Full summary: Having escaped her planet at twelve, Rena Kex-Tor finally lands on Earth after wandering through a region in space where time ceased to pass. Spending the next 13 years hiding her alien abilities on Earth, Rena is now Riley King, a young woman living in National City and working for CatCo Worldwide Media as the art director's assistant. Accustomed to keeping her alien origin a secret, Riley warms up to the idea of living a normal and human life. What she isn't counting on, however, is becoming best friends with Supergirl, working for the DEO, and being on the cover of CatCo Magazine as National City's other superheroine, Wanderess.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except my OC, Riley King, and any further characters I make up along the way. I do not claim anything else besides the small tweaks and changes I'll make to the story/dialogue. This is purely meant to entertain and no profit is made out of it.


I hadn't set foot on my birth planet for a few hundred years. I wasn't even sure what became of it, if it was still there, or long abolished by a cosmic disaster.

But what Daxam came to be was no longer my concern. It stopped being the moment its people murdered my father, Kex-Tor of Krypton, under the false accusations of abduction and terrorism.

I didn't know what happened to my mother, Laira, either.

The last time I saw her, she helped me escape Daxam in the same Kryptonian ship my father had arrived to her planet in, one year before me. I preferred to believe Daxamites had been merciful to her, as she was part of their own people, and not charged her with treason after they found us.

I tried not to dwell too much on the past, on how much I wished they had escaped Daxam and landed on Earth with me - it would've made my adjusting to this strange planet easier, certainly a lot less lonelier- but I've found myself thinking back and remembering my childhood more often lately.

Maybe that was because of my constant dreams, where I lived a happy life with my parents in a whole other planet that wasn't Daxam, or Krypton, or Earth. Maybe it had something to do with the dread of meeting my new boss.

But it was probably due to my lack of coffee intake, I realized, as I disregarded the caffeine-cleanse I had been in for the past two weeks and finally caved in, buying a Venti Caffè Latte at Starbucks before heading to work.

I was the art director's assistant at CatCo Worldwide Media, an online and print empire built by my ultimate boss, Cat Grant. I was only grateful I didn't have the luck to be her assistant, as my friend, Kara Danvers, was hired to be the personal slave to the most powerful woman in National City - well, as far as the world knew, since my superpowered-alien ass could definitely give Cat Grant a run for her money.

Not saying that I ever would. The woman was already intimidating enough when her wrath was directed at someone else, and I'd hate for it to be directed at me.

"I see you're back to your bad-eating habits," Winn approached me when I entered the building, seeing me shove down my third chocolate glazed doughnut this morning.

Ashamed, I pulled out a twenty dollar bill from my wallet and gave it to him while he raised his fist up in the air triumphantly. "I'm stress-eating," I sorely explained the reason for losing the bet I agreed to, to see if I could at least stop eating junk food for a month since Winn found it odd that I always poisoned myself with lab-created foods and never suffered the consequences for it. "I meet my new boss today, and I'm strangely nervous about it."

"Well," he smiled at me, "you're not made out of steel, Lee. Feeling nervous is normal in your situation - but I still don't get how you and Kara are able to eat so much without pieces of cheeseburgers and cronuts exploding from your body everywhere."

"Wow, Winn, you paint a nice picture," I pointed out sarcastically, holding a disgusted look on my face as we walked to his desk.

"Hi guys!" Kara smiled at us cheerily as she passed us and made her way to her desk just outside of Cat Grant's big office.

"Want a doughnut?" I asked her, watching as she put her things down on her desk, and raised the box of one half-dozen doughnuts with only three left.

"Oh, sure!" The blonde took a couple of steps and stood in front of Winn's desk with me. "Thank you, Riley," she smiled before grabbing a chocolate glazed doughnut and taking a bite from it.

"And you?" I looked down and offered Winn, who sat down on his rolling chair and logged in to his computers.

"No thanks," he turned to face us in his seat. "You two can eat as much as you want, but if I have another one of those I'll explode."

With a shrug, I took the second to last doughnut and began to it eat. I saved the last one for my new boss, whoever that might be, hoping to make a good first impression.

