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Note: Yes, I know it has been done before, there's actually a really cool story going on, but I promise this is different

Crucible Academy
The New Girl

Cat Grant was bored.

She was a nineteen year old high school student, in her junior year to top it all, when she should have graduated at seventeen with an all-paid scholarship to Metropolis University. Instead, she was being forced by her mother — the woman had made her appear mentally unstable, so the actual crazy-person was her legal guardian, and forced her to stay. Cat couldn't go to an out-of-State university, like Met U, and the demand for her to finish high school, even when every single evaluation she took stated she had the intelligence to work at college level, made it impossible for her to appeal at court for an emancipation and receive her diploma. The truth was, the girl should have begun junior year when she was sixteen, before what she liked to label as "the incident" just at the end of her sophomore year happened.

At least her reputation, earned by hard work, was still with her; teachers liked her, she was an honor-role student, and the student body feared her. She had been picked on during her freshmen year, rose to mean girl status during sophomore, and junior should have been the start of her reign as Queen Bee, complete with dating Clark Kent, Crucible Academy's super boy by senior. Made her mother proud. Instead, "the incident" happened, robbed her three years of her life, took her innocence and left cynicism in its place, made her sarcasm her default way of speaking and thus, forever changed her. She no longer wanted to be a writer; the only good thing out of everything, was that she finally saw the truth about her mother. No, now she wanted to find out the truth about others and expose their lies before they could hurt someone else.

That incident, and her mother's trap, left more than emotional and physical scars; even her psyche was affected, and while she remained as brilliant as ever, she lacked her usual focus and drive. Her teachers understood, and she was now the official teacher's assistant for almost every single class. But what Cat still didn't like, was the way she now seemed to suffer from ADHD and paranoia, but she justified the paranoid feeling with the fact that she lived with her mother. The few fools who tried to pick on her because of her age, the fact that she still lived with her mother and had some problems, learned the hard way not to mess with her. They were also surprised when teachers only gave her more work to do and for them to end up being in detention.

Not that they didn't see her there after school, just to learn she stayed behind every day; their parents couldn't complain when she appeared to be in trouble like their children, and she didn't have to go back home as soon as the bell rang — her mother had also forbidden her from doing extracurricular activities.

God, she hated the woman with a burning passion!

"Class," the teacher spoke and Cat blinked, turning to the front of the room and facing the woman; she hadn't even heard the bell, "today we have a new student. Yes, I know it's the middle of the semester, however, I do expect you all to welcome her.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" The teacher asked the new girl; it was obvious she had just hit puberty, was a pretty blonde with wide, blue eyes that couldn't be completely hidden by her glasses. Looking like a deer in headlights, or possibly a mouse standing before cats, she winced and shrunk a bit. "Go on."

The encouragement made the students start murmuring among themselves, but a throat was cleared and everyone went quiet again.

"Um, hi. My name is Kara, Kara Danvers, I'm new — to the city in general, and I'm glad to make your acquisition." The girl had a nice voice; Cat decided there was something weird about her, not something bad but simply . . . odd, and the older girl liked odd.

Everyone laughed, and the teacher placed her besides Cat. The hazel-eyed blonde smiled, liking how the prospect was looking; every free block she had, she spent in English as the TA, though she did spend some inside the library. Cat had returned to school by the end of last year, only to suffer a nervous break down, getting the headmaster sacked due to the demands of her teachers, and her mother taking plenty of advantage and setting her trap. The blonde had gone to take a test to place her at college level and receive her diploma, only to end ensnared by her mother but supported by her teacher; she couldn't help but feel it was meant to be the other way around. It was well known that all the teachers were protective of her and thanks to them, the student body just had to handle her sharp tongue.

The new girl though, she was a special case. The new headmaster had spoken to Cat about it, how the transfer student had scored very well in the placement test in math and science, and even history, but was apparently lost when it came to English, even if she didn't know any other languages. It was what intrigued the blonde the most; she had tutored others, only girls, before a different incident had ended all arrangements. But she was still bored out of her mind, which was why she was given a new, different task.

