The first time Kara notices is during sister night.
She forgets exactly what they were talking about. She remembers being on her couch, cuddled up beside Alex. She remembers the dumb Christmas movie they were watching – and rewriting it in her head because the lead obviously had more chemistry with the best friend character. She remembers the topic somehow turning to Lena.
“She’s your… friend.”
And she remembers the lengthy, blatantly obvious pause preceeding the word friend. She wanted to ask about it, but Alex carried on with whatever she was saying, and it slipped out of Kara’s mind.
I couldn't get this adorableness out of my head so this happened...I hope you don't mind, PapurrCat
PART 1:
“Lena?”
The name hung in the silent air of the Tower. Kara dipped her head to scan the vacant space, eyes darting to every dark corner. Sticky footprints traced behind her with each step of her rubber boots against the floor. Kara made a mental note to consider a stealth upgrade to her super suit, although it surprised her that she could hear anything over the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears.
Her relationship with Lena, though no longer an active battle ground, hardly felt resolved and Kara wouldn’t exactly call what they had now friendship. Too much interfered for them to have any real conversations, and the back-to-back world-domination threats and quick trip to the phantom zone skipped them ahead a few steps in their recovery process. Goodness, there’s no way they could truly just move past it without ever speaking about it, could they? That was the problem, wasn’t it? Kara’s ribcage squeezed against her lungs and she resolved not to make the same mistake. For too long, Kara hadn’t prioritized her relationship with Lena, pushed it behind her own ego, refused to have a single, adult conversation because there was always some excuse.
And this time was no different. Did it count if the excuse was Lena, though?
“Lena?” she said again. “Eeek!” Kara drew her hands to her mouth to hide her full-faced grin. Two glowing eyes peered up at Kara from under one of the storage shelves. “Come here, little cutie, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Kara took a tentative step towards the hiding black cat and extended a hand as a peace offer. She bit back her smile when a little black nose nuzzled against her finger.
“Why don’t you come out of there? It’s probably filthy. Gasp! Are you looking for mice? I bet you’re hungry. I can take you home with me, get you cleaned up, pick up a few cans of gourmet cat food and, oh gosh, you could be our mascot! Would you like that? I could probably have Brainy make you a super suit or a little cape!”
As she rattled off her plans, the cat emerged from under the shelf and stood at Kara’s feet with an almost incredulous look on its face.
“Right, no cape,” Kara said, “but we have to find Lena first.” This reminder pulled her attention away from scooping the cat up and she whipped her head around. “I can hear her heartbeat, but it’s beating three times faster than it should be so I’m a little worried. You haven’t seen her, have you?”
“Kara.”
Kara jumped and hovered a few inches above the ground. She spun back to face the cat with her mouth gaping.
“Lena? Oh my gosh, you’re a cat. You’re a black cat.” She resisted the urge to pat and scratch and fiddled with her cape instead. “You’re adorable, what happened? Can I pick you up?”
Lena huffed and Kara squealed. A low, steady voice purred.
“I was practicing a few spells and, apparently, I can shapeshift.”
Kara’s teeth dug into her bottom lip and she wiggled with excitement.
“Goodness, Kara.” Lena dropped onto her butt and cocked her head. “Yes, you may carry me. But only because I refuse to walk outside and I am quite hungry.”
Kara’s arms shot towards Lena but hovered just above her fur, her hands maneuvered around Lena’s body, uncertain.
“Cat anatomy, Kara. Just pick me up.”
That was all the consent Kara needed to scoop the black fur ball up by the armpits and cradle it, Lena, she reminded herself, into the crook of her elbow. It was only with the mental note that this was Lena that stopped her from plowing her face directly into the cat’s muzzle and tickling her stomach. Although the desire appealed to Kara moreso after the reminder. What? Probably because they hadn’t been close for so long and this felt like a safe way for them to interact. Cat anatomy and all.
“Grab my spellbook, please. It’s on the counter.”
Lena’s words snapped Kara back to reality and she floated over to retrieve the book. Walking seemed a little too harsh, too jolting for the precious cargo Kara held in her arms.
“Ok, all set. Let’s get you fed,” Kara said and headed back toward the exit.
“Kara,” Lena said as they left the tower. “Did you really say the word ‘gasp’?”
Zor-El experiencing earth while trying to set up Kara and Lena. Part 8 of who knows
Kara: “I’m not in love with her!”
Myxy: “do I… do I have to show all the time lines again?”
Zor-El nodding: “I’d quite like to see those.”
Kara: “we are watching no other time lines! I am not in love with Lena!”
Myxy: “give me one good reason you’re not.”
Kara: “easy, I uh… well… when she-uhm…”
Zor-El: “I rest my case.”
Kara: “okay, just because i was ready to change an entire timeline so should wouldn’t be mad at me, doesn’t mean I’m in- oh wait… yeah no I see it now…”
I was brought to this terrible family. And I have spent my life fighting their legacy, and their crimes, and their evil deeds, but I’ve always known that, deep down inside, I belonged with them.
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