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From: Cat Grant <[email protected]> To: CatCoStaff-All

Subject: Pokémon Go in the Workplace

Good morning,

As you all know from our feature in the entertainment section of this weekend’s copy of The Tribune, a new mobile app has taken the city by storm. Although I recognize its potential for community building, such games may not be played during work hours, like all personal activities. Any violations of this policy will constitute an offense to be documented in your personnel file, and repeated offenses will result in termination, effective immediately.

You may direct any and all questions to Norma in HR.

Cat Grant CEO and Founder, CatCo Worldwide Media

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A quiet ding—barely audible to most humans—drew Kara’s attention away from the pile of mail she’d been sorting through and back to her computer.

KathMeIfYouCan: Snorlax 2 steps away in bullpen! Report back re direction

NotThrowingAwayMySchott: 1 step from my desk. Proceed with caution

Carefully easing her phone out of her pocket, Kara darts a glance back at Cat’s office, finding her boss still glaring at her computer screen and muttering quiet obscenities under her breath. She launches the app and waits for it to load, holding her breath each time Cat shifts. But then it’s finally open, and yes, she accepts the risks and won’t go trespassing (though she will break the rules at work). Quickly pulling up the Pokémon tracker, Kara sighs at the sight of the one little footprint still hovering beneath the Snorlax outline.

Lowering her phone brightness to practically nothing, Kara carries a piece of junk mail over to the shredder, then swings wide as she traipses back to her desk. Still nothing. And if it was one step for Winn, then it must be…

She gulps and glances over at Cat’s desk.

She does have mail that Cat would want to see. And maybe just the tiniest hint of superspeed could be justified. Just this once.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she approaches Cat’s desk, and she practically squeaks as her phone vibrates in her pocket. Well, at least that settles the question of where that pesky Snorlax was napping.

Supercat week, day one: enemies to lovers. An imagining of what might have happened if Cat and Kara were reporters at the Daily Planet at the same time. Spoiler alert: they do not get along.

There was a spring in Kara’s step as she glanced around the Daily Planet’s bullpen, her eyes wide with glee, taking in the people bustling around, the sound of frantic typing and hushed phonecalls reaching her ears.

She’d spent the morning in HR, doing her orientation, but now she was being released into the wild, left to her own devices to set up her desk and settle in, to take her first tentative steps into her dream career.

Behind her, the elevator doors pinged open, and someone bumped into her a moment later, papers scattering, and Kara was quick to bend down to help pick them up, an apology on her lips even though she hadn’t technically done anything wrong.

“What a stupid place to stand.” The voice was annoyed, and Kara turned her head and came face-to-face with a pair of devastating green eyes. “Now these are all out of order.” The woman snatched the pages that Kara had gathered from her hands, neatening them into a pile as she straightened up. “Are you mute?”

“I… no. And okay, maybe I shouldn’t be standing here, but shouldn’t you have been looking where you were going?”

General Danvers & Supercat Week 5  |  Day 6  |  Family

Ex: introducing a new family member, family time

Summary:  After struggling to get Guardian Angel Kara Zor-El to act like a proper angel, Archangel Astra In-Ze thought her struggles were over and Heaven could return to it's nice, peaceful state. Then Alex Danvers shows up.

Excerpt: Archangel Astra In-Ze sighs in relief as she watches Kara lead her wife from the Council chamber. For all that this has never happened, Astra wishes them well. Kara’s grown from the young angel who could never understand the purpose of an angel’s life. She’s seen the beauty of the universe, personified in the human she came to love. Change in Heaven might be unheard of, but Astra doesn’t believe it’s such a terrible thing. Not when it’s shown through love like that.

By BridgetteIrish

Pairing: SuperCat (and briefly several others)

Notes: Written for @supercatweek.  SuperCat Week 3 - Day 8: Creator’s Choice

Thank you to @reginalovesemma for the beta.  As always, you elevate my work.

Read on AO3

Danny

Kara didn’t think anyone would share her mark.  The interlocking circles were simple, but clear, slightly raised on her forearm just above her wrist.  She traced them with her fingers and quietly mourned whatever handsome Kryptonian boy or pretty Kryptonian girl died bearing this mark.  And now Kara would never meet them.  They were just… gone… wiped from the stars with her family and her world.

