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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, Lois Lane, Nia Nal, Alex Danvers, Diana (Wonder Woman), Lana Lang Additional Tags: Past Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer Summary:

Lena Luthor is unexpectedly traded to the National City Knights, a team already overflowing with offensive talent led by their charismatic captain, Kara “Supergirl” Danvers. Lena has to face her apprehension about Kara’s notorious reputation and find the balance between her competitive nature and the increasing demands placed on her to adjust to a new role.

A Supercorp Volleyball AU

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1,2, Play! - Prologue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61646173/chapters/157590301

Blockbuster Trade Shakes Up the League: National City Knights and Metropolis Monarchs agree to exchange key assets. 

In a league-shaking trade, the National City Knights and the Metropolis Monarchs have finalized a deal that is already being called one of the most significant in recent history. The Knights have secured former Rookie of the Year and last season’s leading scorer, Lena Luthor, from the Monarchs. In exchange, the Monarchs gain Maggie Sawyer, a former Best Setter, widely regarded as the strategic mastermind of the Knights’ offense.

Lena Luthor’s Move to National City

Lena Luthor’s accolades speak for themselves. After winning Rookie of the Year honors two seasons ago, she cemented her place as one of the league’s most dominant offensive players. Her leadership was instrumental in carrying the Monarchs to the Finals last season, especially during the absence of their star player, Lois Lane, who was on maternity leave. Though falling short versus Diana Prince and the Gateway City Gladiators, Luthor’s ability to perform under pressure and her knack for scoring in critical moments have made her a household name.

In National City, Luthor will enter her 3rd year playing professionally and join an already offense-heavy lineup led by Kara Danvers, team captain of the Knights and herself a former Rookie of the Year. Danvers, last year’s MVP runner-up, has consistently been the Knights’ cornerstone. With her sister, Alex Danvers dominating as their dependable second option and the Knights’ first-round draft pick, Nia Nal, showing promise, the addition of Luthor raises questions about how the team will balance such a stacked offensive roster.

Maggie Sawyer: The Final Piece for the Monarchs

On the other side of the trade, the Monarchs may have found their missing piece in Maggie Sawyer. A former Best Setter, Sawyer has been the driving force behind the Knights’ offensive cohesion for years. Her vision, precise playmaking, and ability to read the game have consistently elevated her teammates’ performances.

For the Monarchs, this trade signals their intent to build on last season’s success and aim nothing short of a championship. With Sawyer feeding the ball to Lois Lane, who is set to return at full strength, the ever reliable Lana Lang, and the rest of the roster that is hungry for victory, the Monarchs appear poised to dominate.

Big Risks, Big Rewards

While both teams have bolstered their rosters, questions linger. Can Lena Luthor adjust to a Knights system already brimming with offensive firepower? Will Maggie Sawyer seamlessly integrate into a Monarchs team looking to complete their championship-winning formula?

Fans won’t have to wait long for answers, as both teams are scheduled to face off in the opening week of the season. The matchup is sure to draw record-breaking crowds as the league braces for what promises to be one of the most thrilling seasons in its history.

With the Knights and Monarchs both all-in on their championship ambitions, the league is abuzz with speculation—and anticipation.

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Scotch

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It had been over a year since the chaos of Nyxly’s reign, and much had changed. Alex and Kelly were happily married, adopted sweet little Esme, and building a life together in between battles. Brainy and Nia had gotten engaged, and in a twist of fate that still made Lena’s heart race, she and Kara had finally taken the leap into romance. It was a calm night at the Tower, where the self-proclaimed Tech support group of the Superfriends were gathered to celebrate a breakthrough.

Lena poured three glasses of scotch, the golden liquid catching the light in a way that made her feel almost nostalgic. She handed one glass to Alex, who grinned and raised it with a familiar warmth. The drink brought Lena back to a pivotal moment from another time—a time when Kara was trapped in the Phantom Zone, and Lena’s sense of belonging among the heroes had felt fragile, almost forced.

Lena remembered the argument she’d had with Alex, the tension palpable as they debated using the Phantom Zone projector to locate Kara versus using it to fight off phantoms. They clashed hard, with Lena fighting for Kara’s safety above all else, while Alex had been the bigger person and chose to save the majority, trusting that it was what Kara would want and they would find another way to save her sister. After that, Lena had no doubt in her mind that there was a reason the Superfriends isolated her from the team for so long. She was no hero and did not belong in their ranks. 

“You belong here, Lena,” Alex had told her in a voice quiet but resolute, as she handed Lena a glass of scotch. “We need you. She needs you.”

That memory lingered as Lena raised her glass tonight, and Alex gave her a knowing look. Somehow, that moment had cemented their friendship, grounding Lena in a way she hadn’t known she needed. Alex had, over time, become something of a sister herself—protective, honest, and occasionally infuriating, but always there.

As they toasted, Brainy watched curiously, holding his own glass with an expression of deep concentration. He tilted it, watching the light play through the liquid.

"So," he said, glancing between them, "am I to expect any particular…side effects from this drink?"

Alex snorted, nudging Brainy. “Nothing that’ll affect your combat skills, Brainy. Besides, it’s not about the effects—it’s about the taste, the experience. Right, Lena?”

Lena smiled. “Exactly. Scotch is meant to be savored.” She looked at Brainy’s intense focus and added, “Though I suspect you’re already dissecting every note.”

Brainy raised his glass, taking a delicate sip, and frowned thoughtfully. “Vanilla, honey…a hint of smoke and…is that, perhaps, charred oak?” he asked, turning to Lena with fascination.

She laughed, nodding. “Good eye, Brainy.”

They clinked their glasses, a quiet sense of belonging settling among them. Lena glanced at Alex, the unspoken bond between them stronger than ever. It didn’t matter how difficult things had been before; what mattered was that they were all here now. They’d made it through, stronger and closer, their family expanding in ways they’d never imagined.

“To breakthroughs,” Alex toasted, her voice warm.

Lena held Alex’ gaze for a moment, her heart swelling as she repeated softly, “To finding our way home.”

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Chill

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Kara tugged her coat tighter as she left CatCo, the chill of the evening cutting through her layers and settling in her bones. Winter had come early this year, and while she could usually ignore the cold, tonight it seemed sharper, somehow, sneaking under her skin and lingering. She knew it wasn’t really the weather getting to her—it was the emptiness of the evenings without Lena. Six months, she thought, almost as if counting would make the ache in her chest hurt less.

