I don’t know much about Martians,” Kara says, chewing her lip, “but Draaga definitely needs some high-tech security.”
Lena grimaces, recalling the gray giant with his massive spiked spaulders. Yes, she would agree with that assessment. Even if Draaga didn’t need to be held prisoner, he might need encouragement to keep his fights in the ring. “From what I saw,” Lena says, “the cage required significant power. It’s how I was able to short it so easily. Any location she’s running the matches from will need a durable connection to the city power grid, which…” A thought crosses Lena’s mind. “…which we could track.”
Winn is already typing. “I can set up an alert to ping us with any power drains over a certain threshold. It won’t give us much heads-up if the club reopens—”
“—But it’s more than nothing,” Kara says, a smile spreading across her face. She hesitates. “But what if she’s using her own generators? Is that even possible?”
“Theoretically,” Lena says. “But they’d have to be massive. Her operation survives because of its mobility. I don’t see her sacrificing that for a minor improvement in power output.”
Kara nods to herself, then starts pulling out individual sheets from her stack. “Then while we’re waiting for Winn’s alert, we can start sorting through her known rental properties
The place she’s keeping her prisoners would need a similar set-up, right? We can go through the properties we know about an eliminate the ones without enough space or electricity.”
She begins organizing the papers on Lena’s coffee table, and soon after Lena joins in. Each of them adds their own metrics after the initial eliminations. Winn sets aside properties that are pulling large amounts of power from the city. Lena marks a few locations that a quiet, slippery sort of voice that sounds alarmingly like Lex whispers advice in her ear about corrupt police and ease of deniability and a few that are listed under account numbers that look oddly familiar. Lena supposes the Venn diagram of Luthor family corruption and Roulette’s gambling audience is a circle. Meanwhile, Kara sets aside several locations while rattling off city crime statistics that Lena didn’t know she could repeat of the top of her head.
Kara is just adding another page to the list while saying something about a hostage situation that had occurred there last week when her phone buzzes. She glances down at the screen and bolts upright.
“Winn, open a map to 16th and Landhour!” She barks, crossing the room without waiting for him to agree. Lena stands and moves over to them, looking over Winn’s shoulder as Kara marks places on the map. “Alex texted,” Kara says by way of explanation. “That’s where J’onn disappeared from,” she says, “and these are places aliens have been picked up by— by the cops in the last month.”
The map is thick with dots.
“Busy area,” Lena says.
Winn zooms in. “We’ve got some apartments,” he says, “an old gym, and what looks like a packaging warehouse right next to where he was taken.”
“What do you wanna bet somebody at that warehouse saw something,” Kara asks, with slowly growing smile.
Winn and Lena turn to look at her.
“You realize you’re suggesting walking into a random warehouse not 100 feet from where your friend was kidnapped?” Lena says.
Kara nods. “Mmhmm.”
Well, so long as they’re on the same page.
Kara walks ahead of her up the crunchy gravel walk. She hasn’t bothered to change out of her regular pastel work attire, and nether has Winn. Lena tries not to think about the attention they’re going to receive, marching up to random workers and asking them about Martians. They’ll be lucky if they don’t have the police called on them. Maybe if things start getting heated, Lena can try to play it off as a prank. People still do those right? On TakTik or whatever it’s called?
Kara had blinked and stared at her when Lena had exited the car in her leather jacket and old jeans. Lena’s not sure why— the costume change had been Kara’s idea, after all. According to Kara, all it would take to make National City’s most infamous resident an inconspicuous pedestrian was a t-shirt and sunglasses. She’d also suggested a ponytail. Kara’s face had pinched as she’d taken in Lena’s bottom half. Lena readjusted her jacket and shirt, feeling the cold metal of the pistol against her skin— now hopefully fully hidden from view. Had Kara really expected her to show up to this unarmed?
Winn doesn’t seem to have noticed anything. He’s too busy glancing from side to side, fidgeting with a small toy soldier he apparently keeps in one pocket. It seems Kara is alone in her confidence.
Lena peers at the door to the warehouse as they approach, and resists the urge to tilt up her sunglasses for a better look. They’re so scuffed that they’re difficult to see through, but they’re also the only part of this ‘disguise’ Lena has any hope will work. The parking lot is largely empty— not unusual for 11am on a Saturday. It’s not entirely unlikely that the building is closed. Kara marches right up to the unmarked red-steel door and pushes it open— not bothering to knock. The door slides open easily. Okay. Perhaps they aren’t closed. Kara steps through immediately, and Winn and Lena hurry to catch up.
