AN: I've been binge watching Grey's Anatomy all week, because that's what you do when you graduate and I've had this stuck in my head. All mistakes are my own and I have borrowed some of the dialogue from the pilot episode. But hope you enjoy!


The bar is loud and the floors sticky. Kara can barely hear herself think over the pounding bass of whatever music is playing, some top 200 song that sounds just like every other song on the radio. Heather, as the owner had introduced herself, is friendly and attentive, making sure none of the patrons get overly handsy with her and she appreciates it as she finishes off her second glass of chardonnay. From what Kara can tell from the rowdy group at a table behind her, the bar must be popular with the hospital staff from across the road and she can see why. It has its charms what with the dark hardwood floors that could probably do with a thorough cleaning and the framed music posters that hang on the walls. The jukebox in the corner has clearly been put to good use as the music switches to something Kara actually recognises.

Kara likes the atmosphere and she can definitely see herself coming here after a long shift at the hospital. She waves one of the bartenders over.

"What can I get for you, beautiful?"

Kara, in spite of herself, blushes. "I'll have a large glass of chardonnay, please."

"Coming right up." The bartender smiles charmingly at her and she supposes that he expects her to swoon at the sight of his dimples. He's tall and attractive enough; Kara does have a thing for a strong jawline, but other than that he's just not her type. He looks like a frat boy and Kara dated enough jocks throughout both high school and college to know to never go near one again.

"Here you go," he says, placing the wineglass on a napkin. "Shall I put it on your tab?"

"Yes-"

"No need. It's on me," Kara hears from behind. The voice is soft and it immediately sends shivers of delight down Kara's spine.

A woman takes the available seat next to Kara and grins at her. Kara gapes and stares at her a little in awe. Sure, she's been hit on by plenty women before, but never one as beautiful as this.

"You- You're- I'm..." Really, Kara. Really? That's the best you can do?

"You're welcome." The woman radiates amusement and Kara's helpless, utterly helpless because here is an absolutely gorgeous woman, who could clearly have her pick of anyone at the bar sitting next to one Kara Danvers and smiling charmingly at her, green eyes sparkling with delight at Kara's awkward stuttering.

Kara pushes her glasses up. "Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous."

"I make you nervous?" The woman grins again and leans back against the bar, legs crossed. She did that on purpose and Kara takes a sip of her wine, grateful for the sudden chill in her throat, because she's completely lost hers.

"Why- I- Yes, yes you do. You're insanely pretty and I'm me." Kara blushes and she really can't believe she's said that aloud. You're insanely pretty? She has zero game and Alex would be so disappointed in her. She's a disappointment to bisexuals everywhere.

"Don't be," the woman says, placing her hand on top of Kara's. "And definitely don't sell yourself short. You're easily the most gorgeous woman in this bar." The woman slowly rakes her eyes up and down Kara's body for emphasis, winking when she finally meets Kara's eyes once more.

Ok, is it suddenly hot in here? Or is it just her? Kara tugs at the collar of her shirt, unbuttoning the first two buttons. Where on earth is Alex? She was supposed to be here ages ago.

"If you're going to take your shirt off, I'd rather be on a first name basis. I'm Lena."

Holy hell. A name. Kara has a name and it's a pretty good name, if she does say so herself.

"Uhm." Is all that comes out.

Lena raises an eyebrow, a small smirk adorning her lips. "Well, Uhm, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Oh god, she's making fun of her. Say something, damn it.

"Kara," she somehow manages to say, in between choking on her own words and air itself. "My name is Kara." Lena's smile widens if at all possible and Kara very nearly faints.

"I like it. It suits you."

"I like you." What was that? She's not here, but Maggie is somewhere out there face-palming.

Kara can't be sure in the bar's dim lighting, but Lena's cheeks do seem to take on a slight pink tint and Lena ducks her head, averting her eyes for a moment. Just a moment and then she's back to her confident self. "What a coincidence. I like you as well."

And then a man, all broad shoulders and toothy smiles, walks up to the pair and leans far too close to comfort to Kara, enough for her to smell the stench of stale beer and bad scotch in his breath. He angles in between the two women, propping himself up against the bar and stares far too intently at Kara's lips.

"Heeeeeeeey, pretty lady. Can I buy you a drink?" The words are far too slurred to make out, but Kara gets the gist of it.

"She already has one." The tone Lena uses is pure steel and lord if it isn't doing something to her.

The man seems to have finally noticed Lena's presence and his smile widens even further. "Can I buy you a drink then? Or both of you? Let's make it a party."

"No, thank you. I think we'll be alright," Kara says, as calmly as she can manage. She's really not in the mood for this and from the quick glance she shares with Lena over the guy's shoulder, neither is she.

The man scoffs and nearly loses his balance as he tries to stand upright. "Please, you'd both love a bit of this."