Alex climbed out the window and sat next to Kara.  She watched as Kara traced her heart mark and smiled.  “There’s someone out there for you, Kara.” Kara tucked her arm back into her sweater and wrapped her arms around her knees.  She turned her head to Alex, but didn’t respond.

Alex reached out and exposed the heart mark again.  “I’ve seen at least five people with that mark in the last week, Kara.  It’s a really common one.”

“What?  I thought…”

Alex smiled.  “The cashier at the grocery store has it.  And Mr. Donaldson,” Kara wrinkled her nose.  “I know, gross, right? And that pretty girl at the ice cream shop?”  Alex nudged Kara with her shoulder, making her blush furiously.

“On earth,” Alex explained.  “Heart marks aren’t always unique.  Some marks are really common.”  She rolled up her own sleeve.  “Some are really rare.”  She traced the wave-like parallel lines on her own arm.

Alex looked up at the stars.  “Your soulmate didn’t necessarily die on Krypton, Kara.  Just open yourself up to new possibilities.”

Kara smiled and leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder.  

“Danny Muscovitz has your mark,” Alex hedged subtly.

Kara gasped and met Alex’s eyes, looking for a sign of Alex’s usual teasing.  “Really?”

When She Sees You

Okay, this one’s kinda short, but I wrote it first for supercat week. I think it’s really cute, and just be aware, this is a lot less cocky Kara and a whole lot more scientifically advanced Cat. Well, a bit. Cat knows her languages, it’s a thing she likes learning. Kryptonian is one of those languages. This is set before the series, the time Kara comes in for her interview, as we see a flashback of in season 1. It doesn’t go quite the same way.

Rated teen +. Trust me, I could do more, but… I had 7 stories to write in a week, so yeah. You want a follow up? DM me on Tumblr or here in the comments, and I’ll do my best. I’m a bit busy this month, since the Calgary Comic and Entertainment Expo is around, and I have the best cosplay I have ever put together this year. I can’t wait for all of you to see it, there will be hundreds of pics after May 1st.

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The day Kara’s world tilted off it’s regular set axis was the day she walked into Cat’s office and everything suddenly came into full colour. On Krypton, there was a rhythm to finding love. From birth, you saw colour, but you missed one. The eye colour of the person destined to you. Once you found your soulmate, saw him or her for the first time, you suddenly saw that colour as well. It was shocking, a stunning reveal, and never in history had this chosen fate been incorrect. For instance, Kara’s blue eyes would mean that her soulmate would never see blue until he saw her. And vice versa. Kara actually much liked the idea, but assumed she would always be alone, since Krypton was gone, and on Earth they had no such customs. Kara just boiled it down to say she’d always be alone, and considered her friends here her family, even Cat, her boss.

But standing here, stalk still, for her interview with Cat Grant, Kara’s words failed her. Suddenly everything was bright, and she could see the trees and the weirdly coloured mug on the desk, and leaves, and… Cat’s beautiful green eyes. Green. That was her colour. The one she’d never seen before. Kara swallowed, barely managing to keep her balance, and felt her world blue around her and her lips part. Kara stared, transfixed, at those beautiful orbs of colour while everything inside her mind shifted and regrouped, her past coming back like a sharp blade to her heart, and Kara spoke.

Without realizing her actions, the next words that escaped Kara’s lips were old, and curled with her ancient accent, and beautiful with her bold bell like voice, and… Kryptonian.

My confirmed soulmate, to you, our unity, only you, forever, beautiful.

Rahzh Ewuhsh Zrhymin, vo Rraop Kah Uchahvia, Chaviah Rraop uldif, Zrhueaio.

And then she fainted.

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The next thing Kara saw was blurry faces and soft green eyes staring back at her. Kara felt soft hands on cheek, heard startled voices, but one tone above all others, from this woman. This woman. Cat Grant.

