"So then Maggie said…" Alex paused looking across at her sister while Lena finished the fifth…sixth(?) of her vegetable wraps and stared off into space. Clearing her throat, Alex continued slightly louder, "So then Maggie said, 'Damn, Danvers, why don't we just have sex right here at the crime scene?'" When that got no reaction, Alex barked, "Lena!"

"What!?" Lena's head swiveled back and her gaze locked with her sister's.

"You were totally checked-out again."

"No, I wasn't. I was—" Lena paused, her mind trying to recall something that her sister had been saying. "Maggie, and a crime scene and … sex?" A crinkle formed between Lena's eyebrows. "Okay, I must not have been listening. I'm sorry, Alex. What were you saying?"

Alex sighed. "What's on your mind?"

"Work." Lena rolled up another vegetable wrap, taking a big bite and mumbling around the food. "The head of the lab has us going completely in the wrong direction with this project. We're basically poking around in the dark looking for answers. It's like that eye closed game you wanted me to play when I first got to Earth."

"You mean Marco Polo?" Alex replied with the clear understanding of someone who had spent years translating for a sibling who spoke with her mouth full.

Lena nodded. "It's exactly like that. Everyone else is stumbling around not knowing what they're doing—"

"And you're a big old cheater because you can look through your eyelids with your x-ray vision?" Alex asked leaning back with her arms crossed.

"Are you ever going to let that go?"

"Nope." The 'P' popped when Alex answered.

"First of all, I had only been here a few weeks, and my English still wasn't perfect. You only said I had to have my eyes closed. I had my eyes closed."

"Cheater," Alex muttered under her breath.

"I heard that, and I would have found you with just my hearing back then too."

"Then why didn't you?"

Finishing her wrap, Lena studied her sister. "Are you in a bad mood? You seem a bit testy, even for you, I mean. Is everything all right with Maggie?"

"Fine. It's you that worries me."

"Why? I'm good, great, better than great. I'm great … est. I was thinking about mold though."

Eyes narrowed, Alex shook her head. "You lost me, sweetie."

"Penicillin, Alex, think about penicillin," Lena said gesturing excitedly. "What if I penicillined the project?"

Taking her sister's hands to calm them, Alex said, "Sweetie, penicillin can't be a verb."

"Oh … hmmm. English is a hard language."

"I know, but you're great with it. So, what do you want to do?"

With a bright smile, Lena explained, "I could have a happy lab accident."

Alex withdrew her hands. "Lena…"

"Alex, just hear me out. I already know how to 'erroneously' alter my test parameters so that I enter the wrong data and accidentally cause the test results we want rather than the ones we'll get if we follow the parameters that have been set for us. It will save years of time, money, and worthless research."

"Lena …" Alex paused, considering her best course of action as she chose her words. "Maybe if they go the route they're going, they'll stumble on another amazing discovery and …" As Lena shook her head, Alex's voice trailed off. "No, huh?"

"The most likely outcome is that a section of the division will be laid off, and I'll run out of toxic chemicals to ingest."

Her face horror-stricken, Alex looked around and then whispered, "You're ingesting toxic chemicals?"

Lena shrugged. "I get bored. In case you're curious, Dimethyl Sulfoxide tastes better than Mercaptoethanol. Mercaptoethanol tastes as bad as it smells."

"You … you ingested …" Rubbing her hands over her face, Alex sputtered for several moments before she looked at her sister again. "Why? You won't even eat meat?"

Lena shrugged. "Boredom. Anyway, Alex, I know I said I wanted to be a scientist because I was made for science. I mean, I was literally made for science, but—"

Shaking her head, Alex said, "Lena, you can't draw too much attention to yourself. It's bad enough you came out as Supergirl."

"That was a good thing. I saved your life. I've saved so many lives and—"

"Hey!" Alex pointed, her finger hovering in her sister's vision. "I worry. Mom worries. I know how important being Supergirl is to you, but you're more important to us. Supergirl can be this unique and mythical being, but Lena Danvers has to seem ordinary. People who make giant scientific breakthroughs are not seen as ordinary." When Lena's face fell, Alex squeezed her sister's arm until green eyes looked up again. "Hey, the people who really know you know the truth, Lena."