Lena’s absence had left a subtle quiet in her life, a stillness that was at odds with everything else around her. She felt it most at night, in the small silences of her apartment, in the way she automatically reached for her phone to call Lena just as she’d once reached for her hand. They’d found a rhythm to keep them connected, just like she’d promised that last night in National City, but even the best-laid plans couldn’t erase the miles between them.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she smiled as Lena’s name appeared on the screen. She answered quickly, her voice warming with relief.

“Hey, stranger,” Lena’s voice drifted through, soft and familiar. “Finished up at work?”

“Just now.” Kara leaned against the rail of the terrace, looking out over the city. “You’re still at the office, aren’t you?”

Lena’s sigh was barely audible but spoke volumes. “Guilty. We’re in the middle of a major R&D review for the board, and you know how they are. They want everything yesterday.”

Kara chuckled, trying to keep her voice light, even as she ached to be with her. “Same board, same problems?”

“Always,” Lena replied, a hint of exhaustion lacing her words.

For a few moments, they simply listened to each other’s silence, a connection more than words could offer. But tonight, the quiet wasn’t enough.

“Do you want me to come over?” Kara asked before she could stop herself. She’d already visited three times that week, barely able to keep up with work in between. She was exhausted, but the pull to Lena was stronger than any fatigue. It was like a gravity she couldn’t resist.

Lena hesitated. “You don’t have to, Kara. It’s late, and you’ve been flying back and forth all week…”

“I don’t mind,” Kara said, her voice almost a whisper. “I just…miss you.”

Lena’s sigh softened, filled with a tenderness that made Kara’s heart ache. “I miss you too, Kara. More than I can put into words.”

Kara wanted to say something brave, to tell her she’d fly to Metropolis every night if it meant they could be together. But as she stood there, letting the chill settle deeper into her bones, she knew that wasn’t sustainable. Not for her, and not for Lena. They were both carrying the weight of too many responsibilities to pretend otherwise.

“It’ll be okay,” Kara said, more to herself than anything. “We just have to hold on a little longer, right?”

“Right,” Lena murmured, though her voice held that same faraway note it sometimes did—lost in thought, distracted. She was there but not there, just a voice on the line.

“Get some rest,” Kara managed, forcing a smile into her words. “We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?”

“Tomorrow,” Lena promised, her tone brightening, as if she could feel Kara’s silent resolve. “Love you, Kara.”

“Love you too, Lena.”

Kara hung up, letting the chill and the quiet settle around her once more. Tomorrow, she thought, wrapping herself in the fragile promise of that word. The city lights blurred in the distance, and she hugged herself against the growing cold, trying to ignore the ache that had nothing to do with the wind.

As she flew back home, Kara felt the vastness of the sky around her, each mile between National City and Metropolis stretching longer with every flight. But even as the chill seeped deeper, Kara knew she’d keep making the journey, even if she had to carry the weight of both their worlds.

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L-Corp

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Lena Luthor paced her penthouse, her mind churning over the call she'd received just hours earlier. Sam had been blunt—L-Corp was in trouble, and not just the usual corporate crisis. Competitors were leaving them in the dust, launching faster, cheaper, and better tech almost monthly. Since Lena stepped back to focus on her foundation, L-Corp had started to lose its edge. Now, its stock had plummeted to an all-time low, and Sam was stretched thin trying to steady a sinking ship.

“We need you, Lena,” Sam had said, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “L-Corp needs you.”

Lena had known this moment might come one day. She’d poured her heart into the foundation, believing she could create a legacy beyond her family name. But here she was, being called back to rebuild L-Corp, to stabilize it as she had done so many times before. The only thing was—L-Corp’s center of operations was no longer in National City. It had moved entirely to Metropolis.

The distance, the demands, the responsibility—she knew it would mean long hours, missed dinners, and, eventually, moving. But more than anything, she worried about Kara. She’d finally let herself feel the weight of their relationship, the joy of sharing her life with someone who had seen her darkest days and stayed by her side. Telling Kara she had to leave would be the hardest thing she’d done in years.

That evening, she arrived at Kara’s apartment, her mind heavy with all the words she still didn’t know how to say. Kara greeted her with that bright smile that made Lena’s heart skip a beat, but Lena’s forced smile quickly tipped her off.

“Lena, what’s wrong?” Kara asked, pulling her gently to sit on the couch beside her.

Lena took a deep breath. “Sam called me today. L-Corp’s in bad shape…worse than I’d realized.” She paused, looking down at their entwined hands. “They need me back.”

Kara’s face fell, and Lena saw the realization sink in. “Back in National City?”

“No. In Metropolis. That’s where all the resources are, the team…if I’m going to turn things around, I need to be there. Full-time.”

Kara’s hand tightened around hers, as if trying to ground her, or perhaps keep her from slipping away. “How long will you be there?”

Lena hesitated. “I don’t know. Sam didn’t make it sound like this would be a quick fix.”

Silence fell between them, heavy and full of unspoken fears. Finally, Kara spoke, her voice soft but steady. “I know you, Lena. I know how much L-Corp means to you. But...we’ve built something here, too.” Her voice broke just a little, her eyes searching Lena’s for some reassurance.

Lena swallowed hard, reaching to brush a thumb over Kara’s cheek. “I don’t want to leave. Believe me, if there were any other way… But L-Corp is more than a company to me. I can’t stand by while it crumbles.” She took a deep breath, the words catching in her throat. “I know this will be hard, and I…I don’t want to lose what we have.”

Kara was silent for a long moment, then she nodded, pulling Lena close until they sat, forehead to forehead, both unwilling to let go. “Lena, whatever happens, we’ll find a way to make this work. I know we will.”

As Lena packed up her life in National City, she found herself bracing for the trials ahead. She would have to face the disappointment of investors, the challenges of innovation, and the dark memories Metropolis held. But as she boarded the plane, she held onto Kara’s last words and the promise they made: they would find their way back to each other, no matter the distance.

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Pine

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Kara scanned the room, her gaze searching for one person in particular. The night had brought together the elite of National City, a carefully crafted tribute to William’s legacy through a fundraiser that Lena had organized with flawless precision. Still, all Kara could think about was finding her. Finally, near the bar, she saw her—Lena, in an elegant black dress that shimmered under the lights, the soft glow accentuating her sharp features. And standing next to her, too close for Kara’s liking, was Andrea.

Kara’s heart clenched as she watched Andrea reach out, her hand gently touching the small emerald pendant around Lena’s neck. It was a necklace Kara hadn’t seen before, delicate and striking against Lena’s skin, but somehow, it felt familiar, as if it belonged there. Andrea murmured something that made Lena smile, her fingers brushing over the stone as if remembering an old memory. Kara’s chest tightened, a prickle of jealousy threading through her, sharper than she was prepared for.

