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āWe keep ending up in situations like this.ā Maeās never liked hospitals. The ever-present feeling of death weighs heavy over the entire building, and sheās had plenty of death in her life already. Everyone here knows each other better than Mae knows any one of them. A teammate lays on a hospital bed, where the others congregate and try to cheer her up.
She doesnāt know what to say or what to do. She doesnāt know what any of them want from her in this situation.
āThatās the job,ā thereās something resigned about the way he says it, something deeply sad. Everyone Mae knows has suffered horribly. Is that what life is? āWould you want to stick around for a while? We could use you on the team.ā
She considers it for a moment. Liz has been helping herābut she misses having someone more well-versed in heroism guiding her. Itās been so lonely out in Charlotte.
āYes, I think I will.ā She looks up at him from where sheād been staring at the shiny hospital tile. Heās looking at her too, but she canāt quite place the expression on his face. Thatās okay. She doesnāt exactly know how she feels either.
āIām trying to be less trusting. I keep getting burnt.ā She sits with her legs dangling off the building. She hadnāt slept in days, and it was getting to her, but she couldnāt bring herself to restānot when trouble could pop up at any minute. Escaping Lexāand Clarkās shadowāturned out to be more tiring than sheād expected.
āItās a double-edged sword. Itās easier to avoid being hurt if you never rely on anyone, but itās impossible to be entirely self-sufficient. Weāre a social species.ā Tim stood a little further from the edge, wiping down his staff with a cloth he pulled out of somewhere. Mae assumes one of his pockets, but itās larger than she would have thought. Sheās never really sure if she actually understands how clothes work for normal people.
āWeāre not the same species,ā she reminds him. She thinks she hears ambulance sirens, but it could just be her imagination playing tricks on her again. Echoes of her last few weeks haunting her. āIām not sure Iām any species at all.ā
āYouāve got me there. But you donāt seem happy on your own either.ā He folds up the cloth smaller than she knew possible, and slips it into one of his pockets, just like sheād thought. It joins all the other gadgets she doesnāt understand, as foreign to her as the man who uses them.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
Linda had known about Supergirl for a while before meeting her and.. becoming her. Now, with her memories, Linda was closer to her than either of them had ever thought was possible for two people.
Itās almost unsettling, being inside of the head of someone sheād been a fan of. Knowing how she thinks, what she feelsā what sheās been throughā makes it all feel so surreal.
Sheād been like a bird, moving between places, trying to find somewhere safeā and not fitting in anywhere. She gave Linda everything because thatās who she wasā but also because sheād been profoundly unhappy.
Linda rubbed the cloth of Supergirlās cape between her fingers. Sheād thought that with a life like hers, doing what she didā sheādāve been happier. But it turns out falling in love with the wrong person isnāt something thatās limited to human girls.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
The first thing Mae notices when she wakes up is that nobody is next to her. She, unlike Clark, needs to sleep about as much as human does. Lex sleeps when he has the time to, in between all the work he does for metropolis. Still, she knows when she fell asleep, Lex was thereā and the lack of sunlight from their wall-to-ceiling windows says it must be before dawn.
She feels disconcertedā everything around her is unfamiliar. The bed sheās on is smaller than Lexās, the room sheās in has different floors and walls and decor.
The unfamiliarity makes her heart race and her body feel like itās been drenched in cold water. The last time she woke up somewhere strange, with no memories of her journeyā it seems so long ago now, but the loss of her home hangs over her still. She gets out of bed quietly, gently flying less than a foot above the ground so the sounds of her footsteps wonāt alert anyone to her presence. She opens the door to the hallway, and begins to explore the building sheās in, trying to find some clue that would trigger her memories and tell her her purpose here.
Despite just about everything in his life falling apart, or maybe because of it, Dick clung to routine. He never used to be the typeā He got bored easily, and forgot things even easier. Eating breakfast every day or sleeping at the same time just weren't possibilities. Now, though, it was important. Half for Damian, since Dick knew the poor kid needed something stable in his life, and thrived off of sameness. The other half was to give himself something to cling to.
It's a school night. Damian's been put to bed after patrol, and Dick has his scheduled 20-minutes of breathing time before he passes out. He'll be lucky to get into pajamas.
He only wanders into the kitchen to get water, and then he... stalls. Something feels wrong.
Mae hears someone in a room down the hallā she presses against the wall of the hallway, making herself invisible. She canāt make herself silentā the sound of her breathing is loud in the sudden silenceā the other personās gone still too.