"I doubt it, but how about this," Lena bargains, giving Kara's leg a light squeeze and a look that clearly says 'I've got this. "We ask the lovely Heather for some tequila and the first one to down all their shots, wins the hand of the enchanting Kara. Deal?"

The man laughs, but readily agrees; no doubt in his mind that he's going to absolutely crush Lena. His friends join in, but Kara sees the way Lena's jaw sets and the way she squares her shoulders. Heather lines up fourteen shots along the bar and it's over before it really begins. As soon as the words 'Go' are uttered, Lena downs the first one and then the next. By the time the guy reaches his fourth, Lena's already finished and is smiling smugly at Kara, cheeks flushed.

"I think that means I win?"

The guy is dragged away by his friends, pride wounded and shouting to everyone who'd bother listening that she'd cheated.

"Kara, darling. Shot?"

Tequila? Oh, no, no, no. The last time Kara drank tequila was after finishing med school and Alex had cracked open a bottle she'd been saving for that very occasion. She doesn't remember precisely what had happened, but Kara's seen enough photographic and video proof to know that she should stay away from that particular drink. Never, ever again.

"I probably shouldn't-"

"Please. For me?"

Let it be clear that Kara usually has excellent self-control. She is completely immune to Alex's pathetic attempt at puppy dog eyes, and Maggie's dimples. But to this, to this she is not. Lena is dangerously close to her, their faces mere inches apart and suddenly the tequila is a good idea.

"Ok, just one."

One turns into five and soon enough Kara is licking salt from Lena's wrist and sucking the lime from her lips as the tequila burns its way down her throat. Her heart is basically threatening to burst from her chest and her head is spinning, but it's a pleasant kind of buzz and she's relishing the closeness to Lena and the way her body is practically moulding to fit next to hers. Kara attempts to grab another shot, but a delicate hand stops her.

"I think you've had enough, don't you?" Lena says, grinning at Kara's disgruntled expression. In truth Heather had cut them both off, but she doesn't think either one had heard her.

"Nope," Kara says, popping the 'p' like a child. Lena laughs and Kara can't help but marvel at the simple musicality of Lena's laugh. It's her new favourite sound. It's like potstickers, pizza and ice-cream all rolled into one. If they had a sound, that is. Kara threads her fingers through Lena's hair and it's silky and so, so soft and dark, like the sky! Just like the midnight sky and she wonders why she hadn't noticed earlier. It's just so soft.

Lena tugs a little on Kara's shirt to get her to stand and whoa, standing is so much fun. Who knew that? And Lena, god, Lena is looking so kissable right now. She's kind of been staring at her lips all night and she's been so close, inching closer as the hours went by. Did sucking a lime from her mouth count as kissing? Kara doesn't think so and as soon as they leave the bar, the pair of them swaying like the drunken idiots they are, Kara leans in to kiss Lena properly.

It's messy and sloppy and everything Kara thought it would be. Lena's hands are running up and down her sides and Kara can't think. Her brain has actually short-circuited and as they pull apart, panting and pupils completely blown Kara wonders what on earth she's been doing with her life when she could've been kissing Lena.

"Do you- do you want to come home with me?" Kara says then, suddenly shy. Her heart is beating so fast, but Lena's is the same. They're facing each other, barely a width apart and Lena kisses her in response.

Ok, she can do that.

They stumble out of a cab a while later, throwing far too much money at the taxi driver who tells them to enjoy their night. The lift up to Alex's apartment is pure torture and by the time they reach Alex's apartment, Kara is aching to touch Lena in any way she can and Lena clearly feels the same because she presses Kara against the door and trails a path of searing kisses along the column of Kara's neck as she fumbles with her keys.

"Are you sure we-" Kiss. "Maybe we should-" Kiss. "Oh, screw it."

The door slams shut behind them and Kara just about manages to guide them to the couch. She can barely keep track of her own thoughts, her mind already hazy with everything and anything that is the dark-haired woman sprawled on top of her, trailing deliciously mind-numbing kisses along the side of her jaw. Kara gasps when Lena finds a particularly sweet spot just behind her earlobe and then proceeds to bite down none too gently, drawing out another gasp from Kara.

Emboldened by the heat that is steadily pooling low in her stomach because of the way Lena is nipping, sucking and soothing her skin with tantalising flicks of a devilish tongue, Kara flips them, both surprising and exciting the woman now beneath her. Lena's hands fist at the back of Kara's shirt, nails clawing at the fabric as Kara forcefully presses their lips back together, eliciting an unexpected moan from Lena that is smothered almost immediately when Kara pries open welcoming lips with her tongue.

Wandering hands creep along the hem of Kara's untucked and rumpled shirt, pale fingers skimming the skin of her lower back. Kara's own hands tangle in Lena's hair and she once again marvels at its softness.

