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She stands, smoothing her clothes even though she’s in pajama shorts and one of your old hoodies. “We should figure out how we’re going to play this.”

You force a weak smile. “You mean how to fake being in love with you for an entire evening?”

Lena looks at you. Looks through you. “I don’t think either of us has ever faked that part.”

It’s a punch to the chest, the way she says it. Soft. Honest. Dangerous.

You look away. “Okay. So we’ll do our part. We’ll smile, hold hands, take pictures, laugh at Kara’s dumb speech, slow dance if we have to…”

"Kiss?” 

It’s a simple question. An obvious one. But it knocks the air out of your lungs. Because yeah, you’d kiss Lena in a heartbeat. You’d kiss her right now.

But what if you can’t stop? What if her mouth ruins you all over again? What if it feels like home, and you have to walk away from it anyway?

“I don’t know,” you admit, voice hoarse. “Can you?”

Lena doesn’t answer right away. She just stands there in the doorway, hands clenched into the sleeves of your hoodie—hers now, you guess. Her eyes are glassy in the low light. You can’t tell if it’s anger or heartbreak or both.

“I’ll try,” she says finally. Then adds, quietly, “If you can maybe not… um, do that thing.”

You blink. “What thing?”

Lena’s cheeks flush red. She looks anywhere but at you. “You know, the thing with the tongue and—”

“Oh. Right. I won’t do the thing.”

You nod solemnly, like you’re making a vow. Even though you have no idea how not to kiss Lena with everything inside you. That’s the only way you’ve ever known how. Like it’s the last time. Like she’ll vanish if you don’t kiss her hard enough to keep her tethered.

She hugs herself. “Thanks. It’s just… I can’t—”

“I get it,” you cut in gently. “Me too.”

A beat.

Then Lena gives a small, crooked smile. “So we’re fake-dating tomorrow, but without the tongue.”

“Right. Strictly PG-13.” You try to match her tone. Light. Casual. Like your chest isn’t cracking open.

“And the day after the party…” she starts, but her voice wavers, and she lets it trail off.

“We’ll tell them.”

And just like that, the clock starts ticking on the last day you'll ever be hers, even if this time is just pretend.

You're late, which is not surprising to anyone—though they act like it is. You've tried being on time before, you swear, but time is a construct and it used to move completely differently on Krypton, so really, it’s not your fault. Besides, being able to cross the city in under a second has made you... a little lax with punctuality.

“You're late,” is the first thing Lena says when she opens the door to her penthouse.

And it hits you like a slap—not her words, but her. The way she looks. Her hair woven into the prettiest braid, neat and effortless in that way only Lena can manage. The black dress fits her like a whispered promise, hugging every curve you know by memory now—each line of her body a path your hands used to trace in the dark. And then there's the slit in the front, plunging too low, revealing the soft line of her cleavage. Your eyes follow it without thinking, like a reflex. Like your body still hasn’t caught up to the part where you’re not allowed to anymore. She looks like a sin dressed in silk. Like a secret you can't keep.

Your mouth goes dry. “And you look too good. Can you change?”

Lena’s brow lifts. “What? No, I'm not gonna change. We're late!”

“Fine,” you mutter, dragging your eyes away from her cleavage. “But just so you know, you're making this a lot harder than it has to be.”

She laughs, light and unbothered. Like she didn’t cry into your hoodie last night. Like she hasn’t been sitting in your chest like a bruise ever since.

“Let’s just go, Y/N.”

By the time you walk into Alex and Kelly’s apartment, everyone’s already gathered in the cozy living room. Balloons tied to chairs, silver and white streamers trailing from the ceiling. A homemade banner that says She said yes! hangs crooked above the fireplace—Kara’s handiwork, probably.

Alex spots you first and lights up. “Finally! We were starting to think you two got distracted on the way here.”

You laugh too fast. “Traffic.”

“Oh, there’s traffic in the sky now?” Kelly teases, handing you both drinks with a wink. “I’m just impressed you two managed to get your hands off each other long enough to show up.”

You nearly choke. Lena just takes a sip of her wine, cool and unreadable.

You glance at her out of the corner of your eye, searching for something—confirmation, a crack, anything. But she doesn’t flinch. She’s always been better at pretending than you.

And that’s the worst part: this used to be effortless. This used to be real.

Now, every second feels like you're trying to hold on to something that's already slipping through your fingers. And you can't even grieve it. Not here. Not tonight. Not when everyone’s watching and expecting you to smile like nothing’s wrong.

So you smile. And you drink. And you try not to look at Lena too long, or remember what her laugh used to feel like when it was only for you.

But your heart is already screaming.

There’s music and dancing and laughter in the background. You hear it—sort of. It slips through the noise of your own mind, screaming at you to act normal. Just one more hour. Just one more moment. Just get through this.

Then comes the call for a group photo. Someone corrals everyone in front of the banner. Alex is glowing. Kelly is beaming. You try to stand behind Kara, but—

Nia elbows you gently. “Here, switch with me so you’re next to Lena.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you start to protest, already backing away.

But she’s already moving.

And suddenly Lena is beside you, her perfume subtle but devastating, her hand sliding around your waist with practiced ease—like this is just another Saturday night, like nothing has changed.

You can’t breathe.

“Smile, darling,” Lena murmurs beside you, the word slipping out too easily, too naturally.

And that’s when your brain stops working altogether.

Because it’s not the nickname. Not the hand at your waist. Not even the practiced smile she gives for the camera.

It’s the fact that, for one terrifying second, you almost forget you’re pretending.

You almost lean into her. You almost kiss her temple.   You almost believe you didn’t lose her.

And it guts you. 

Later, you’re sitting alone on the loveseat, nursing your drink and trying not to look like you’re watching Lena. But, of course, you are. How could you not? She’s across the room, laughing at something M’gann said, her fingers twirling the stem of her wine glass, legs crossed like a goddamn movie star.

Your heart’s in your throat where it has been all night. It’s starting to feel like your ribs weren’t designed to hold it in.

Kara plops down beside you, folding her legs beneath her and balancing a second cupcake in her hand. “Hey,” she says, bumping your shoulder. “You and Lena are acting weird today. Everything alright?”

You freeze.

You don’t mean to look at Lena again, but your eyes betray you. One glance. Just one. And she’s already looking. Smiling softly. Eyes flicking your way like she knows you’re watching her. Like she likes that you are.

Your heart nearly breaks your ribs this time.

“She just…” you start, words catching somewhere in your throat. What are you supposed to say? That you’re broken up? That you’re lying to everyone in this room?

You settle for the only truth you can handle.

“She looks so hot.”

Kara blinks. “What?”

“I’m trying to stay away so I don’t jump her bones right here in front of everyone.”

There’s a long, horrified beat.

“Oh my Rao, Y/N!” Kara nearly drops her cupcake. “Ew! Just—ew, okay? TMI!”

She springs up from the couch like it burned her, wiping her hands on her dress like she needs to physically scrub the mental image away.

You can’t help the grin tugging at your lips. “You asked.”

“I was expecting, like, ‘We had a fight,’ not graphic horny sibling confessions!”

You shrug, cheeks hot. “It’s not my fault Lena decided to wear that dress. Look at her bu—”

“NOPE,” Kara groans, clutching her head like she’s been cursed. “I’m done. I’m going to go talk to literally anyone else.”

She storms off in mock horror, cupcake still in hand.

You shake your head, trying to laugh it off, but the heat under your skin doesn’t go anywhere.

Across the room, Lena catches your eye again. She quirks an eyebrow—teasing, knowing. Like she knows exactly what just happened. Like she knows exactly what that dress is doing to you.

And then—she moves.

Not toward you. Not yet.

But toward the music, toward the open space where a few others are swaying lazily in pairs. She doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t invite anyone to join her. Just starts moving like the music is something she owns. 

You can't believe your eyes, you can't believe she is dancing. Because Lena doesn’t like dancing. At least, not usually. She’ll do it if she’s drunk, or if you put on music in the morning and pull her close, swaying your hips together in lazy half-steps across the kitchen floor.

But this?

This is something else entirely.

She moves like a secret meant only for you—hips swaying slow and deliberate, head tilted just enough to let her braid slide over one shoulder. Her eyes flick toward you again, dark and dangerous and amused.

You don’t mean to stare. Honestly, you try not to. But your eyes betray you—again—and when hers find yours from across the room, she winks.

Your entire face goes hot.

Kara, who somehow always appears at the exact wrong time, leans in with a low, exasperated warning: “Lena, please don’t do that. She’s already having a really hard time with that dress. Let’s try to keep it in our pants, okay?”

Lena bursts into laughter like Kara’s just delivered the punchline of the year. She turns toward her, voice sweet like honey and just as dangerous, “Oh, that’s exactly where she’s going.”

“Why! Why are you two doing this to me today?” Kara groans, visibly scandalized. She takes a few bold strides toward you like she’s about to stage an intervention. “Hey, horndog! Can you and your girlfriend behave? No one here wants to see you staring at each other like that.”

You try to play it cool, coy, anything to hide the panic rising in your chest. “Like what?”

“Like the world is going to end if you can’t touch each other.”

And it’s… too accurate.

Your breath catches. Your eyebrows lift, surprised—shocked—that she said exactly what you’re feeling, like she cracked open your chest and peeked inside. You blink, fast, but it’s no use. The tears come anyway. Hot and heavy. Because maybe the world is ending. Maybe it already did.

“Shit,” Kara mutters, instantly worried. “Shit. Sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to yell.” She softens, crouching beside you like she’s apologizing to a child. “Please don’t cry.”

You swallow, throat burning. You have to tell her. You can’t keep lying, not to her. She’s your sister. She’d understand. She'd keep your secret for tonight, you're sure.