"Acquaintance," Cat told her fellow blonde as she showed her how it was spelled, the girl had self-consciously blushed at being laughed at, and began writing it down in a notebook that had other words written down; an amused Cat gazed as she took deliberate care while copying the word down. "Means meeting in the sense you had structured. Acquisition on the other hand, is defined as to acquire or gain something material, mainly done by libraries and museum."

"Yeah, Webster," a hipster blonde snorted, just to be bopped on the head with a pencil. "Ouch!"

"Your lesson is up front, Leslie," Cat stated evenly, "whatever your problem is, you know it shouldn't disturb the class."

"Maybe my problem is you, Grant," the girl, Leslie, said as she began standing just to be reminded that there was a teacher present, and a class going on.

"Well, you'll have to take a go at it some other time," the teacher called from the front, making the blonde with a pierced nose flinch, "now sit down Ms. Willis; Cat won't be babysitting you anymore and you know this already."

The hipster grumbled, glaring at the young, bewildered new girl while hazel eyes rolled at the drama. Being coddled by the teachers wasn't as nice as it might seem; if she had to turn work in, she wouldn't be passed if she didn't give it her all, often placing her in a pass-or-fail kind of setup. Sure, she could get away with sleeping in some classes, depending on the lecture and how tire they gauged her to be, but if she got caught getting her revenge on another student, they wouldn't just express their disappointment, they would also increase her workload in an effort to give her less time to plot. The whole deal with Leslie had been an exception though.

Finally snapping back to the present, Cat caught sight of her newest side-project; blue eyes were wide at the exchange, and she concluded that the girl was sheltered. She wouldn't be surprised, the only person Alex Danvers spoke with was Clark Kent, sneaking over to have lunch with him from the middle school that was half a block away, and she had been home-schooled before then, obviously. Thinking about the school's star left her with an ache, his blue eyes the same tone as the girl before her; they had been friends, she and Clark, not particularly close but good enough to enjoy some science together. Looking back into those orbs, it was evident Kara had never had a confrontation before.

"Hey," Cat made those eyes focus on her, and her heart squeezed tightly, "it's okay; your placement scores were high in history, math and science, but you got some difficulties in English.

"I'm here to help you," she still had a single, last contact cards of her own that she kept with her, for old time's sake, but she decided the younger girl needed it more, "keep it, call me for anything school related. And don't believe a word Leslie says."

With that, she began gauging the gaps the girl might have to give her evaluation to the teacher. It wasn't like Cat would be evaluated on how better the girl performed exactly, but it would be taken into account on her college application and extracurricular. By the end of the lesson, she had concluded that while the girl grasped the grammar concepts, and she acted as though English wasn't her maternal language, even if she had no traces of an accent. It was a freshmen's course which she had to help the girl catch up to, and she gave thanks that at least the girl had a good studying habit.

Cat decided to make things interesting when she learned they both had a free block, asked if she wanted to keep studying and was pleasantly surprised by the eager nod. They moved to the library, where the nerds scattered and left, all but Winslow Jr.

"Hey Junior." She liked teasing him, calling him like that even if he hated it.

"Hey Cat — Cat!" Winn stood from the computer, swallowing. "I'm sorry, I'll just leave."

"Why, it seems like your coding just got hacked into."

"What?!" He turned back to the monitor and snarled. "Lord," he muttered as though it were a curse.

"So, what are you waiting for?" The older blonde pointed at the computer. "Get on with it. Show him your skills are vastly superior."

The boy grinned and returned to his work. She gazed at the coding, smirking when she knew she had placed her bet on the right horse; the Trojan was installed and Winn had access to the presumptuous boy's personal laptop. He then began getting rid of the malware on his own computer. Cat left him at that, just to turn and watch the girl apparently scan the pages of a book. She blinked. The librarian had once recorded a video of her reading, and even if the new student was clearly new to the language, she was a very apt reader.

