Cat was standing with her arms crossed, the TV blaring loudly in the background. It was already filled with images of the plane.

"Where have you been?"

"Cat, I…"

News anchors were talking loudly about the damage she'd done to the bridge and Kara wanted to growl. But then Cat took in the sight of her clothes, her hair stained dark from soot and water.

"You're wet! You look..." Cat was all over her, checking her face, her hands, as if she expected to see a break, a cut, something. "What on Earth happened? Are you ok?"

Kara nodded, feeling giddy, wanting to burst into song or at least yell from the top of her lungs in victory. She did it, she flew! She saved her sister. But Cat was leading her to the bathroom, fussing over her. Pulling her filthy, wet shirt off, removing her pants.

"Where are your shoes?"

Kara couldn't remember. They must have fallen off right at the start, when she was careening at full speed towards the plane. She hadn't had time to think. It was Alex up there, moments from death. And Kara was down on the street, buying something as ridiculous as steak.

"I…think I left the groceries behind."

"Like I even care. Jesus Christ, Kara," Cat started to run a bath. "You should be freezing, you are soaked to your skin. Why aren't you shaking?"

Kara considered trying to fake it for effect, but suspected she'd do a pretty rotten job. Cat wasn't someone you could pull one over. It had been hard enough dating her without slipping up and doing something, well, super. Even when she was trying to be normal, she still seemed to screw it up. And now?

"I'm fine, really."

"Oh, sure. Well, I'm convinced," Cat snapped. "What aren't you telling me? Did someone hurt you? Please, Kara…"

Kara could hear her phone ringing from the lounge room. Thankful she'd been scatter-brained enough to leave it behind before running off to the store.

"I need to get that."

"Oh no you don't," Cat said, she looked pained, hurt. "We are having this conversation right now."

"You're not my boss here, Cat."

"No—no that is completely unfair."

Kara grabbed a towel and pulled it around herself, marching out of the bathroom to her ringing cell, holding a hand over her other ear so she didn't have to hear the TV criticize her rescue skills again.

"Alex?" Kara said.

"What the hell, Kara?" Alex sounded breathless. Kara could hear sirens in the background, and suspected she was still being processed from the accident.
"You're ok? Oh, you're ok!" Kara felt herself wanting to float as the excitement of it all came back.

"Oh my God, Alex. I did it. I actually did it! Not that I forgot how to fly, you know? Not really. But I forgot how it feels…"

"What were you even thinking?"

Kara stopped dead at her sister's tone.

"Alex."

"I can't believe you could be so reckless. You exposed yourself!"

Kara felt her knees grow weak, her heart hurt. She was shaking her head, but the words wouldn't come.

"Alex…I…"

She looked up, to find Cat standing right in front of her, at the edge of the living room, still holding her wet pants. She seemed stunned, her face betrayed her complete shock.

"Oh no…I have to go," Kara said. Her sister exhaled loudly, and Kara knew she was in for the biggest lecture of her life. But she was too terrified to focus on that right now. Not with Cat blinking at her in disbelief, before staring down at the pants like she didn't recognize it as clothes anymore. Kara ended the call. Cat walked over to the TV, putting her hands against the back of the couch like she was afraid she'd suddenly lose her balance.

"Kara…"

Kara closed her eyes, blinking back tears. Everything was hitting her at once—using her powers, her sister being furious, and now her girlfriend. The way Cat was looking at her, it made her nervous. She never knew what to expect from Cat, and she had no idea where this conversation would lead. Cat didn't seem afraid. Unsteady, maybe. But mostly, she seemed utterly floored.

"That…" Cat swallowed, gesturing towards the TV. "That was you?"

Kara started to pace, shaking her head.

"I can't…I mean….I don't…"

Cat let out a long breath.

"Kara."

Cat turned to look at her. There was more curiosity in her expression than before. Kara felt completely frozen on the spot.

"Say something at least," Cat said. "God, anything. Lie. But don't just stand there."

"I…wanted to tell you."

Cat closed her eyes for a second, and nodded.

"It's true then."

"My sister…" Kara swallowed.

"You were just talking to her. I can put two and two together."

Kara crossed her arms, feeling too exposed.

"Are you..." Cat ventured. "Are you even human?"

"No."

Cat blinked.

"Ok."

"You're not going to…" Kara gestured at the TV, even though it had moved to another story briefly. "Use this. What I tell you..."

"Oh for godssake!" Cat snapped. "Really, Kara? Do you really think that is of any concern to me? Right now?"

"You were going to have to downsize the Tribune."

"Of all the things…" Cat sighed. "I don't want to talk about work. I want to talk about you. I assumed you gave a shit about this. Us."

"I do!"

"Well, then." Cat crossed her arms. "Talk."

"What about the bath…it could overflow—"

"I turned it off," Cat seemed to deflate then. "You should go into it. Are you cold? Can you even get cold?"

"Not…easily."