“Kara, I—I gotta tell you something.”

But before you can get the words out, Lena’s already beside you, like she felt you slipping.

“Hey,” she says, soft and steady. “It's okay.” She glances at Kara and gives a subtle nod—dismissal or protection, you don’t know which. “I got her.”

Then her eyes are back on you. Warm. Calm. Still yours in a way that wrecks you.

“Come on, honey,” she whispers, reaching for your hand. “Let’s go clean your face.”

You let her pull you to your feet.

And you don’t look back.

The bathroom is warm and quiet, and thankfully far from everyone. Lena shuts the door behind you with a soft click, and you don’t say anything at first—just grip the edges of the sink, trying to breathe.

She dampens a towel, dabs gently under your eyes, her other hand cupping the back of your neck to steady you.

“You okay?” she asks, voice low.

“No,” you answer. Too fast. Too honest. “But thanks for pretending I am.”

Lena offers a faint, tired smile. “It’s what we’re both doing tonight.”

You flinch. “Right. Guess I just wasn’t as good at it.”

She shrugs, still impossibly calm, like she’s not the one who sent your entire nervous system into overdrive five minutes ago. “You weren’t supposed to be good at it. Just play the part.”

“Oh, I was supposed to play the part?” You scoff. “You’ve been swaying your ass around the living room like you’re trying to win a lap dance contest.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, unbothered. “I wore a dress. I danced.”

“You winked at me.”

“You stared.”

You push away from the sink. “Oh, come on. You did it on purpose even though we had a deal.”

“I didn’t even touch you, Y/N.”

You step closer, until there’s barely space between you. Close enough to feel her breath. Close enough to fall. “You know you don’t have to. Just admit that you wore this dress for the sole reason of driving me insane.”

She meets your gaze—unflinching, infuriating, impossible. “Maybe I did.”

And that’s it. That’s the moment.

You push her back against the wall—not rough, not gentle, just enough—and you’re kissing her before you even think it through. You kiss her like you’re furious. Like you’re starving. Like this is the last thing keeping you alive.

And when your tongue brushes against hers and you do that thing—the one you promised you wouldn’t do—Lena gasps into your mouth, like it knocks something loose inside her. But she doesn’t stop you. She pulls you closer.

It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s not pretend.

It’s hunger. It’s grief. It’s home.

It’s everything you’ve been trying to bury.

She tastes like red wine and regret, and the kiss feels like confession—hot, reckless, holy. A sin you’d commit again. A sin you'd commit forever if it always led to her.

Your hands are in her hair, her fingers are tugging at your shirt like she can’t bear to let go, and for a split second it feels like time is folding in on itself—like this isn’t borrowed or fake or ending.

When you finally pull back, breathless and trembling, her lipstick is smudged, and your heart is thundering so hard it hurts.

Lena blinks, stunned. Her lips part like she wants to say something, but the words don’t come.

“I wanna rip this goddamn dress off,” you whisper, and it’s not just lust—it’s desperation. Worship. Grief.

Her breath stutters. “Don’t. Don’t say things like that, if you're not gonna do it.”

But her voice is barely there. She’s flushed and on fire, her chest rising and falling too fast, her hands still curled in your shirt like she’s afraid to let go.

You know exactly what you’re doing to her. You also know that she’s doing it to you, too.

You look into her eyes—really look—and it nearly shatters you. Her pupils are blown wide, her gaze frantic, like she’s seconds away from coming undone. Like she’s begging you to give in first so she won’t have to.

And for a second, you almost do.

Because why does this feel like how the world ends and how it begins, all at once?

Why does it feel so right—so yours—but also borrowed and sinful, like something you were never meant to hold this long?

She nods at you slowly—like permission. Like a plea. Like please don’t stop, please keep going, please touch me.

And you understand. You know what she’s asking for. What you could have, right now, if you just reached for it.

But you can’t. Not when she isn’t yours anymore. Not when her body remembers you, but her heart already said goodbye.

You take a step back. Barely an inch, but it feels like an ocean.

“Lena…” you whisper, and your voice is wrecked. “We said we wouldn’t.”

Her eyes flutter shut. She nods again, this time with her jaw clenched tight like she’s trying not to fall apart. “I know.”

You adjust her dress carefully, smoothing the fabric where your hands had bunched it. And she lets you.

Silence settles between you, thick and awful.

You just stand there, in the eye of the storm, hands still aching from not touching her, mouth still bruised from the kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I’m gonna—” You gesture vaguely to the door, already backing away. “I just… I need a minute.”

You don’t wait for Lena to answer. You can’t.

She looks wrecked—lip bitten raw, dress rumpled, chest still rising like she hasn’t found her breath yet—and you know she’ll need time to pull herself together before walking back into that living room like nothing happened.

So you do what she doesn’t have time to. You flee.

You make it back into the hallway with a drink in your hand and a practiced smile that you hope doesn’t look like a bruise.

Kara shows up beside you not much later, “I don’t wanna know what happened in there, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You force a grin, bumping her shoulder. “Relax, Kara. You didn’t break my heart just because you called me a horndog.”

She gives you a look, but there’s relief in it.

You look down at your glass, trying to shake off the way your ribs still feel like they’re cracking open. “By the way,” you add, voice lighter than your chest feels, “I thought you said there would be cake?”

The party winds down slowly, like the end of a dream you don’t want to wake from but can’t stay in, either.

Lena doesn’t say much when she comes back from the bathroom. Her lipstick is fixed, her expression unreadable. You don’t look at her. Not at first.

You just stand beside her when the final toast is made, you hold her hand when Eliza pulls you both in for a hug, and when Alex thanks everyone for making the night so magical, you smile like your heart isn’t dragging behind you in pieces.

You don’t say anything until you’re alone again, walking Lena to her door, the city silent around you like it knows what’s coming.

“That kiss—” she starts, unlocking the door slowly. “That wasn’t fair. To either of us.”

You nod. “It was the wine. The dress. The whole romance-in-the-air thing.”

She swallows hard. “Yeah. Just... a mistake.”

“Right.” You try to believe it. Try to make it sound like you mean it.

She doesn’t ask you to come in. And you don’t ask if she wants you to. Just a nod. A quiet goodnight. The slow closing of a door that feels way too familiar now.

The next morning, your phone buzzes.

You’re still half-dreaming when you reach for it, fingers fumbling across the nightstand. Your body is heavy with exhaustion, with memory. The space beside you is cold. Of course it is.

The screen lights up.

Nia Nal sent a photo.

You tap it open without thinking. And then you stop breathing.

The picture is from last night—softly lit, slightly blurred, but unmistakable. It's you and Lena.

Neither of you looking at the camera. Just… looking at each other.

You're halfway through a laugh, your smile crooked and helpless. She's watching you with the kind of expression that makes time stutter—like you’re the only real thing in the room. Like you're gravity itself.

And underneath it, Nia’s caption reads:

Find someone who looks at you like you're their whole world 💫 #relationshipgoals

Your heart twists. Violent and sudden.

You press a hand to your chest like that might steady it, but it doesn’t. Because this isn't some cute picture. This is a mirror. A gut punch. A truth you’ve been too afraid to say out loud.

What are we doing? Why are we pretending we can survive this apart?

You’re already flying before you can stop yourself—barefoot, breathless, wind slicing at your skin. You don’t care. You’d fly straight into the sun if it meant seeing her again.

You land on the balcony just as she reaches for the handle.

The door flies open, and there she is. Hair unbrushed. Eyes rimmed with sleep and something deeper, something unraveling.

She stares at you like she isn’t sure if you’re real.

“I was coming to you,” she says, and her voice is nothing—just breath and want.

“I know,” you whisper.

And that’s all it takes.

You crash into each other like gravity won. Like longing built too long inside your bones and finally broke free.

Her hands are in your hair, yours on her waist, your mouths finding each other in something too fierce to be gentle, too soft to be violent. The kiss is everything you didn’t say. Everything you couldn’t.

You taste grief and love and every second of pretending. You kiss her like you’re trying to memorize the shape of a future you nearly gave up.

She kisses you like she’s trying to say sorry without words. Like don’t let me go again.

You pull her closer. Like you're trying to tell her that it's going to work this time. We'll make it work.

You both shake, slightly, from the weight of it.

And when you finally break for air, foreheads pressed together, hearts slamming in sync, you whisper what’s been sitting in your chest since you saw that photo, “I look at you like you’re my whole world because you are.”

Her breath hitches.

Night fell over National City as Supergirl returned from her patrol. The wind carried the scent of smoke and despair as she flew over the rooftops of the city. Her red cape fluttered in the wind as she listened to the sounds of National City with her ears pricked.

But in the midst of this nightly chaos that plagued the National City, she heard a sound that immediately stopped her in her tracks. A quiet sob, muffled and desperate, came from one of the windows below her. Supergirl hovered indecisively for a moment before deciding to investigate the source of that sound of distress.

With a quick push of her powerful legs, she landed on the roof of a building that included your apartment. Her super ears could now clearly hear the faint cries of pain, and her heart clenched at the sound. You needed her help.

Without hesitation, she floated down to the front door and walked silently up to your apartment. It was dimly lit by the moonlight, and she could hear the soft whimpers coming from your bedroom before she silently walked into your bedroom and spotted your figure on the bed, seemingly in pain.

“Y/n?” Kara whispered softly as she slowly approached. Her super eyes immediately took in the scene: you were curled up on the bed, hands clutched tightly around your stomach, tears streaming down your face. You raised your head and looked at your sister with tear-filled eyes. "Kara," you sob. "It hurts so much. I don't know what's wrong."