Dick should know better than to panic. After all these years, he should respond with a practiced calm. It could just be Damian. It's probably just Damian.
He grabs his phone and turns on the flashlight, as he makes his way towards the breathing.
Thereās something familiar about him, the way he walks. Mae startles a little as the man brushes against her invisible armā her focus fails and just as she accidentally shifts into visibility, she pushes him away with her shieldā propelling herself backwards a little, right into the wall. The wall crumples a little behind herā sheās never seen a wall bend so easily. Something is strange here.
āWho are you?!ā Sheās loud, and sheās remembering the last time againā how her confusion drives her to anger. Something is wrong here, and sheās frustrated with not knowing what.
"Who are you?" His stance is defensive, still, ready to restrain her if he has to. But her confusion is what gets himāNot to mention the outfit. The hair. She's Supergirl but... not.
āIām Supergirl.ā The āobviouslyā is left unsaid. She hovers, back still to the damaged wall. He recovered from her push earlier than expected. The man in front of her is clearly trainedā sheās used to fighting civilians and monsters and robots, not trained humans. Is this the doing of one of Lexās business rivals? Sending an assassin to take out Lexās strongest bodyguard and leave him vulnerable? āWho do you work for?ā
"I know Supergirl." He just about rolls his eyes. Really, her disguise was good for someone who probably hadn't met herā She might've fooled someone else. But Dick had worked with Kara a few times now. This woman was not that kid. "You aren't her."
She looks down at her costume as if sheās checking if itās still there, then back at the man in front of her, eyes narrowing in confusion and frustration.
āIām not sure who youāre talking about, but I am Supergirl.ā The āclearlyā is again left unsaid.
"Supergirl is sixteen." Which is.. probably not public info, actually. She looks sixteen, to himā But what the hell does he know? The public could think she's 25. The public took months to notice the Batman swap.
Her nose scrunches up a little in that annoyed sort of way.
āNo, Superboy is sixteen. Donāt mix me up with him, please.ā
"Which Superboy are you thinking of? Because neither is sixteen." Rubbing his temple. This conversation is giving him a migraine.
āThe only Superboy I know prefers to be called Superman. I- I prefer to call him Kid or something similar. I knew the real Superman. He was the most honorable man Iāve ever met, save for Draaga. Everything he didā Iāve tried to take on his mission without replacing him. Not that others provide him the same courtesyā¦ā She musnāt cry in front of this stranger. She tries to not cry at all, truly. Her outburst with Lois still eats away at herā how could she burden her, be around her wearing his symbol?
āMany people have shown upā after his death, claiming to be himā¦ returned, or something of the like. Perhaps your Superboy and Supergirl are these wannabe types.ā
Dick has to... This is the point where he has to admit reality. This girl isn't a poser or a fake. She's probably from somewhere else.
God, he hates dimensional travel. "I... listen, okay, weird question. What year do you think it is?"
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
(Rewrite of Adventures of Superman #489)
Sheās been many different things to many different people. The frigid emptiness of space gnaws at her as she stands on this planet with so thin an atmosphere. The Cellkeeper stands next to her, in front of the grave of her newest friend.
Draaga had fought and died to protect her. Supergirl. She hasnāt taken this form since she was on her own Earth. That feels like a lifetime ago, now. Implanted memories of Lanaās mix with memories of Clarkās from the Eradicator and with her own memories to create someone she canāt quite recognise when she looks in the mirror.
Supergirl is the closest thing to a true identity sheās ever had. And Earth is the closest thing to a home sheās ever had. The barren rock where Draaga will rest forever may be more familiar to her now than Earth is, but itās far from being a home. The Cellkeeper is saying some sort of comforting nonsense, but she canāt bother to pay much attention. His helmet sits on top of his gravestone. Next to his grave lies the Cleric, who died after giving Superman the Eradicator.
She doesnāt know if Draaga would appreciate that or hate it. She doesnāt know much of anything anymore. She wasnāt there when Superman first met the Cleric nor when he first met Draaga. She hadnāt even been created when heād first visited her home universe.
āDraaga gave his life to save youā there is great honor in such a passing. Matrixā do not be sad.ā The Cellkeeper tries to comfort her. She knows the value in what he says; Draaga valued honor above all else. He would be at peace with his death. Still, she mourns him.
