I'll Hold Your Hand, You Hold Onto Your Hope
This is for @supersantafemslash ‘s Xmas in July. It’s a SuperCat story for @themillsdaughter who asked for:
“you don't know who your soulmate is until you hold their hand."
Unfortunately, I’m too lazy to format this whole thing, so enjoy it on ao3!
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Cat Grant doesn’t like being touched. She’d done the customary handshake greeting for everyone until she’d gotten her second divorce. She let the gossip papers say what they wanted: she’d found her soulmate, her germaphobia had finally won out, her soulmate was dead, etc.
Really the germaphobia one was closest, she hadn’t found her soulmate and she wouldn’t, ever. Obviously, she was one of the unlucky (or lucky, depending) ones whose soulmate was a recluse, died, or just gave up and settled down with someone else.
Of course Kara’s been working for her for nearly two years when they first hold hands.
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Read it on ao3.