Her heart ached at the sight of you in such agony. She had seen you struggle with stomach problems often enough, but she had never seen you so desperate. “Oh, my sweet girl,” Kara murmured, sinking onto the bed next to you. She gently placed a hand on your shoulder and felt your body tremble under her touch. "It'll be okay, I promise you."

But deep down the blonde knew that she couldn't keep that promise. Because she knew that your stomach pain wasn't a simple case of stomach problems. They were a symptom of something much more serious.

Kara hugged you tightly as you clung to her as if you were holding on to the last shred of hope. But in that moment, Supergirl knew she was facing a new challenge. A challenge stronger than anything they had ever experienced before.

The night had long since reached its climax when you and Kara were still sitting in your room. The silence was only broken by the muffled cries of pain from you as you writhed on the bed, trying to endure the excruciating pain. Kara sat next to you, one hand gently on your back as she tried to provide comfort as best she could.

“It will pass soon, y/n.” She whispered reassuringly, even though she knew her words could provide little relief. "I'm here with you. You're not alone."

You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your fists in pain. Every breath was a challenge, and you desperately fought the tears that stung your eyes. "Why is this happening to me?" you whimpered quietly, your voice barely more than a breath.

Kara swallowed hard as she pulled you closer and hugged you tightly. “Sometimes things happen that we can’t control,” she replied quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "But you're strong. You've gotten through this before, and you'll get through this time too."

You leaned heavily against your sister, your cheeks wet with tears. The pain continued to pulse through your body, but in that moment you felt a little less alone. Kara was with you and that gave you strength to keep fighting.

The minutes passed slowly, each second filled with the agony of you and the silent support of Kara. The first gentle rays of the sun broke through the curtains and bathed the bedroom in a soft and calming light. You were still lying on the bed, your eyelids fluttering as you slowly woke up. A dull ache still pulsed in your stomach, and you sighed softly.

Kara was still sitting on your bed, her back leaning against the headboard, her gaze resting lovingly on you. The tension of the past few hours still weighed heavily on her shoulders, but in that moment she also felt a deep gratitude that she was able to stand by you when you needed her most.

But before you even got to sit up, you felt a firm grip on your shoulder, gently pushing you back onto the bed. Kara was next to you, a worried look on her face. "Slowly, y/n," Kara spoke softly, stroking your forehead. "You do not have to hurry."

You nodded weakly and fell back into the pillow. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice gentle like a hug. You sighed and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your stomach, forcing you back into bed. “Not too good at the moment,” you mumbled, forcing a weak smile. "But thanks for being with me, Kar. You really helped me.“

She stood up and adjusted herself correctly so her head was close to yours before wrapping an arm around you. "That's what sisters do, y/n. We stand up for each other no matter what."

You smiled tiredly and nodded, grateful for the unwavering support from her. But despite the apparent calm, you both knew that you couldn't just carry on as before. You needed medical attention, and quickly.

Determined, Kara stood up and reached for her phone, her expression serious as she looked at you. "I'll call Lena and hope she'll help me make an appointment for you at the hospital. It's important that you get checked out."

You nodded in agreement while your sister arranged the phone call. The idea of going back to the hospital scared you, but you also knew it was the right step to figure out what was wrong with your body this time.

When you finally entered the hospital, you felt uncertain and afraid. However, Kara stood firmly at your side, her hand firmly in yours, giving you the strength you needed to take the next step. The doctors welcomed you together with nurses who immediately began to examine you. Hours passed, filled with lengthy tests and exams as you patiently persevered, strengthened by the knowledge that your sister was by your side.

And when finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctors came into the room with serious faces, your heart began to beat faster than you were hoping for your diagnosis. "Mrs. Danvers," the senior doctor began to speak. "After our examinations, we found that you are suffering from a stomach ulcer."

Your heart sank at those words and a wave of fear washed over you. A stomach ulcer - that meant more treatments, more pain and an uncertain future. But before fear could overwhelm you, you felt a firm grip on your hand, gently bringing you back to reality. "We'll get through this together, sweetie," your sister spoke softly, her eyes full of compassion and love. "You are not alone. I am here with you."

“You were being reckless and immature.”

“I was doing my job, Alex,” you said from your spot on the couch. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

You, Kara, and Alex had finished a DEO earlier. You knew that you had made some mistakes, but you were human--it was bound to happen.

Being the younger sibling of the Director and Supergirl (not that anyone really knew about the latter), you’ve always been held to a higher standard. Your mother held you to those higher standards, your teachers, your colleagues, you did. The pressure was there and it was heavy.

Being held to this standard means having less room for accidents, leaving you with no space to make messes and properly learn from them.

You couldn’t lie, you were insecure about it. You’d never be good as your eldest Director sister and your older superhero sister. It was something that everyone always acknowledged and rubbed in your face and it always stung. You tried your hardest to get up to their level but nothing ever seemed to work and it was becoming glaringly obvious.

“What you were doing was being irresponsible. You had one job to do. One. And you couldn’t even do that.” Well that kinda stung. You just stared her while she continued ranting, Kara doing the same from her spot on the armchair. “You’re irresponsible, immature, and borderline incompetent since you couldn’t do the simplest task,” she counted off. “At this point, I’m having doubts that you can be a good agent. I have never seen someone mess up so badly.”

You looked over at your blonde sister with tears in your eyes, seeing if she was going to say anything. She only avoided your gaze. You took her silence as agreement. Nodding slowly, you stood from the couch and dug through your pocket.

“Well, I quit,” you said, voice trembling as you threw your badge onto the coffee table. “Since I’m so fucking incompetent.” You walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind you.

“Alex,” Kara began.

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

-

“(Y/n)? Look, I'm sorry. I took it too far. I was just scared. You’re…you’re not incompetent, just…please answer the phone,” Alex sniffed and ended the voicemail, setting her phone on the table.

At that moment, Kara flew in.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking your head.

You walked out yesterday evening and no one had heard from you since. Alex just thought you needed some time to cool off--hell she needed some time herself. But your location on your phone had been turned off and according to your neighbors, you never came home.

She and Kara had been worried sick all morning. They called your friends, looked at security cameras, but nothing came up.

“Fuck, where could she be?”

“Hey,” the blonde says, placing herself next to Alex on that couch. “We’ll find her.”

“I said the most horrible things to her, Kara. She’ll never forgive me if we find her.”

“When we find her, Al,” she emphasizes, rubbing her sister’s shoulder. “We both have a lot of making up to do. And we’ll do it when we find her.”

-

Your head was pounding and not the kind that you’d have as a result of drinking. It was a throbbing pain that centered at the nape of your neck and spread around. Everything was dark and it stunk.

“I see that you’re awake.”

You whipped your head around to see who was talking.

“Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way,” the voice said. Then, a figure walked into your vision. They were tall and had on all black clothing. “You can tell me what I need to know about Supergirl and I’ll let you out mostly unharmed. Maybe a reward if you’re extra good,” they went on, crouching down in front of you. “But if you don’t, then…I don’t think you want to hear the details but you get the gist.”

You gulped harshly, feeling your heart starting to race.

“Who is Supergirl?”

There was silence on your end leading to you getting a harsh slap.

“Who is she?”

Silence and more hitting.

It was a game of cat and mouse. He’d ask you a question, you wouldn’t respond, and he’d hit you. Slaps eventually turned into punches and those eventually turned into electrocuting and waterboarding.

They left you after a while, leaving you in a heap on the cold hard ground. You were cold and in pain and just wanted to go home.

-

Alex and Kara had gone to the DEO, trying to see if any of the resources there would help. So far, nothing had come up.

“Wait, I think I got something,” Brainy announced, looking at his tablet. “We might’ve missed something in the initial security camera search.” he then pulled up a video from the same time they previously looked at but from a different angle. “We get a split second of his face but that’s all we need. Brandon Sykes, recently lost his daughter in a fire. The same you helped put out not too long ago, Supergirl.”

Kara looks down at the ground, feeling some blame for you getting taken.

“Here’s the largest and closest property he owns,” Brainy says, handing the device to Alex.

The woman nodded in response and immediately set into action.

“I need a team, ASAP. Bring anything you think could help--we don’t know what he’s capable of. He’s not gonna get away with this.”

No one brought up the fact that Alex probably shouldn’t be on this rescue mission seeing as it would be a major conflict of interest. She was a great boss but she could get real mean and scary if she was in the mood for it.

-

Maybe Alex was right. You weren’t a good agent. You allowed yourself to get kidnapped by a man who wasn’t even that much larger than you. You weren’t able to assess any of your surroundings to try and figure out where you were. You were utterly hopeless.

Maybe all of your peers were right. You’d never be as good as your sisters no matter how hard you tried.

Just as you were closing your eyes, ready to give up, there was a large boom. But you couldn’t seem to find the strength to keep your eyes open.

-

You woke up to rhythmic beeps. Immediately, you knew you were somewhere different as where you were being held was dead silent.

Using most if not all of your strength, you opened your eyes and glanced around--you were in the medbay. After a few moments, Alex walked in with her head looking towards a clipboard. She sensed someone staring at her so she looked up, only to meet your teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, rushing to your bedside with a cup of water that she grabbed.

She gently lifted you up and guided the straw to your lips, allowing you to take slow sips. When you were finished, she laid you back down, leaving you to take a breath.

“I’m sorry. I-I’ll try to be-be better and-”

“No, no, shh,” Alex instructed, combing through your hair and pushing it from your face. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s all on me, okay? What I said was out of line and stupid. You’re not any of those things, you hear me?” you nodded in response.

She then takes a seat at the edge of the hospital bed and gives your hand a gentle but firm squeeze.

“I love you,” she says, pulling your hand up to kiss the back of it. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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Robyn woke up with a jump from feeling heavy licks and pressure on her torso. In the morning twilight she is able to make out Lily standing over her and feels the labrador continuously shaking her with her paws. 