Kara comes to a hard stop. Winn collides with her back and yelps, looking up at her reproachfully. His eyes fall on the warehouse interior and his mouth drops open.
“Did you know this was here?” He asks Kara in a breathless whisper. Kara shakes her head slowly. Lena steps forward, cautiously poking her head past Kara’s shoulder.
She gasps.
It isn’t a warehouse.
The bar is dimly lit— grimy fluorescents combine with a few neon signs to illuminate the beaten red booths and dusty billiard tables. There’s a stage in the back, and a man in replacing the bulbs in a spot light. Except, well, he isn’t a man. Blue feathers sprout up his bare arms, and his face comes to a hard, sharp point like a beak. When he blinks, he has a double eyelid.
He isn’t the only one.
As she glances across the booths, Lena takes in scales and feathers and skin in a half-dozen colors. A two-foot tall creature with long, knobbly fingers like a tarsier angles a shot with a pool cue. A couple with gray scales sip their drinks with long, tube like tongues. Lena has seen aliens before— obviously she has. Even before Roulette’s club, she had the opportunity. But those opportunities were usually in the midst of assassination attempts or her brother’s murder spree. And those opportunities could be counted on one hand. There are so many here. So many different species— she assumes different species, really it could just be sexual dimorphism. Surely that exists on planets other than Earth. The questions they could answer. This— This might be the most incredible thing Lena has ever seen. And she needs to leave. Right now.
Lena turns to Kara, and Kara is frozen, staring into the bar with her mouth half-open, curiosity and delight and wonder burning in her eyes.
“Kara, I should not be here,” Lena whispers. “I don’t think any of us are supposed to be here.”
Winn shakes himself, and takes a step back. “I think she’s right,” he says, with obvious reluctance. “We should come back later— maybe with someone who can vouch for us?” He says the last part with a meaningful look. How many alien friends does Kara have? Lena needs to ask her about that, later.
The creature has paused at his game, beady, black eyes fixed on them. The feathered stage-tech doesn’t look at them, but his ear-like protrusions swivel in their direction.
“Let’s just ask a few people,” Kara say, dreamily. “Then we can go.”
Kara steps forward.
“Can I help you?”
Lena and Winn jump as a bartender materializes at Kara’s side. She’s short, with almond skin and muscles she flexes subtly as she dries a glass, and she stares at them with undisguised hostility. She looks human enough. Lena knows better than to believe it.
“I’m looking for my friend,” Kara says.
The bartender smiles. It’s anything but friendly. “I don’t think any friends of yours come here. There’s a pub down the street— O’Riley’s. You should check there.”
“Hey, Kara, she might be right,” Winn says shakily, his eyes on the bird-man. He is looking at them now. Lena tries to blend into the wall.
“I think he does,” Kara says, ignoring Winn. “He was looking for more of his people, and then he vanished out of your parking lot.”
The bartender’s lips part in surprise, and then her eyes soften slightly. “Lots of people go missing around here, kid. Most of them aren’t found. You should be more careful where you go poking around,” she glances at Lena, “and who you go poking with.”
Lena swallows, taking another step back. She hits the door.
“I just need to know if anybody saw him,” Kara insists.
“Anybody see anything?” The bartender calls over her shoulder. The patrons busy themselves with their cups and conversations. The bartender shrugs. “You see? Nobody here sees anything. Nobody here hears anything. Now, I can fix you a drink if you’re thirsty, but otherwise…”
The bartender turns back to the tap and Kara catches her arm.
The bar goes silent. What light, polite hum of conversation had persisted after their unwelcome arrival cuts off sharply. Every head turns to look at Kara.
“Maybe we don’t antagonize the staff?” Winn hisses at Kara under his breath at the same time Lena whispers “Careful!”
“His name is J’onn J’onzz,” Kara says. Her voice echoes like a command. She seems suddenly a foot taller. “He is a martian who was taken by Roulette, and I am not leaving until somebody tells me what happened to him.”
The bartender looks down at Kara’s hand, her grip tight enough to leave pale, bloodless marks. Then she looks back at the tables. Her eyes flash a familiar red. The patrons return to their drinks and the hum of conversation resumes.
“Let’s talk outside.”
The door shuts behind them and the bartender turns to face them. Her hands rest uneasily on her hips, occasionally massaging the bones and slipping in and out of her jeans’ pockets as though she can’t quite decide what to do with them.
“I’ve seen you before,” she says to Lena. “At the club last night. There were rumors of a break-in. I didn’t bother checking. I didn’t think anyone was stupid enough.”