"Good, you keep that level, you'll finish most of the required novels," she said as she sat down, seeing Kara had a dictionary out, as well as the previous notebook. "Now, the question would be how much you grasp of the novel."

The conversation ran from there, and it was evident that Kara was an eager student. After feeling satisfied, Cat motioned for her to continue reading and she took out a notebook of her own. They worked in silence, until she heard some sniffling and with a frown, looked around the place. Winn had left at some point, no one else was inside so she turned and faced the blue-eyed girl under her care.

"Who died?" The older girl asked dryly.

"Wh - what?!" The scared and panicked look was one Cat knew so well, and immediately took the slightly tanned hand within her own.

"Easy, breathe in, then out, in, then out," doing the motions, Cat finally got the other blonde to calm down as she mirrored the actions. "I'm sorry, didn't know you'd be upset by the phrasing."

"Huh?" Kara asked as she dried her tears.

"Crying isn't usual while reading a book," she blushed and looked away, frown in place. "I was being mean."

"Why would you be mean?" The new girl questioned as she sniffled some more. "The teachers said you were really awesome, even the headmaster, Ms. Olafsdotter."

"How can you pronounce that last name?" Cat asked with an amused laugh. "Yeah, Miss Tora is quite amazing. I finally feel safe here with her. She doesn't take my mom's words and actually listens."

There was a brief silence, in which she passed the younger girl some tissues; drying tears and blown nose the only sound echoing through the room. The librarian immediately came over and began fussing over the hazel-eyed blonde, measuring her temperature with lips to the forehead and then feeling her heart beat.

"Gatinha," the librarian's worry was palpable; the first time the new kid met her she had been amazed and blown away, but the woman just sighed with some relief and smiled, "are you okay, are you getting sick?"

"B. B., come on, you're embarrassing me," Cat blushed under the attention, and the woman finally calmed down.

"Katt!" The distinct Norwegian pronunciation made it obvious as to who was the caller.

"Miss Tora —"

"Fire, is she okay?" The school's principal and the librarian got into a conversation about her, as though their student wasn't present; the girl in question didn't take offense, knowing those two acted like they were her parents.

"What's going on?" Kara asked, in awe by the powers she felt from the two women and their looks.

"Tora is usually calmed and collected, cool if you will," Cat could tell that she lost the girl there, "cool as in awesome, as well as keeping her composure, but also in the sense that her body temperature tends to be below average."

"Oh!" Kara smiled, happy to understand, her eyes wrinkling at the edge and the older blonde had to get a grip, she couldn't find the girl amusing (adorable) with every open gesture.

"I had some trouble with the previous headmaster, Jefferson Pierce." The older girl said.

Ms. da Costa sighed, sat on a chair and pulled the current headmaster to her lap. The contrast was instantaneous; Beatriz was Brazilian, could have easily been a model, with bronze skin and well defined muscles, light green eyes and dark green hair, while Tora was Norwegian, petite albino with white skin, even whiter hair, ice-blue eyes, and a rather delicate frame.

"Please don't mention that name, Gatinha," the Latina requested with a light scoff. "I had been the nurse back then. If it wasn't for Mr. Johansen, a psychologist who had been relegated to teaching science, you would have had a serious melt down."

"Forgive us for being so protective of you, Katt, but most teachers would simply refuse to continue working if something like that happened to you again," the headmaster said, stretching a hand but fearful to touch the oldest student they had enrolled at the school. "I know you don't like us fussing over you."

"Honestly, Tora," Cat took hold of the hand, loving the way it felt like soft, flexible ice, smiling at the women, "I like it when you guys fuss over me; gives me a break from that tedious house."

"Come along Ice," the librarian stood, carrying the other who blushed and rolled her blue eyes at the display, just to be set down delicately on the floor, "we should leave them to their studies."