“Wha? Lil?”

With a small bark Lily quickly jumps down and runs to Emma’s bed. She gives Robyn a mournful look before carefully jumping up to Emma's side.

Robyn sleepily rubs her eyes and then realises what is happening as she registers Emma’s faint groans and gasps of breath.

Stumbling to her feet, Robyn quickly moves to Emma’s side and sees Lily lying on Emma’s torso.

“Em, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Robyn repeats over and over as she tries to soothe the agitated blonde.

Finally Emma’s husky groans stop and her breathing returns to some normality. Suddenly her eyes shoot open as she jerks awake.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re in Midvale, you had a nightmare. Everything is okay.” Robyn says softly, trying to reassure a clearly frightened Emma who has tears streaming down her face. “Take a deep breath for me, Em.” 

Robyn watches Emma who follows her hand motion of when to breathe and exhale.

“That’s it, you’re doing great.”

A gentle knock on the door makes them look over and J’onn quietly enters.

“Everything okay?”

“Nightmare.” Robyn responds and J’onn nods.

He walks over to Emma’s side and gently tucks a few damp hairs away from Emma’s face. “How bout we take Lily for a walk?” He offers and Emma barely nods. “I’ll go change and be right back.”

Emma watches him leave and moves to get up, she stumbles slightly and Robyn has to reach out to stop her from falling.

“Easy Em.” Robyn whispers and watches the blonde nod and sluggishly pick up her clothes from yesterday to change into. Robyn decides to do the same, figuring out she won’t be able to get back to sleep anyway.

Emma gives her a questioning look but Robyn just shrugs and follows her down to the back room where Eliza is filling two flasks with hot liquid.

“Thought you’d like some hot chocolate on your walk.” Eliza smiles lovingly at her daughter and Emma gives her a small smile back. Eliza tightly hugs her daughter, feeling worried at how her eyes aren’t as bright as they should be.

“Ready to go?” J’onn asks, holding out her coat and trainers for her. Emma nods and puts them on, she snorts at how quickly Lily’s tail wags while she waits patiently by the door. 

The trio leave and Robyn sits heavily on the stool at the island, resting her head on her fist. 

“I’m making myself a coffee, would you like one too?” 

Robyn looks tiredly up at the older blonde. “Yes please.”

Eliza begins preparing the drinks and Robyn sighs heavily as she rubs her forehead.

“Are you alright?” Eliza asks the brunette.

“Yea, I’ve just never been good at being woken up quickly. Or so early.”

“Jeremiah, Emma and Alex’s father, was the same.” Eliza chuckles and places the mug in front of Robyn and sits next to her on the other stool. “One time he got up to feed Emma but I could hear her fussing. I looked over at them and he’d fallen back to sleep with the bottle teat by the side of her mouth. Poor baby couldn’t get to it.”

“He sounds like he was a good man.” Robyn smiles at the older woman. 

“He was. He always believed in our girls.” Eliza sips her coffee.

“Must have been hard for you.” Robyn says softly, remembering the story Emma told her of her father. How she holds onto what he was like before he was captured and changed. Seeing the sadness with Eliza’s eyes, Robin decides to change the topic. “Do you have those photos of Em as a baby?”

“Of course!” Eliza chuckles and finds Emma’s photo book. “I always wanted to make sure every milestone was recorded for each of my girls.”

“Your science background is showing.” Robyn jokes as she opens the book, smiling at a toddler Alex hugging Eliza’s swollen stomach.

“I guess it is.” Eliza smiles and they continue looking through the photos. Eliza points at mostly all of them and tells Robyn the story that goes along with it. 

The first time Emma walked on her first birthday to try and follow Alex. The pride the family felt at her first word, how she quickly started singing and bouncing to music. On and on the stories go and Robyn smiles at the pride within Eliza’s eyes.

They near the end of the book and Eliza excuses herself to go get changed. Robyn continues to flick through and comes to the photo showing Emma and Lena beaming at the camera.

Robyn taps the surface of the island in time with a song on the radio while she sips her coffee. She stares at the photo and can’t help but feel torn. She knows Emma loves her family but something isn’t sitting right with the Brit. 

She hears footsteps upstairs and knows the others will be down soon to begin the next session with Alistair. 

She ponders on what else could be said as she feels a lot of the main issues have been aired. She sips her drink and wonders whether she can air her thoughts about a certain raven haired woman.

“Good morning.” Lena says politely while cautiously entering the room to the coffee machine.

“Morning.” Robyn utters back coolly, causing Lena to turn and gaze at her.

“You don’t like me do you?”

“No shit Sherlock.” Robyn sasses and Lena’s shoulders deflate and turns back to the coffee machine. Robyn frowns at this sign of weakness being shown by the CEO. 

“I completely understand, I would feel the same way if I was in your position.” Lena starts the machine and leans against the kitchen counter.

“Well, let’s hope you never have to be in a position like this.” Robyn growls and taps the cup in her hands. “To see someone you love believe she is worth nothing, that something is so wrong with her that she doesn’t deserve love. That she questions every interaction she has and shuts down when things get too much.”

Lena lowers her head but before she can respond some of the others enter the room.

“Everything okay?” Kara asks and makes a beeline for Lena.

“Yup.” Robyn says, emphasising the end of the word and stands to go over to Lucy who is patting the cushion next to her for Robyn to sit on.

Kara places a comforting hand on Lena’s shoulder as she looks in concern at Lena’s sad face. “Is she upsetting you?”

Lena shakes her head but Kara wraps her arms around her anyway. They hug and Lena buries her head into Kara’s shoulder. 

“Okay everyone, please gather around.” Alistair says, grabbing everyone’s attention.

Kara and Lena break apart, Kara takes her best friend’s hand and leads Lena to the circle of chairs. “Where’s Emma?” Kara asks with a frown as she notices her sister’s absence. 

“She’s taken Lily for a walk.” Robyn explains and see’s Alex tense up. “J’onn went with her.” She quickly explains and Alex nods in appreciation for the information.

Movement outside the door catches everyone’s attention and a knock echoes around the room. Kara zips over and opens it.

“Agent Reiff?” 

“Good morning, may I come in?”

“Oh, yes, please.” Kara steps aside and the agent enters.

“Director.” Agent Reiff nods at Alex who approaches quickly.

“What’s going on?” Lucy asks as she looks between the two. Alex motions for Reiff to continue.

“We managed to do the clean up before the news crews got there, made the site look as if the storm caused the mudslide rather than a boulder breaking cleanly in half. Agent Vasquez wanted me to show you this.” Reiff pulls out a tablet and holds it out for Alex.

The redhead takes it and swipes through the photos. The Danvers crinkle making an appearance on her face.

“Alex?” Eliza asks in concern.

“How many?”

“We estimate roughly six bottles or more.” Agent Reiff answers quietly, aware how delicate this information may be.

Alex sighs lightly. “And the contents?”

“Alien alcohol.”

“Shit.” Alex mutters. “Okay, thank you. Have agents continue to monitor and patrol the area. We will review when we are back at the DEO.”

Agent Reiff nods and Alex hands back the tablet. She stares ahead for a moment, deep in thought while the agent heads back out of the house.

“Alex?” Sam gets up and heads over to her fiance, clearly seeing that Alex was getting more and more agitated. “You okay?”

Shaking her head Alex marches out of the room and up the stairs.

“She’s going to find the rest of the bottles.” Alistair explains to the group, immediately causing Kara and Sam to run after the redhead.

“But Emma won’t like Alex going through her things.” Lena says with wide eyes and quickly follows them. She rushes up the stairs and hears Kara and Alex arguing.

“-calmly ask her about it!”

“Kara! Let go of me!” Alex snaps as Lena stands in the doorway. She pauses at the sight of the opened suitcase on the floor full of empty bottles and Kara firmly holding onto Alex.

“No! Not until you’ve calmed down.” Kara says determinedly. “We are trying to help her, not shame her or cause more friction.”

Sam steps forward and tenderly moves Alex’s hair out of her eyes. “I understand why you would be upset by this, but Kara is right.”

The stairs creak and Lena’s head spins to see who it is. Emma stares back at Lena in confusion and Lena’s stomach drops.

“She’s here.” Lena calls and the trio freeze. Emma hesitantly approaches her ex, and looks into her room. Her eyes immediately land on the suitcase of bottles and she swallows deeply. 

Her chest stings with hurt at witnessing her things being rummaged through and her shame burns her cheeks. However, she takes a deep breath and steps into the room, kneels down and zips the suitcase back up. 

“Little one?” Kara queries, still holding onto Alex who had remained frozen, her chest still heaving slightly from her outburst.

Emma straightens up and lifts the suitcase by the handle. The unmistakable rattling of empty bottles fills the silence and Emma motions with her head for them to follow her downstairs.

The four women follow the blonde into the back room where Emma lifts the suitcase onto the coffee table and opens it, revealing it to be packed with mostly empty bottles.

Emma lowers her head and moves to her seat where Lily is already waiting for her. The dog’s tail starts pounding against the sofa, Emma gives her a small smile and sits. Making Lily immediately place her head on her lap and snuggles in. Emma yawns and rubs her eyes, clear fatigue is etched on her face. 

“Good morning Emma.” Alistair softly greets her and Emma echoes his welcome back in her mind.

“Would anyone like a drink before we start?” Eliza offers, noticing Emma didn’t have one. “Sweetheart?”

Emma’s tired eyes lift up to hers and she nods.

“She would like an apple juice, please.” Fay answers for Emma and she signs her thanks.

Emma settles back and closes her eyes while she strokes Lily’s fur. She tries to block out the different conversations happening around the room but it’s difficult. Her mind races with shame with what the others must think and how she is going to explain herself.