Kara blinked a few times, squinting, trying to block out the bright light. Suddenly everything was way too strong, the ceiling lights, the sunlight off the balcony doors, the stark white and cream of the office, and mostly, Cat’s wild green, worried eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Kara sighed at the voice, and lolled her head to the side, into the gold pillow beside her as her heart beat a wild drumbeat against her ribs, her mind racing and spinning, making Kara dizzy and weak all over again. Kara wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but couldn’t make the words come. The feeling of Cat’s fingers, so delicate and soft, over her skin, gently brushing her hair from her forehead, Kara’s body arched closer to the touch despite her will to stay put flat the the soft cushions of the sofa.

“Can you hear me? Say something. Do you need me to call you an ambulance?”

Kara shook her head no, just barely, and whispered the only words that came to her mind right then. The only words she had for this beautiful woman.

My one. My soulmate. I have found you.

Rahzh chahv. Rahzh zrhymin. Khuhp Kehp Ahvrig rraop.

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Something clicked in Cat’s mind at those words. The word zrhymin. Cat knew it. It wasn’t human. It was… Kryptonian.

Cat looked up abruptly at the staff all standing around her, unsure of what they should do, a little dizzy in her mind, and told them to leave, to leave her alone with this girl. Cat knew. Even the queen of all media had hobbies, and besides writing short stories and shopping for shoes and fountain pens, Cat had a slight obsession with Superman and his language. Cat loved languages, she knew several fluently, and despite not knowing it as much as she would prefer, she knew the rumors about aliens. One of those rumors proven true, among a few other small ones, that certain aliens had soulmates.

Cat had rarely believed in such fancy things, but if aliens from thousands of light years away lived on earth, with powers and strength, well then Cat had to wonder, maybe soulmates weren’t such a stretch after all, considering.

Cat watched as everyone slowly left, talking and gossiping already, and turned back to the girl still lying on her sofa. Her eyes were on everything, every sparkle, every glint and shine, squinting at them, then looking at Cat nervously, meeting her eyes.

Cat stared into those blue blue eyes, just like Superman’s, and realized now she must be somehow related to him, not just one of his kind. She had to be… close to him. Those blue eyes, so dark and wild… there were stars in those beautiful blue orbs. Constellations. A whole new universe.

That one word repeated like a drum in Cat’s mind, one of the few words of Kryptonian she knew. Zrhymin. Soulmate. Kryptonians had one soulmate. One and one alone. That much Cat knew of the alien race, from her lengthy studies of it. And by the way this girl was staring at everything, anything, staring at anything green, Cat figured out what was happening. All of a sudden everything was still and clear, and despite Cat’s shock and sheer wonder at what had just happened in the last 10 minutes, she couldn’t help a smile.

Underneath her cold office attitude, she was a romantic at heart. And wasn’t it the most romantic thing to imagine finding the one person you’re meant to be with, after probably imagining you never would. Cat grinned at the beautiful girl and grasped her fingers, bringing them up to her lips for a soft kiss. If Cat was this girl’s one soulmate in the universe, well, she wouldn’t deny the girl. She thought about her previous marriages, failed, twice, and her son, Carter, and decided trying again might not be a bad idea, even if this girl was easily half her age.

“I’ve got you. Take your time relaxing. What’s you’re name?”

“Kara Dan… uh, Kara. Kara Zor-El.”

“Zrhueaio, Kara Zor-El.” Cat whispered, one of the few words Cat knew how to properly pronounce, pulling the shaking girl into a tight hug. It would take a while for her to calm down, if what Cat had read was true. It was a traumatic experience, suddenly seeing colour, light, more than you ever knew. Cat knew it would take the girl time, and she was only just glad that this girl was lucky enough to find her soulmate, who knew some of her world. It was better than a stranger to it entirely. Cat took a deep breath against the girl’s skin, and sighed. This would be hard. But, hopefully, worthwhile in the end. “Rraop nahn zehdh.”

Strung Together

Supercat Week 3, Day 4: Red String of Fate

Collab with the magnificent @thewritelauren. She gave me an idea, and I drew it. Then she whipped up a oneshot, and brought it to life.  ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

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Summary:          

Cat and Kara have been feeling an undeniable pull towards each other ever since Kara revealed herself after Myriad. Also Cat's employees screwed up.... again.