Over the years, Kara had spent countless hours by Lena’s side, navigating the peaks and valleys of their friendship. She’d tried to convince herself that the fondness, the protectiveness she felt for Lena was just that—friendship, loyalty.Losing William had forced them all to confront the fragility of life, and in that sorrow, Kara had found herself wanting Lena in ways that transcended friendship. She wanted to be there for her, to hold her when she was sad, and to laugh with her during the good times. She wanted it all.

And watching Andrea touch Lena now, seeing Lena look so at ease with her, only reminded her that she was done hiding how she felt.

She was done pining.

She was tired of hiding her feelings, tired of watching from the sidelines. Tonight, she would no longer be the friend in the background; she would make her move.

As the night draws to a close and the majority of the people attending the fundraiser slowly trickle out, Kara sought out Lena, determined to make good of her promise to herself. She was not surprised to see Lena by the terrace, thankfully alone. It was now or never. 

“I haven’t seen that necklace before,” Kara began, her voice gentle.

Lena’s fingers lingered on the emerald, her smile a little softer, almost wistful. “Andrea gave it to me a long time ago. I wasn’t sure I’d wear it again, but…” She trailed off, shrugging lightly, though her eyes held Kara’s as if waiting for something unspoken.

“It’s beautiful.” Kara stepped closer, her gaze flicking between Lena’s eyes and the emerald. “It suits you.”

Lena’s breath caught, and Kara saw the slight flush on her cheeks.

Kara smiled, her gaze holding Lena’s with a steadiness she rarely allowed herself. “I love you..” she began, her thumb still brushing against Lena’s hand. “Not in a best friend or sister kinda way. But in a ‘I want to do and experience everything with you’ way.” She took a shaky breath, the words heavier than she’d expected, filled with everything she felt. “I hope… that tonight can be a new beginning for us… if you want to.”

For a moment, they just stood there, time suspended as the hum of conversation of the remaining guests faded behind them. Lena’s fingers intertwined with hers, her smile blooming into something soft and breathtaking.

“I’d like that,” 

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Emerald

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Lena’s heels clicked against the polished marble floors of the hall, the sound muffled by the hum of the crowd gathered for the William Dey School of Journalism fundraiser. She scanned the room, her practiced smile slipping into place as she noted familiar faces and new ones alike. Beside her, Andrea twirled a glass of champagne in her hand, eyes sharp as they took in the evening’s attendees. CatCo’s influence was unmistakable in the room—almost every media outlet worth its salt was represented, and Nia was busy weaving through the crowd with her press badge proudly displayed, jotting down notes.

Lena had carefully chosen her attire for the evening, wearing black and avoiding the vibrant green she often wore to events. That particular shade had come to signify so much to her—her power, her legacy, her resilience—and yet, it also reminded her of her darkest moments, of the days when Kryptonite had defined her relationship with Kara. The absence of green felt strange but freeing, a nod to her past without having to dwell in it. Instead, she’d compromised by adding a small, elegant emerald pendant, a gift from Andrea from years ago, something that had lingered in her jewelry box but hadn’t seen the light in quite some time. Tonight, though, she found herself touching it absently, as if the familiarity might grant her an additional layer of calm.

Andrea’s eyes lit up as she caught sight of the necklace. Without warning, she reached out and gently brushed her fingers over the stone, her touch brief but lingering. “I thought you’d forgotten about this,” she murmured, her voice soft and low.

Lena smiled, giving a small shrug. “I figured it was time to bring it back.”

“Looks like it was always meant to be yours,” Andrea said, a warm glint in her eye.

Just as Lena was about to thank her, she caught sight of Kara across the room, her bright blue eyes fixed on them. It was an intense, searching look that made Lena’s stomach twist unexpectedly. There was something there, a quiet observation that Lena couldn’t quite place, but it was unmistakable. Kara had always been able to see beneath her armor, even in their most challenging moments, and the memory of that connection surged to the surface like an old, familiar ache.

Lena smiled at Kara, just the smallest nod, a silent reassurance that everything was alright. Kara nodded back but didn’t look away, her gaze lingering on the emerald necklace as if it held answers to questions only she could ask.

Andrea, oblivious to the silent exchange, continued talking about the foundation's goals, her enthusiasm infectious. But Lena’s mind drifted, her fingers instinctively brushing over the emerald as she stole glances at Kara throughout the evening. It was a reminder of just how much had changed between them, yet how much of her heart remained unchanged.

By the time the night wound down, Lena found herself alone on the terrace, the city lights twinkling in the distance. She heard footsteps and turned to see Kara approaching, her expression soft but unreadable.

“I haven’t seen that necklace before,” Kara said, her voice gentle.

Lena’s fingers traced the emerald again, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Andrea gave it to me years ago. I... wasn’t sure I’d ever wear it again.”

“It’s beautiful.” Kara stepped closer, her gaze flicking between Lena’s eyes and the emerald. “It suits you.”

Their eyes met, and Lena felt her cheeks flush. Kara looks at her intensely and even without words, Lena felt as if they’d reached an understanding. She could feel the weight of everything that had been left unspoken, all the hurt, the trust, and the tentative hope for a new chapter.

A new chapter to forever.

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Heroic

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When the apple pie disaster strikes, Kara's first instinct isn’t a superhero one—it’s a Lena one. Standing over a batter-stained countertop and a baking sheet of... something vaguely pie-shaped, Kara admits defeat. She dials Lena’s number, feeling both embarrassed and hopeful.

“Lena, I need help. Esme’s bake sale is tomorrow, and my pie looks like… well, I don’t even know what to call it. Applesauce volcano, maybe?”

There's a soft laugh on the other end of the line, the kind that makes Kara feel instantly better. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” Lena promises.

By the time Lena arrives, rolling up her sleeves with an easy confidence, Kara feels a wave of gratitude that nearly overwhelms her. Because Lena could be anywhere—at a fundraiser for the Foundation, giving a world-saving speech, or even just home relaxing. But she’s here, ready to rescue Kara and Esme’s bake sale dreams.

Lena starts gathering ingredients with a practiced hand, explaining her mother’s apple pie recipe as she works. “It took me years to get it right, but it’s my mother’s. She used to make it every fall.,” Lena says, carefully slicing apples into perfect, paper-thin pieces. Kara watches her best friend in awe, the precision and grace in her movements somehow as heroic as anything she’s ever seen. Maybe even more. Kara’s saved the world countless times, but Lena… Lena is saving her niece’s bake sale.

Kara watches her blend sugar and spices into the apples, folding the mixture into the crust. The kitchen fills with warm, sweet smells, and Kara can feel her heart swell. In moments like this, Lena is a different kind of hero—quiet, steady, and effortlessly capable.