“Here you go sweetheart.” 

Emma opens her eyes and takes the glass of cool apple juice from her mom, nodding her thanks. 

She sips the tangy liquid and glances over at J’onn. He nods encouragingly at her and she takes a deep breath in to calm herself. 

They mostly walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company but they had also discussed how yesterday had gone and how they were both feeling. They even sensed how today’s session could be harder than the previous one, causing J’onn to vow to support her, whatever happens.

“So, are we all ready?” Alistair draws everyone’s attention and they stop their conversations. Alistair waits for them to settle before talking again. “Before we discuss what is in front of us, Fay and I were both able to detect you were all holding back yesterday. Which is understandable, however, this is a safe place where no judgement should be passed.” He glances around the room and everyone nods before focusing on Emma. “Emma, would you like to explain about the bottles?”

‘Do I have to?’ Her mind asks apprehensively.

“We won’t force you.” Alistair responds and Emma shifts in her seat, feeling uneasy.

‘No, I need to.’ Emma sighs heavily and looks up at the ceiling. Unable to look anyone in the eye. Lily sits up and watches her carefully, her head tilting to the side in concentration. ‘I started drinking after the breakup with Lena. A few here and there at Robyn’s, then when I went to Europe I had a glass with each meal. But it then slowly increased over time and I found myself having more and more. A glass became two, to half a bottle, to a full bottle, to many bottles. I can see now it’s developed into a problem and I’m sorry. I know you guys are being sober but it was like an itch I needed to scratch. It would help numb what I was feeling, so I’d have a bottle or two in the evening after everyone went to bed. I’m sorry.’

Emma scrunches up her eyes and feels Lily nuzzling her nose into her cheek, sensing her distress.

“Sweetheart? Can you please look at us?” Her Mom’s voice breaks, causing Emma to lower her head and slowly open her eyes. But instead of looks of shame or disgust, she sees expressions of compassion and understanding on everyone’s faces.

Emma’s worried eyes focus on Alex’s. She notices how troubled her sister looks. She tilts her head, asking Alex to voice her thoughts.

“Alex?” Fay voices out.

Alex bites her lips before finally talking. “I understand how easy it is to use alcohol as a means to run away from your emotions. But, we can help you overcome it.”

“If you want.” Kara adds quickly but Emma is already nodding.

“I’m also sorry that I searched for the bottles instead of asking you, I just-” Alex’s face is overcome with emotion and she sighs heavily. 

‘It’s okay.’ Emma thinks and Alex sniffs. 

“Due to the nature of the group we have sponsors within the DEO and meet separately. Lena and Alex suggested it and we all started together.” J’onn reiterates what he explained to her on their walk and Emma nods.

The room is quiet for a moment and Robyn lifts her hand. “Question.”

“Yes Robyn?” Alistair asks.

“How did the whole sobriety thing start? From what Emma told me, you all like your drink.” 

Lena fidgets in her seat and plays with her hands. She looks timedly over at Alex, who seems to be silently communicating with her.

“Well, if you must know.” Alex begins telling Robyn and the others exactly what happened.

— — —

It has been over a month since Emma disappeared and Alex is sitting on her sofa in Sam’s apartment and nursing her fourth whiskey. She stares mournfully at her laptop on the coffee table. Despite her Mom telling her not to, Alex keeps trying to hack Emma’s devices to find her sister’s location.

“Where are you?” Alex whispers and takes a sip of her drink. Feeling the burn slide down her throat and course through her system.

The results ping up, making Alex feel a surge of hope. But the hope quickly drops when they show the word she is dreading: Inconclusive. 

“Fuck sake.” Alex slurs out and slams the lid of her laptop down. She flops back onto the sofa and downs her drink. Tears prick at her eyes and she presses her lips together. Her gaze falls on the collage of photos on the wall, the beaming smiles of her family and friends. Her eyes land on Lena, pressed up against Emma and beaming at the camera. Alex’s blood starts to boil.

Without much thought Alex angrily stumbles to her feet and grabs her jacket. She hops on the spot to get her boots on but manages in the end. Alex storms from the apartment and punches the call button on the elevator. She taps her foot impatiently until she's down in the lobby where she's stomp outside to hail a cab. In no time she’s in front of Lena’s apartment and she raises her fist to pound on the door.

But the raven haired woman doesn’t answer, making Alex grumble and seethe as she can clearly see the glow of the lights coming from within the apartment.

“Hope, let me in.” Alex orders.

“I do not believe that is wise due to your heightened level of-”

“Hope, please.” Alex snaps and hears the whirl of the locks. The redhead quickly opens the door and searches for her sister’s ex. 

Alex can’t help but notice Emma’s things still placed around the apartment. Her paintings, notebooks, instruments, clothes...

But what she can’t find is Lena, until she turns to the bedroom and notices the door is closed. Rolling her eyes she storms over but before she slams open the door, she hears Lena sobbing through it. 

Her eyebrows furrow tightly. ‘Why is she crying?’

Sighing heavily, Alex knocks on the door and enters. The room is dimly lit and she spots Lena’s head poking above the bed, sitting on the ground next to what was Emma’s side.

Alex stumbles around the bed and makes her presence known by clearing her throat. She can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the raven haired woman as she jumps and stares wide eyed up at her.

“Alex?” Lena squeaks out, which Alex would have found funny if her emotions weren’t raging inside her.

“You broke her. I told you what would happen if you ever hurt her.” Alex grits out, she watches as Lena’s face crumbles and she lowers her head.

“I know.” Lena sobs out and clutches something close to her chest. 

Alex slowly kneels down to face the distraught CEO. She frowns and notices the almost empty bottle of Scotch next to Lena. “What’s wrong? Why are you so upset? You are the one that ended it.”

Lena shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” 

But Lena just keeps shaking her head.

“Lena.” Alex places a hand on Lena’s shoulder, concern seemingly replacing her anger.

Slowly Lena holds her clenched fist out and opens her hand. 

Revealing a ring with an emerald diamond.

Alex stares at it, dumbfounded. 

“You- you didn’t know?” Lena hiccups as her bloodshot eyes study Alex’s reaction.

Alex shakes her head, unable to speak.

‘When was Emma going to tell me she wanted to propose?’ Her mind races as she tries to pinpoint any conversations she had with her baby sister but comes up blank.

“Where was it?” Alex asks softly.

“In her drawer.”

“Why were you looking?!”

“I was going to start moving her things out and I-” Lena says but her throat closes up with emotion and her head drops forward. More tears pour from her eyes and she clutches at the ring again. “I should die because of what I did.”

“Wow! Hey! No!” Alex says sharply, causing Lena to flinch when she grabs her shoulders. “Lena, look at me.”

Slowly Lena raises her head and stares sorrowfully at Alex.

“Yes I am really angry at you.” Alex grits out and lets out a deep breath. “But you aren’t solely to blame for Emma leaving.” 

Lena shakes her head and starts to sob again, despite trying to hold them in.

Alex pulls her friend into a hug and knows there must be more that Lena isn’t saying. 

But for now, Alex just holds her.

— — —

“Then Sam and Kara came over and we stayed with Lena that night. In the morning we both had killer hangovers and decided to be sober. Once we told everyone they joined us too.”

Robyn nods and Emma sniffs heavily. She wipes a tear away, hating the thought of how low Lena got.

“But?” Fay prompts Robyn, who does look like she wants to ask another question.

“Why are you all so chummy with Luthor when she broke Emma’s heart?” Robyn glares around the room. “Why not leave her alone after that?”

“Lena.” Fay says quickly and glances over at Emma, who’s looking irritatedly at Robyn. “Her name is Lena.”

Robyn sighs and juts her jaw to the side. “Okay, sorry. I’d like to know why Lena is still a part of your friendship group.” 

“She’s one of us.” Kara says softly. “Despite what she did, we forgave her.”

Others in the group nod and a tear slides down Lena’s cheek that she quickly wipes away. 

But Robyn’s frown deepens.

“I really wanted to hate her.” Alex admits darkly. “I really wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but then I saw how broken she was and in a worse state than me. In the end, I just couldn't hate her.”

Lena sniffs. “I know I don’t deserve the love and support they give me.”

Kara reaches out and takes Lena’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze of support.

Emma watches and feels a pang of hurt hit her chest, but she quickly pushes it away.

“Robyn?” Alistair asks. “Do you have something else to say?” He nods, giving her permission to voice the seething thoughts in her mind.

“I still don’t understand.” The brunette says cautiously. “What about Emma?”

The Superfriends frown at the question, some even looking over at the blonde.

“What about her?” Winn asks.

“She’s one of you right?” Robyn shoots back.

“Of course!” Nia responds, shocked that Robyn would even need to ask that.  

“So where were you when she needed you?” 

“Robyn.” Fay utters as Emma tries to get her attention.

“No, they need to know what you did when you came to mine.” Robyn says fiercely, her fury mounting. “She spent weeks in bed and I had to prompt her to eat, to shower and take care of herself. When I finally got her up and out of the flat her clothes were loose on her.” Robyn seethes, glaring at the group. “And do you know what she communicated to me when I asked how she was? That she was okay if she didn’t think about it. That when she does she feels like she can’t breathe and it’s just too painful.”

Emma slumps forward slightly and rubs a shaved part of her hair to try and self soothe. She understands what Robyn is doing but she still feels awkward. Lily nuzzles into her, keeping pressure on her side and keeping Emma grounded while she continues to listen.

“I spent hours holding her as she cried over you guys, how you treated her and made her feel worthless. I tried to tell her you all loved her, but I’m not so sure.”

“What?!” Kara yells in anger.