“I was thinking that if we change this article on page seventeen and move it to the front we could improve the format of the…” Cat let the soothing lilt of Kara’s voice lull her into oblivion, that place between paying attention and sleep. She was utterly exhausted; they had been fixing the train wreck of an issue since six o'clock in the morning when the disaster in question had landed on Cat's desk.  She was utterly unsure how it had gotten so far up the chain without someone flagging it for its content. When they finished, heads would roll; Cat would be damned if they didn't. “Cat…. Cat?” She was jolted out of her daze by Kara's voice. She loved the way that Kara said her name. It sounded soft, sweet, perfect. She should've given Kara permission ages ago. “Are you feeling okay, Cat?” Kara asked nonchalantly, her tone betraying the concern in her voice. Cat let out a sigh, “I’m fine, Kara, just tired, as I’m sure you are as well. You know you can go home anytime right? You aren’t getting overtime for this.” Cat said. She offered Kara a small smirk, far too exhausted to give her the real thing. Kara rolled her eyes and grinned in response. "Yes, it’s all about the money for me, Cat," she teased. "I have my eye on buying up half of your company.” She stood and grabbed her purse. Cat’s throat clenched; she hadn’t actually expected her to leave. “See you tomorrow, Kiera.” she reverted the name in order to stifle the feeling of disappointment threatening to overcome her. “I’m not leaving, Cat," Kara offered her that damned smile again. "I am just going to grab us some ‘fuel’, you seem a bit tired and I know I could use a snack.” Cat laughed, “When aren’t you hungry, Kara?” Kara’s cheeks pinked and she shrugged. “I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to Noonan’s.” She rushed out the office. Cat watched her leave and felt her heart flutter as a realization crashed over her like a tidal wave. She didn’t want Kara to leave, even just for coffee. She almost got up and went with her but she valiantly resisted the urge. “Control yourself," she muttered to the empty room. She had been getting worse the more she learned about Kara. She wanted to be near her almost constantly. She’d thought that it was sufficiently in control, but it didn’t look like she was going to last for much longer. "You can do this," she said to herself. "It's not like you're in love with her." Cat froze. She was in love with Kara Danvers.

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“Name?”

Cat blinks at the woman with her false, bright smile and the clipboard clutched in her hands. It’s been so long since she’s been asked for her name instead of greeted with it.

“Cat.” After a beat, she adds, “Grant,” to be safe.

“Perfect, you’ll be in room 6, right down that hallway and to your right.”

Cat nods at her and pulls her suitcase forward, already missing the amenities of her preferred hotels. But she’s being treated like everyone else, which is just what her publisher recommended. For the next three weeks, she’s just another no name writer trying to chip away at a book project that has landed her with the worst writer’s block she’s ever had in a decades-long career.

After struggling with her bag and a finicky key, Cat finally manages to get through the doorway. The room is…adequate. No television, for obvious reasons, but there’s a nice desk and big bay windows where the last lingering rays of sunlight are filtering through. She shudders to think about how many other people have slept in the bed but decides to ignore it for the moment in favor of hanging up her clothes before they can wrinkle any more than they already have in her suitcase.

By the time she’s finished unpacking and showering, the sun has officially set, and she’s beginning to regret not stopping for dinner on her drive from the airport. Not that she thinks there’s really much around here she would deign to eat. There may have been a 24-hour diner off the side of the interstate, but otherwise it was all hills and nature as far as the eye could see. Which, again, was something she had theoretically agreed to. Even if her publisher had made it sound a bit more…relaxing than it seemed so far.

Fishing out the schedule she’d been given from her bag, Cat skims through the Day 1 itinerary. Supposedly there’s a “get to know you” happy hour event with drinks and hors d’oeuvres going on in the library. She doesn’t particularly feel like getting to know anyone, but a drink sounds like heaven. So, with a sigh, Cat forces herself to pull on a blazer and slip on a pair of heeled boots to head back down the hallway and into the common areas of the retreat house she’d ignored on her way in.