When the pie is in the oven, Kara leans against the counter, feeling warmth not just from the kitchen but from Lena herself, as if she’s the center of everything bright and good in Kara’s world. Lena’s mother’s recipe, brought back to life with such care, feels like more than a dessert; it feels like a gift Kara can’t fully repay.

They laugh and talk while waiting, sharing stories and memories, and Kara realizes she’s falling a little bit more in love with her best friend—because Lena’s not just saving the day. She’s giving a piece of herself, her history, her heart. It’s a kind of bravery that Kara recognizes but rarely sees. And it’s that thought, that quiet heroism, that she knows Esme will feel in every bite.

At the bake sale, the pie disappears in minutes, and Esme’s face lights up with pride. Later, back at the apartment, Kara wraps an arm around Lena. “Thank you,” she says softly, her voice full of all the gratitude she can’t quite put into words.

Lena’s smile is as warm as the pie they made. “For you two,” she says, her voice gentle, “Always.”

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Apple

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The call comes in just as Lena is wrapping up her day at the Foundation. Kara’s voice is slightly frantic.

“Lena! I need your help. Esme’s school bake sale is tomorrow, and my attempt at apple pie... well, let’s just say, it’s now an applesauce volcano.” Lena can hear the sheepish smile in her voice, and she can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry,” Lena assures her, already grabbing her coat. “I’ll take care of it.”

By the time she arrives at Kara’s apartment, she’s already mentally mapping out the ingredients she’ll need for her mother’s apple pie recipe—a recipe she had to piece together herself, bit by bit, from faint memories and late nights in the Luthor kitchens. Her mother’s apple pie was always a comforting presence, warm and familiar, and Lena hopes to bring a little of that to Esme’s bake sale.

Kara looks at her, a mixture of guilt and relief. “Thank you, Lena. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Not a problem,” Lena says, rolling up her sleeves. “You’ll just have to keep me company.”

With a quick shopping trip to grab apples and a few extra spices, they dive into the baking process together. Lena handles each apple with a level of precision Kara admires, slicing them with ease, peeling off the skins in long, delicate strips.

“So, you bake,” Kara says, leaning on the counter as she watches Lena work. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t expect that.”

Lena chuckles. “Most people wouldn’t. But spending time in the kitchen was one of my favorite escapes when I was younger. The staff were kind enough to teach me, and let me experiment, despite my… let’s just say, fiery attempts.”

As Lena layers the apples in the crust, dusting them with cinnamon and nutmeg, she explains her process. She talks about adjusting the ingredients to rediscover her mother’s recipe, her voice softening with every word. Kara watches, both enchanted and slightly embarrassed at her own cooking attempts in comparison.

When the pie is finally in the oven, the kitchen fills with a warm, spicy aroma. Kara inhales deeply, and her eyes shine with awe. “Lena, this smells… incredible.”

“It’s a special recipe,” Lena says with a hint of nostalgia. “It took me years to get it right, but it’s my mother’s. She used to make it every fall.”

Kara reaches over and squeezes her hand, understanding the unspoken emotions in Lena’s 

voice. They chat, laugh, and, when the timer finally dings, pull out a perfect, golden apple pie.

Esme’s bake sale is a hit, and the pie, with its flaky crust and perfectly spiced filling, sells out in minutes. Later, when they’re back home, Kara wraps an arm around Lena.

“Thank you,” Kara says softly. “For helping—and for sharing this part of yourself.”

Lena smiles, her heart feeling as warm as the pie they baked. “Anytime, Kara. For you two, anytime.”

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Poet

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Kara Danvers stared at the blank sheet of paper on her desk, fingers gripping the pen just a little too tightly. She was a writer by profession, used to crafting compelling articles and heartfelt stories for CatCo. Words were her tool, her weapon, her art. But this—this was different. The paper felt impossibly blank, like it was mocking her. Writing this was far more difficult than anything she'd ever done.

Because this was about Lena.

Kara had always known she loved Lena Luthor. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened—maybe it was during one of their quiet late-night talks, or perhaps it was the way Lena’s smile could light up a room. It could have been how Lena saw her, not just as Supergirl, but as Kara—clumsy, bookish Kara who could barely manage a coherent sentence when she was around her. Whatever the moment, the feeling had grown, become undeniable.

But as much as Kara was a writer, she was not a poet. Words flowed easily when she was covering a news story or writing about her adventures as Supergirl, but poetry? That was something else. The structure, the rhythm—it made her feel clumsy, like she was trying to navigate a maze with no map.

And yet, with Lena as her muse, suddenly Kara wanted to try. No, she needed to try. There was something about Lena that brought out a creativity in her that she'd never experienced before. It was like Lena unlocked a part of her she didn’t even know existed. When Kara thought of Lena—her sharp intellect, her fierce kindness, her vulnerability masked by steel—words began to tumble through her mind, and before she knew it, they formed into something that, while imperfect, came from her heart.

Kara stared at the note she had already written, the first of many she would send. It was simple, barely a whisper compared to the storm inside her, but it was a start:

In your eyes, a world anew,A place where dreams come true.Dearest Lena, you are my light,Guiding me through endless night.

It felt small compared to everything she felt for Lena, but it was honest. It was the best she could do. And as a perfectionist in everything she wrote, that should’ve bothered her, but it didn’t. Not when it was for Lena.

Kara sighed and leaned back in her chair, glancing at the small stack of other poems she had painstakingly crafted over the week. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as she did writing these notes. But each time she finished one, the urge to share it with Lena grew stronger. She couldn’t tell Lena how she felt outright—at least, not yet. The fear of ruining their friendship, of pushing Lena away, weighed heavy on her. So, she decided to take the subtle route. Small, anonymous notes. Gentle hints. A love letter in pieces.

Each morning, she slipped a note onto Lena’s desk before anyone else arrived at L-Corp, heart pounding as she imagined Lena finding it. Would she read it right away? Would she smile? Kara hoped so. She hoped it made Lena feel cherished, loved in a way that words could barely express. She couldn’t shake the nervousness, though. Kara Danvers, confident reporter by day and fearless superhero by night, was reduced to a bundle of nerves when it came to Lena Luthor.

But there was something so thrilling about it, too. Writing for Lena was exhilarating in a way she hadn’t expected. She found herself daydreaming about the next note, scribbling down lines of poetry on napkins, sticky notes, and even her phone whenever inspiration struck.

Yet every time she sat down to write another poem, that familiar doubt crept in. I’m not a poet. But Lena made her want to try, made her want to reach for something she hadn’t believed she was capable of. And so, she pushed forward, pouring all her feelings into words, hoping—praying—that Lena would feel her heart through them.

