Four months. That’s what Alex had said when Kara woke up. Four months since she’d fought Reign -- four months since Reign defeated her -- four mouths since she’d died. Kara had woken up on a table or in a bed at the DEO so many times that she hadn’t realized at first that this was any different, that time had passed. And yet by the look on her sisters’s face -- it had. Kara was shocked by the explanation given to her, wracked her brain for answers or explanations, memories of something -- anything. But it was gone. Like she had simply blinked and woken up four months later. She was tired and her limbs felt heavy and oddly new but it all worked. Alex refused to let her move from that bed while they ran more tests and prodded. She insisted she’d call Lena but Kara asked her to wait. Lena. Kara wanted to see her more than anything. It was the first thought she’d had upon realizing four months had passed -- four months where her loved ones thought she was dead. But she didn’t want to call Lena and have it all go wrong, have her wind up lost again. Alex seemed so worried that it wouldn’t stick. Test after test was run, machines beeping and buzzing and Kara laid there, begging for conclusions that said she could go -- go find Lena, fix it.
Alex was all business when she finally delivered the results, that they seemed conclusive and promising. But Kara could see the tears in her eyes and feel the desperation in her arms when she’d finally wrapped them around Kara’s shoulders.
Not two hours later she was on her way to L-Corp, assuming Lena would be at her office, no matter the hour. Kara’s fingers vibrated with energy, looped into her blue sleeves. Her blue and red outfit, cape and all had been memorialized in some case in the DEO that made Kara’s jaw twitch. She shouldn’t have put it on. Should have put on something more subtle, so as to not alert Reign or anyone else in National City that Supergirl wasn’t dead. But Kara wasn’t thinking about that. She was thinking about Lena, the open door on her balcony that Kara could see from where she was in the sky -- left open, as though she were...waiting. Something about that thought cracked Kara’s chest. She had no way of knowing how Lena would have handled this, how okay she’d be, or not okay. Her thoughts swirled with possibility but Kara landed on the balcony all the same, on to gentle feet, with a quiet thud as she stepped through the doorway. “Lena?”