āIn my existence, I have seen the death of my world, my friendsā now this friend.ā Death seems to follow her wherever she goes. She cannot save those she loves. āFor too long, I wandered the galaxies, frozen in the form of Supermanā¦ unsure of who I was supposed to be, or where I belonged.ā
āYou have found that which you seek?ā
āThis is the image I assumed when Draaga attacked me, thinking I was Superman. It is the form he died protecting. This āskinā feels right, and the name āSupergirlā does suit me.ā
āWhere will you go?ā
āEarth.ā She has nowhere else to go. Nowhere else where people know her. She canāt be Supermanā but maybe she can help.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
She climbs the stairs quicklyā sheād normally just fly up the stairwell to Lexās office, but today sheās trying to surprise him. Sheād become invisible to make sure his cameras lost track of her; sheād be more concerned about his surveillance of her, but sheās been witness already to what his enemies will do to get to him. Sometimes even his own employees will turn on him.
Lana helped her make some simple cookies. Mae knows Lex probably wonāt eat themā he can be very particular about his food, especially with the risk of poisoning.
Still, if he doesnāt, itās a nice gift for his employees. She isnāt quite so close to them as sheād like to be. She knows some of them think poorly of herā that sheās some sort of empty-headed blondeā but most of them are kind enough and do their jobs well.
She worries over the things sheās overheard as she continues to climb the stairs to the top floor of the tower. Is it so horrible to love someone and be loved back? They think of her as Lexās pet, simply because she does ask he asksā but she doesnāt do them solely because of that, but also because she believes in Metropolis. She does as he asks because she wants to.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
Lindaās an artist. Sheās made sculptures for years, although her subject has varied.
Mae has never had much time for art. Itās always been interesting to her, but with all the evil in the world, there was no room in her schedule. Not that sheās ever really understood how itās made, either.
Still, itās Lindaās birthday. She feels silly even doing all this, trying to get her something. Lindaās here, as always, her soul mixing with Maeās own. Thereās no way to ever surprise her.
She should just know what Linda wants. The same way she knows the name of her fifth grade teacher, the same way she knows what happened with Buzz. And yet, she finds herself not wanting to know. It seems almost like cheating to just search the recesses of her mind for the answer.
Linda means too much to her for her to go the easy route, and so here she is, looking at art. Not sculptures, just paintings and prints and the like. She feels almost as if she could just touch them and feel the things they depict. She canāt touch any of it though, not without buying it.
Money has always confused her. Her own Earth was long past the need for capitalismā what would you sell and buy on a planet with no remaining natural resources? All they had was the fight against tyranny. The Kents did all the shopping when she stayed with them. She couldnāt very well go to the store not knowing how to speak, not to mention being a shade of purple. With Lex, money just didnāt matter. He had so much of it and owned so much of Metropolis that if she needed anything, she could get it without much thought.
With Linda, things are a bit more complicated. Lindaās own knowledge mixing with hers has helped her understand things more. Still, there are gaps in her practical understanding of things. She understands how much art should cost, as Linda sells hersā but how to go about buying it from a galleryā¦ not so much.
Itās harder to tell whoās an employee and whoās not, in places like thisā at the stores, usually thereās a uniform or color scheme. Sheās waved to one or two people already who ended up not working here, and sheās beginning to feel discouraged. Maybe she can find something somewhere easier. She remembers in Metropolis, sometimes artists would sell their work by the road, at a park.
Itās been a while since sheās been to Metropolis. With as much as Lex owns there and with how long she worked with Team Luthor there, her memories of it are tainted. Sheād go as Linda, but that defeats the purpose of trying to keep them as separate as possible so she can get her a gift.
Perhaps she can ask Ma to help her pick something. Itās been easier lately, being able to talk to Ma and Pa about her life as Linda.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
Heād been in space for months now. He still doesnāt know what heās looking for, really. He just knows what he isnāt and cannot be. He isnāt human, and he isnāt Superman, and at least for now thereās no place on Earth for him.
Space feels more freeing, and somehow more familiar. The desolate landscapes remind him of home, and the aliens here know nothing about him. The stars and the frigid nothing of the space between planets fill him with a sense of loneliness still. But he cannot hurt anyone out here.
His memory of it all comes and goes. Mostly goes. The implanted memories of Lanaās are long gone, and his memories of the early days in the lab are fuzzy and distorted.
And yet, still, he hopes. That heāll wake up and itāll all be a bad dream. Heād wake up back home and Lex will tell her that she and Superman stopped them and theyāre rebuilding Earth. Or heād wake up back with the Kents as if heād never believed he was Superman and hurt them, and heād get to learn more about the daily life of humans on their Earth.
