A kinda terrible pre-reveal scenario and an awful way for the lie to play out.
“Lena! Wait, Lena, listen to me!”
Adrenaline blown green eyes finally settled on her face, but she could see the effort it took to not scan their surroundings.
The idea was immediately rejected, sharp brows drawn tight, jaw set firmly. “Absolutely not.” Kara pushed back, or tried to, but Lena was insistent. “You are far safer with me.”
Kara’s teeth snapped together, her words cut off. She had fed the idea that she was scared—not that she wasn’t, but it wasn’t her own safety on her mind—and now Lena wouldn’t let her out of her sight.
“We need Supergirl,” she tried.
Lena held up her wrist, displayed the watch Kara had given her. “The signal isn’t breaching the facility’s walls. We’re on our own.” Kara’s blink of frustration was interpreted as deflation. As fear. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have brought you here, but I’ll make sure you get out,” Lena promised, the words rushed, but so solid. Her friend was decidedly steady, despite the frantic hammering of her heart.
“I’m slowing you down,” Kara whispered. “You can make it to the communication room and get the signal out! We can— you can do it! I’ll hide. I’ll be okay,” she pressed.
Lena shook her head. “No, Kara, I can’t—“
“No, Kara… I can’t— I can’t leave you.”
Kara felt the sting of tears. “You have to. It’s the only way.”
Lena’s hands gripped her biceps, tightened in the fabric of her coat, shaking and heavy. Her breath was ragged, echoing the strain of her heart. “Kara—“
“Please.” It was a terrible tactic. She hated herself for appealing to the part of Lena that couldn’t say no to her.
“I’ll get you out,” Lena promised again, but turned sharply away and marched off, determined to keep her word.
The moment she was out of sight, Kara was in motion, flying ahead, clearing a path. She made certain Lena made it to the comms, made sure she fulfilled her goal. Kept her safe.
And when the emergency ping finally reached her earpiece, she was ready, at Lena’s side in a matter of seconds.
“Supergirl!” Lena was breathless, sweat soaked, pale, but there was a flicker of hope in her gaze. A hint of a smile, brief as it was.
The moment was cut short when she heard the telltale rush of superheated air, combustion ripping through hallways, rising from beneath them. Kara moved without thought, bundled Lena up in her arms and flew. She outran the explosion, cradling Lena as snugly as she could, guarding her head as they crashed through a glass wall just in time for flames to lick out into the night air behind them, the resounding boom of air collapsing back into the building bombarding them.
Kara’s boots skidded roughly along gravel, her landing sloppy, concerned more with keeping her body between Lena and the shower of debris. As the flames retreated and there was enough distance between them and the billowing smoke that choked the oxygen out of the air, Kara put Lena on her feet.
Lena stumbled backwards, stricken gaze fixated on the burning building. She was crying, eyes wide when she wasn’t blinking away the irritation. “You weren’t supposed to save me,” she sobbed.
Kara stepped forward to try to steady her, but her hands were swatted away. “Of course I was,” she breathed.
“No! No, Kara is—was… she was in there,” Lena shoved against her chest as her voice broke. “She was the one you were supposed to save! I— I promised her— I…” Lena began to hyperventilate, fists curling against Kara’s chest. She retracted and slammed them down, while Kara shifted to lessen the impact.
It didn’t help. She felt her ribs cave beneath the pressure of her lie, the gnawing hollow left behind as she was carved out by her own hand.
“You shouldn’t have picked me,” Lena sobbed.
She had always told herself she would always pick Lena, and yet that couldn’t feel less true as she was faced with the reality that she had chosen her own selfish fantasy—her desire for Lena to always believe the best of her.
It was a cruel irony. She was so terrified of letting Lena down, that she had walked herself into that very conclusion, crashing and burning in flaming glory.
“I will always protect you, Lena. I—“
“Save it, Supergirl.” There was a harsh bite, venomous and lethal. “I don’t need your god-complex monologue.”
Kara stepped back, recoiled, lips tight around the words that begged to spill between them. Every apology. Every truth. Every chance she had turned down.
Kara’s finger found the comm in her ear. “Alex, I need your—“
“Oh, fuck you!” Kara was stunned by the way devastation melted away in the fires of Lena’s anger. “You don’t get to call her sister here to clean up this mess.”
Kara’s voice caught in her throat, the lie unsustainable, unraveling around her. “That’s not— no! I wasn’t—“
“Supergirl,” Alex’s distant voice gently pressed for information, confusion clear.
Kara cracked, her throat choking the words. “Alex, Kara was with Lena… and there was an explosion…”
“You tactless piece of shit. Tell her straight. Tell her you chose to leave her sister.” Lena was crumbling, holding on to Kara’s suit as her knees gave out, dragging downward. “Tell her Kara’s gone. Say it.”
“I can’t— Alex, I don’t— I don’t know what to say…“ There wasn’t enough air to fill her lungs. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
Lena’s laugh was viscous, her cheeks tear stained while her gaze was steely.
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