shenanigans __ Gideon/Kiriona : @ihavethewrongglass

SuperCorp Western AU

“My hat looks lovely on you, Mrs. Luthor-Danvers.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Mrs. Luthor-Danvers.”

“That would be my pleasure, Ma’am.”

This is my gift to the fantastic and wonderful @lisamar1exo for the @creatorsguildsc SuperCorp Through The Ages Gift Exchange. I had a heap of fun making this and I really hope you like it, wifey!

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I’m going to die.

It’s a realization that Lena’s had many times throughout her life, though her gut’s been proven wrong both repeatedly and consistently. 

But this time feels different.

This time, Lena is completely alone and without friends. This time, she is being betrayed by yet another person she trusted. A loyal employee she’d vetted a thousand times over, though apparently all for naught, because he’s now leveling a gun right between her eyes.

I’m going to die. I’m all alone. No one knows I’m here, and I’m going to die.

Even with all this newfound animosity and ever growing rift between her and Kara, Lena knows full well that Supergirl would come save her if she could. Only she can’t. Not when Lena’s trapped in a lab specifically designed to be Kryptonian-proof—undetectable by super-hearing or x-ray vision, but also laced with kryptonite just in case.

It felt like a good idea at the time, but now, all it is, is the reason why Lena’s going to die today.

--

I’m going to die, Lena thinks over and over again, the thought insistent enough to drown out whatever contrived monologue the gunman’s subjecting her to. And it’s all my fault.

In one last ditch effort to defy her intended fate, Lena lunges forward, grabbing for the gun. But that just results in her sprawling across the floor, jaw exploding in pain where the butt of the gun had struck her. She’s woozy all over, vision swirling then dimming as she looks up at her attacker.

I’m going to die…

The barrel of the gun is all she can make out, until a flash of black calls her attention from the far corner. There’s a shout. Some sounds of a scuffle. A distant gunshot or two. Some more scuffling. Then… nothing.

Lena desperately clings onto her consciousness as long as she can, letting go only when she feels strong, yet gentle hands cradling her head. She passes out, completely and gratefully aware of the fact that her gut’s been proven wrong once again.

//

The harsh fluorescent light is the first thing that Lena notices when she comes to. Then the splitting headache. Then the fact that she’s not alone.

“What happened?” Lena croaks, and is immediately acquainted with how painfully bruised her jaw is. “God. Ow.”

“Shh, shh, lie back down.” Alex gently guides Lena back onto the bed, a hand pressed firmly into Lena’s shoulder to keep her there. “You were attacked in your lab, and definitely got a concussion out of it. But we got the guy and you’re going to be okay.”

Lena grimaces as her most recent memories flit through her throbbing head. “How?” she manages to ask. “Did Supergirl…”

Alex shakes her head, shoots a glance behind her.

“Hey…” A woman steps into view. She’s wearing black head to toe, with a mask covering half her face, but Lena could recognize her anywhere because how could she not?

“Andrea,” Lena says in an almost greeting.

Lena is unsure of how she’s meant to feel about this new development. But the grateful smile that her old friend sends her way inevitably tugs at her heartstrings, rendering them taut and tense. Strained. It hurts in that exquisite way that only Andrea ever seems to bring out of her.

“Yup,” Andrea says with a helplessly exhaled laugh. “It’s me… Hi.”

She reaches out with a hesitant hand, fingers still tucked into her palm—as if afraid to unfurl, to touch Lena’s skin despite the clear desire to provide some comfort. Lena slips both her hands under her blanket to remove the temptation altogether, and Andrea immediately takes a step back again.

“Sorry.”

“Why?” Lena demands. But they both know perfectly well why, so she quickly changes gears again, “How did you save me?”

Andrea sighs, looks back to Alex who just shrugs at her. “It’s… a long story.”

“All right. Fine,” Lena says, nodding even though it makes everything above her shoulders throb and ache. “I have time.”

//

Lena needs to get out of town for a while, they decide, just until the people who’ve hired her latest would-be assassin are apprehended. And Lena agrees.

She’ll need a bodyguard, of course—another thing Lena agrees with. But when Supergirl offers up her services, she has to put her foot down.

“Absolutely not,” Lena insists.

“It’s for your own safety,” Supergirl insists right back, just as heated, just as frustrated as Lena feels. “This is your life, we’re talking about here.”

“And what good is that life if I don’t get to live it on my own terms?”

“What are you talking about? People are literally trying to kill you, and I can keep you safe!”

“But you’re not the one who saved this time, Supergirl,” Lena reminds her, and the accompanying smirk feels almost incidental.

Supergirl stares back at Lena, her jaw clenching tight. “You need protection, Lena.”

“I agree, and Andrea can do it.”

“What? No! Acrata hasn’t had any sort of training and—”

“I said…” Lena cuts in emphatically, and Supergirl has no choice to draw back with a sigh, “I want… Andrea.”

//

Andrea agrees to Lena’s proposal, and so does Alex, which means it’s settled despite Supergirl’s clear wishes to the contrary. It’s only a matter of hours before they’re stuck in the backseat of a DEO van together, being driven to an off-site location—a safe house of sorts, apparently. 

“Thank you,” Andrea says eventually.

“What for?” Lena asks before she can stop herself. “If anything, shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?”

“Well… I like knowing that you’re safe. And this way, I’ll know. Either way.”

Lena scoffs. “Ve-ry reassuring. This coming from the person who’s supposed to be keeping me safe.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” Andrea says, her eyeroll somehow both playful and good-natured. “As long as you do everything I say, that is.”

“Hm… Is it too late to change bodyguards?”

“Yes!”

Lena unfortunately has to work very hard to keep from laughing. “Fine. I guess I’ll learn to follow directions then. Within reason, of course.”

“It’s not like I won’t be right there behind you the entire time,” Andrea says. She hesitates, then continues in a softer voice, “You jump, I jump, right?”

Lena refuses to look up, opting instead to keep her eyes on Andrea’s fidgeting hands. I’m going to die, she thinks.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to—” Andrea forces a laugh.

I’m going to die.

“You have every right not to, so... just forget it.”

This is going to kill me.

“It’s stupid, so let’s forget I said anything, okay?”

And what’s more, I’m going to let it.

Honestly, my heart can't handle it. THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US

I don't know where this even came from but it sure made me hungry 😂

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“This is the plan?”

Her question earns her an icy glare and Kara does her best to not shrink back from it because she is Supergirl, damn it and Supergirl doesn't cower from anything, even if that ‘anything’ happens to be her beautiful, gorgeous wife whom she loves so very much, is currently at the peak of her pregnancy and therefore, is also incredibly hormonal.

“Yes Kara, this is the plan-- my plan as I’m the one pushing this baby out of my body so you better not be felling me what I can or can't do with it because so help me god-”

“What- no, no, no, babe-- I’m just simply asking if you're sure.”

Lena's glare intensifies and Kara quickly saves herself.

1. What’s your go to snack?

Lately, it’s been bananas or oranges, but it’s the end of orange season. :( Blueberry season is coming up next month, though!

7. How do you “treat yourself”? 

Usually by buying something - shoes, video game. Or I treat myself with a nap. 

13. Favorite video games?

Whew. Um, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Baldur’s Gate, The Last of Us, Beyond: Two Souls, The Witcher