Kara chuckled when Winn rolled his eyes at me eating my fourth doughnut in less than thirty minutes. Directing his attention to his tablet, he looked up at us and pointed at the small screen, "Did you see this? There was an armored car robbery last night."

"Yeah," I nodded and said between bites, "there's like one of those every other month." It was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Did anyone get hurt?" asked Kara, finished with her doughnut.

"No. There were no witnesses except for this homeless guy who swears the perp had horns. Like on his head!" Kara and I shared a look and chuckled, but Winn dismissed our disbelief. "I'm telling you they're out there; Aliens!"

"Winn, there's no such things as aliens," Kara laughed it off as I tried not to look so uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Well, you might feel differently after you read this website," Winn smiled and lifted up his tablet for her to take a better look at the article.

"Winn, you write that website," I said before taking a few sips of my latte to wash down all the doughnuts I ate.

"I-I contribute," he stuttered, looking between Kara and I as he set down the tablet on his desk.

"Okay, I need to go." I dropped the empty Starbucks cup into Winn's trashcan and smiled at them, using my super-hearing to listen to Cat Grant making her way to her elevator from all the way down the first floor. "I'm pretty sure Cat Grant's here and I don't want her to see me without the new layouts."

"Pretty sure or always sure? I swear, every time you say that not a minute later does she show up. Right before Kara announces that she's here, I might add." There was a beat while Winn looked at us, curious, "It's like you two are psychic twins or something."

"Something," I agreed and said goodbye to them before going over to meet the new art director.


There was no one in the art director's office when I entered the office and checked the bigger desk across from mine. Piles of boxes covered it, some already opened I noticed, as I put down my doughnut box on my desk and went over to look at some of the photographs that were pulled out.

Of course, the picture of the Pulitzer-winning image of Superman flying into the golden sky got my attention first. He was just a small figure, could barely tell it was a person and not a bird if it wasn't for the iconic red cape he wore, but the essence of light, and hope, and good was there. It was enough to make me fill my eyes with wonder, asking myself what it must feel like to fly up in the clouds without being seen as a freak but as a savior.

My Kryptonian DNA allowed me to fly, but an invisible chain kept my feet shackled to the ground. I hadn't flown in ten years, not after experiencing first-hand the foul way some people treated a being like me.

"Hello," the male voice stopped me from remembering that dark day, the moment I learned the true cruelty of Earth's people, and I held my hand away from the photograph.

"Yes, sorry," I shook my head and remembered the other thing I was supposed to do, going over to my desk while the the man stood next to the door. "It's okay, I have the layouts right here. I'll deliver them to Cat Grant so you can..." I trailed off, finally looking at him as I blinked in surprise and words failed to form in my head, "Jim-Jimmy- James Olsen?"

"Just James," he laughed while extending his hand out to me, "I'm the new guy."

Yeah, and only everything I aspire to be as a photojournalist! And also, my new boss!

I failed to keep a slight blush from creeping onto my cheeks, but at least I controlled my excitement and didn't break his hand when I shook it with a bright smile. "And I'm Riley King, your assistant, but you can call me Lee. That's what almost everyone prefers to call me, except for Cat Grant. She calls me every other name that starts with R, besides my actual name, but lately she's chosen Reyna...," I stopped my rambling when I noticed that I was still holding and shaking his hand, instantly pulling it back as I felt my face grow hot. "Sorry, I, uh- It's nice to finally meet you."

"You, too, Lee," he nodded and smiled kindly at me.

"Uh, Lee?" Kara stopped at the door, her eyes instantly taking James in and she looked over at me with a questioning look as she finished, "Miss Grant needs the new layouts."

"I have 'em," I raised the folder in my hand before I introduced her to my boss, who'd turned around smiling when Kara entered the office. "Kara, this is James Olsen. James, this is Kara Danvers."

"Oh my God," she gasped taking a step closer to us so she could shake James' hand, "you're the photographer for the Daily Planet!"

"My reputation precedes me," he let go of Kara's hand and noted with yet another charming smile.

"I'll let you two get to know each other," I looked between the two, not missing how Kara lifted her hand to adjust her glasses as she tried to hide her blush, and left the office in a hurry.