Heās beginning to realise thatās never going to happen. Maybe Space doesnāt hold the secrets to happiness either. Maybe the only real home heāll ever find is the one he left behind.
Day 2 of Summer of Supergirl: Purpose. Find on AO3 Here.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
Mae could never leave well enough alone. It was impossible for her to see someone in need and not help, in the same way it was impossible for her to not hope for the best. Trying to stop her was sort of like trying to stop the tide of the ocean by scooping water up with your hands.
In a world full of complex rules and issues, Mae found her motivations to be very simpleā she wants to help people, she wants to be human, and she wants her loved ones to live happily forever after.
Things are so much more complicated here than where she was created. The concept of lawsā of governmental jurisdictionā hadnāt really crossed her mind until Supermanās death and the incidents with Cadmus. When they spoke of having the legal right to do what they were doing, she found herself lostā why should laws or rules matter in a situation where theyāre clearly in the wrong?
Lex Luthor lived for laws. Whenever he could, he found loopholes. Dr. Kelley exposed him for everything, and he slipped out of doing any real jail time. Dr. Kelley, however, went to jail for life. Lex will always find a scapegoat.
Heād tried to blame the murder of Sasha Green on his janitor too.
Since she left him, her lifeās been in disarray. She canāt stay with the Kents. Sheās learned it puts them in dangerā not only because of her, but also because people know about her now. Travelling back and forth from the Kentsā feels ever more dangerous when she knows about Luthorās trackers and surveillance.
But she canāt stay with Liz Perske forever either. Sheās a woman with her own responsibilitiesā and ever since she had to jump out of a window to help people, sheās felt like a burden on her. Liz didnāt seem too bothered, but it just reminds her of when sheād left Lex in that plane to help Superman. Lex had been so upset with herā her impulsivity puts those around her in danger.
Everything was so simple where she was created. She was born, and then she would fight the Kryptonian criminals and hope to save the surviving humans in the process. Everything changed with her fetchquest for Superman, when sheād woken up so confused. Everything was strange, dead people walking and lost cities standing.
When sheād lost everything and been taken back to that strange world, it was an uphill battle to learn all the new rules. Without Lanaās memories or Lex there to guide her, she found herself reliant on people who didnāt understand her to teach her things she barely knew before. And the Eradicatorā¦
Day 1 of Summer of Supergirl: Beginning. Find it on AO3 here.
Summer of Supergirl is a month long event in June, where every day I post a short fic themed to the dayās prompt. You can find the prompt list here.
She was born in Smallville. She used to have false memories of a childhood as Lana Lang, but those have since faded in favour of her memories of her time in the Lab, being created. Waking up and seeing her creator for the first time, in all his righteous glory.
He seemed so beautiful and so hopeful, moulding her into who she is today. He was kind to her, even as he told her about her mission. She fought alongside him for a while, losing a battle of attrition. By the time she was created, all that remained was Smallville. Lex told her that their world once looked like the one she lives on now, with sunlight and trees and cars and animals. People of all different shapes and sizes, deserts and mountains and rainforests.
All thatās left now is protected by a dome, a glass half-circle locking them in and locking the Kryptonians out. Itās empty now, with her in Clarkās universe and everyone else dead. The entire universe is devoid of life, save for maybe the Time Trapper.
There's so much more here. Even before the Kryptonians were freed and began their reign, her home had been plagued by another genocide. The Time Trapper erased countless planets and solar systems, just so he could have a Krypton and an Earth to play dolls with.
This Earth was just its own little corner of the universe, surrounded by alien planets full of life and culture of their own. She doesnāt have to stay here, on Earth. But sheās done her travelsā after the death of Draaga, none of it seems quite so welcoming anymore. She still feels more free, when she flies around space. More at home than amongst the civilian populace of Earth.
She feels like maybe thatās wrong of her. To feel a bit out of place everywhere, but especially on Earth. She was created to protect humanityā albeit a different group of humans than the one she protects now, but still. Sheās always drawn to them, but sheās still separate from them. At least the aliens wonāt hate her for not being human.
Her creator never hated her, she remembers. He truly was proud of her, not just himselfā his own creation, travelling across time and space and universes to save them. He let her believe she was human for a while. Sheās not quite sure if sheās upset with him for it or thankful for the time sheād had as Lana.