It is a mark of Lena’s remarkable self-discipline that she doesn’t turn and stare at Kara and say, yes, Kara, wouldn’t that be a historically short-sighted, borderline suicidal level of reckless poor planning? She contents herself with imagining it instead.
The bartender swivels to look at Kara. “Your idea?”
How did she—
Understanding crashes over Lena like a bucket of ice water.
“You’re Miss Martian,” Kara says. Winn looks at Kara in alarm and then takes a hasty step back, looking at M’gann in a new light.
The bartender wrinkles her nose. “My name is M’gann.” She looks back over at Lena, “And there’s no need to be so disgusted,” she says. “I have manners. I only pry when I have to. Lena Luthor walks into an alien bar, people get concerned.”
“I appreciate the courtesy,” Lena bites out. Another thing to add to her list of things she didn’t realize existed. Shapeshifters, telepaths— how many does she know? How many people wearing masks instead of faces? Digging into her head when she passes them on the street— or in the office. How do you even defend against that? How does it work? Transmission? Some sort of frequency, like a radio? It’s too specific for just sensory input—
“There aren’t that many of us,” M’gann says. “I doubt you’ve met any others.”
Not helpful.
“J’onn found you?” Kara says, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that Miss Martian is flipping through the pages of her thoughts like a public library.
“He did,” M’gann says. “And I’ll give you the same advice I gave him: Stay away. Roulette isn’t somebody you want as an enemy. You’re lucky you’re still alive after what you pulled at the club.”
“And J’onn?” Kara spits. “Is he lucky?”
Regret flashes in M’gann’s eyes. “J’onn is an old soldier,” she says. “He fought with honor. Draaga respected that. His wounds will heal.”
Relief and anger battle across Kara’s face. Her fingers twitch and she balls them into fists. “Where are they keeping him?” She asks in a voice as taut as her grip.
“I don’t know,” M’gann says. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
Kara’s nostrils flare. She steps forward, hissing out a rebuke, and M’gann says, “You’re Alex’s sister, right?”
Kara hesitates, then nods. M’gann’s voice has taken on a gentleness that had been entirely absent before. She looks at Kara softly, curiously, and she says, “he talked about you. Both of you. He told me what your father did for him. He said he swore to protect you as though you were his own daughters.” Lena looks at Kara. She’s deflated a little— trapped between demanding answers and the mention of her foster father. Her dead foster father. What exactly had Jeremiah Danvers done? M’gann’s face hardens with resolve as she finishes, “he wouldn’t want you to die for him.”
The anger returns to Kara in an instant. “Oh, you care about what he wants now?” She asks. “After abandoning him to Roulette?”
“I’m only doing what I have to!” M’gann argues. “If J’onn had stopped asking questions, I wouldn’t have had to intervene.”
“That’s an odd way to say you chose to hand him over,” Lena says.
M’gann whips around— or rather, her form slips, body morphing so that she faces Lena without ever turning. Lena stands her ground. M’gann can read her mind. She can probably feel Lena’s fear. But that means she can also feel Lena’s resolve. It’s not going to be that easy.
“I know this must be hard for someone with a trust fund to understand,” M’gann hisses, “but sometimes survival means doing ugly things. Aliens don’t come to this planet for vacation; they come because they are running from something worse. Even the supers are only here because they have no other a choice.”
“And the refugees you’re kidnapping into Roulette’s fights? Are they not trying to survive?” Lena asks. “Your situation is unfortunate, but it’s a rather pitiful excuse.”
M’gann’s form blurs slightly at the edges, a faint red glow as she snarls, “I tried to warn him! He wouldn’t stay away. I am not destroying our only way out just because he thought he was bigger than the rest of us.”
“They will kill him!” Kara snaps.
“His organization kills us everyday!” M’gann shouts back.
Lena turns to look at Kara. His organization?
“J’onn is trying to fix things,” Kara pleads.
“He’s had ten years to fix thing,” M’gann says. “We’re still dying.”
Lena has the sudden sinking feeling that water she’s jumped into is more of a lake than a pool. Even Winn, hovering silently at the edge, seems to be following the conversation. It’s only Lena left in the dark.
“So you’re going to let the only other Green Martian in the universe die because he hasn’t fixed things fast enough?” Kara asks, with unmistakeable disgust. M’gann flinches. The angry red glow fades and something else replaces it: a pulsing, radiating pain that Lena feels deeper than any human empathy should allow. Kara’s face softens. “You know what he’s up against there,” she says, gently. “You’re the last. He’s made mistakes, I know, but you have a chance. You don’t have to be alone. Are you really going to throw that away for spite?”
