AN: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction to ever post online and what better way to start than with Supergirl?! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I'll try my best to update regularly, but I do have quite a tight schedule with college classes… Ugh. Feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think! Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supergirl characters/cast! *Sigh*

Chapter One

"You don't want to do that," Supergirl said softly but firmly. She kept her eyes locked with the man who was holding a gun up to the crying woman's chest. Kara had been flying around National City doing her routine patrol when she heard this woman's panicked screams when the gunman had tried to mug her.

"P-Please don't hurt m-me," the woman begged.

"Shut up!" the man yelled and shoved the gun violently into her chest, which made the terrified lady whimper.

Kara's stomach turned a little and she took a cautious step towards the pair. As the cool fall wind started to blow, a strong scent of alcohol and… what was that smell? Kara couldn't place the smell, but she assumed it was some type of drug by the way the rugged man looked.

C'mon Kara. Don't show your fear. Just take deep breaths and be strong. You can handle this, Kara mentally encouraged herself. She kept her arm extended in front of her and her hand steady, reaching for the gun. Again, she started to take another step forward, but stopped immediately.

"Don't come any closer," the man spat and somewhat slurred. "Or I'll shoot her!"

The woman whimpered again and began to shake even worse than before. Kara calmly made eye contact with the frightened lady and gave her a small smile and nod of reassurance. It'll be okay. I've got you, Kara tried to mentally tell the woman, who straightened up a bit and nodded back at National City's hero. Kara turned her eyes back on the angered man.

"Okay, I'll stay right here," Supergirl said in the same tone as before. "I just need you to hand me the gun slowly. You don't want to hurt her or anyone else."

For the first time since this encounter started, the gunman actually looked back and forth between Supergirl and the woman like he was unsure. Kara quickly tried to take advantage of his uncertainty.

"Just hand me the gun… Please," Kara added trying to keep him feeling like he was in some sort of control during the situation. "This can all be over and nobody has to get hurt, I promise."

Kara decided against taking a step closer and instead settled for just wiggling her fingers a little, asking for the gun. Finally, the man started to lower the gun.

That is, until the police sirens could be heard in the distance.

"You lied!" The man yelled and shoved the gun back into the woman's chest again, causing her to cry out in fear. "You called the cops."

"No! Listen to me. I didn't call them, I swear to you," Supergirl's voice came out a little more panicked than she meant it to, but she somehow managed to keep a calm face. Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out what to do. Just talk to him Kara. "What's your name?"

Confused, the man answered hesitantly after a couple of seconds. "Michael… Why does it matter?"

"Because Michael, I'm sure you have a family out there somewhere, right?"

Michael looked down and Kara caught a glimpse of sadness followed by shame and guilt cross his features. He shook his head. "Not anymore," the man slurred and then blew out air as he dealt with whatever problems had led him to this point. Kara's sensitive smelling picked up that weird smell on top of the heavy alcohol smell and she had to keep herself from wrinkling her nose at the stink of it. She sometimes hated having such keen alien senses. "But it doesn't matter! You lied to me. You said nobody was getting hurt, but the cops are coming to take me away."

Supergirl shook her head and managed to take another step without Michael noticing in his state of distress. "No, Michael. They aren't, trust me on this. Hand me the gun and let this innocent lady go home safely. She has a family that needs her."

Michael looked up at the woman. The poor girl had tears and mascara running everywhere. And Kara didn't blame her. She wished she could have ended this a lot sooner, but she was afraid she wouldn't be fast enough to keep the gunman from shooting before she could stop him or take the gun. It was just too risky.

"Please, I-I… have two young girls." The woman cried and looked back at the man, but stayed completely still with the gun resting on her chest.

Something in Michael seemed to give and he slowly lowered his gun, his hands shaking. "Go home to your little girls."

Shocked, the woman stayed still. Possibly even scared that it was some sort of nasty trick.

"I said GO! GET OUT OF HERE!" Michael yelled. Kara flinched, but gave the woman a quick nod telling her to go. The woman hastily and clumsily ran down the alley and then out of sight around the corner. Bringing her attention back to Michael, Kara kept her hand held out.

