A/N: Hi everyone. This will be a multi-chapter story. Kalex based. Will probably be updated on a weekly schedule. Please review and comment.

Kara looked at Alex, from where they sat in the cockpit, even with a face that suggested constipation she was still an image of beauty. Alex was focussing hard on piloting, so she missed the obvious staring, the chopper back to the DEO. Normally the hero would fly back but the alien she had fought had broken her arm before slinking away. Alex had warned her to stay put as she was on her way to fetch her. They were now currently twenty kilometres into the desert and another forty from the base. The blonde wanted to get the treatment over so she could prepare for tonight. Tonight she would confess her feelings towards the agent at their weekly Friday-night game night, which she had cancelled with all her friends secretly, and hopefully turn it into a date.

Kara was still staring at the way Alex's face moved while she spoke into the radio with Hank. She was staring so intently she didn't notice the projectile heading for the helicopter and breaking of the back rotor. The jolt it produce was enough to wake her from her reverie. The chopper started to rotate wildly as Alex tried in vain to at least make the crash survivable for them, or any human that is. Kara still confused was about to grab Alex and fly out when the helicopter broke into two and separated them. When she came to she immediately ripped out of her seat and used her hearing to locate the brunette. She zipped over to her as fast as possible and cried at the sight. A barely alive, nearly dead, Alex lay at an awkward angle impaled by a rotor wing. The blood still pooling out of her, mixing with the dry desert dirt. The blonde knew she had to act fast and quickly searched for an extensive first aid kit that came with all DEO vehicles. She found it and raced back to the worsening agent while she called Hank on her coms.

"Hank! The helicopter crashed and Alex has been impaled!" she screamed through her tears.

"Kara! Calm down. We have already dispatched a medical team to your location. They'll be there in five."

"She doesn't have that long!"

"Describe the wound. Precisely."

"One of the rotor wings is impaled through her. Looks like it went through her stomach, nicked an artery, but no other organs. She has also lost a lot of blood." Kara replied shoving down her emotions.

"Okay, listen carefully. Do exactly as I instruct you. Use your heat vision to heat up the rotor, which should cauterise the wound until the team gets there. Do you have the medical aid kit from the Helicopter?"

"Yes." She replied while heating the metal.

"Take out some gauze and wrap it tightly around her body." She did as he said struggling with only one arm.

"What about blood?"

"Hope the team gets there fast enough." He replied solemnly, already knowing nothing could help that.

"No." Kara whispered.

She took out her com and crushed it. She rummaged around the bag and found a syringe and needle. She solar flared in an instant and quickly shoved the needle into her vain. She drew as much as the syringe could take and then withdrew it. She found a vain on Alex's arm and jammed the syringe into it, pushing down to give the other woman her blood. She repeated this three times before the medical team arrived. To which she nodded and yelled to save the agent first and then passed out into the blood-stained sand of the desert.

She woke a few hours later in one of the sunbeds at the DEO. When she tried to roll over she immediately cried out in excruciating pain. She looked down to see a cast on her arm and then looked up seeing someone enter, hoping it was Alex.

"Supergirl, glad to see you're awake. Your arm should be fine in a couple of hours thanks to your accelerated healing. Come back here to get it taken off." The doctor said professionally.

"The agent that was with me, is she alive?" Kara asked dejectedly.

"I don't know, I'm sorry" She said in that same voice while taking out a device and pressing a button.

Kara had manoeuvred herself to stand within a few minutes when Hank walked in. He gave her a look and she immediately stopped trying to stand. He left and came back with a wheelchair. He helped her into it and started pushing her to some other part of the base.

"Is she alive?" Kara asked not wanting to hear an answer.

"Yes. By some miracle she is. But it's still touch and go." He replied without emotion. It was almost too much for him, seeing them Kara hurt like this and Alex almost dead.

When they arrived at her room, still in macabre silence, they both watched with worried eyes as the agent was breathing through a tube. She was hooked up to what looked like hundreds of machines and thousands of wires were going in and out of her. She looked so small and pale, it made the blonde cry.

"She'll be fine." Hank reassured not actually believing himself.

After a few hours Kara was still sitting there, she had only left once and that was to get the cast removed. She was intently watching the brunette breath. Her chest rising and falling, rising and falling, rising and falling. The blonde must have fallen asleep because she woke with a stiff neck and a sore back. She looked around and noticed she was back in the sunbed. She slowly stood up and stretched a bit, flinching at a dull throb in her arm. She looked around and found Hank sleeping in the corner on an uncomfortable looking chair. She walked over and gently shook him awake.

"Hank, what are we doing here?" She questioned when he looked fully awake.

"I moved you here when it appeared that Alex started to code-" he started to reply but then found no one in the room except for him.

When Kara heard Alex had started to code, she felt numb from shock. Then fear set in, enough fear to restart her powers. She had rushed out the room at super speed to reach the room where she had last seen the agent. She had also created a few new shortcuts by running through some walls, smashing them. When she reached the room, she couldn't believe her eyes. Not only did Alex look better, not better perfect actually, as if there had never been a crash. She was also lifting her hospital bed with one hand.

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