M’gann doesn’t look at them. Lena can still feel the echo of her grief— a hole carved out of her chest and filled back in too quickly.
“These people rely on me,” M’gann says, finally. “You saw them in there. Most of them can’t get real jobs. Even if they get work, they’re not paid a fair wage— if they get paid at all.” M’gann’s eyes are on the dirt. Her jaw works as she says, “Money is money. Roulette pays.”
“And what about honor?” Kara asks, taking a hesitant step toward her. She moves so lightly the gravel doesn’t scrape beneath her loafers.
M’gann looks up, and there are ghosts in her eyes. “Honor died in the camps.”
“You can bring it back,” Kara says. “You can start again— light up the path for a better world, show these people there’s hope for something more.”
M’gann huffs humorlessly. “I did my part on Mars. I fought and bled and killed. And none of it mattered. The people of this world are no better.”
“Maybe,” Kara says with a bleak smile, “but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. If nobody takes the first step, we all stay in the dark.”
“You can’t help him. Not alone.”
“I’m not alone,” Kara says.
M’gann blinks back tears and turns toward Kara, her eyes searching. She looks into Kara’s eyes and her face creases with concentration. She’s reading Kara’s mind, Lena realizes. Looking for a lie or a threat or maybe just for some shred of doubt. M’gann huffs as she looks away, her lips pursing in frustration.
“Sometimes, trust is all we have,” Kara says.
M’gann hesitates, her fingers tapping out a rhythm as she thinks.
“Saturday,” she says. “10pm. She’s moved the club out of the city— a farm about 40 minutes out of town. Get him out if you can,” M’gann continues, turning toward the door, “and then, just leave me alone.”
She brushes Winn’s arm as she leaves, eyes flashing briefly red. Winn yelps, jumping as though he’s been given a shock.
“Oh! Oh, that is so cool,” he says, rubbing his temples. “And weird. So weird.”
The door slams behind M’gann, and Kara says, “I think that went pretty well.”
“It would have gone better if she’d given us a name. It’s not going to be easy sorting through every farm within an hour of National City.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Kara says, nodding toward Winn. “You have the address?”
Lena is somehow sent back in time and finds herself on Krypton 30 years before the planet explodes. Kara doesn’t exist yet. Krypton has no idea what’s about to happen to them.
Lena realizes that with her knowledge of what’s to come and intellect to devise a solution, she can do two things. One, she can save an entire species from near extinction. Two, she can save Kara from ever having to experience the pain of losing her family, her home, and being abandoned. Kara could live a happy life and never know the burden of Supergirl or being the last daughter of Krypton.
So instead of trying to find a way back to Earth, back to her own time, she settles into life on Krypton, becomes fluent in Kryptonese, and sets about with a spectacularly single-minded focus of changing the future - to save this dying world (and Kara).
She succeeds…mostly. They can’t fix the damage that’s already been done to the planet. Their sun will die and destroy Krypton still, but with Lena’s help they’re able to locate a barren planet in another system that has a white star. It’s brand new, strong, and will live for untold trillions of years (provided Kryptonians didn’t try to harness its power again).
They terraform the planet and create “New Krypton” using the dome concept that Zor-El invented fused with Coluan bottling technology. All Kryptonians are instantly transported to their new home that’s identical to the old one save for one difference - the white sun grants them god-like powers that are beyond what Lena ever saw Kara and Clark capable of on Earth. Kryptonians are overwhelmed en masse by these powers. Some go power mad and attempt coups and form radical sects. Others realize the gift they’ve been given and, with Lena’s guidance, Kryptonian society develops under a new mission - to travel the galaxy and offer help to all those in need. Not just offering knowledge and technology this time, but themselves with their newfound powers.
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Lena could feel her pulse in her throat. The truth was staring her in the face, sitting across Catco’s expansive office floor behind panes of glass in her office. It was so obvious yet it took this to make her realize.
When she’d first noticed that her best friend had become distant and standoffish, she let it go. She had to
(because any Kara was better then no Kara)
because Lena Luthor didn’t do half measures. She didn’t, couldn’t afford to, have a wide circle of shallow friendships. When she let someone in, she let them all the way in, and Kara Danvers had practically stormed the castle with her lunches and brunches and the way Lena would catch her looking at her.
She’s forced herself to ignore that, especially when Kara turned up dating “Mike”.