Maybe it would be easier if she could talk to him. If he could have told her the truth himself, instead of telling Superman. But she, impulsive as ever, had gotten herself knocked unconscious long before his death in Supermanās arms.
Jean-Paul isnāt entirely sure how he ended up here. Not in so far as he lost track of the order of events, but more that he must have blacked out at some point. The Batman suit is heavy on him, the way heās collapsed onto the ground. A woman sits next to him, and his eyes adjust just enough to make out the S symbol on her chest.
āBatman, youāre going to have to get up. Iām having a hard enough time fighting them off and keeping you shielded, I canāt help you up right now.ā Supergirl says through gritted teeth, and he manages to keep his eyes open enough to realise that despite all the chaos, thereās a space about a foot around him in all directions thatās completely untouched by flying debris. Her shield, he thinks, until everything else clicks into place and he drags himself up into standing position. His head really hurts.
āI donāt want you to think Iām not still mad at you.ā She whispers by his ear as she begins pulling his jacket down off his shoulders. āBut itāsā in the past.ā
āYouāre still mad at me?ā Kon frowns, incredulous, but he helps her take his jacket off all the same, and once heās free of it he trails his hands up her sides. āI gotta say, youāre giving some mixed signals.ā
āCanāt you just pretend weāre human and come make a mistake with me?ā She could easily just melt away her shirt, but she pulls it off over her head anyways, savoring the sensation of air on her human skin, dropping the telekinetic field she usually uses to protect herself.
āIāll come, but Iām not sure Iād call that a mistake.ā He grins, wide, and the joke is so stupid and so un-Lex that she pulls him in to kiss him again. His hands settle on her hips, and she feels a little like sheās in the weirdest teen movie for about ten seconds before she registers what heās said and jerks away.
āIām not- weāre not- I just wanted to kiss for a while, is all.ā She just wants to feel human for a moment, and maybe she shouldnāt have gone to another non-human for that, but she thought maybe heād understand. She swallows synthetic saliva with her synthetic mouth and her synthetic body and moves her synthetic hands away from him.
āThatās cool- weāre cool, itās cool.ā He placates, hands up and facing out. Mae finds herself grinning and she feels stupid but itās fine because theyāre both stupid. Itās fine. Theyāll be stupid together, just this once, and then they can go back to beingā helpful.
āI do think youāre cool,ā she says, hesitating for a moment.
She and Kon sit together on Bartās rug. He and Kon are playing some video game Mae doesnāt recognise. Sped-up music plays in the background. Mae leans against Kon, resting her head on his shoulder. The position isnāt exactly the peak of comfort, but the feeling of Konās leather jacket pressing into her cheek is a welcome distraction from where her mind was wandering.
Itās hard not to think about Lex. How he could do all that to her and go on with his life, she doesnāt understand. Sheās trying not to think too much about him anymore. It seems like he doesnāt think much about her, anyways.
Kon starts laughing, and Mae has to catch herself to avoid losing her balance. She moves away from him, sitting instead a bit closer to the tv, facing towards the window and Bart and Kon. She finds it easier to focus on the birds in the trees and the texture of the rug beneath her than on the game theyāre playing.
Sheād decided she needs a major change in her life to fix things. Fusing with Linda has definitely been a change. Her mind feels like itās been broken up into a bunch of pieces and then scrambled around and dumped in sewage from a church. She has pop culture knowledge sheās pretty sure she didnāt have before, slang coming from her lips like itās as natural as anything else. She has memories that sheās definitely sure she didnāt have before, too. Memories of parents, school, a boyfriendā¦. a human life.
Sheās always felt separate from humanity, despite being from Earth too. Maybe itās because she was created in homage to an alien, maybe itās because Lex Luthor didnāt think to program her with things conducive to living a life away from his side. She doesnāt know.
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Sheād never really been able to feel things, physically. Her telekinetic field kept everything at a safe distance. Things have changed a bit- she still doesnāt feel most things, but now she feels Linda. Her hands are Lindaās hands, filled with Lindaās blood and Lindaās soul. It feels almost like the light crackle of her telekinetic field, just on the inside of her skin.
āLinda? Can you hear me?ā She whispers, aware of how odd it would look if someone overheard her talking to herself like this. Humans do that a lotā talk to themselves. But not quite like this, sheās certain. Thereās no reply, of course, but she knows she just has to put it up to faith. She has to believe Linda can hear her, because she can feel Lindaās presence. She wonders for a moment if Linda can feel her too, or if it feels different for her.
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