One evening, as she finished the final note she would leave for Lena—the note that would reveal everything—Kara’s hands trembled. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind a thousand times, yet the reality of it terrified her.

Dearest Lena, I have so much more to say.But words escape me when you're near.Meet me tonight, and all will be clear.

There. It was done. There was no going back now. She had left the time and place—tonight, on the rooftop of L-Corp. If Lena showed up, if she was willing to meet her there, then maybe, just maybe, Kara would finally be brave enough to say all the things she’d been hiding.

Kara glanced at the clock, her stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and terror. It was almost time. She gathered her things and headed to L-Corp, her heart racing the entire way. She replayed every conversation she’d ever had with Lena in her mind, searching for clues that Lena might feel the same way, but her mind kept circling back to one thing: What if I lose her?

She took a deep breath. She couldn’t think about that now. Tonight was about hope.

By the time Kara reached the rooftop, the sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. The city stretched out below her, but Kara’s eyes were focused on the rooftop door, waiting. Every second felt like an eternity, her nerves twisting tighter with each one.

Then, she heard the door creak open. She turned, and there she was—Lena, standing in the soft evening light, her face framed by the city’s golden glow. Kara’s breath caught in her throat.

"Kara?" Lena’s voice was soft, her eyes searching.

Kara smiled, though she felt her heart hammering in her chest. "I’m sorry it took me so long to say it… but I wanted it to be perfect."

Lena stepped closer, her expression unreadable but her eyes soft. "You wrote the notes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Kara nodded, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks. "I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now, but I was scared. Scared of losing you. But I couldn’t keep it inside anymore."

Lena was silent for a moment, her eyes glistening with emotion, and for a second, Kara’s heart stopped. But then, Lena smiled—a smile that made everything worth it.

"I’ve been hoping it was you," Lena whispered, her voice filled with warmth and something that made Kara’s heart soar.

And in that moment, Kara knew—despite all her doubts, despite her stumbling attempts at poetry—she had found the right words after all.

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Lena

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Lena stared at the little stack of notes on her desk, each one addressed in a familiar hand to "Dearest Lena." Her heart fluttered every time she opened one, even though she tried to remain composed. Lena Luthor was used to receiving formal letters, business proposals, and terse emails from people in her professional life, but these—these were different. The poems were short, sweet, and sometimes a little clumsy, but they felt genuine, heartfelt.

Every morning for the past week, she'd come into her office at L-Corp to find a new note waiting for her. The first had been a simple verse:

In your eyes, a world anew,A place where dreams come true.Dearest Lena, you are my light,Guiding me through endless night.

She had dismissed it at first, assuming it was a joke. But the next day, another one appeared:

Through the storm, your calm remains,You heal the world and soothe its pains.Dearest Lena, your strength is pure,Of that, my heart is very sure.

And then the day after that:

Like the stars, you shine so bright,Even when the world feels night.Dearest Lena, you lift me high,Without your grace, I couldn’t fly.

By the fourth poem, Lena couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her every time she read the affectionate words. The mystery of it gnawed at her, though. She had an idea—or maybe it was just hope—of who might be sending them.

Her mind drifted to Kara Danvers. Kara, with her golden hair and radiant smile, always had a way of making Lena feel special, even when they were surrounded by chaos. Lena had tried to ignore the growing feelings she harbored for her best friend, the way her heart skipped whenever Kara entered the room, or the way her entire day brightened with just one of Kara’s smiles.

Could it really be Kara?

Lena wasn’t sure. Kara had always been warm and affectionate, but she was also sometimes painfully oblivious. Lena had never allowed herself to hope that Kara might see her as more than a friend. But now… these notes. Could they be Kara's way of revealing her feelings, or was Lena letting her own desires cloud her judgment?

That morning’s note had been different. It was shorter, more direct:

Dearest Lena, I have so much more to say.But words escape me when you're near.Meet me tonight, and all will be clear.

There was no signature, just a time and a place. The rooftop of L-Corp at 8 p.m.

Lena's fingers traced the edge of the note as she read it again and again. Could it really be Kara? The thought made her pulse race. And if it wasn’t… she didn’t want to think about that.

By the time the evening rolled around, Lena’s nerves were on edge. She ascended to the rooftop just before 8 p.m., her heart hammering in her chest. The sun was setting, casting the city in a golden glow. The air was cool but not cold, the wind gently tousling her dark hair. She scanned the empty rooftop, her breath catching in her throat as she waited.

And then she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned slowly, her heart in her throat—and there she was. Kara. Dressed in her civilian clothes, her eyes soft and nervous as they met Lena’s.

"Kara?" Lena’s voice was barely a whisper.

Kara smiled, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I’m sorry it took me so long to say it… but I wanted it to be perfect."

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest as Kara stepped closer, her blue eyes never leaving Lena’s.

"I wrote the notes," Kara confessed softly. "I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now, but every time I tried, I got… scared."

Lena's breath hitched. "Scared of what?"

"Of losing you," Kara admitted, her voice trembling. "But I couldn’t keep it inside anymore."

Lena’s world narrowed to the space between them. "Kara… you wrote those beautiful poems?"

Kara nodded, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. You’re… everything, Lena. You always have been."

Lena felt a tear slip down her cheek, and Kara’s hand gently wiped it away. "I was hoping… that maybe you felt the same way?"

For a moment, Lena was silent, her emotions swirling like a storm inside her. And then, she smiled—a soft, radiant smile that made Kara’s heart soar.

"I do," Lena whispered. "I’ve been hoping it was you."

Kara’s face lit up, relief and joy washing over her in equal measure. Without another word, she closed the distance between them, cupping Lena’s face in her hands before pressing their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss.

It was everything Lena had hoped for—and more.

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Embers

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Kara stood outside Luthor Corp, her heart racing as she surveyed the wreckage. Smoke billowed from the shattered windows, a testament to the chaos within. She had been busy fighting Leviathan with the Superfriends, consumed by the urgency of their mission, but now a gnawing dread coiled in her stomach. She had felt it all day, a persistent tugging at her mind that something was wrong with Lena.

Where are you, Lena?

After their fight, they hadn’t spoken. Kara’s last words hung heavily in the air, taunting her with the weight of regret. She had thought she was justified in her anger, in her hurt. But now? Now she questioned everything. She should have reached out. Should have found a way to mend their friendship, not let it fracture in silence.

As she pushed through the doors, the acrid smell of smoke and burnt metal assaulted her senses. Her heart raced as the chaos of battle surrounded her—shouts, explosions, and the unmistakable sound of fists meeting flesh.