You want to talk drama? Lena Luthor has drama. She was in love with her best friend, a straight girl who fell head over heels for the living embodiment of “I can be a better ‘boyfriend’ than him” who also cheated on her with Supergirl, and spearheaded an alien invasion.
That’s leaving out the part where he abducted Lena to breed her and apparently let his mom watch.
(It turns like out that being abducted for breeding with an alien fuckboi isn’t as fun as those books make it out to be)
So yeah… Kara needed space.
Then something odd happened.
Kara began doing her job. She was in her office most days. The bizarre excuses stopped. The mysterious absences tapered off. She was becoming a dedicated and seriously employee. She was no longer taking advantage of Lena’s frankly rather obvious crush.
Something odd happened at the same time. Supergirl wasn’t as visible anymore. Her cousin was randomly showing up in her town and when she was out and about, he was always with her. Lena took interest and noticed something. Supergirl wasn’t fighting as hard. She was almost hiding behind Superman sometimes, and that was the most odd thing.
Then she came to Lena’s balcony one night and Lena saw through it immediately.
It wasn’t her. It was the Martian, pretending.
Oh, “she” had the looks. The lean muscles and big veiny hands, the soft, almost innocent sky blue eyes and tumbling locks of unbound honey blonde hair and broad shoulders, the ripped abs and rock hard butt under that skirt and a throat begging for soft kisses and little nips and nibbles, and… it looked like her but she was all wrong. The bravado and sadness were gone, and “Supergirl” didn’t look at Lena the way she always did. Her eyes didn’t sweep Lena’s body and noticeably linger on her chest for a moment before a subtle blush turned her cheeks pink.
Lena wasn’t even wearing a bra and Supergirl didn’t notice!
Finally Lena put two and two together when Kara showed up at work, glum as ever and wearing a baggy blouse. It didn’t matter.
She couldn’t hide the bump.
Two things happened at once; Lena thought “oh God she has no one to take care of her” and “oh God Supergirl disappeared because Kara is Supergirl and Kara is pregnant.
Before she knew what she was doing she was half running to Kara’s office. Once she was inside she closed the door and flipped the switch that turned the glass walls opaque for privacy, which Kara never used.
Lena pulled over a side chair and sat down. Kara stared at her with alarm, wringing her hands. Lena gently took them in hers. Unprompted, Kara began to cry silently. Lena waited. She looked small and waifish, and somehow unkempt. Her hair needed a wash, she wore no makeup, and even her outfit seemed careless.
“It’s his, isn’t it?”
Kara nodded.
Lena licked her lips.
“Has it made you lose your powers?”
Kara looked up sharply. Lena squeezed her hands hard.
“It’s okay. I’m not angry with you.”
“I feel so stupid,” Kara choked out. “He lied to me and tricked me. I wouldn’t have let this happen if I’d known he and his mother wanted both of us to be his… his brood mares. I feel like such an idiot.”
Lena looked around, found a box of Kleenex, and wiped the tears gently away. Kara leaned into her.
“You’re really not mad at me?”
Lena shook her head. “Of course not, Darling. We all have our secrets.” She licked her dry lips.
Secrets like silently longing for your best friend, yearning for her touch, daydreaming silly domestic scenarios and exhausting herself at night on fantasies about Kara coming undone beneath her…
“How can I help you, Kara? What can I do?”
Kara nuzzled into Lena’s neck.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just don’t leave.”
“I would never.”
Kara breathed a sigh of relief.
It hit Lena all at once. The memory came back to her. A movie night, she’d been invited by Kara to join her sister and friends. Someone picked the first Star Wars movie and she saw Kara tense. When the Death Star was about to blow up the planet Alderaan, Kara suddenly had to use the bathroom and looked shaken behind a false smile when she came back.
“Mike” had been too busy checking out Alex and staring at Lena’s tits to notice.
When the gathering broke up and he smacked Kara on the was a surge of jealousy and possessive rage made her wish for a Lexosuit.
She couldn’t help but hold Kara tighter. She’d been through so much, lost so much.
“I want to take care of you.”
Lena knew what she was doing to herself. She would wreck herself on the rocky shores of Kara’s heterosexuality and she’d do it gladly.
She told herself that.
Lena Luthor had a pattern recognition problem, believe it or not.
It would take her a while to realize why Supergirl looked at her like that…
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Mon-El (Supergirl TV 2015)
Additional Tags: Past Kara Danvers/Mon-El, Trauma Recovery, Suicidal Thoughts, Therapy, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering
Summary:
Follows canon early Season 3 but goes off script for Supercorp changes.
