Hey guys, sorry about the reupload, I hit a bad time and impulse took over T-T

Original Note: So as I was catching up on Supergirl, I couldn't help but notice that this pair had /lots/ of chemistry. So naturally, as I somehow adore rarepairs more, had to write something for them. Enjoy!

"But Winn, Reign's here." Imra's hands were braced against the controls. She sounded calm and composed but Gayle clearly saw the tension in her shoulders.

She was nervous. She was scared of Reign and what she could do. Not that she blamed her; she knew the strength Reign possessed. The news held no blows when talking about her.

"What?! Okay, no, no, you need to go protect Supergirl." Winn sounded slightly panicked on the other end.

"No, she can't. She needs to control the throttle and manually hit these coordinates until the ships are resteadied and Fort Rozz is back in its original orbit." It was the other one, the one Gayle didn't know so much about; the blue one.

"Okay, well, who is gonna handle Reign?"

There was silence save the shuddering of their ship. Gayle paced around before she finally stood behind Imra. She raised her head, knowing what she needed to do.

"I can go," she said loudly. "Take this thing off me."

Imra looked around, slightly breathless. But Gayle just waited for her words to sink in.

And they did. Imra fully faced her, more than a little confused. She didn't believe her. Gayle merely hardened her face to show she was serious. Imra looked away to pull at her belt.

There was hesitation in her movements as she held the tiny key that locked away Gayle's power. She still held what happened last time in mind. It genuinely had been an accident. It had been so long without her power that she forgot what it felt like. And hitting her head gave rise to a surge that she hadn't expected.

The time inside Imra's head had been brief but she as always, got glimpses of her thoughts. She saw her fears and worries, all the things that could happen.

But in that web of fear, she'd encountered a door. A door of suppressed emotions. Something that she didn't want to see.

It intrigued Gayle more than she cared to admit. Imra was different from anyone she'd ever encounter. But she was whipped back before she could press it.

Without saying anything Imra cupped her face with a soft, soft hands. Gayle held her gaze throughout. The flame in her eyes surprised her.

Gayle let her guide her head to the side as her other hand unlocked the psychic damper.

The effect was almost immediate. The dam was lifted and suddenly her body was flooded with power. Gayle opened her mouth as she momentarily blinked. She missed this; she missed her feelings of power in her veins.

Imra took it off completely and Gayle felt freer than ever before. Like a bird let out of a cage, her heart soared.

A silence that lasted too long to have been normal passed between them. There was something in Imra's expression, something powerful yet without strength, that made Gayle feel a little fuzzy inside. Now this was a woman that could bring her to her knees. And she wouldn't mind one bit.

"See?" she breathed and tilted her head to the side. "Don't be afraid, Matilda."

They stared into each others' eyes for another few seconds. And then Gayle saw the promise in them. She jerked her head slightly and walked towards the door.

But as she walked away, she feel Imra's eyes on her back.

And Gayle didn't know what to think. She didn't know what passed between them. And maybe she didn't want to know, to save herself the hurt. But even as the door slid shut behind her and she walked down the dark corridors, her mind was still on the beautiful girl in the ship.

The mission had been a success. Supergirl and Imra had gotten what they needed and they left the prison as quickly as possible. Gayle was glad to be away from that place.

Sitting near the window, watching outer space rush by, she remembered everything that happened after she left the ship.

Livewire died at Reign's hands.

Gayle hadn't known her well at all. They'd just bickered before the mission. And while she'd never admit it, she'd being flirting a little bit. It saddened her to see her go but she wished she was in a better place now.

She'd brought Reign to her knees, too late to save Leslie but just in time to save Supergirl. She'd never felt stronger. Reign had brought Supergirl to the brink of death yet she collapsed sobbing at her might.

Back on the ship, just before they walked into the DEO, Imra came up to her, the psychic damper in her hand. Again, she said nothing.

Gayle could have refused, could have turned her power on the woman and broken free of their clutches. The world knew she wanted to.

But something stopped her. She didn't know what.

Gayle smirked and blinked once. "If you must, Matilda."

Imra blushed. "Don't call me that."

Her soft hands were touching her again as she slid the tech over her head. There was a click and then a weak sensation as her power was sealed away.

"Hmm.. then what do you want me to call you?"

Imra tilted her head but didn't step away. It was becoming a habit of theirs, gazing sensually into each others' eyes. Gayle could almost laugh.

"Imra. Please call me Imra."

And she turned and walked away. The roles were reversed and Gayle founded herself staring after her. The confidence in her stride, the power, the overwhelming beauty; Gayle almost fell in love.

But there was nothing. Nothing from her she'd possibly give. So she just sighed and exited the ship.

is it wrong to

secretly count the days

until i see you again?

is it wrong to

smile at the thought of

seeing you again?

is it wrong to

feel this way

about you?

because if yes,

then

consider me in the wrong

She recounted the poem again and again, turning each word over in her mind as if it was a clue to be figured. But she came up empty handed each time. Gayle didn't understand what she felt but she couldn't get her out of her mind. Imra. Imra. She'd asked her to call her Imra. Her stomach curled and coiled within her as she looked out the window.

At least her new room was nice. The window, while seeming like a small thing, was such a wonderful thing. She no longer felt cut off from the outside. She leaned on the sill and sighed. Why things have to be so difficult?

"Hey."

Gayle glanced back towards the door and almost did a double take. There, in the flesh and blood, stood Imra herself.

She was dressed down from the suit she'd worn on the mission. Instead she wore a white blouse and dark pants. She wore them stunningly.

"Imra," Gayle smirked, turning to look back out the window. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

The door opened and that made her spin around. Imra stood in the cell with her. She was unafraid as she walked over. She leaned on the window ledge next to her.

"What you did—saving us—it was brave," she said quietly.

"That's all? It took you two months to come up with "brave"?" Gayle snorted. "You amuse me, Imra."

Imra looked down at her arms and said nothing. Gayle narrowed her eyes. She was holding back.

"Say what you need. I don't bite." A grin from an afterthought. "Unless you want me to."

Imra's cheeks pinked. "We need your help again."

Gayle arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Imra nodded, her gaze still fixed on her hands. "Reign is stronger than ever. The DEO needs more firepower if we stand a chance at stopping her." There was a pause. "So I offered to train you."

"Train me? I doubt you can help. My powers are a lot different than yours."

Imra met her eyes. "Train you to be a hero."

Gayle blinked. A hero? Her? What madness possessed them to think of this?

"It's a yes or no question, Psi," Imra said. "Reign will destroy the world, you along with it. But we can stop her, you can stop her. And afterward… who knows? If they think you're trustworthy, you may find a new home than this cell."

Gayle felt she was severely overestimating her power. She may be strong enough to bring Reign down but she had surprise on her side. She doubted Reign would be unprepared for her next time.

"So, Psi. What is it?"

Gayle turned to face her. Imra did as well. For a few seconds she held her eyes. There was hardly any distance between them. Every inch of her perfect skin was in full view. The cuteness of her nose to the parting of her lips that made her insides churn. She didn't know what she felt.

"Gayle."

"What?"

"My name is Gayle. And I suppose my answer shall be yes. Reign would kill anyone like me."

Imra's answering smile was a blessing on the world. "Good answer. Your transfer to my custody will take place tomorrow. Stick tight until then." She turned to walk out then paused. "Thank you, Gayle."

And then she left. The door slid shut.

Gayle turned back to the window, sighing. A hand traced the damper on her head. Sometimes she wished her power was different, something that allowed her to see into minds rather than just fear. Things would be so much easier.

She sighed. Sometimes she really hated feelings.

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