I could deal with not flying and hiding my powers. I could deal with fangirling and embarrassing myself in front of James Olsen. But I could not deal with Cat Grant being angry at me for not delivering the new layouts on time.

That woman was Satan in designer heels.


Cat Grant was pleased with the layouts and I managed to work at CatCo for another day as she didn't fire me.

The rest of my day was pretty much showing James around and introducing him to coworkers that he already didn't know. Unlike my old boss, he was fine making coffee by himself and ordering his lunches but if I let him do that everyday from now on then I'd just be sitting on my desk playing Solitaire on my computer.

So apart from showing him around, I also set down some ground rules. That way, I could still keep my job while letting him know that ordering me to do things was in my job description and I was getting paid for it.

"I really appreciate your hard work, Lee," he looked up from his computer at me, "but you should head home. It's pretty late."

Stopping from organizing his agenda for the month, I moused over my computer screen to see that he was right. It was late, late enough that I should've been at home eating my dinner by now.

"Thank you," I looked across to his desk and gave him a tired but appreciative smile. "I'll just finish this up before I go," I said and typed a couple of things down on my tablet so I wouldn't forget.

"It should really be me thanking you." He stood up from his desk to get the copies he printed out from the printer. With his back to me, he continued, "I'm just the ex-photojournalist from the Daily Planet." He turned around and smiled, pointing at me while holding the printed images in his hand, "You're the one who knows more about the art director's job than anyone."

"Well, I have been ordered around by one for the past three years so there's nothing extraordinary about that," I let out a small laugh if not at the irony of my words.

Half Daxamite. Half Kryptonian. All alien.

I was as extraordinary as they came.

James nodded, looking down at the carpeted floor while smiling. "Well," he breathed out and walked over to sit at his desk, looking at me, "thank you anyway."

I smiled back, grabbed my blazer jacket and turned off the lights on my side of the office, "See you tomorrow, James." He waved goodbye and returned to his work but before I walked out, I turned to him and asked, "Um, would you rather have muffins or doughnuts in the morning?"

He chuckled softly but shook his head and answered, "I have no preference. Goodnight, Lee."

"Okay," I gave a short nod before I left.


As I walked out of the Starbucks with my iced coffee in hand, the number of people walking down the street and suddenly stopping to look up at the night sky got my attention.

With a questioning look, I tilted my head up to see what they were all pulling out their cellphones for and widened my eyes at the burning, flying airplane.

"If you're just joining us, shortly after take-off, National City Airlines, Flight 237 bound for Geneva, is experiencing some loss of altitude. The pilot seems to be circling the city after apparent engine failure," I used my superhearing to tune in on what the male news-reporter was saying on one of the local bar's TV.

The people on the streets gasped in horror when another of the airplane's engine burst into flames in the sky. Siren's wailed as several ambulances and the blue-and-red whirling lights of NCPD cars drove down the streets, but even at full speed there wasn't a chance they could save Flight 237.

"Ohh, crap," I breathed out, knowing that I couldn't just let the people in that plane die, so I trashed my coffee without taking a sip of it and made my way to the nearest dark alley.

Running down the empty path, my heart bat with an acceleration I hadn't felt in years and it went rampant at what I tried to do next.

I took off my blazer, feeling the air against my skin as I made a big jump and stayed up in the air for a few seconds before landing back down, falling on my knees.

My breath came out loud and heavy and I closed my eyes to clear my mind. The memory of those who hurt me weighed me down, still. But they were gone, I told myself, I had escaped them and I was free now.

I could fly. And even if I couldn't, I had to. They didn't know it, but the people on that airplane were counting on me and I wasn't going to fail them.

My eyes opened again and I stood, determination set inside me as I ran down the small path I had left and jumped once more before I hit the brick wall.

Flying over it completely, I exclaimed delightedly when I remained in the air this time.

I flew up higher, National City below me as I went after the burning airplane.

One of its engines had exploded by now, but I was surprised to see it leveling off.

"What the...?" I narrowed my eyes at the human figure flying under the airplane, seeming to carry it so it wouldn't crash. I only flew faster expecting the person carrying the airplane to be Superman, but was taken back when I got close enough to realize that it was a young woman.