Kara is working through her insecurities.
Angst and smut ensues.
There is a mention of suicidal thoughts, but nothing in detail.
Just a little something to wrap up femslash february😉
Kara plays the part well.
She smiles at the right moments, lets herself be pulled into tight embraces, laughs in the way she’s supposed to. She tells Alex she’s fine, tells J’onn she’s okay, tells Nia she’s happy to be home.
And they believe her.
They want–need–to believe her.
Lena is the only one who doesn’t.
She sees the way Kara’s fingers twitch at her sides when she thinks no one is looking. The way her eyes keep darting to the shadows, searching, flickering, doubtful. The way she smiles but it never reaches her eyes.
She sees it all.
And it terrifies her.
So she stays quiet. Watches. Waits.
And when Alex finally pulls Kara away, murmuring something about rest, about taking it easy, Lena lets her go.
Because she knows.
Knows that Kara is going to break.
And when she does—
Lena will be there.
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It’s late when she goes to Kara’s apartment.
She hesitates for only a second before she knocks.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then—soft footsteps, a slow turning of the knob.
And then Kara is standing there.
Her hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends, like she’s just showered. She’s in sweatpants and a hoodie—one that looks too big, swallowing her whole.
Lena’s chest aches.
Kara’s face is blank. Her eyes unreadable.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she says, but there’s no weight to it.
Lena ignores it. “Can I come in?”
A pause.
Then, finally—Kara steps back.
Lena steps inside.
The apartment is dark, save for the moonlight spilling through the windows.
Everything is where Kara left it. A sweater draped over the couch. A book left open on the coffee table. A mug resting beside the sink.
It looks the same.
But it feels wrong.
Empty.
Like a place abandoned.
Kara stands in the middle of it, arms wrapped around herself, as if bracing for something unseen.
Lena watches her for a long moment.
Then, softly— “Kara.”
Kara’s breath hitches.
She shakes her head. “Don’t.”
“Kara—”
“Don’t.”
Lena stills.
And then—Kara laughs.
But it’s hollow, sharp, wrong.
“You know what’s funny?” she says, voice thick. “I thought coming back would feel good.”
Lena doesn’t move.
“I thought—” Kara lets out a breath, shaky, uneven. “I thought I’d open my eyes and I’d just be me again.” A pause. “But I don’t—I don’t feel like me.”
Lena steps closer. “You are you.”
Kara shakes her head, fast, desperate. “I don’t—I don’t know how to be. I feel like—” She swallows, voice breaking. “Like I left parts of myself back there.”
Lena’s throat tightens.
Kara lets out a short, sharp breath, pressing her hands against her temples, frustrated. “I don’t—I don’t even know if this is real.” Her voice cracks on the last word.
Lena’s heart shatters.
She closes the space between them, hands reaching out—but Kara flinches.
Lena stops instantly.
Kara looks at her with something frantic in her eyes. Something terrified.
“What if this isn’t real?” she chokes. “What if this is just—just another trick? What if I wake up and I’m still there?”
Lena’s vision blurs.
She needs Kara to know.
So she reaches again—slowly this time—hands ghosting over Kara’s arms, waiting, waiting.
“Kara—”
Kara sways toward her.
And then she falls.
Into Lena’s arms. Into warmth. Into something solid, real, safe.
A broken, gasping sob tears from Kara’s throat, her fingers curling tight into Lena’s sweater, clinging.
And Lena—Lena holds her.
One hand in golden hair, the other rubbing slow, steady circles on her back. “I’ve got you, darling. I’ve got you.”
Kara shakes.
Her breath is sharp, uneven, frantic.
Lena presses a kiss to her temple, then another, whispering, You’re here. You’re safe. This is real. I am real.
Slowly—so, so slowly—Kara’s breathing evens out.
Not steady. Not even.
But better.
And then, after a long moment—
“Stay?”
The word is small.
So small Lena almost doesn’t hear it.
But when she looks down, Kara’s blue, blue eyes are pleading.
“Of course,” Lena breathes.
Kara swallows. “Will you—” A pause. A breath. “Will you hold me?”
Lena softens.
“Oh, darling.”
She presses another kiss to Kara’s temple, so, so gentle.
“Of course I will.”
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They lie together in Kara’s bed, tangled close.
Kara is pressed against Lena, her face tucked into the curve of Lena’s neck, their legs entwined, bodies blurred together until neither of them is sure where one begins and the other ends.