"Of course," she squeezed the hands holding hers briefly, looking with jealousy as her counterpart gave the hazel-eyed girl a kiss to the forehead. "Since you have already taken every single test and have already aced all the AP courses, we've kept correspondence with Midvale CC and they're going to send us some materials for you to revise, in case you're interested."

"Yes!" Cat barely managed to keep herself from jumping and hugging the pale woman.

"Gatinha, she deserves it."

"Don't push Katt —"

Cat was up and hugging her either way. "You're the best Miss Tora!" The whisper wasn't necessary.

The woman blushed, returned the hug a bit awkwardly, before sighing and fully returning it.

"It's like a mother-daughter reunion," the tanned woman whispered to the sitting blonde. "I can tell you're affecting our pussycat, and let me tell you something; once you get to melt their hearts, be sure to keep it warm."

"Yes, Ms. da Costa." Kara replied softly, blushing although not fully understanding what was told.

"You call me B. B. or baby, okay?"

"Yes, Ms. — I mean," Kara shook her head, "yes, Miss Baby?"

"Gosh, you're adorable!" And she was given a crushing embrace. "Gatinha, keep her; Ice, you're gonna love this kid too."

"If Katt is our adopted stray cat," the headmaster began with a roll of eyes, releasing the girl in question after a brief kiss to the forehead, "what's your suggestion?"

"Ownerless puppy?" All three gazed at wide, lost blue eyes. "Yep. We got trained doggy Danvers, puppy Danvers, and stray Cat Grant."

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," the albino replied with a shake of her head.

"I told you, that's for our last night on this Earth," the librarian replied in exasperation, "and I swear I'll rock your world!"

The headmaster left the library with a shake of her head, burning green gaze on her leaving form. "So hard to get. She's just doing in on purpose. Now you two, behave and be well. Off to your next class." The bell rang.

As it was, it turned out that they had their remaining classes together. Cat was impressed that 'puppy Danvers' was up her sister's level in math and science; there had to be at least a year difference between them. They ended up sharing most of the work that had to be done in pairs, together, much to Alex's displeasure. She had been stuck with Max Lord. By the time lunch period started, the blue-eyed blonde watched her lab partner don headphones and leave, music set high. Her forlorn look was noticed only by her sister, anyone else who took notice thought the new girl couldn't figure the mystery of their school out.

"You're going to get in trouble," her sister said with a sigh, taking her and they went along to their lockers; the blonde sister was surprised by the fact that hers was right besides her (possible?) new friend. "She's brilliant alright, but a mystery."

"A bright mystery?" The alien asked.

"Sure." Alex replied with a shrug, and they became surprised when Mr. Johansen approached them. "Hey Mr. J."

"Alex, Kara," the man turned to Cat, who immediately took her headphones off, leaving them around her neck. "Cat."

"I never did say thanks," the older blonde stated, looking at the dark-skinned man with a lopsided smile.

He nodded in response. "Kara, I'm pleased to inform you I have the name of your tutor. Maxwell Lord is one of our best students."

"If I may," the hazel-eyed blonde began, frown evident, "Lord's expertise lies in robotics, engineering, and some programming. If he works on that, it would improve. Alex, on the other hand, is much better than I am in biology, that's the reason why I refused to help the new student, when there's someone better than me at it, and not someone who is going to flirt without end."

"Alex?" The man asked the brunette in question, who blushed at being in the spotlight.

"Fine, but I still think someone else should teach my sister," she said, turning to the side and blushing.

"Great," he replied with a happy smile; Alex pouted at her dilemma, believing the man had placed her on the spotlight on purpose. "I'll see you ladies later then."

Cat left just as fast, music being blasted into her ears. Kara frowned a bit at this, but otherwise followed her sister to the cafeteria. The blonde eyed the food with wonder, ogling the diverse amount from which to chose. She got the biggest servings around, and sat down with relish and glee. Not that the Danvers starved her, it was just that she had a healthy appetite. Alex stared and then laughed; no wonder why Clark had fit right in with the jocks, they all ate like kryptonians, but didn't have the high-speed metabolism.