“Lena!” Kara shouted, desperation clawing at her throat. She fought her way through the debris, every instinct screaming that she needed to find her friend.

Please be okay, please be safe.

The atrium was a war zone, scattered with broken glass and twisted metal. Kara’s pulse quickened as she spotted two figures in the center of the destruction—Lena and Lex. Adrenaline surged through her veins, and she sprinted toward them, panic tightening her chest.

As she neared, the sight froze her in place. Lena lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious, and Lex was nearby, equally unmoving. The air hung heavy with the aftermath of their confrontation, smoke curling around them like a shroud.

“No, no, no…” Kara gasped, kneeling beside Lena. She reached out, trembling as she brushed her fingers against Lena’s cheeks. “Lena! Please, wake up!”

But Lena didn’t stir. Blood pooled around her, stark against the cold floor. Kara’s heart shattered at the sight, guilt washing over her like a tidal wave. I should have been here. I should have known.

Kara turned to Lex, fury and hatred rising within her. But even in that moment of anger, her thoughts spiraled back to her last words. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you. The words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of the rift between them.

“No, Lena, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. She pressed her forehead against Lena’s, the warmth of her body slowly fading. “I should have fought for you. I should have been there.”

The silence enveloped them, heavy with loss and regret. The embers of their friendship flickered in the ashes, and for the first time, Kara truly understood the weight of her choices. She had pushed Lena away at the moment she needed her most, and now it felt like everything they had built together was crumbling to dust.

Kara closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely. She vowed in that moment, surrounded by wreckage and despair, that she would fight for Lena now, even if it meant facing the darkness alone.

Just as Lena had all along.

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Alone

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“Talk about history repeating itself… tracking Lex through Eve. It’s just like Kasnia.” Lena says, trying to relieve some tension in the room. Kara, though present, offers little to no words and it’s killing Lena deep inside. 

“Please Kara, I’m sorry.” Lena pleaded. “I truly believed what I was doing was helping people-”

Kara interrupts her. “I told you, I don’t want to talk about the past.”

“Oh come on, you can scream at me if you like. I know I deserve it.” Lena pleads. She’d rather have Kara yelling at her than not talk to her. “I know now that working on Non Nocere was a mistake. That working with Lex was a mis-”

“THIS IS NOT ABOUT LEX!” Kara yells. “This is about J’onn and Alex and all the other people that could have been killed today because they’re on my team. Don’t you understand that?”

“No, of course, I do.”

“No, you don’t! You have never understood what it means to share a secret identity with someone, how much danger that puts them in.” Lena could feel that anger coming from her (former) best friend. She could sense how much she was holding herself back, stuttering in anger. “You, you never understood that I kept my identity from you because I wanted to protect you!

“And I know, I know I hurt you by waiting so long to tell you my truth. But what about all the ways you hurt me?” Kara paused and Lena braced for all the hurtful things she had done. “You pretended to be my friend for weeks, just so you can manipulate me. You stole from me. You convinced me to steal for you. And then, then you even… you used Kryptonite on me.

“I made one mistake. One mistake… that was only meant to protect you and in return all you did was hurt me in any way imaginable.”

Lena could feel the tears threatening to fall with every word Kara said. Each sin felt like a hard slap in the face. But she stood strong, she will do whatever she needs to even be worthy of standing beside her friend again. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” Kara quickly answers back. Her next words, breaking Lena’s already fragile heart. “But if you came for me for absolution. I can’t give it to you. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”

The words hung in the air, a chasm opening up between them, deeper than any they had faced before. Lena’s heart ached, but she didn’t let it show. She nodded once, a brief, almost imperceptible motion.

“I understand,” Lena said, her voice tight. She turned back to her computer, her fingers resuming their task. “You have to do what you think is right.”

Kara hesitated, as if there was something more she wanted to say, but the weight of the moment, the hurt that still hung between them, was too much. Without another word, she turned and walked out, the door sliding shut behind her with a quiet hiss.

Lena stood there, her back to the now-empty room, her hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Kara’s words echoed in her mind—I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.

Her heart ached, but there was no time to dwell on it. She knew what she had to do.

Later that night, Lena stared at the holographic blueprint of Lex’s latest project. It was a weapon, something catastrophic—something that only Lex would be arrogant enough to create. If it went unchecked, it would devastate not just National City, but the world.

Lena had always prided herself on being able to handle things on her own. She had fought Lex, her family's legacy, and the Luthor name for as long as she could remember. But this? This was different.

She had lost Kara’s trust. She had lost the person who had been her partner, her confidante, her best friend. And now, she was about to lose herself in this fight.

Because she was going to stop Lex. Alone.

Her fingers moved across the console, making the final adjustments to her plan. She knew it was dangerous—suicidal, even. But Kara had been right about one thing: the people who knew her secret, who stood by her side, were always at risk. And now Lena was the one who had to protect Kara, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

She couldn’t burden Kara with this. Not anymore. Not after everything they had been through.

Taking a deep breath, Lena steeled herself. She would do this, even if it meant her life. She would stop Lex.

Alone.

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Garden

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Kara Danvers had never been so distracted in her life.

The wedding ceremony had been beautiful—Alex and Kelly looked happier than ever, and Kara had felt her chest swell with pride for her sister. She was supposed to be focusing on the love in the air, the vows, the music, and the shared joy of everyone around her. But 90% of her attention? Well, that had been stolen the moment Lena Luthor walked in wearing that purple ensemble.

It wasn’t just the cut of the suit, though Kara couldn't deny how the plunging neckline had made her heartbeat quicken. It was the way Lena carried herself, confident and effortless, like she was completely at ease with the power she exuded. The rich purple fabric seemed to caress Lena’s skin, contrasting with her dark hair and those striking green eyes. Kara tried—really tried—to focus on anything else, but her gaze kept drifting back to Lena every chance it got.

She had caught Lena’s eye more than once during the ceremony. Each time, Kara quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was happening in front of her. But Lena’s presence felt magnetic, pulling her in no matter how hard she resisted.

By the time the reception rolled around, Kara was hopeless. She mingled, congratulated Alex and Kelly, made toasts, but it was all a blur. Lena's smirk from across the room? That was what lingered in her mind.

As the night wound down, Kara found herself searching for Lena. She wandered through the reception, not entirely sure what she was going to say, but knowing she needed to say something. When she couldn’t find Lena inside, she decided to check the garden, which had been decorated with soft lights and flowers, a peaceful retreat from the lively celebration.

Stepping outside, Kara spotted her.