Lena flips them again.

Sunlight is streaming through the room, peaking lazily through the blinds as Kara stirs from sleep. Her neck feels stiff, as though she's slept funny on it all night and that would make sense because she's currently lying on Alex's couch. Naked. The extremely uncomfortable couch Alex bought for her first apartment when she was a struggling student, ambling her way through med school. As she rubs at her neck, wincing when she hits a particularly hard knot, she wonders why on earth Alex still has it. She can certainly afford a much better one now.

That's when she hears it, through the pounding of her head (she is so regretting that last tequila shot).

A soft groan and the shuffling of cushions. Oh. Oh. That would explain the nakedness and why she's feeling both sore and as light as a feather. Ok, well Alex is going to kill her if she finds out. When she finds out. She kind of has a sixth sense about these kinds of things. And, oh god, she-they did it on the couch. Kara has never been more grateful that Alex bailed on her last night to do god knows what, but thankfully that didn't involve returning to her apartment.

A dark head pops up from the carpeted floor, raven hair sticking up in all directions. The woman's face is scrunched up as if she doesn't quite remember how she got there, but then she spots Kara eyeing her, roving over every expanse of exposed flesh and it all comes flooding back to her. The bar, the tequila, the kisses, even more kisses. The woman grabs a pillow and holds it against her chest, shooting Kara a wry grin.

"This is, uh, humiliating on so many levels," the woman says and all Kara can do is chuckle nervously and run a hand through her own tangled blonde mess. She's doing her best not to just stare. "But also fun, so why don't you come back over here and we can pick up where we left off?"

Kara stands up, swallowing the lump at the back of her throat as the woman grins unabashedly at her figure. "I'm late. For work. I'm late for work and you can't exactly be late on your first day, right? So you need to go." She doesn't sound convincing even to her own ears, but she does have work in… An hour. So yeah, even if she wanted to, she couldn't. And she definitely doesn't want to.

"You sure about that?" the woman asks, eyebrow raised.

Ok, now Kara remembers why she went home with this woman. She's hot. Totally hot and she would, she most definitely would go there again, but she does have work and she wants to make a good first impression because that's what responsible adults do, right?

"Y-yes, I'm sure. So, I uhm am going to take a shower," Kara pretends her heart doesn't start to race when she spots the woman's eyes take on a predatory gleam at the mention of the shower. "And when I come back you're not going to be here so uhm, goodbye?"

"Lena," the woman provides.

"Right." Kara points to herself. "Kara."

"Kara." She ignores the way Lena's tongue practically curls over the letters of her name and what it's doing to her insides.

"Goodbye, Lena." Kara doesn't stop to hear the woman- Lena's reply and she nearly sprints up the stairs in an effort to get away from the smirk that she's definitely not thinking about. Damn it, Kara.

So her life in National City was definitely off to a good start, a very good start. The more Kara thinks about it, the more she's sure that this entire situation is Alex's fault though because she's the one that ditched her at the bar last night, not Kara. Ditched her to go out with her girlfriend even after double checking multiple times throughout the day that Kara would be at said bar. So really, this is all Alex's fault, especially since she didn't even bother to text her to say she would be ditching.

But, all in all Kara thinks her new life is off to a good start so as she strolls through the doors of National City Hospital, she's feeling pretty confident that she's going to have a good day. Alex is waiting for her at the reception desk with Maggie, the former looking apologetic and the latter with her trademark smirk in place, already wearing their dark navy scrubs.

"Kara, I'm so sorry. There was a problem with one my patient's post-ops and I got caught up dealing with my interns' stupidity. I swear they're all completely useless. Anyway, it was late and I thought you might want an early night." Alex's hands are a little frantic, a habit she's never been quite been able to kick.

Kara smiles warmly. "I went to the bar anyway. I wanted to get the feel of the place. I like it."

"Oh," Alex breathes a sigh of relief. "Ok, that's fine. You didn't get lost, did you?"

"Alex," Kara starts, rolling her eyes at her sister's overprotectiveness. "I'm not a child. I think I can find my way to a bar if I need to."

"Yeah, Danvers. Your sister's a grown up now." Maggie shoots Kara a wink and Kara shrinks a little under her sister's girlfriend's knowing gaze. Well, fuck. Kara was hoping to keep it a secret a little longer.

"Anyway, J'onn is waiting for you in his office. There's some paperwork for you to fill in and then you'll be good to go, I think. Excited?"

"Alex," Maggie says, exasperated. "Let her breathe. It's her first day. Come on, Little Danvers."