"And what's the truth?" Lena asked with a sigh.

"That between Supergirl and Lena Danvers, you, Lena Danvers, are the extraordinary one. Supergirl just has a flashy costume."

As her infectious smile appeared, Lena chuckled and said, "It's the cape, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's definitely the cape. Plus, you look great in blue."

"Right?" Lena rolled up her last vegetable wrap, making ready to eat it.

"Hey, I do want to talk to you about something else."

Lena nodded, biting into her wrap and giving her sister her attention.

"It's about your Instagram feed."

"Hmmm." Holding out her hand, Lena chewed and swallowed quickly, putting down her food. "Alex, that was not my fault. I had no idea I would run into anyone from the lab at the beach."

"I know, Lena, but now it's out there. Now, you're … out there," Alex said, waving a hand around in front of her sister's torso. "The pictures that Wing guy—"

"Winn."

"Winn, whatever, it's still a stupid name. The pictures that Winn guy took of you in the bikini are everywhere. They're on his feed, your feed, Twitter has grabbed it, and you're even on Facebook. People have them and are posting them everywhere."

"I know." Lena sipped some of her water and nodded. "You should see some of the comments I've gotten. They don't even make any sense."

"Like what?"

"Um …" Lena started to count things off on her fingers while she tried to recall them. "Some of them are just words like 'biceps' or 'dead'. I've gotten a few 'so gay' comments. Are they calling me gay? I'm not gay. I mean, it's fine, but I'm not gay."

"Well, they—"

"My belt, people are commenting about my belt. I think they think I do martial arts."

"Huh?"

Nodding again, Lena explained. "People are on my Facebook and tagging all of these work photos of me. I'm getting all these 'look at that brown belt' comment. I know some self-defense, but I'm no brown belt. I've responded that I don't take martial arts, and that just gets a 'so cute' or 'dying' response or something."

Alex sighed, her elbow on the table and her chin resting on her palm.

"Oh, and then people keep saying, 'daddy' to me. What does that even mean?"

Choking on air, Alex asked, "They're calling you daddy?"

"They're calling me daddy? Why would they do that?"

"Lena …" Alex paused, carefully asking, "Are all of these comments from women?"

After a few moments of consideration, Lena replied, "Golly, I guess so. Does it matter?"

"I should have your problems," Alex muttered as she rubbed her face. Hands on the table, she plastered a smile on her face. "Sweetie, you need to go to the gym."

"Uh, no I don't. I never have to go to the gym. I'm just naturally like this … remember?" Lena whispered the end conspiratorially.

"That's the problem," Alex whispered back. "Lena, people are asking where you go to the gym, aren't they?"

"I guess. I mean, yeah, sure."

"What are you telling them?"

"That I jog and work out at home."

Alex shook her head. "Sweetie, you have a body that looks like it was sculpted with the assistance of a professional trainer, or like you're an alien whose cells absorb solar energy and just builds muscle without having to earn it. You're the same size and coloring as Supergirl, and you're hiding behind glasses, a ponytail, and oversized sweaters and a lab coat. So, before people put two and two together and get …"

Lena hazarded a guess. "Alien?"

"Alien," Alex agreed. "You need to go to the gym."

"But, Alex, I can't. I can't work out. Don't you think people will notice when I go to lift weights, and they don't weigh anything? I mean, I could jog on a treadmill and pretend to get winded. However, there is no way I could feign exertion lifting, what five or six hundred pounds?"

"Try a hundred-and-fifty pounds, Lena."

"Really?" She leaned back, eyes wide and her arms crossed. "Wow, I would have screwed that up. And here I thought anything under a thousand pounds was a safe bet. How do you get out of bed in the morning?"

"It's a daily struggle," Alex said with obvious sarcasm. Opening a Velcro pocket on the leg of her pants, Alex pulled out a set of black bracelets that looked a bit like Fitbits. "Here, put these on?"