Lena runs her fingers through golden hair, slow and steady, grounding them both.
It’s quiet.
Kara’s breath is warm against her collarbone.
For the first time in months, she feels warm.
Safe.
Real.
And then—
Kara shifts.
Sits up slightly, leaning on one elbow, looking at Lena.
Moonlight catches in her eyes, turning them into deep, endless pools of sapphire, glistening with unshed tears. Tiny reflections scattering across her lashes, fragile and shimmering—like distant stars trembling on the verge of falling, like the universe itself is holding its sorrow within her gaze.
Lena reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What is it, darling?”
Kara hesitates.
Then, barely above a whisper—
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
Lena’s heart aches.
She reaches for Kara’s hand, intertwining their fingers, squeezing gently. “But you did.”
Kara’s breath hitches.
She swallows hard, gaze flickering over Lena’s face, searching, memorizing.
Like she’s afraid this moment will slip away.
Lena brings their joined hands up, presses a kiss to Kara’s knuckles.
Kara swallows again. Then—soft, hesitant—
“I thought I’d never get the chance to—”
She stops.
Bites her lip, breath uneven, scared.
Lena’s thumb strokes gently over her hand. “The chance to what?”
Kara’s eyes shimmer.
She exhales sharply, blinking fast, lips trembling—
And then, in a voice so small, so fragile—
“To tell you I love you.”
Lena’s breath catches.
Kara looks like she might break apart, eyes darting down like she regrets saying it.
But Lena won’t let her.
She reaches up, cradling Kara’s face, guiding her gaze back.
A soft, trembling smile.
“I love you too.”
Kara shudders.
A tear slips down her cheek.
Lena catches it with her thumb, brushing it away as gently as possible.
And then Kara is leaning in.
Slow, hesitant, searching—
And Lena meets her halfway.
The kiss is soft at first. Just a press of lips, just a breath shared, just confirmation.
But then Kara makes a small, aching sound—a sound like relief, like hope, like something that has been waiting to be felt again—
And Lena deepens it.
Kara’s hands find her, fingertips brushing over Lena’s jaw, holding her close.
Lena sighs into her mouth, fingers threading into golden hair, pulling her in.
And Kara—
Kara lets herself feel it.
Lets herself fall into warmth.
Into love.
Into something real.
And when they finally break apart, Kara presses her forehead against Lena’s, breath still uneven, fingers still curled tight into her sweater.
And Lena just holds her.
Lets herself be held.
Lets herself fall.
Kara exhales, slow and shaky.
And then Lena is pulling her down, arms wrapping tight around her, whispering it again and again—
“I love you, baby. I love you so so much.”
And as Kara buries herself into Lena’s warmth, breath hitching, fingers gripping tight—
Kara:(angry) I don't like her ok. I don't care how successful or pretty she is, you shouldn't be going out with her.
Lena:(confused) what is this about?
Kara:(tears forming in her eyes) it's about your choices. They are not good ones.
Lena:(expressions hardening) what do you know about my choices? I am not going on a date with Ava. She's just a good friend and I don't believe it would have been an issue if I was going.
Kara:(shouting) of course it would have been an issue, you are married to me. I am your wife, no one can come close to you except me. (Realising what she said while Lena is stunned)
Lena: Wh.. what, what do you mean?
Kara:(trying to leave) I..I need to g..go.
Lena:(stopping her immediately by holding Kara's wrist)what do you mean married?
Kara not looking at her while Lena squeezes her wrist and pulls her closer
Lena: I asked you something, KARA.
Kara: the bracelet you gave me on my birthday, put on my wrist. That means marriage as a Kryptonian, Lena. We don't use rings. I know you didn't knew but .....
Lena:(pulling away)I forced that on you
Kara:(cupping her cheeks)Zhao, not your fault. I should have stopped you but my biggest wish was becoming reality Infront of me, so I didn't. Now I am trapping you.
Lena: wish? Kara, do you love......me?
Kara:(smiling sadly)more than anything.
Lena:(pulling Kara into her arms)we have been married?(Kara nodding in her neck), for a month?(Kara nods)and you don't have any issue with it?(Kara shaking her head) You are my wife, mine?(Kara nods)
Lena: Alex is right, we are dumb.(Pulling away to kiss Kara)
Lena:(breaking the kiss, making Kara whimper) Fuck you are mine.(Kara blushes)
Kara:(hiding in Lena's neck to whisper) there are other things too, I need to give you a bracelet as well and then.....