Maggie ushers them through the first set of double doors and Alex carries on rambling, giving Kara a brief overview of where's -what and who to bribe for the good surgical nurses and interns. Kara rolls her eyes once more, because she practically grew up in this hospital what with her adoptive parents working in the oncology department. Alex, it seems, is more nervous than her about Kara's first day as the head of paediatric surgery, so she allows her sister this small comfort. People mill about around them, some pause to stare curiously at the woman who's talking so familiarly with the two attendings and Kara can hear them whispering about her, "Is she replacing Preston?", "She's hot, man. I wonder if she…", "You've got no chance, man. She's with Danvers and Sawyer." Kara winces. That's one thing she definitely isn't looking forward to. The gossip mill in Metropolis was renowned for knowing everything about everyone, from who's sleeping with whom, to who screwed up what and that's one of the reasons Kara left to begin with. Well, that and National City's paediatric program is one of the best in the country.

"Ignore them," Alex says, putting an arm around her sister's shoulders. "They're not worth it. And if Hook and Woods ever want to step foot in an OR again, they'll shut up and get back to work!"

"Alex, you don't have to-"

"Dr Danvers and Dr Sawyer to the ER. Dr Danvers and Dr Sawyer to the ER."

Alex and Maggie's pagers go off simultaneously a few moments later. "Damn it. There's a pile-up downtown. It's all hands on deck. Kara, forget the paperwork and get J'onn to give you privileges for the meantime."

Kara nods and begins to pull her hair into a ponytail. "Got any scrubs I can borrow?"

Alex and Maggie are already on their way to the stairwell. "Attendings locker room! There's already a set for you!"

Kara moves quickly and methodically and the sight that greets her as soon as she enters the ER isn't pretty. There's trauma coming out of the hospital's ears and they've already run out of trauma rooms and on their way to running out of ORs as well. She spots Alex in Trauma Room 2 barking orders at her residents and Maggie popping a young girl's shoulder back into place.

"Little Danvers, there you are! Trauma Room 3, please. Dr Luthor is on her way down, but I'm sure Dr Woods will appreciate a consult."

"Got it!"

The girl Dr Woods is treating can't be much older than ten. There's a deep laceration on her temple and there's blood seeping out of the gauze as she convulses on the table. "What have we got?" she asks as soon as she reaches the bed.

"Emily Bailey, 9, she's having grand mal seizures. She's already been given Diazepam."

"Ok, let's push two milligrams of Prazepam."

"I just gave her the third dose. Who the hell are you?" Kara pushes who she assumes to be Dr Woods to the side.

"Damn it. You idiot. How long has she been seizing?" Kara growls, trying to get a read on the girl's pupils. Dr Woods doesn't reply. The monitor carries on beeping erratically. "Ok, let's try Phenobarbital."

Flatline.

"Page Dr Luthor again, please!" she hears one of residents call out.

"Goddamn it, code blue. Get a crash cart in here! Woods, get your ass in gear, I need a crash cart!"

Kara and a nurse roll the girl and place the board under her body and the pads on her chest as soon as Woods finally rolls in with the cart. "Charge to two-hundred. Clear."

Nothing. Come on, Emily.

"Charge to three-hundred," she says. "Clear."

Beep. Beep. Beep. "I see sinus rhythm."

"Blood pressure's coming up. Heart rate as well."

Kara breathes a sigh of relief and turns her attention to a cowering Dr Woods. "If an attending asks you a question, Dr Woods, you answer. You do not waste time when a little girl's life is on the line."

"What the hell happened here?" thunders a voice from behind them. Kara freezes. "Someone give me her chart please." Fuck. Oh no, oh no. Why her?

"This woman says she works here. She ordered me around like I was an intern," Woods grits out, arms crossed across his chest.

"Yes, I'm the new paeds attending and regardless of that, you gave the girl an extra dose of Prazepam. Rather than question me, I should be asking where on earth you got your medical degree." Kara turns around and meets Lena's eyes and she seems just about surprised to see her as she is.

As soon as Emily is stabilised and moved to a room upstairs, Lena drags her into an empty stairwell.

"Dr Luthor?" Kara asks, a wry grin beginning to form.

"This morning it was Lena."

"I'd really like to pretend it never happened."

Lena smiles broadly. "You're going to have to be more specific. What never happened – us sleeping together or you throwing me out this morning? Because I'd really like to hold onto those memories."

Kara blushes. "Both. Neither. It didn't happen."

Ok, now Kara is absolutely positive that Alex is going to kill her, especially when Lena smiles that charming smile that renders her helpless. "You took advantage of me and now you want to forget."

"Wait. Wha-what?!" Kara splutters, indignant. "We were both very drunk and both clearly incapa-"

Lena kisses her and it's anything but chaste and quick. Their lips move against each other slowly, rediscovering one another and when Lena pulls away she's smug and her green eyes are alight with mirth.

Kara really does try to find it within herself to be annoyed. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you saw me naked."


Again, I borrowed some of the dialogue from the show, mostly because all I know about medicine comes from this show. Whoops.