Lena stood among the blooms, the purple ensemble catching the dim glow of the garden lights. The suit was elegant yet daring, and while it had been designed to make a statement, here, surrounded by the delicate flowers and greenery, Lena seemed perfectly at home. The plunging neckline, which had been a bold choice in the ballroom, now looked more like the petals of a flower unfolding under the soft glow of the night.

For a moment, Kara simply watched her. Lena's beauty was undeniable, but this—this was something else. There was a serenity to her, an ease that made Kara’s chest tighten. The flowers around her, pale pinks and whites, seemed to frame her like a painting, each petal and leaf enhancing the rich purple of her outfit. Despite the boldness of her clothing, Lena didn’t clash with the garden; she belonged in it, like she was another piece of the beauty that surrounded her.

Kara finally stepped closer, the gravel crunching softly under her shoes. Lena turned at the sound, her lips curving into a smile the moment she saw Kara.

“Looking for me?” Lena asked, her voice low and teasing, but there was something softer underneath.

Kara swallowed hard, struggling to find her voice. “Yeah… I was, actually.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, the cool night air brushing over them. Kara’s heart raced as she tried to organize her thoughts. The words that came out felt clumsy in her head, but she pushed forward anyway.

“You… you looked amazing tonight. I mean, you always look great, but tonight… wow.”

Lena’s smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Thanks. I thought I might have caught your attention once or twice.”

Kara’s face flushed, and she laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t very subtle, huh?”

Lena stepped closer, her gaze locked onto Kara’s. “You weren’t. But I didn’t mind.”

There it was—that tension that always seemed to hum between them, electric and charged, but tonight it felt different. Stronger. Maybe it was the soft glow of the garden lights, or the way Lena’s eyes seemed to glimmer like emeralds in the dark. Maybe it was the way Kara’s heart had been beating for Lena all night long.

“You look perfect out here,” Kara found herself saying, her voice barely more than a whisper. “With all these flowers around you. It’s like… like you belong here.”

Lena’s expression softened, and for a moment, she looked almost vulnerable. “I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere,” she admitted quietly, her eyes searching Kara’s face. “But here… with you, maybe I could.”

Kara’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected that, but now that the words were out there, it felt like everything she had been feeling all night—everything she had been feeling for months—was suddenly right at the surface, impossible to ignore.

She took another step closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush against Lena’s. “You do belong,” she said softly. “With me.”

Lena’s eyes widened slightly, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Lena’s fingers curled around Kara’s, her grip firm yet tender. The space between them disappeared as they stood together in the garden, the night blooming around them like a quiet promise.

Kara’s heart swelled with hope as she realized this was the beginning of something new, something she had wanted for so long but hadn’t known how to reach.

But now, standing there with Lena, hand in hand among the flowers, Kara knew they had finally found their way to each other.

And it was perfect.

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Dress

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Lena Luthor stood in front of her mirror, contemplating the deep purple ensemble laid out on her bed. Her eyes trailed over the sleek lines of the suit, the soft shimmer of the fabric catching the light. It was perfect. It wasn’t just about looking good, though she had to admit that part of her thrived on that. No, tonight, this choice had a deeper purpose.

Alex and Kelly’s wedding was a celebration of love, unity, and authenticity, and Lena wanted to honor that by showing up as her truest self—without compromise, without anyone’s influence. She ran a hand through her dark hair, carefully styled to look effortless, and smirked at her reflection. The dress hanging in her closet—a designer piece, long, flowing, emerald green—remained untouched. She had briefly considered wearing it, but ultimately, the idea didn’t sit well with her.

The first reason? James.

His off-handed comment from years ago still lingered at the back of her mind. They had been in the middle of some gala, early in their relationship, when he casually remarked, “You look great in dresses, Lena. You should wear them more often.”

At the time, she had smiled and brushed it off, but as their relationship progressed, she began to notice the subtle hints of how James, consciously or not, tried to shape her into a version of herself that fit into his world. He liked how she looked in dresses, yes, but it was always with a note of approval that made her feel like she was performing a role for him.

Now, as she prepared for the wedding, knowing he would be there, Lena wanted to send a very clear message—she wasn’t dressing to please anyone, least of all James. The purple ensemble was power, elegance, and confidence personified. And the plunging neckline? Well, that was for Kara.

Lena's breath hitched as she thought of her. Kara Danvers—the beautiful, brilliant, slightly awkward Kryptonian who could make her heart race with a single smile. Despite their complicated past, their friendship had deepened in recent months. But still, there were lingering feelings Lena couldn’t shake. Feelings she hadn’t voiced, not fully, but that simmered just beneath the surface every time they were in the same room together.

Tonight, Lena wanted to catch Kara's attention. Really catch it.

She imagined Kara's eyes widening as she took in the sight of Lena in that deep purple suit. It was tailored to perfection, the plunging neckline daring yet refined. Not too much—just enough to stir curiosity, to leave something unspoken, a spark of possibility. Lena chuckled to herself. The idea of being bold and unapologetic wasn’t just about making a statement to others. It was about claiming what she wanted.

She wanted Kara to notice her. To really see her. And if this outfit gave her the confidence to flirt a little more boldly, to stand a little closer, well, then it was doing its job.

As Lena adjusted her cufflinks, a knock came at the door. It was Kara, of course, arriving early as they had planned.

“Hey, Lena, are you—” Kara’s words faltered as she stepped into the room, her eyes widening at the sight of Lena standing there in the purple ensemble, the neckline plunging low enough to reveal a hint of skin that Lena had never shown off before. Kara blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to regain her composure.

“Wow. You look… amazing.”

Lena smirked, her voice smooth and confident. “I know.”

Kara opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again, clearly struggling to find the right words. Lena took a step closer, watching Kara’s gaze flicker downward, just for a moment, before she quickly looked back up at Lena's face.

“Ready to go?” Lena asked, her voice teasing, but with a warmth that softened it.

Kara cleared her throat. “Yeah, I—uh, yeah, let’s go.”

As they left together, Lena couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had chosen the purple ensemble for herself, to reclaim her identity, to distance herself from the expectations James once had of her. But she had also chosen it for Kara—for the unspoken tension between them, for the hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight could be the night where something shifted between them.

And if the way Kara had looked at her was any indication, it was already working.

The dress? It would stay in the closet.

Tonight, Lena was exactly who she wanted to be.

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Courage

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Kara sat on the edge of the Tower’s roof, looking out over National City, her cape fluttering softly behind her in the breeze. It was just after sunset, the sky tinged with the last fading streaks of orange and pink, the city lights beginning to flicker on. She could hear the distant hum of life below—cars, voices, the pulse of a city that never really slept. She loved this city. It had been her home, her refuge, her responsibility.