Lena:(pulling the back of Kara's head by her hair to make her look) Then what love?
Kara:(surpressing a moan at her actions) con.... Consummate this marriage.
Lena:(pulling her into another kiss by her waist) give me my bracelet and leave the consummation to me. I NEED to make you mine, we will also have another ceremony for everyone. Is this ok baby? (Kara nods against her lips and smiles shyly)
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Even before Lena opens her eyes, her mind registers just how warm she is. Lena blinks her eyes open, adjusting to the dim light of the room.
She knows she shouldn’t let herself get used to this, but who is she kidding, she spends more nights at Kara’s than she does her own now.
There’s always an excuse, like it’s getting late, or Kara’s apartment is closer to Lena’s work, or they’re getting breakfast together in the morning so Lena should just stay the night.
Lena never refuses, just follows Kara into her bedroom, where a drawer full of Lena’s clothes have accumulated, where she has space in the closet and a toothbrush in the bathroom.
Lena always tries to remind herself that they’re just friends, but the lines have been blurring more and more lately and Lena doesn’t have the strength to stop it.
Kara’s close, their legs tangled together in sleep. Lena doesn’t move, doesn’t want Kara to stir, not while she looks so peaceful in sleep.
Lena’s eyes travel over Kara’s face, slack with sleep. Right now, she’s not the award-winning journalist, she’s not the hero that has the weight of the world on her shoulders, she’s just Kara.
A Kara that not many people get to see, a Kara that Lena knows she is lucky to have in her life.
From this close, even in the dim light, Lena can see the freckles scattered across Kara’s cheeks and the little scar on her forehead.
Lena lets herself have this moment, lets herself look, lets herself enjoy the warmth of Kara next to her and pretend that this is something she gets to keep forever.
She’s so distracted by her own thoughts, she doesn’t notice the change in Kara’s breathing, doesn’t notice that she’s awake until it’s too late.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
Lena’s cheeks heat as blue eyes open to meet hers, striking even when she still looks half asleep.
“No.”
Kara’s mouth ticks up. “Liar. It’s okay,” Kara continues. “I’ve definitely watched you sleep before so we’re even.”
Lena bites her lip as she tries not to smile, and she doesn’t miss the way Kara’s eyes glance down.
“Are we talking watching me sleep Edward Cullen style where you sneak into my room and watch me sleep, or…?” Lena asks, struggling to keep a straight face as she does.
Kara huffs out a laugh. “I never should have shown you those movies. And no, I’ve never snuck into your room to watch you sleep.”
“Noted.”
Kara gives her a little shove, more awake now. It makes Lena acutely aware of just how close they are, but Lena can’t bring it in herself to move.
Kara looks so soft in the morning light, and Lena wants nothing more than to snuggle closer, to wrap her arms around Kara, bury herself in Kara’s warmth and never let go.
“Did you sleep okay?” Kara asks after a long moment, eyes still crinkled with sleep.
“I did,” Lena nods. She always sleeps better when she’s with Kara.
“Good. Now, since I hardly ever get the chance because of how early you usually get up, I’m going to make you breakfast in bed.”
“No, you don’t-“ Lena starts, but Kara’s having none of it.
“Nope, I never get to treat you, you’re always buying me things, so this time, I’m going to treat you. You’re going to do nothing but lie here and rest while I go and make us some breakfast, and that’s an order.”
The look Kara gives her says there’s no room for arguments.
Lena wonders if she argued for Kara to snuggle in bed a bit longer, if Kara would do it.
“Okay,” Kara says, suddenly more awake, an excited glint in her eyes. Lena wonders if she should be worried. “Stay here.”
Before Lena can even register what’s happening, Kara leans forward and presses a quick kiss to her forehead. Time slows down after, however, as Kara pulls away, looking worried.
Kara bites her lip. “Was that okay?”
Lena feels like she can barely breathe, and the lip bite isn’t helping.
“Yes,” Lena nods, a smile slipping onto her face as she fully realises what Kara has just done. It’s more than okay.
Kara visibly relaxes. “Okay, good.” She hesitates for a moment before she leans back in, placing another quick kiss to Lena’s forehead, this time smiling as she pulls away.
She’s out of bed a moment later, Lena missing the contact immediately. “Don’t move.”
Lena smiles. “I won’t,” she promises.
She knows they should probably talk about what’s going go between them, because they’re crossing more and more lines every day. But not today, today she’s going to enjoy Kara bringing her breakfast in bed, and maybe tomorrow she’ll finally tell Kara how she really feels.
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