“Where were you? When she needed you guys after everything that had happened? The cancelled sister nights, or games night or whatever you all do! You let her down! But then when she left you all rallied around Lena!”

“No we didn’t!” Nia tries to fight back, remembering how she had felt awkward towards Lena for weeks. Unsure where the line was and if they were taking sides but Robyn gives her a scathing look before she can explain that.

“It sure looks that way! I’ve been watching all of you and you treat her like she hasn’t done anything wrong! That she didn’t break Emma’s heart and make her believe it was all an illusion! From where I’m standing it makes it look like you’ve chosen Lena over Emma!”

“Robyn!” Emma’s husky voice barks out but she immediately starts coughing and wheezing. Causing the heated argument to pause while Emma tries to get a hold of her breathing again.

Eliza quickly gets a glass of cool water for her daughter. “Here you go Sweetheart.” 

Emma takes it and signs her thanks before taking a few sips. There is a palpable tension in the air and she quickly tries to gather her thoughts. ‘I’m okay.’ 

“Thank you Robyn for your honesty.” Alistair nods in appreciation and sits up in his chair. “Emma? Would you like to respond?”

Emma nods and taps the glass while she continues to think.

The Superfriends wait anxiously and she can tell her sisters want to jump in.

‘I’m torn.’ Emma takes a deep breath in and closes her eyes. ‘I’m not going to lie and say this hasn’t affected me. I was relieved when Mom told me that Lena was still part of the group. But there was a part of me that felt disappointment. But as Kara said, Lena is one of us and I wouldn’t have expected anything less.’

Emma takes a few more sips and her eyes meet Robyn’s. 

‘Thank you for standing up for me, I respect your opinion but it was also slightly unfair with what you said. You knew I ran away and made it impossible for them to find me. I understand how it looks, believe me. But, I also don’t believe it’s as easy as that. I mean, your balcony doors and walls took a huge beating from Kara when she tried to find me.’

Robyn opens her mouth but Emma motions she wasn’t finished.

‘I understand what happened made you dislike Lena. How broken I was and thank you so much for being there for me. But you need to understand how deeply I still feel for her, despite what she did. But I know I need to work on myself too. That I need to repair the bridges I broke-’

“No!” Alex interrupts causing Emma’s eyes to snap to hers. “We all caused the damage. As Alistair said yesterday, we all need to work together.” She glances over at Robyn. “But we all need to be honest with each other too.” Alex hesitates and focuses back on her baby sister. “Like, when I saw you in that music video-”

— — —

The Superfriends were gathered around Kara’s coffee table for a games night. To start with they decided on playing Jenga while they waited for the pizza to arrive. 

The tv was on in the background as Alex wanted to watch the news while Lena was currently trying to get a block out, her eyes were focused in concentration.

“You always go for the precarious ones!” Kara laughs.

“That’s what makes it more fun.” Lena says cheekily and grins at her.

But then her heart drops as she looks past Kara and sees Emma on the tv screen.

The tower immediately falls.

“Jenga!” Kara and the others yell. 

But Sam grows concerned at her best friend’s pale face. “Lena?” She also turns to look at the tv and immediately unmutes it, causing everyone to gaze at it.

“-believed to be in London, although sources haven’t been able to confirm this. The music video, which shows Emma Danvers lip syncing, is believed to have been filmed in Egypt and was released at midnight UK time. Already we are seeing an outpouring of positive responses and speculation about who the song is about, which, I believe we can all take a guess at. Back to you in the studio.”

Alex quickly takes the remote and logs into YouTube to find the video. It doesn’t take her long due to it already being at the top of the most viewed list. She frowns at seeing the name of the song, ‘Perfect Illusion.’

The video starts playing and the sound of synths begin. 

The camera zooms in on a blonde’s back as they stare out at the barren, white desert in front of them. Even from behind angle the Superfriends can tell it’s Emma.

The camera swivels around and focuses on Emma’s stoic expression.

Alex leans forward as she studies her sister’s face. Kara curls into Ben, hating the broken look in her sister’s hazel eyes.

Emma starts lip syncing perfectly to Robyn’s voice, something that is a bit jarring to everyone. To hear another voice timed with Emma’s lips.

Soon different camera angles flash up on the screen showing Emma stomping and kicking up the white sand around her as she continues to lip sync and perform. The sky continues to shift from a brilliant blue to the colours of sunset.

Lena stays frigid as she watches and listens to the lyrics. When the chorus begins, it breaks her heart in two.

‘It wasn’t love, it wasn’t love

It was a Perfect Illusion.’

The raven haired woman tries to hold it together but her eyes fill with unwanted tears and a lump forms in her throat. 

When the song reaches the second verse the other members of the band are shown within the circular rig and moments of them playing in the warehouse too.

“I knew she was with them!” Lucy says exasperatedly and digs for her phone in her pocket while continuing to watch. 

The second chorus hits and Emma is brokenly staring into the camera with tears streaming down her face. Her passion radiates from the screen.

“Wow.” Ben whispers out, feeling his heart being tugged at the utter pain being portrayed in Emma’s eyes.

Kara sniffs in his arms, wanting to bury her face into them but her eyes are fixed on her sister.

While the chorus proceeds, Emma lip syncs next to the band members, the camera angles tilt, representing her heartbreak and used to make the viewer feel uncomfortable with her.

The song builds and builds until the key change hits. At that exact moment Emma swings the baseball bat, bearing the words ‘FUCK YOU!’ at the camera where it switches to show her hitting a car and denting it like the metal was nothing. Glass explodes around her as Robyn’s vocals increase.

Alex lets out a slow breath as she watches the destruction happening on the screen.

“Super strength?” Brainy asks and Alex nods.

They watch as plates and glasses go flying and crash against the walls. Showing each member giving into their rage.

The final chorus begins and the intensity on the screen almost becomes overwhelming as the scene changes with flashes of light.

But near the end it shifts again and focuses back on Emma by an edge of a cliff. The sapphire sky is a stark contrast against the white of the sand. 

As soon as Robyn utters the last words Emma falls heavily and rolls into the sand. Her face is pained as she voicelessly screams and sobs in the barren, white desert.

The music ends and the camera pans upwards towards the sapphire sky, the sound of Emma’s anguished breathing fills the room and the video ends.

The Superfriends don’t move or say anything, but continue to stare at the tv.

The silence is broken as Lena sniffs heavily and lowers her head into her hands. Her tears slip from her eyes and her curly hair shields her face from the others.

“Lee.” Sam utters quietly and slides off the sofa to comfort the raven haired woman. 

Anguished muffled words sound out from Lena’s hands.

“What was that?”

Lena lowers her hands. “I did that to her.” She chokes out and a sob breaks through. Immediately Sam pulls her into a hug.

“I don’t think it was just aimed at you.” Alex says softly while she continues to stare at the TV. “We need to find her and fast.”

The others nod around her and the notion of a games night and pizza is forgotten as they race to the DEO.

— — —

“Then we searched through footage around London, trying to find a hint of you.” Alex explains, her eyes shining with tears.

‘That’s why you all appeared so quickly?’ Fay voices Emma’s question.

“Yes.” Brainy responds. “We were monitoring every security camera by major attractions.” 

“As soon as the bus crashed through the barriers we suited up.” Nia explains and Emma nods.

Her eyes fall on Lena who seems fixated with her hands.

“So, question.” Robyn raises her hand again and glances at Lucy. “If you knew she was with me then-”

“Well, it was more of a hunch and you can’t plant bugs in someone’s home on a hunch.” Lucy shrugs and winks at the singer.

“Noted.” Robyn says softly. “But why not pursue it?”

Lucy swallows and her eyes flick over to Emma’s. “I wanted to. Believe me I wanted to catch the next flight to London, but I knew Emma needed time and I wanted her to come back on her own.”

Emma nods and signs her thanks to her friend.

“And Robyn, are you happy with their explanation about Lena?” Alistair asks and Robyn purses her lips forward.

“I guess. I mean if anything like that happened within my band, and we are as close knit as you guys, then yea. Happy, no, but I understand.”

“Good.” Alistair nods and gives Robyn a warm smile. “Are there any other questions relating to what has been said?” Alistair asks, opening the space to the group.

“I have one.” Kara says quietly and Alistair motions for her to continue. The blonde focuses on Emma, who can tell her sister doesn’t want to ask what is in her mind.

“It is okay.” Emma signs reassuringly. 

“Did, I mean, were those words-” Kara says quickly but falters and goes to fiddle with her glasses. However they weren’t there as she had forgotten she hadn’t put them on today, so she ran them through her hair.

‘Did I mean them?’ Emma tilts her head, finishing Kara’s sentence for her.

“Yea.”

The room holds their breath, waiting for Emma’s answer.

‘I did.’

Everyone’s shoulders deflate other than Robyn, Alistair and Fay.

‘But that’s what art is.’ Emma tries to explain. ‘At that moment I was angry, hurt, upset and I needed to express it. The words and melody came quickly and before I knew it the song was there.’ Emma glances over at Robyn who nods, remembering how Emma’s pencil flew across the paper while she wrote the lyrics.

“It came from her heart.” Robyn says softly, focusing everyone’s attention on her. “Music is generally the same notes over and over, but it’s what you have to say that counts. And Emma chose to play out her pain.”

‘It’s just a moment in time.’ Emma adds.

“But do you still feel the same way?” Kara asks hesitantly and Emma pauses. Her eyes find Lena again, who slowly raises her head to watch Emma’s answer. She freezes when her apprehensive eyes connect with Emma’s.

‘I want to say no, but I’d be lying to you.’

“Which Emma is allowed to feel.” Alistair quickly interjects, feeling the build up of confusion and hurt in the room.

“How can we move forward and help you see we were wrong?” Sam asks while holding Alex’s hand.