"What are they?"

Smiling, Alex just nodded.

With a shrug, Lena fitted one around each wrist. "They go here?"

"Yup." Alex pulled out a small black tube. "They have a long and complicated scientific name, but let's just call them Equalizers."

As Alex pushed the button on the tube, red lights flashed on the bracelets. They each flashed three times, and then there was a keening noise that lasted for a few seconds. The lights switched to green, and then Lena's hands suddenly slapped down onto the table top. The Kryptonian gasped, looking down at her hands as betrayal painted her face.

After several seconds of staring at her hands, Lena lifted her face to her sister and started to stutter. "Wh … wh … what …?"

"It's called gravity," Alex informed her smugly.

"Make it stop."

With a sharp laugh, Alex said, "Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Al-ex," Lena whined while her lower lip jutted out.

"Oh, don't pout at me, you big baby. Just lift up your arms. You can do it."

"But it's sooooo hard." Lifting her arms, Lena continued to pout as she held her arms out to her sister. "I don't like these. Take them off. Take them off. Eh … eh … Al-ex."

"Oh, good God. Fine." Alex pushed the button, freeing Lena from gravity's effects.

"Thank, Rao," Lena said, stripping off the bracelets just a bit too quickly and depositing them on the table. "Those are evil. Why would you do that, Alex? Why would you be evil?"

"God, you're so dramatic." Putting the bracelets and the controller back into her pocket, Alex explained, "Because, little sister, you have to get yourself to a public gym and be seen working out. You said yourself that you couldn't fake it. With those and the matching set for your ankles, you won't have to."

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Lena said, "Wait, you want me to actually … exercise?"

"Yes, Lena, I want you actually to exercise. It's what the rest of the world does. You know, all of the other humans. Just. Like. You." Leaning forward, Alex stared down her sister.

Wilting under her sister's gaze, Lena said, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Look, you only have yourself to blame, you and that Wind guy, so—"

"Winn."

"Whatever his name is. It's still a dumb name."

"You've met him you know," Lena reminded her sister. "He works two seats over from me at the same table."

"Lena, I don't remember guys I've met in passing once."

"You've probably met him twenty times, Alex."

"Yeah?"

Lena nodded.

"Oh. Well, he must not be very memorable." Alex shrugged.

"Winn is … he's smart and very sweet. I suppose he doesn't stand out. Hey, maybe he's a superhero, and he's trying to go unnoticed."

"You think?"

"I … no," Lena admitted. "He's way too into superheroes. His desk is covered with action figures. Superman was his favorites until Supergirl showed up, and now he talks about her a lot … a whole lot. It's kind of … awkward."

"Oh, someone has a little crush?" Alex asked, smirking.

"Yes." Lena sighed. "It was bad enough when he was crushing on Kal. I didn't need to hear about how perfect my cousin was, but it's much worse when it's me, and he doesn't know it's me. Every time he starts, I just put in my earbuds and tune him out."

Alex laughed. "He's detailed?"

"Rao, help me, yes. I'm afraid to open anything with an attachment from him."

"Pictures?" Alex guessed.

"Let's just call it 'fanart'," Lena replied, making little quotation marks in the air with her fingers. "So, this gym thing—"

"Hank's already approved it."

"Oh." Lena noticeably deflated as she picked up her remaining bit of veggie wrap. "When you say approved—"

"I mean mandatory."

"… oh." Chewing and swallowing she asked, "Couldn't I just—?"

"What part of mandatory has somehow escaped you?"

"But Alex, I already work out a lot." Leaning forward, she whispered, "Did you see how big those three aliens I fought last week were? That was a workout. I do earn these muscles."

"Sure, Supergirl does. However, Lena Danvers, Supergeek, needs to earn hers." Grinning at her sister who glared back just short of heat vision at her, Alex added, "Oh, don't look so glum, Sis. Maybe you'll meet someone nice at the gym."

"I doubt it," Lena replied with a profound pout.