Cat blinked as she raised her eyes to the heavens.

"I assume you are going to start explaining."

"I thought you heard all you needed from my conversation with Alex."

"Are you really going to make it this difficult?"

Kara sighed. She went to the couch, and sat.

"Alex is furious."

Cat didn't seem to expect that.

"What? Hang on. Didn't you just save her life?"

Kara nodded.

"But that's…"

"I don't know. She...my family. They never encouraged me to use my powers. They were always so worried about what would happen if people found out."

"Are you…" Cat was trying to find the right words. "Related to Superman by any chance? Or am I way off?"

"He's my cousin."

"Wow," Cat breathed.

"I just…I want to help people, Cat. What is even the point of being able to do things…" she looked at Cat carefully. "I mean, I can fly."

"I gathered that."

Kara sighed.

"I'm sorry. I should just stop talking."

Cat took hold of her hand.

"No, Kara…" she paused. "I'm sorry."

Kara squinted at her.

"It's a…surprising way to find out. But I'm glad I know."

"You are?"

"What? Of course I am."

Cat stood, pulling Kara with her.

"Come on. You're getting in that bath. Even if it's only to make me feel like I can actually do something useful here."

Kara came out of the bathroom smelling like Cat's expensive bath oils, fresh Jasmine on her skin. Her hair cleaned of engine mess. She found Cat on the couch, sitting forward, staring at the news coverage of the rescue. She appeared to be thinking, but she smiled when she saw Kara.

"That's much better."

Kara sighed.

"I don't know what to say…"

Cat rolled her eyes, patting the couch next to her.

"Sit." She was trailing a finger over her lips, staring back at the TV. "You got lucky."

"Ex…Excuse me?"

Cat shot her a look.

"They haven't put two and two together. Apparently all those citizen journalists with their constant tweeting were having an off night. They don't know who it was. They can tell you're female though."

"Oh."

Cat looked at her curiously.

"You really didn't think this through, did you?"

"What? What do you mean?"

Cat sighed.

"No wonder your sister gave you an earful."

"Cat, she would have died!"

Cat closed her eyes, and nodded.

"I know, but darling…." She looked up at the ceiling, like she was searching for the nicest way to say something nasty. "Did you even think about what would have happened if someone had gotten a good picture? Did you think at all?"

"I didn't have time to think!" Kara said, standing up. "It was a one-second decision. Death or no death. Sister, or no sister."

Cat appeared mollified, because she didn't argue back, she merely watched another news anchor provide a completely misinformed opinion about Kara.

"I'm just…starting to worry," she said.

"About?"

"You?" Cat flicked the TV off and turned all her attention on Kara. "Are you going to…"

"I don't know," Kara said.

"Yes you do."

"Well, what would you do? I can't just sit around anymore. That earthquake two years ago? The wildfires last September? Do you have any idea how awful it feels, knowing you could have done something? Knowing you did nothing. People died."

"You are what's important."

"Come on," Kara said. "You said it yourself the other day. National City needs a superhero. The Tribune needs it."

"That was before I knew it would be you!" Cat said. "God, did I give you the idea?"

Kara shrugged.

"You're as bad as Alex."

"No," Cat said. "I'm not saying don't…do this…I'll admit I have no idea what I'm even giving my opinion on. I mean, are you exactly like him? Same powers? The super-strength? The freezy breath thing?"

"I…think so…" Kara said. "I haven't…done anything in awhile. I hadn't flown in years."

Cat shook her head, but when she spoke she surprised Kara.

"How on earth could you not fly?"

"I just wanted to be normal, Cat." Kara shrugged. "I still kind of do. But, I feel like….a fraud."

Cat sighed and ran a hand over her forehead.

"This is nothing like I expected tonight to go," She smiled a little. "I thought we'd have steak, I'd sit through one of those terrible shows you like…"

"Gilmore Girls is not terrible!"

"Is Kara even your real name?"

"Yes…" Kara felt shy all of a sudden, despite the fact that she'd known Cat for years. But it had only been a month. Was one month together enough to withstand this? Cat raised her eyebrows, as if she expected a follow up. "Kara Zor-El. Danvers is the name of the human family who took me in, when I got here."

Cat blinked and let out a breath.

"You'll have to give me some time…to process this. It's a lot."

"Oh," Kara felt a little winded all of a sudden, looking at how Cat was staring blankly like she was lost in thought again. "Should I….I should go." She stood, felt for the glasses on her face but realized she'd left them in the bathroom. Cat quickly reached out to take hold of her wrist, looking up.

"No," she said. "That's not what I meant."

"Right…." Kara still didn't get what it was Cat wanted from her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and Cat seemed to sense that she was close to crying, because she stood, pulling Kara into an embrace.

"Oh, Kara," Cat said, softly, like she was talking to a child. But when she pulled away to look into Kara's eyes, her expression was full of wonder. "You keep things interesting, that's for sure."