But lately, that responsibility has started to feel heavy.

Kara took a deep breath, trying to push away the creeping exhaustion that seemed to have taken permanent residence in her bones. The weight of saving the world, protecting everyone, making sure she was there for her friends—it was always there. She never stopped. Never allowed herself to stop.

And that was the problem.

She needed a break.

The decision to go to Argo hadn’t come lightly. It wasn’t easy to step away from the people she loved, from the city that needed her. But it was the only place she could truly rest, the only place where she didn’t have to be Supergirl. Just Kara Zor-El. Among her people. With her family.

But even that had been hard to accept. It felt selfish. She could hear the voices in her head—What if something happens while you’re gone? What if your friends need you? What if… Lena needs you?

Lena.

Kara closed her eyes, a tightness forming in her chest. Thinking of leaving Lena behind hurt more than she wanted to admit. She had already hurt Lena enough. Their friendship had gone through so much—lies, betrayal, misunderstandings—and though they were in a better place now, Kara couldn’t shake the fear that leaving, even temporarily, might make Lena feel abandoned again.

But she couldn’t stay. Not right now.

Going to Argo was the right decision, but asking Lena to come with her… that was where the courage part came in. It wasn’t about the physical strength Kara was used to. It wasn’t about facing danger or flying into battle. It was the courage to ask for what she needed, to be vulnerable enough to invite Lena into this part of her life—and into her heart—in a way she hadn’t before.

Could she really ask Lena to leave her work, her life here, just because Kara needed her?

It felt selfish. Kara hated being selfish. But at the same time, she knew deep down that she couldn’t imagine going to Argo without Lena by her side. She wanted Lena to see that part of her world, to share that piece of herself that she had kept distant for so long. Kara had come to trust Lena in a way that went beyond friendship—it was deeper, more complicated, and terrifying in its own right.

She wanted Lena to be there. She needed her to be there.

Still, the fear lingered. What if Lena said no? What if Lena didn’t want to leave her work, her life, her responsibilities? Kara knew how much L-Corp meant to her, how much her sense of duty weighed on her, just as Kara’s did on her. And what if Lena resented her for even asking? The last thing Kara wanted was to push Lena into something she wasn’t ready for.

But the thought of leaving without asking, without at least offering the chance… Kara couldn’t do that either.

So she gathered up her courage. She went to Lena’s office, her heart pounding harder than it ever did in battle. The conversation played in her mind over and over, like a broken record. She had practiced how she would say it, tried to sound casual, but when she finally stood in front of Lena, her voice had trembled just the slightest bit.

“I’m going to Argo for a while. I need a break.”

She could see the shift in Lena’s expression, the carefully masked hurt behind her eyes. Kara knew that look too well. She had seen it before—the silent panic, the fear of being left behind, the walls going up. Her own heart clenched at the thought of causing Lena more pain.

But she pushed through, because this time, she wasn’t just walking away. She wasn’t leaving Lena behind.

“It’s just a vacation,” Kara quickly clarified. “I’m coming back.”

And then, before she could lose her nerve, she asked the question she had been terrified to voice.

“I was actually wondering if you’d come with me?”

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Kara’s heart stopped. She watched as Lena blinked, clearly surprised, maybe even a little unsure. Kara’s own nerves were a mess. She wanted to reach out, to reassure Lena that it was okay to say no, that she understood how hard it might be for her to step away from L-Corp.

But she hoped—hoped more than anything—that Lena would say yes. Because the truth was, Kara didn’t just want Lena by her side. She needed her there, in that part of her life, in a way that went beyond words.

And then, Lena smiled. It was small, tentative, but real.

“I’d like that,” Lena whispered.

Kara’s heart lifted, a warmth spreading through her chest. For the first time in a long while, Kara didn’t feel guilty for needing something, for asking. Lena wanted to come with her. She wanted to be there, with Kara.

And that was all the courage Kara needed.

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Leaves

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Lena stood by the large windows of The Foundation, staring blankly at the cityscape below. The autumn wind outside shook the trees, sending leaves spiraling down to the streets. She couldn't help but feel like those leaves—falling, drifting, and being left behind. The weight of it all pressed against her chest, each recent departure stacking on top of the other until she could barely breathe under the pressure.

She had been good at pretending. Pretending that it didn’t hurt when Sam had left National City, or when Alex and Kelly got their life together with Esme, becoming a family. Nia and Brainy had their own adventures in the stars and even Andrea had finally found her purpose in life, moving back to Argentina.  Everyone was moving forward, growing, finding happiness.

And now Kara.

“I’m going to Argo for a while,” Kara said. Her tone was casual, but Lena had felt the undercurrent—the pull of Kara’s alien heritage, the family ties that stretched far beyond Earth’s atmosphere. “I need a break.”

Of course she does, Lena thought bitterly. Everyone needs a break, and they’re all taking it far away from me.

She had tried to smile. To be supportive, understanding. But deep down, she felt the familiar twist in her chest. People always left. And she’d never be enough reason for them to stay.

When she’d managed a weak, “For how long?” Kara had hesitated, just for a moment, and that hesitation had been enough. Lena had nodded, pretending not to care, pretending not to be crushed.

But Kara, ever so perceptive in ways that Lena wished she wasn’t, had caught the flicker in her eyes. The slight tremor in her voice.

“Lena…” Kara’s voice had softened. “It’s just a vacation. A short trip to Argo. I’m coming back.”

Lena’s breath had stilled in her chest, not quite sure how to process the sudden relief mingling with her still-lingering fear.

“And,” Kara added, her voice growing warmer, brighter, “I was actually wondering if you’d come with me?”

That had caught Lena entirely off guard. Her throat had tightened, and she could barely speak. “You… you want me to come with you?”

Kara smiled, her eyes full of that familiar hope and sincerity. “Of course. I want you to see where I’m from, to meet my family again. To be there with me.”

Lena blinked, her mind racing. No one had ever invited her along for the journey. Not like this. Not with the sense that she truly mattered, that her presence would make a difference. The fear of abandonment that had lodged itself so deeply in her chest began to unravel, just a little.

She could feel herself standing at the edge—still terrified of falling but now faced with a hand reaching out to steady her.

“You don’t have to decide now,” Kara added quickly, sensing Lena’s hesitation. “But I’d love for you to come. To see everything. To just… be with me.”

Lena finally exhaled, a shaky breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. The panic, the fear, it was still there, but it was softer now, quieter. She glanced at Kara, her friend, her anchor, and nodded slowly.

“I’d like that,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure.

And for the first time in a long while, Lena didn’t feel like she was being left behind. She felt like she was being invited to come along.