Not having the time to further wonder who she was, I looked past her and ahead at the bridge flowing with traffic.

"Shit!" I breathed out, flying over to the airplane's side where the other engine burned and tore it off as easily as snapping an apple from a tree before it could do more damage to the airplane.

The smoke and heat of the second engine's explosion fogged my vision for a second but I soon recovered and flew on top of the airplane, becoming closer to the tall bridge in front of us.

The airplane began to slowly tilt to its side and I quickly realized what the super-powered woman under the airplane was doing. There was only one way to avoid crashing into the bridge: by turning the airplane on its side and going through it.

I cried out, not having used so much strength in all my life as I plunged my hands into the top of the airplane, like dipping them into warm sand. Only this sand was made of incredibly strong aluminum alloy and not grains of rock.

"Oh my God!" I let out a painful groan, feeling every muscle in my body fighting hard to keep the airplane, in my literal hands, from crashing while it turned and finally went through the goddamn bridge.

I helped set Flight 237 down on the water, a new problem rising when a blinding spotlight settled upon the top of the floating airplane and outed me out to the whole world.

Immediately, my hands went up to cover my face from the camera men in helicopters above. As much as I knew that saving this airplane was going to bite me in the ass later, I didn't want anyone finding out who I was - what I was. I had not spent half of my life running from place to place just so in a day officials could come knocking on my door and lock me away for further testing.

Hell no.

I've finally found a stable job. My boss was James Olsen, a man I admired ever since I saw his Pulitzer-winning photograph of Superman printed on the Daily Planet. For the first time in thirteen years I have people that I happily called best friends, who liked me and cared about me. I was just starting to live a normal life and I enjoyed it.

So screw getting recognized as a hero and finding out who the woman carrying the plane was. I was not going to jeopardize what I already had. Before anyone could get a clear shot of me, I dived into the water and swam until I was safe.


"The passengers of Flight 237 appear to have not one, but two guardian angels," I listened to the man on Channel 3 News report what surely all of National City knew by now. "When, what many report to be a pair of female flying forms, rescued them from certain death."

Serving myself a plate of mac n' cheese for dinner, I walked over to the living room and sat down on my navy blue sofa to hear what Leyna Nguyen, live at the scene, had to say.

"Thank you, Rick," the camera turned to the woman, behind her the flashing red lights of ambulances trying to aid the rescued passengers. "Guardian angels, or human wrecking balls?"

"Motherf-," I almost chocked on my mac n' cheese, settling it down on the coffee table instead as I stared at Leyna Nguyen unbelievably. "Really?"

I held an entire airplane in my hands and helped it from crashing! The least they could do was cut me some slack, right?

"There is destruction all over Otto Binder Bridge." I sighed at the newscaster's words and ran a hand through my hair, still wet from taking a shower after I came home from helping save Flight 237. "And one quick-thinking passenger even managed to snap pictures of these heroes."

I reached for the remote and paused on the separate images stacked side by side of the young woman and me.

Judging by what was shown on screen, she was a few inches taller than me but around the same age. Everything else I couldn't easily distinguished, fortunately the pictures were of bad quality. The only thing evident about us was that we were female, and I was brunette - the other girl could've been dark-haired, too, but it looked more like she was covered in soot and exhaust.

I took in a deep breath and sighed heavily before I turned the TV off and leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes and letting the silence drown out my worries for a second.

When I opened my eyes again I grabbed my still warm mac n' cheese and forked a mouthful into my mouth. I finished my dinner in quietude, knowing that the media will not stop until they found out who these National City's heroes were. And of course, Cat Grant was going to be on top of her game tomorrow because this was her big change at getting a hero, or two, on the front page cover of CatCo Magazine.

Crazy, how things worked. This morning I was dreading meeting my new boss, and tomorrow that same dread would sit in the pit of my stomach as the city tried to figure out who their new superheroines were.

I went to bed with a single question haunting me in my sleep: what did I just do?


A/N: So I'm not new to this, but I've been gone for almost a year and apparently I've forgotten some important things (like how to start writing a decent story lol). But I have high hopes for this fic and couldn't think of a better way to start 2017 by sharing it with you guys!

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