Symbiosis

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AN: Mshgolightly had this idea for a fic and after the tossing around of headcanons and such, it spun wildly out of control into a full-blown multi-chaptered thing. Co-written with Tiara_of_Sapphires (the enabler who wanted in on the action).
This fic is not connected to the previous Alex/J'onn fics of either writer (but you should check them out). This is an entirely separate thing.
Read, Enjoy and Review! All feedback is much appreciated! Disclaimer: Neither author owns Supergirl or any of the characters. This is all in good fun.

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"Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning."

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Prologue

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I... I am.

But… Who am I? What am I? I don't know. I don't know anything.
I know I am. I know I am somewhere.

Where am I?

I am- I am scared… Where am I? There is nothing here, nothing but myself.

I don't want to be here. But I am too small and the nothing is too big.

Everything is too quiet and too loud and too big and too small all the same time. This does not feel right. I should be...I should be…

A terrible feeling takes hold of me. This isn't good. It can't possibly be good. What's this? I am surrounded by something that I cannot name or describe. It's not a part of me. If it's not part of me, what is it?

It moves, small shifts, and I move with it. I have no control over myself.

I don't want to be here, in this endless nothingness. But I cannot do anything. I am helpless.

Then, I hear it. A muffled thump. And another one. And one more.

A series of matching beating sounds, building up a sort of odd and yet reassuring rhythm, coming from somewhere above me. No, not just above me, it's around me, surrounding me. It feels close to me. It feels good. And I know that if I hear a beat, I will hear another and another and another. I know that.
I don't know what the source of the sound is. It does not get closer to me, even though it feels very close to me. Nothing around me changes. I am still small and surrounded by sound and nothing.

I know this: I am not alone. That is a certainty, probably the only one I have.

Something is here. Something that I want to reach for but can't. It's too large, too far away. But I know that it's there, waiting for me, even if it doesn't know I'm here, wherever here is. Or maybe it does know I am here, but it can't reach me.

But it is good. I know this. There is no other explanation.

The sound is good.

A sort of quiet comes over me, in time with the sound. It is a good quiet. Not like the loud quiet I felt before.

I want to know what the sound is.

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Thank you so much for reading! All feedback is greatly appreciated.
The next chapter will come a few days!

Cheers!
mshgolightly and Tiara of Sapphires