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CHAPTER 1: Surreal

-Present time-

Surreal…

Shadows of bodies were moving around her; it made her feel sick. Her sight was blinded by white lights from the roof, DEO's lights; it was annoying.

"KARA!" She yelled between gasps in an ocean of blurred words like Loss… Bleeding… Pressure… Contain…

Her body was complaining against her will of standing up and reaching her sister. Multiple hands keeping her in place. They could hold her limbs, but not her neck, so even while lying on a gurney, she looked to the right, finally focusing another gurney. Men and women running in every direction, each of them with the goal of helping the woman on it. In between bodies she saw Kara's bloodied face, a tube already in her mouth; her sister's left hand hanging from the side of the gurney. She stretched her right arm aiming to grab it, and as she did, pain filled her shoulder, reminding her of the gunshot on it; warm blood pouring out of the hole.

"Agent! Stay still!" She heard someone at the same time a needle was inserted in her left arm; an IV had been placed.

"Alex! Alex… It's ok sweetheart…" That was her dad's voice.

She took a quick look at him, his eyes concerned above her; but she wasn't the one needing attention. Kara… Her eyes traveled to her sister again. Why wasn't her replying to her voice? Kara always woke up when she called her by her name. "Kara!" She called her one more time. Stretching her arm once again, opening her hand as wide as she could, ignoring the pain. "Kara! Say something!"

"Alex!" Jeremiah took her arm, and put it beside her torso to allow doctors to treat the wound.

"No…"

It's collapsing! Said a nurse attending her sister. Then she spotted her mother helping Kara, her mom's hands covered in blood. Why were the gloves of everyone around her little sister, covered in blood?

Alex pushed herself up again, but hands stopped her.

"Let me go!" She fought against her own team members.

"Alex! Calm down…" Jeremiah's hands were cupping her face.

Calm down? She didn't care about anyone else in that moment. Alex couldn't know what it was, but as they put pressure on her wounded shoulder, black dots surrounded everything, and a flashback came to her. Kara was jumping after her, it was a few months after her arrival to Midvale; both racing on jumping balls, Kara still had that picture at her apartment.

"Kara…" She whispered when the black dots disappeared, but it didn't last long, because a memory of a fifteen years old Kara feeding seagulls at the beach replaced the white lights. "Let me…" She coughed, and then started hyperventilating.

"Breathe, Alex…" Her father kept asking her to stay calmed.

"No…" She struggled, eyes shut in pain. "No. Let me go…" And she pictured Kara blowing candles in her second Earth birthday; then panic overwhelmed her when the picture transformed into Henshaw violently punching her defenseless sister moments before they were rescued that same morning. "STOP!" She yelled at the memory.

"Alex!" Her dad called her, but she was somewhere else.

Horrible memories; blood drops splashing the ground in front of her and her own face… blonde hair moving in every direction as Kara was dragged, slammed, kicked, then punched over and over again.

"GET OFF HER!" Her body shook to free itself from whoever was trying to keep her on that gurney. Her attempt failed, because she was only able to move her head to Kara; noticing the dry blood on her bruised skin and on a side of her messy blonde hair. "KARA! KARA! KARA! KAR…" Her voice was cut when more pressure was applied on her shoulder.

Alex started to feel dizzy, blood loss and fatigue taking control of her body.

"Please…" She begged to be released; to be taken closer to Kara.

She could not remember how exactly things happened; she only knew they were on gurneys because of her; she had been a bait.

"Please…" She felt helpless and warm tears started to stream down her face. The same impotence feeling she had while being captured, while watching her sister beaten to death emerged once again to torture her; and it wasn't a physical pain, it was much worse.

Another kick on her sister came to her mind, making her flinch at the memory.

"J'ONN!" She screamed in thoughts to replace those memories; she went after the last resource she had, the only one who could help her through it, the only one who could give her space on that gurney by giving an order, or tell her how Kara was since he was standing close to the her sister. When she noticed J'onn's eyes on her, it was a confirmation her mental help request had been heard; however, any sign of hope faded away when the Martian's eyes looked defeated to the ground and the only reply she had in her mind was silence.

Levels down!... We're losing her!

A flat sound overlapped the rest of voices. Her memory tortured her one last time with the sight of Kara smiling at her on the other side of the glass after stopping the ship with Cadmus prisoners. Her sister was dying next to her, and she was useless. Every frustration came out as she screamed in anger.

Her eyelids were heavy, noises started to be distant. Confusion was not the exact word to describe her perception of time and space. She looked at Jeremiah; it was like watching a muted movie. Maybe this was the nightmare and she was about to wake up. She wished that was the case; perhaps it was just a bad dream and she would wake up cuddling next to Kara when both fell asleep during their sister's night. Please be there. It had to be like that… it had to, because this was surreal…

TBC...

Hi there! Thanks a lot for reading it! The thing is, when writing fanfiction, usually a scene comes to my mind, then I come up with the story of it; but truth is, I never really have a clear story before typing it. I don't wanna leave it just like that, thus yup, I'll continue with this; I do have a few ideas, but if you also have a theory of how our invincible Danvers sisters got to be both on gurneys, feel free to let me know about it!

By the way! I promise there won't be broken hearts with this one, it's angst yes (cause that's what I love writing muahaha… you've been warned) but I caused enough sadness with my previous fic JUSTICE DONE; so don't worry, you'll be smiling at the end of this one. Cheers! (And sorry for the Karamel shippers, I totally dislike the character, so he will be mostly absent in my story).