Disclaimer: Supergirl and Superman are both part of the DC comic universe and thus, owned by Warner. 'Not my sandbox, just building my sand castle'. I do own this special brand of kryptonite, type that I made for this story, specifically.

Note: Another installment of the Soulmate universe. Enjoy x3!
This is planned as a 9 chapter story, but it's an inconclusive number. I also have two other chapters done, I just got to read it in detail. But since it isn't even finished, I'll just be posting a new one each week.

The Truth About Our Pasts
The Origin of Our Troubles

"It is said some lives, are linked across time"

They didn't know how it happened, or what had happened, but neither could do anything to stop their worlds from colliding. Like alternate timelines converging, without full consciousness on both their parts. Was it perhaps affecting others too? Neither could tell, and it was only at certain points, in which their eyes met that they could truly see each other and who they truly were.

Cat Grant felt the wave of energy pushing through her entire body, as well as a rather visible bond she knew tied her to her soulmate and assistant, Kara Danvers. Who was currently fighting the good fight as Supergirl. The kryptonian had, inadvertently, triggered a self-destruct mechanism, the fail-safe in case the mad scientist alien couldn't finish his task; to kill Kara Zor-El. The contraption had released the wave, which seemed to engulf all of National City but only Kara and Cat, could feel it.

Suddenly, just as quickly, the wave sucked back in itself, taking with it Kara and Cat, who now suddenly vanished from the face of the Earth. Kal-El, Superman, also known as Clark Kent, felt it and with it, the first time he ever felt the hopelessness blossoming within. Real hopelessness. Not the kind that overcomes him whenever the odds are against him, which forces him into giving more than he knew he truly could and push himself to the limits. No, the type he was experiencing, was the one in which, despite all his powers and abilities, he could do nothing to rectify. It went beyond the fact that whatever had happened was beyond the scope of his skills set, it was also because he couldn't, on good consciousness, go over his cousin's wishes and help her again.

Alex, for her part, tried to do her best in helping out Hank. The man snarled at the findings, becoming increasingly volatile, but always capable of calming himself down. His frustration though, increased Alex's nerves.

"What is it, sir?"

"The bomb used a powerful, not-green kryptonite as its core," he said, still agitated.

The brunette paused, frowning with some worry. "Wait — what does that mean for Kara?"

Hank exhaled, tremors shaking his frame. "It means that even if the basic components are the same as green kryptonite, there are a few subtle, unsettling differences."

"I don't get it sir," Alex's hands betrayed her with their visible shaking. "Those differences, what do they mean for my sister, for my sister-in-law?"

"It won't work as kryptonite — green kryptonite does," he summarized with a sigh, a hand over his face as he felt the effects of the bomb threaten to un-stabilize his disguise. The eye that was visible remained human, while the other half of his face seemed to almost disintegrate. "There's nothing to indicate, no signs whatsoever, that Kara is somewhere in this Earth."

"You mean she's in Krypton or something?" Alex inquired, confused.

"She got sucked into a vortex," a scientist explained. "There are no traces left of her."

"We can only hope she finds her way back," Hank stated, inhaling slowly and finally getting himself under control, and placed his hand down. "Listen up, everyone!

"For now, the DEO will continue handling alien cases, no questions asked; even if Astra is behind the attacks and decides to make an appearance, get this through your heads!" The projection of his voice reached every corner of the HQ; the other zones were given through the speakers, and of course the prisoners didn't receive the notice. "We are going to keep National City safe, until Supergirl comes back!

"We're going to show her that even if we can protect the city ourselves, it won't be as easy as if she were here!" He gave every single agent in the room with him a penetrating look. "It not about making it harder upon ourselves, it's just a fact. We don't know when she'll be back, but she will be. The DEO was long at work before she came and it will continue to work without her!

"Back to your work stations!"

"Henshaw —"

"Call that woman your sister mated with," only from him the words didn't sound weird at all. "She needs to know. I also want you with her and her kid, just in case."

"Yes sir!" Her phone rang; it was James. "Olsen, good timing —"

"Cat's missing."

"What?!" Without further thought, she put him on speaker as Hank approached her. "Repeat yourself and be as concrete as you can about everything."

"I just noticed, I called security to get their footage and sending it over — wait, Alex," he sounded grave; he knew some thing had happened during Christmas, had seen the evidence during New Year's and had been extremely supportive of the pair, even if they had yet to tell him outright. "Security just got here with another copy: she vanished into thin air."

The time he gave coincided with the time of the implosion, meaning barely seconds after the devise detonated. The brunette paled, shaking so hard she was almost vibrating. Hank placed her jacket on her shoulders, and the look in her eyes was hard enough to make anyone blanch, but not him. He knew her, knew better.

"Go, be with your nephew," he ordered, "I guess we also have to make sure he's fine. For all we know, this affected Cat due to her bond with your sister, which might also transcend into something happening to him."

"Carter!" She whispered, biting her lower lip and wondering just how she was going to handle the situation with the boy. They had a nice, budding relation, but she wondered if it would withstand this trial by fire. "I have to go!"

Hank was right; there was nothing she could do there right then; not in the state she was in, anyway.