Kryptonian Warrior
Tryin' a ting. Hella Jamaican. : ) Anyways this is my first fanfiction ever. So, be gentle. I binged watched Supergirl on Netflix and now I'm hooked. Always been a DC fan so there may be connection to different comic booky elements.
Other than that enjoy!
Chapter 1
Lena Luthor had become the face of Lex Crop after her brother had been imprisoned. With the renaming ceremony in just a few days, she sought to dispel the negative light that Lex had created for the company, in his attempts to destroy the 'Man of Steel.' Lex's obsession with Superman had caused him to lose all comprehensive thought of the company's purpose. His one singular goal had become getting more power to control the unknown.
Now the company, with Lena at the helm, would rise from the ashes and no one not even some half baked mercenary with a mission to kill her was going to stop that. Or a hot headed FBI agent.
"Ms. Danvers you cannot go in there," Jess, Lena's assistant, said as she raced in behind an extremely irate Alexandra Danvers.
"It's very important that I speak with you Ms. Luthor," Alex stood her ground.
"Ms. Luthor I'm so sorry she just shot right past me before…"
"Don't worry about it, Jess. It seems whatever Agent Danvers has to say is 'important'," Lena interrupts her assistant's panicked rambling and dismiss her courtly with a nod to her open office door.
The door clicked shot quietly. The CEO took in the woman standing imposingly in front of her desk. The slight backward head tilt and flare of her nostrils are familiar to Lena. Too familiar. She took a breath to steady herself.
"Are you planning on saying anything, anytime soon Agent Danvers," Lena looks away, shuffling some papers on her desk. It had become very unnerving to see such strikingly similar mannerisms on some else.
"I'm am very busy at the moment with planning the renaming ceremony for L Corp tomorrow."
"That's what I want to talk to you about. This ceremony is a tremendously bad idea. Not only are you putting yourself at risk, your personnel and onlookers could be hurt in the crossfire," Alex stepped right up to the CEO's desk and slammed her hand down on top of the desk in frustration. There was no way that this woman who commended herself on being one of the smartest women in National City was so stubborn.
"All because. You. Refused to reschedule the ceremony until the threat is neutralized."
"I will not cower in abstract fear because some fool thinks that killing me will somehow avenge Lex's ideals," Lena shouted as she stood from her desk, meeting Alex head on. She would not stand for anyone speaking to her as if she were a child.
They stared each other down for a few tense moment. Then, there it is again, that damn nose flare. Lena broke first and turned to the picturesque view of National City out her floor to ceiling windows. She folded her arms and played with the emerald like necklace around her neck. Hoping to hide how nerve racking she found the FBI agent presence to be.
"I understand the level of danger Agent Danvers. It is not beyond my abilities to see what's right in front of me," her voice lost some of it edge as she continues, "but I will not be bullied into a corner or beaten into submission. This is my company to run as I see fit. Whoever is after me will see me on that stage tomorrow and know that they cann- will not take this away from me."
Alex watched as the CEO's resolve harden and no amount of coercion was going to change her mind. She turns to leave.
"I hope you do Ms. Luthor for your own sake. With your permission I'll have agents stationed at the rally. I'll give the information to your assistant."
With a soft click, Alex was gone and Lena was left alone with her thoughts. Alex Danvers was completely infuriating, not because of her bullish stubbornness. No, that Lena could deal with. But that annoying head tilt and nose flare where things should could go without. They reminded her of a blonde hair blue eyed someone who was best left in the past. She thought she was done tormenting herself with empty promises.
As the new CEO of a socially floundering company she had no time for old heartbreaks. Kara Zor-El could rot in hell for all she cared.
Kara took a sip from her drink. Grateful for the slow burn down her thoart, she put down her drink and took a look around. The dingy bar that she sat at was crowded with a number of different aliens, all hailing from different galaxy or universes. The Andromeda Galactical Outpost floated along the outer edge of the Andromeda Galaxy, always moving, never staying in one place for long, and was where the low lifeslives congregated to trade stolen goods.
That's why the bright heroic reds and blues of the Superman's uniform was all to evident when he stepped in. With him came a hush over the bar. The tights and cape spelt too much heroic bullshit for anyone to ignore. Kara chuckled lightly at her own thoughts.
"Kara," he had spotted her.
"What do you want, Kal-El?" Kara finished off her drink and slammed it down in frustration. Why was it that they couldn't just leave her alone.
"I've been looking for you for sometime now." He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the bar.
"We need to talk."
Kara easily pushed him off sending crashing into a table.
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm not going back," she growled.
A loud shot rang out, stopping the Man and Girl of Steel in their tracks. The bar keep was pissed.
"Take that fuckery outside. You fuck up my bar again Kara, you don't come back."
With a disdainful look to Kal-El and a one fingerone-finger salute for the bar keep, Kara fixed her leather jacket and quickly headed out the door. Shoulder checking him on her way out. He shook his head. Kara was still the same stubborn kid. This conversation was going to be a tough one.
After apologizing to the bar keep, he left to find his allusive cousin. As he passed an alley he saw her lean against a wall with her eyes closed taking deep calming breaths.
"I'm not going back."
"The Knights are looking for you," Kara turned to him in shocked, "they wish to question you on your evolvement in the MG33 raids." The Galaxy Knights where a bunch of self glorified interstellar police who sought peace and justice for 'all'. Kara thought it was a load of Daxamite shit. They like everyone else had their own agenda.
"So you're their errand boy now," she snarled at him. It was just like him to act as everyone's beacon of hope.
"No, I told them that I would take you under my wing. That there would be no 'interrogation'. But they could stop by and ask if they wished."
That's when she felt it. The emerald like necklace around her necklace began to pulse raptly.
"Lena," Kara gasped as she grabbed at the necklace. She was dismayed by its activation. This could only mean one thing. Lena was in some kind of trouble. She need to get back to her quickly.
"Your necklace," Superman took a step back from her in shock. "It's made of Kryptonite. Why?"
"How did you get here," she said not even acknowledging that he had spoken.
Confused by the sharp left turn that the conversation had taken Clark asked, "Why?"
Frustrated with his lack of responses to her question, Kara grabbed at his super suit and stepped toward him teeth bared, "There something wrong. Lee is in trouble. How did you get here?"
"Interstellar teleporter," he raised his wrist indicating the watch like device there. He had never seen Kara this panicked before. Who was Lee? Why was he or she so important?
"Can it transport two?"
"Yes."
"Let's go!"
"Home?"
"Fuck Kal-El. Yes, home!"
"Hold on," was his short reply as he quickly typed in the coordinates. With a final beep the teleporter emitted a bright blue light that raptly consumed both of them and in a flash they were gone.