Emma shrugs, unsure herself.

“May I offer a few suggestions?” Alistair injects and Emm nods. “You all experienced trauma that day, not just Emma. I believe doing group exercises, your film and game nights will help. Also-” Alistair pauses as he looks between the sisters. “You don’t need to do this right away, but Eliza told me the apartment where the attack happened is still empty. When you three feel ready, it might give you some healing to go back and make peace with what happened.” His eyes focus on Alex in particular who shifts in her seat.

The sisters nod in unison.

The rest of the session goes by quickly and soon the sun has set. They finish and say their goodbyes to the couple, offering for Lily to stay with Emma to help her heal.

“She has taken a great liking to you.” Fay smiles widely after hugging Emma. “See you soon.”

Emma waves goodbye and goes back into the house to eat dinner with her family with Lily staying close by her side. 

The atmosphere is relaxed and the group joke and laugh as they eat. Afterwards the group decides to go down to the beach and build a bonfire to enjoy the crystal clear night. They sit and roast marshmallows while drinking rich hot chocolate. 

Emma is listening to Winn, Kara, Lena and Brainy debate something sciency, but she cannot keep up with their discussion. However, she enjoys how passionate they are when trying to support their theory. Even if Winn gets overly exasperated to the point Ayla has to pull him back.

Emma grins and takes the last gulp of her drink before getting up.

“You okay?” Nia asks and Emma nods, motioning she is going to the water.

She stands by the water’s edge as it gently laps against the sand and takes a deep breath. Finally feeling like things could, possibly, get back to some normality. Although she still felt apprehensive about what the future could hold and whether things could repeat themselves again.

‘I AM YOUR DOOM!’

Emma flinches and frowns slightly at the monstrous voice that plays out in her mind and she remembers her dream from this morning. The same grotesque monster that demolished National City. But this time, it had destroyed her family as well.

Emma shivers at the memory, her sisters covered in blood, eyes fully dilated, staring at nothing. It had felt so real and she can’t help but feel a sense of dread.

“Hey.” Two voices greet her, making Emma jump out of her skin and slip on the sand. 

“Wow!” Alex and Kara grab a hold of her to steady her footing.

“You okay?” Kara asks in concern and Emma nods, running a hand through her hair.

“We can go if-” Alex starts to say but Emma firmly shakes her head and pulls her sisters into a group hug.

They tightly hold onto each other and Emma places a kiss on their heads. Still not used to the new height difference.

“I love you.” She whispers, causing both of her sisters to tear up and Alex to lower her head.

“Love you too.” Kara responds back and sucks in her bottom lip. “Can I ask you something?”

Emma nods and Kara steps out of the hug while Alex clings to Emma, who rests her head against Alex’s.

“So, you said you still feel the same way? That it was an illusion?” Kara shuffles on her feet, worried about the answer Emma will give.

Emma takes a deep intake of breath and straightens up, allowing Alex to look at her.

She swallows and feels her throat, wanting to voice her words rather than sign them.

“I still feel- disappointed.” Emma whispers out and coughs. Kara superspeeds to grab a bottle of water and hands it to her. Emma nods her thanks and takes a few sips before continuing. “I needed you both and you weren’t there but you were for Lena.”

“I can see how that looks.” Alex says softly and steps back but keeps ahold of Emma’s hand. Seeing this, Kara takes the other. “I can’t say anything other than I’m sorry.” Alex begins. “You are my sister and you mean the world to me. I would never choose anyone over you and I’m sorry it felt that way.”

Kara nods in agreement. “Yea, I’m sorry.” Kara agrees. “But our love for you has never been an illusion. You’re our sister and we love you no matter what.”

Emma sniffs and her sisters pull her into another hug before they start heading back to the group. 

“Oh and Mom wants to know your thoughts about New Years tomorrow.” Alex asks and Emma gazes at her questionaly. “If you wanna go to the party or stay at home.”

“Am I expected?” Emma asks and the sisters share a look, which Emma catches.

“Well the town knows you are here-” Kara begins and Emma nods.

“We can always go for a bit and come home.”

“Good plan.” Alex nods and squeezes her shoulder before they separate. Alex heads for Sam and Ruby roasting marshmallows and Kara goes over to Ben who is joking with Eliza.

Emma approaches Robyn, who hands Emma her new guitar to play. Emma grins and sits on a blanket, she softly strums the guitar while listening to the conversations around her. In time she stares into the fire and her eyes become unfocused and distant as she watches the dancing flame. 

“May I sit here?”

A velvet voice says next to her, causing Emma to blink and look up to see Lena standing there with two steaming mugs.

Emma nods and passes the guitar back to Robyn, who gazes at Lena with less animosity than she had done. 

Lena kneels down and hands her one of the mugs.

“It always amazes me how beautiful you make music sound.” Lena utters while making herself more comfortable.

Emma gives her a small smile and takes a sip of the hot chocolate. A moan escapes her lips from the velvety taste, making Lena smile and chuckle. 

“I agree it’s good.” Lena takes a sip of her own before lowering her mug to her lap. “Can I tell you something?”

Emma nods and sits so she is facing Lena more.

Lena takes in a nervous, deep breath. “I understand your process of writing songs. You write from the depths of your soul and are able to connect with others. But please know, my love for you, it wasn’t an illusion. I just wanted you to know that.”

Emma lowers her head for a moment, unsure how she can respond to that.

Placing her mug on the ground she goes to sign.

“You broke my heart.”

“I know and I will regret it for the rest of my life. If I could go back and change it, I would. But I can’t. All I can do now is try to support you the best way I can. If you’ll let me?”

Emma nods slowly. “Maybe we can rebuild our friendship?” Her eyes fall to Lena's chest, where the ring sits, hidden by the raven haired beauties clothes.

- Being an adopted alien, like Kara. Except your power allow you to control fire, vibrations, and shockwaves. Also flying and enhanced senses, strength and speed. Shapeshifting, but the downside to that is that it can be quite painful.

- Kara likes to roughhouse with you because she can. She likes that you can keep up with her. However, you guys have to do it outside. Eliza was furious the first time you did it because you both destroyed the living room.

- Growing up, Alex got insecure a lot because she had two superpowered younger sisters. But she got over it because you both are basically puppies. She would beat up anyone who messed with you guys.

- There was one time Alex found you staring at an electric can opener because you didn’t know how to use it. You almost gave up and were going to simply bite through the can when Alex showed you how to use it. After that, you went to her for help on everything.

- While you didn’t wear glasses like Kare because you didn’t have X-ray vision, you did wear discrete noise cancelling earbuds because your hearing would often got overwhelming. More so than Kara’s. But after a while, you got the hang of it and didn’t have to wear them anymore.

- Listening to your sisters heart beats. You don’t know why, but that is what often calmed you down. 

-When your sisters left for national city, you were right behind them. You didn’t want to be without them and they didn’t want to be without you. You moved into Kara’s apartment because she wanted to have you close. Cuddles were an almost nightly thing before you both went to bed. 

- Working at Catco with Kara as well. You had dabbled in photography as kid and Cat Grant hired you on the spot after looking at your portfolio. Which left you surprised.

- When Alex’s plan ended up going down, you saved it with Kara. The two of you ended up getting an ear full but the both of you agreed that it was something you wanted to continue.

- Originally, you were against telling Winn, but Kara gave you puppy eyes and you broke. You snorted when he thought she was a lesbian. Kara looked at you and you both simply walked over the edge of the roof. You felt bad for almost giving Winn a heart attack.

- You weren’t Kryptonian so your suit didn’t have the House of El symbol. Your suit was black with blue accents (much like alex’s suit.) Your cape was black on top but the underside was blue as well.

- Cat Grant named you Supernova. It was well known that you had no relation to the Kryptonians, but you were always partnered with Supergirl so Cat wanted you guys to have some kind of link to your names. It was fitting because you would set your hands on fire when you fought. Sprinkle in the small quakes and vibrations, it was a perfect name. 

- When you found out Alex worked at the DEO, you were hurt. more so than Kara. You and Alex would always tell each other everything. But, after a while, you understood. She was working at a top secret organization. She couldn’t exactly tell you that. 

- When Alex came out to you as a lesbian, you came out to her as one as well. The both of you sat in awkward silence for a monet before you started laughing. You pulled her into a hug then went off to tell Kara.

- Kara was confused at first but totally supportive.

- When you met Maggie, you smiled and thought she was good for your sister. She started calling Kara “Little Danvers” and you “Baby Danvers” Mush you yours and Kara’s dismay.

- You weren’t as invincible as Kara. While bullets didn’t hurt you, missiles and alien weapons could cause severe injuries. 

- When you were hurt, it was full stop for your sisters. They dropped everything to make sure you got better. If it was really bad, they’d panic and J’onn would have to force them out of the room, even though he himself was worried.

- The Superfriends were also super protective of you. At the alien dive bar one night, you were at the counter waiting for the drinks when a guy came up to you and started flirting with you. He placed a hand on your thigh and you looked over at your friends silently panicking. You wanted to throw him across the bar but you knew you’d get into trouble. 

- Alex slammed him against the bar with his arm pinned behind his back and James dragged him and threw him outside. Maggie threatened to have him arrested while Kara and Winn made sure you were alright. 

- When you met Lena ( I love supercorp, but I love the B!DxLena ship a lot.) The whole world stopped. Massive gay panic ensued.

- Kara and Alex would tease you non stop about your crush on her.

-They invited her to game night and eventually you worked up the courage to ask her out. She was very shocked to say the least. 

You and some friends decided to race motorcycles after work. Usually you would have declined, it was dangerous and illegal and you didn’t do stuff like that anymore. But you were feeling rebellious and compulsive and you missed Lena. You didn’t tell her you were here but you knew she would find out... she always did. 