"Have your glasses given you problems?' The brunette asked.

Her sister shook her head and swallowed. "I think I've grown used to them."

More questions followed, mostly about her classes. The inquisition was relentless, mostly done to make sure no one else knew about the truth and see if she had given herself away at some point or another. The real test would be during physical education; the running, the ever-high stamina, the lack of sweat. Alex didn't want to think about it. The blonde answered to the best of her ability, and only noticed that music had been going on when a broadcast was shared throughout the PA system.

"Attention students, anyone who thinks it's fun to mess with the new girl, please think twice," she recognized the voice; Leslie Willis. "Apparently, our resident dyke has taken a shine to her, so be on the look out.

"In order to commemorate this:" Girls like Girls like Boys Do began sounding and everyone laughed.

Alex sighed. "Not to worry, Leslie did that to Siobhan," she shrugged, not looking at anyone, least of all her sister, "everyone knows Les has the hots for Cat."

On the way back to their lockers to get their backpacks back, they were surprised when Max had Cat cornered, leering at the blonde.

"You come any closer, Max, and your family jewels will suffer," eyes the color of amber, the girl's displeasure obvious. "I promise, it'll hurt."

"Come on KitKat," he said, tone tender, "you want to stop those rumors, don't you?"

"And kissing you will help?" He smirked his answer to her question; Cat truly hated such nicknames. "It'll only earn me a reputation as a slut.

"Now, why don't you pretend Lena is still attending and act like her personal slave?" He narrowed his eyes, glare evident but she continued speaking nonetheless. "Your mom and dad can't help you, Maxy, the only reason why Lex has decided to help your budding genius with his, is because you remind him of himself, both narcissistic fools, and Lena likes you."

"You know nothing —" he hissed as he closed the space between them.

Cat hit his loins. "I warned you this would happened," she whispered to his ear, snarl in place, "and unlike you, I uncovered what happened to them. How long is it going to take you, huh? You'll be in college, and I still figured this out by the time I was a year younger than you."

His eyes spoke of hatred as he fell to the ground, tears in his eyes, curling upon himself. No one teased him, mostly because at least one of the guys had been on the end of that knee, and because picking on him then wouldn't be pleasant, not after the blonde's words. It was one of the reasons why they feared the girl; when she was cornered, she put one hell of a cat fight with anyone whom she perceived as a threat.

"Um, Cat?" Kara couldn't help but help the boy stand; the older girl did notice how easy the younger girl pulled the boy up and held him mostly. "I have another study hall before last block."

". . . ." Hazel eyes stared at the help the girl kept giving. "Come find me, if you can, and I'll introduce you to some friends. You better leave the trash though.

"Alex, won't you join us?" But Cat didn't even wait for an answer, she just left.

Kara helped the boy, and her sister sighed in irritation as she helped as well. "You and your bleeding heart; we should have left him there to suffer."

"He can't be that bad," the blonde argued with a pout. "So, do you know where Cat is?"

"Yeah, at this time she practices with her band of misfits somewhere at the school; it's never the same place, since they tend to hack into the radio's signal," Alex smirked, remembering how she had helped Winn achieve that feat, "they broadcast a song of their choice, and Cat sings it; they boys are only willing to do the choir and Siobhan doesn't like to sing."

"Then, do you know where?" The kryptonian asked with an eager smile, which was deflated by the negative.

"It's why she said, if you found them;" they left Maxwell at the door of the nurse's office while the brunette pointed to her temple, then her nose, "I'm sure you can figure it out."

Blue eyes widen at the implication, and using her vision, found the older blonde; she took her sister out to the field, up the bleachers, and into the announcing box. Two girls, two boys, and now, the Danvers sisters.

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