"Thank you, but I still need you to hand me the gun, please." Kara was relieved that the woman was no longer in danger, but she still had a sick feeling settling in her gut.

The sirens got closer and the alley began to light up with blue flashing lights of the incoming cop cars. Kara could hear with her super hearing that they weren't about to slow down and stop, but she never had time to tell Michael that.

The events that unfolded next were ones that Kara would never forget.

Michael raised the gun to his own head and looked straight into Supergirl's eyes. "You can't save everybody, Supergirl. But you will always try because you have a heart of a true hero. That's why my little Jessie always looked up to you. You put a smile on her face when nobody else could. Thank you, Supergirl. I'm sorry for how all of this has to end."

Kara, still in a state of shock and confusion, tried to make sense of his words, but shoved them to the back of her head for the moment. The feeling in her gut got even worse as she tried to figure out what to do.

"No, Michael, don't!" Kara started to move forward and saw his finger twitch, but was relieved when he didn't pull the trigger. "Listen to me, Michael. You had a little girl didn't you? That's why you let the woman go."

With tears streaming down his cheeks, he slowly nodded. "My Jessie." His eyes flickered to the alley entrance behind her as he watched National City's police cars fly past. He looked at Supergirl with a little more trust than before. Kara smiled.

"That's a beautiful name. I'm sure she loves yo—," Kara was cut off as Michael blew up.

"Loved! She's gone! They said they could fix her but… But they lied! They killed her, I know it! All those experiments and wires and machines! I was willing to do anything to save her but it's all my fault now! She's dead because of me. Because of them! And now I have all these voices in my head all the time. All the time."

Kara listened and her heart broke for Michael. She truly wished she could bring his little girl back and she wished she could ease his thoughts. She wanted to bring some sort of closure to this grieving father, but she had only one job at the moment. Keep Michael from killing himself.

But she also couldn't stop all of the questions that flooded her mind. Who was he talking about? What had been wrong with Jessie? Experiments? Voices? Kara shoved the questions out of her mind and tried to concentrate on the task at hand once again.

"It's okay. I know what you must be feeling. Twelve years ago, I lost my family. I lost my whole planet. But I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through." A familiar ache of loss captured Kara's heart as she thought of her home planet and her parents. She missed them so much, but she hoped telling Michael this would somehow help the current situation. "I'm sure Jessie was a wonderful little girl. Let me help you. You mentioned experiments and somebody you think killed her. I have resources and we can work together to figure everything out, whatever it may be." If there was something more to his little girl dying, Kara was sure Alex, Hank, and the rest of the DEO could help in some way, even if it wasn't involving aliens.

Michael shuffled his feet a little and hope began to show in his eyes. "Really? You would do that for me? For my little girl?"

"Yes. I will do my best to help as much as possible. Now, please, hand me the gun."

Nodding his head, Michael started to lower the gun. "You have to understand, Supergirl. This is some top-notch government agency. I signed a contract because I wanted to save Jessie. I didn't know what they would do… what they were capable of. They never intended to truly cure Jessie. I started to run investigations on them, especially after my daughter… passed. I used to be a detective before I had to stop working to take care of my daughter more. I made them mad, really mad."

Kara felt the cool metal of the gun as Michael handed it over. She took a deep breath and finally began to relax. "Thank you, Michael," she began but couldn't say anymore before he continued to rattle off information.

"I discovered that they are located somewhere close, but I'm not sure of the specific location. I did discover, however, that they call themselves Project Cadm—."

BANG. BANG.

Kara fell to her knees as white, hot fire spread in both of her calves. Such a tremendous amount of pain could only mean one thing—kryptonite. Desperately, Kara looked up at Michael as she groaned and instantly forgot about all of her pain. There was a single Red Dot on his forehead.

"No!" Kara yelled as she used all of her strength in her weakened state to spring into action. The fire in her calves exploded as she launched herself towards Michael.

BANG.

To Be Continued…