You were having fun racing your friends when you see your girlfriend’s car, and inside a very angry girlfriend. You stopped riding and looked at her, and she got out of the car. 

“Y/N Danvers what the hell do you think your doing?” Lena yelled. 

“Calm down Lena I’m just having some fun” you replied.

“Calm down? Don’t tell me to calm down Y/N you could’ve gotten hurt? Come on we’re leaving” Lena said.

“Lena you’re freaking out for no reason, it’s not a big deal” you said, knowing you were pushing it.

Lena stop yelling and said in her most serious tone, “Get in the car. Now”.

You knew by her tone it was time to stop messing around, so you listened and got into the car with Lena. 

You start to explain, “Lena-”

But she cuts you off, “I don’t want to hear it right now. We’ll talk when we get home”

You gulp and nod. You both ride the rest of the way home in silence. Your anxiety was bubbling with wondering how she would react when you got home. 

You felt your stomach drop when you reached your destination. You both silently got out of the car and walked in.

“Take off your pants” Lena said sternly.

“Lena come on, I don’t think-” you started.

Lena cut you off, “Pants off. Now.”

You gulped, “Yes Lena”

“Yes who?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes Miss Luthor” you said quickly, taking off your pants. You stood there, pantless, waiting for her next instruction.

“Now your panties” Lena said.

“But Lena-“ you said.

“No buts Y/N. You were reckless and irresponsible and you need to be punished.” Lena said matter-of-factly.

You sighed and took off your panties, while Lena went to sit on the couch. She motioned for you to follow.

“Get on my lap, bottom up” Lena said.

You did what she said and crawled on top of Lena.

“Y/N are you okay with this?”

You nod and she adds, “Darling, I need to hear you say it”

“Yes Miss Luthor” you respond.

Lena gives you a small smile, “Good girl”.

She gives your bottom a small rub, as if preparing you and without warning slapped down on it.. hard.

You winced out in pain as she spanked you.. again... and again... and again. With every spank, more and more tears were gathering in your eyes. By the time she got to 20, you were sobbing.

“All done baby, you did so good” Lena said, rubbing your behind as you cried.

Lena let herself up, letting you stay to rest for a bit. She walked away, and got the tub running. She came back and helped you up and into the tub. You cried out as you first got in, but then the pain started to dull. You let Lena take care of you, cleaning you, and washing your hair. When she was all done she helped you stand up and wrapped a towel around you. She led you to your bedroom and handed you soft sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear. After you got dressed, you burst out crying.

“What's the matter sweetheart, does it still hurt?” Lena asked.

You shook your head no, “I’m so sorry Lena”

Lena motioned for you to get into bed with her, “Baby it’s okay, you did something bad but you got punished and now all is forgiven. You’re still my good girl, okay?”

“Okay” you said, crawling into bed with her.

She stroked your hair, comforting you and finally spoke up, “Can I ask you why you have been acting out lately?”

You cleared your throat, “I just... I just wanted your attention. I miss you.”

Lena smiled, “Oh baby you don’t have to try and get yourself killed to get my attention. And I know, I have been working a lot and giving you less approval.. It’s just you’ve been doing so good that I didn’t think you needed it. I love you so much and I’ll make sure to give you all the attention and praise you deserve from now on”

“You pinky swear?” you asked quietly.

Lena laughed at your childish and adorable manner and held out her pinkie, “Yes I pinkie swear”

You smiled, “Thanks Lena. And I promise too.. no more motorcycle races”

You let out a massive yawn, stretching your legs and rubbing your eyes slightly as the harsh blue light from your phone illuminates the entire room. You wince slightly as you squint, picking up your phone to see what all the commotion was about. Four missed calls from Alex, and six missed calls from Lena. You mumble obscenities under your breath as you get a rapid string of texts from Alex.

“Y/N It’s Kara. She got exposed to red kryptonite again, find Lena and get somewhere safe NOW.” You let out a soft gasp. You remember what happened the last time Kara had been exposed to red kryptonite… you still have nightmares. The first thing you do is call Lena. No answer.

“Come on, come on, come on.” You mutter as you try calling her another two times. “Dammit Luthor. Please be okay”

You throw on your clothes, grab your keys, and in a matter of minutes you were in your car flying down the road to LCorp. You were panicking, your mind racing at the thought of Lena being hurt by Kara. You trust your sister with your life, but when red kryptonite was involved, she just wasn't herself.

Your car peels into the parking garage, and you sprint to the elevator. You slam your finger onto the button marked “Labs” about a hundred times before the doors to the elevator even shut. You’re  bouncing on the balls of your feet, and shaking. It seems like ages pass as the elevator descends, eventually finally reaching your destination.

The sound of your boots against the cold polished cement floor resounds throughout the large open room, echoing across the steel and stone walls. “Lena??” You call out to what seems like an empty void. Before you could shout her name again, your phone vibrates in your pocket. It’s from Lena…

“Hey I’m almost to your apartment! Alex told me about Kara. Have a bag packed, we have to get to my safehouse. See you soon, okay?”

“Shit…” You said quietly to yourself.

You turn around, still looking at your messages, to start heading back to the elevator when you collide with someone, causing you to drop your phone as you start to type out your reply. It bounces slightly, landing near the elevator. You stare at the figure in front of you, and your heart sinks deep into your chest, forming a pit in your stomach. You see the unmistakable blue fibers of supergirl’s suit, and your eyes slowly move up, glancing over the ever famous insignia on her chest, finally resting at her face. You swallow hard when you see the red glow pulse through her neck and spread throughout her face.

“Hey… Kara!” You say, feigning a smile.

“Y/N you are the LAST person I wanted to see right now.” she says, her tone unfamiliar and cold. She places her hands on your shoulders, and shoves you to the ground, you let out a sharp intake of breath, realizing that you are truly alone, and unable to call for help.  I could say the same about you. You think to yourself, knowing its best not to provoke her when she’s in this state.

“Kara… I know this isn’t you. It's the red kryptonite…”

“Oh, please. Spare me.” Her words sting, laced with malice.

“I know you would never hurt me.” you say, slowly scooting away from her. “Come back to me, please.” You plead with her, trying desperately to get through to her, despite knowing that it’s a lost cause.

“God, you’re pathetic!” Kara scoffs, slowly descending to the floor, on one knee. She grabs your chin and yanks your face up, forcing you to lock eyes. Her face contorts into a look of disgust and pity. “You are nothing, nobody.” With every word, she gripped your chin harder. You tried to hide your pain, not wanting to antagonize her, but the words hurt just as much as her hold on your face. She stands up, and releases your chin, sauntering around you, still on the cold floor.

“You know what amazes me?” You swallow hard and hum in response.

“Hmm?”

“You and Lena…”

“Excuse me?” you say, your voice breaking slightly.

“Lena is… so unbelievably smart, and beautiful, and talented. She is actually worth something, unlike you.”

“K- Kara, please stop.”

“Now now, don’t beg.” She says in a cloyingly sweet voice, crawling with hate. “You aren’t even a real Danvers. Real Danvers have something going for them. You disgust me.” Her anger was almost tangible. You reached your limit, the last words broke you. You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer, you started to sob silently, looking to the ground.

“Crying, are you? This is pitiful.PITIFUL.” Her voice rose in volume, and she ran to you, rearing her leg back before kicking you almost full force in your ribcage, sending you flying along the floor and into a large metal cabinet, stacked high with glass displays of chemicals and samples. As your body collided with the metal, it created a large dent, and sent the displays above you crashing down, shattering as they landed on your body. The noise was immeasurably loud. You lay there briefly, a crumpled heap, entirely motionless as you began to bleed from numerous cuts from the glass all over the entire left side of your body. There was an especially large cut running from your neck to your collarbone, that was bleeding quite a bit more than the others, forming a small pool of blood on the floor as it dripped, from your semi-conscious body. You struggled with trying to breathe, letting out a small and slow groan. You can feel blood running down your eyebrow, and onto the floor. The pain is so intense, you feel like vomiting. You try to sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows, and you look up trying to see where Kara is.

“Kara… I forgive you.” you croak out, spitting out the blood that had pooled in your mouth. Right as you look up, Kara’s fist collides with the side of your face, knocking you unconscious.

“Y/N??” Lena asks to your empty apartment. “Darling? Did you pack your bag? It’s Kara we have to get somewhere safe…” “Y/N?” she asks again, as she opens the door to your room. “Oh no... “ she sees your keys, phone, and bag are all missing. A pit forms in her stomach as she realises what happened. She immediately pulls out her phone to call Alex.

“Did you get them?”

“No, Alex listen, Y/N went to my labs, they aren’t home. We need to get there, now.”

“On it. I’ll get a squad. Meet me outside.”

You get your hearing back first, you scowl at the ringing in your ears. When that clears up, you realize the pure chaos that had erupted around you.  There’s screaming coming from all directions, loud bangs, followed by even more screaming. You slip in and out of consciousness, slowly getting the rest of your senses back. Someone- Kara, is holding you up like a human shield. Before you can regain full consciousness, a bullet grazes your left arm, causing you to wince in pain. You can hear Kara laughing behind you, and a tear rolls down your cheek. You were shaking uncontrollably, feeling dizzy. Your eyes were unable to focus on anything. You could barely make out the lab around you, you could hear the shouts of your sister amongst the gunshots. She brought the DEO in. You are being rescued. Your eyes settle on the raven-haired woman hiding behind cover nearby. She was holding some sort of gun with a faint green glow emitting from the barrel. You gave her a confused look, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“Lena…?” you whisper, a slight smile appears at the corners of your mouth. Even now, she looked like an angel.